14. Psalm #3
“If it weren't for that,” she continued, wiping angrily at her face, “I'd have gladly helped kick Nazir's trifling ass and been in handcuffs right beside you and my best friend.”
Without control over my thoughts or actions, I pulled her into me and embraced her. Surprisingly, she allowed me to. Her body softened against mine as she settled in my arms and exhaled slowly, like she had been holding that breath for far too long.
Realizing she had found comfort in my arms, I squeezed her a little tighter.
“And Choo-Choo doesn’t let people dictate his music. If he listens and you're trash, no meeting. If you meet with him and he doesn’t like your vibe, no contract. Your talent and personality got you that deal,” she spoke into my chest.
Damn. Reassurance from someone you're fond of is a motherfucker.
I released her and stepped back, using my hands to raise her head to look at me. I signed, “I'm sorry.”
More light shone in her face than a Christmas tree. Emotion overtook her, and she leaped into my arms, throwing hers around my neck and giving me the biggest hug.
I gently lifted her off the ground, fully indulging in the moment.
When I sat her back down, she ended the hug by pulling back to look me in the eyes, keeping her hands gently placed on the back of my neck.
Her perfume drifted between us, sugary and fruity, and for one reckless second I wondered what she would do if I closed the slight gap between her lips with mine.
“You learned,” she spoke softly.
“Learned what?” I asked, dazed by her softness.
“To sign I'm sorry.”
I chuckled softly, still holding her.
“Well, it was either I'm sorry or Juliet, you are the most obnoxious, inconsiderate person I ever met in my life.”
“Well, either way, you learned,” she chuckled.
“I want to learn more.”
“I can teach you ASL,” she delighted.
“That’s cool, but I want to learn more about you. About your condition, your interests, your goals. I want to learn Juliet Everette. I want to know—”
Before I could complete my sentence, she crashed her lips into mine.
We began kissing feverishly, and her soft moans vibrated in my mouth. Still cradling the back of my neck, she pulled me deeper into her and gave me her tongue. That shit sent a nigga's blood straight to his dick.
I started sucking her tongue as if there was a center I was trying to reach.
Carelessly, I began groping and squeezing her ass. We continued to kiss nastily, and I felt her hand travel to my waist, one making its way farther down as she began massaging my rock-hard dick through my jeans.
“Fuck,” I moaned into her mouth, temporarily breaking the kiss.
I lifted her up and headed for the small couch.
No, I wasn’t going to fuck her in a small closet-turned-lounge room in her brother’s studio.
But I was going to eat her pussy in said room.
Laying her on the couch and hovering over her, I asked, “Door?”
“It locks upon closing and it's soundproof,” she responded through heavy breathing.
It was all the confirmation I needed.
I kissed her one more time before making my way down, unbuckling her denim capris and gently pulling them down. She wore black lace underwear and had a small black heart tattooed on her inner thigh, right before her bikini line.
Her slides hit the floor as I completely removed her pants, giving me the full visual of her swollen pussy through the thin lace fabric.
Her sex smelled of rose, bergamot, and her natural body chemistry, and my mouth watered for a taste.
I gently rubbed her erotic zone with my fingers, causing her to moan.
“Psalm, please?” she cried softly.
“Be patient, Lucky. Enjoy the ride,” I responded.
Eventually, my fingers made their way inside her panties, and I coated them with all the nectar that pooled between her lips.
“Damn, Lucky, this honey for me, baby?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm, so take it,” she moaned.
Removing my hand, I placed my fingers in my mouth, savoring her taste and giving myself a sweet indulgence of the woman who drove me crazy in all the right ways.
I couldn’t wait to place my head between her legs and use my mouth to make her moan, cuff the back of my head, and grind all in my face.
I lowered and began using my teeth to pull down her panties, and then my better intuition kicked in.
I started questioning my actions.
Our actions.
Were we just in the heat of the moment? Was this something Juliet really wanted? Not just the sex, but what did she want after this? Did she want me? Could she want me?
I could smash-and-dash a chick in a heartbeat, but not her.
Her, I wanted.
And then there was her brother. I didn’t mind losing the contract, but what would I be up against physically?
Fuck it. I’d take on whatever, only if it was what she wanted.
I snapped out of my thoughts.
“Not like this, Lucky,” I said.
“What do you mean?” she asked, breath still labored.
I helped her off the couch and assisted her with putting her pants back on. I had some adjusting to do as well. My dick was so hard I was pretty sure I could run it straight through one of these walls.
“Psalm, what’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“Not good enough, right? You got Instagram hoes lined up, so what you want with the deaf girl? You know what, Psalm Mitchel? You are a piece of—”
I picked her up and hemmed her against the wall.
My hands rested underneath her arms, her feet swaying off the floor.
I licked her lips, then used my tongue to part them open, sucking on her bottom one.
“You know what I see when I look at your pretty ass, Lucky? You know what I see?”
She fell silent.
“Not the girl with the famous family. Not the popular girl. Not the deaf girl.”
I stared directly into her eyes.
“I see mine. Mine.”
Emotion flickered across her face.
“The girl I want to let aggravate the fuck out of me all day, every day, just to be in her presence. The girl I’d move the stars around for if she didn’t like their position in the sky.”
I swallowed.
“I want you.”
She looked as though she wanted to speak, but I continued.
“I want to love you hard. I will love you hard. But you better make sure I’m what you want, because once you become mine, Echo, Optimus, your other brothers, and your pops, gonna have to bury parts of my body in separate places all over the United States to