Chapter 26 #2
I felt myself finally ease up, my body loosening as the city stretched out beneath us like a living painting.
Buildings ain’t look so big no more, was tight there with them, sometimes even higher.
We drifted over the highway, cars sliding by like toys, fast but still feeling slow from where we were at.
Then the city started falling behind us, turning into nothing but a blur, and the next thing I knew, we were over the river.
The water caught the mid-morning sun, flicking and shining just right.
Love pulled me closer to him. One hand around my shoulder, his other resting on my thigh as he did circles.
“This is so beautiful,” I whispered as I leaned forward to look at some flowers we were floating by.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he said as he kissed my hand.
We flew for a lil’ bit longer, making our way back to the city. Love started to point out different spots he liked.
When we made it back to the rooftop and landed, it felt like the air was coming back to my body. We hopped out, and the helicopter pulled off, leaving me buried in his chest.
Once it was gone, I pulled away. I was looking for the car. Once again, we were standing in an open parking lot. I smiled at him and crossed my arms over my chest.
“What’s next?”
Love smiled at me, took my hand, and turned me around. As he pressed his body into mine, he said, “Look.”
We stared at the sky for a lil’ bit. I heard something flying, and it wasn’t a helicopter. Then, I saw outta nowhere, a bunch of flying jets started circling, leaving a bunch of smoke. They was all types of twists, turns, and loops, and then I saw it.
“ISLAH… BE MY GIRL?”
I turned around and blinked at him, my heart in my throat. He smiled, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a small box.
“Will you?” he asked, opening the box.
The ring inside caught the sun, and the diamonds sparkled like fire.
I got my shit together. “Yes, baby, I will be your girl.”
Love took the ring out of the box and placed it on my ring finger. “This is the first of my many.”
Before I could catch my breath, I saw the black truck pulling up. That nigga had everything in control.
As we walked to the truck, I stopped and tugged on Love’s arm.
“If you have anything planned, can you cancel it? I want to go back to your place.”
“Bet.”
We got into the truck, and he told the driver it was a change of plans and to go back to his place.
Then I was on his lap.
His hands gripped my waist, steady and firm. I felt the weight of him, the calm power he carried, and my body responded without me thinking. I paused and looked at him softly, my fingers tracing the line of his muscles on his chest, feeling his dick pushing through his fabric.
He didn’t say a word, didn’t move too fast. Just held me there, letting the tension build, letting me feel the control he had over me without needing to force it.
The city hummed around us while we were getting down, and we both peeped the driver looking back at us. We didn’t care.
Love wrapped me tight in his arms and flipped me onto my back with him on top of me.
“We locked in from here on out?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Of course, baby.”
When we finally got to his place, we rushed out of the truck, through the lobby, and onto the elevator. Pushing past the people who were waiting to get on as soon as the doors opened.
When we rushed down the hall to his door, and as soon as he opened the door, it was over with.
Love picked me up, kissing and biting my neck, as he carried me to his island. He pulled away from me while he was standing between my legs, my skirt hitched up.
He lifted my top over my head and stared at me for a second.
“You ready for this baby?”
I smirked. “Yes, Daddy, been ready.”
Love licked his lips, picked me up, and draped me over his shoulder like I was a bag of laundry, carried me to his room, and tossed me in the middle of the bed, pulling my skirt and my panties off.
I could see his dick print through his pants, but once he pulled them down, it jumped.
“Slow down, buddy,” he said, rubbing his dick. “She’s all for you.”
He pulled his shirt off and crawled on top of me, kissing me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Love slid his dick in me, taking my breath away.
He smirked at me.
“You like that?” You like that?” he asked softly.
I nodded my head as he slowly pumped his dick in and out of me.
He bit his lip as he looked at me. “You feel so good, baby. I’m glad I waited for you.”
He then pulled up, grabbed my legs, and held my ankles in one hand, diving deep in my pussy, making my back arch as I gripped the sheets.
“Open your eyes,” he said softly. “I want you to see me fuck you right.”
I stared at him—deep in his eyes as he took my foot, put my big toe in his mouth as he pushed deep in me.
I moaned louder.
“Let me hear you, baby.”
He kept going—deeper—harder—faster.
“I want you to scream my fuckin’ name, baby, you said it’s mine, show me,” he said with force and control.
As he flipped me over, I arched my back, and he gave me soft kisses down my spine as he slid his dick back in me.
“Throw it back, mamas, let me see that thang shake.”
I did as I was told. My nigga caught it every time I threw it back, gripping handfuls of my ass. He moaned. And it’s something about a nigga moaning that makes me drip—making me grip his dick.
“Damnnnn, baby,” he yelled out. “I’m finna nut!”
He moaned again; I kept throwing it. Love took his arm, wrapped it all the way around me, flipped me back on my back, and folded my legs up like a pretzel.
“I want you to take all this dick, mamas.”
I nodded my head as he pumped inside me, hitting my G spot, making my legs shake, trying to come out of the fold he had them in.
“Nahhh, baby girl, keep them right there. I want all that pussy.”
I screamed out as he fucked me, creaming all over his dick. With his free hand, Love grabbed my neck.
“Look at me while I nut.”
After 1, 2, 3 more thrusts, we both came together.
Love rolled off me, his arms stretched out across the bed, and I fell into his arm. He cuffed it around me, pulling me close to him.
He kissed my forehead softly, rubbing my thigh.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked as I looked up at him, nodding. “What is something you wanted from the last relationship that you didn’t get?”
I paused and sat up, wrapping the blanket around me, hearing a phone ring from the living room.
I cleared my throat, a lil’ nervous to even say. “I wanted marriage from him, kids, and a family home to grow in.”
He didn’t blink, didn’t set up, he didn’t do anything that showed that what I was asking for was a problem.
“I’ma give you that—all that and more,” he said with a tone that told me he wasn’t playin’.
I smiled; I couldn’t hide it.
Love sat up and kissed me slow and deep.
“I need my weed; I’ll be right back,” he said, getting out of bed.
I smiled and watched him walk out of his room, dick swinging as he walked.
It took a few minutes, but when he came back, he had my phone in his hand.
“It says it’s your mom.”
I exhaled. “I need to pick up. I haven’t talked to her with the time change.”
I quickly answer.
“Hey, Ma, what are you doing?”
There was a pause on the line.
“Ma, are you there?” I asked, getting worried because she wasn’t responding.
“Islah..” she said low. “Are you okay?”
I looked at Love and placed the call on speaker.
“Yeah, Ma, I’m good. What’s wrong?”
She paused again.
“Baby, Gio came over here,” my heart started to race. “He looked mad, and—I—I I’m sorry, Islah, I had to tell him.”
My heart started beating faster.
“Ma, what do you mean you had to tell him?”
The line went silent for a second, then I heard her crying.
“He held a gun to me, Islah. I had to tell him where you are.”
I damn near passed out right there on the bed beside Love.
“Ummm… okay, Ma,” I said, not wanting to alarm her. “It is okay, let me call you later… I love you, Mom.”
I hung up with her and stared at my phone.
“You okay?” Love asked.
I shook my head.
“No, Gio is not supposed to know where I am. Ma talking ‘bout he looks mad—”
He tilted his head, looking at me.
“Man, I need you to be straight with me,” he said, with a tone I only heard when he had his hand around his baby mama’s neck.
“What the fuck is buddy’s issue?”
I hopped out of bed and paced the floor.
“I don’t know. He wants me, he didn’t want me to leave him. He thought that I was supposed to forgive him after I found out he cheated, and I won’t.”
Love nodded. “Do you still love him?”
I paused, I didn’t know how to answer, I didn’t want to lose Love.
“That’s a hard question—”
“No, the fuck it’s not,” Love said, cutting me off.
I rolled my eyes. “I still have love for him. Gio was my first love. But Gio is never going to change his ways, and I don’t want him.”
Love stood up and walked over to me.
“I can protect you. I can keep you protected better than any police can, only if you let me.”
I raised my eyebrow. “What you mean by that?”
“I mean if I fuck with you, we’re locked in for life. You already know how I feel about you, Islah. I’m not letting no hurt ass nigga take you away from me. I will add another angel to y’all city if he lay a finger on you, and that’s a promise.”
I shook my head. “Baby, you don’t get it. One thing about Gio, that nigga feels like I belong to him.”
“Okay, and?” Love said with no care. “He can feel however he feels. I don’t play about what’s mine.”
“I get that, Love, but Gio is supposed to be in jail. I don’t know what is going on.”
I needed to figure out what was going on. I tried to pull up the jail website, and Love took the phone from me.
“Girl, you not finna do all that,” he said in that calm, controlled tone. “I’m telling you that you are highly protected with me. Why are you trying to convince yourself otherwise?”
I let out a deep breath and threw my hands up in the air.
“Okay, Love, I trust you.”
He nodded, blowing smoke out of his mouth with a grin on his face.
“A real nigga is in your life now, baby, forget what you’ve been through.”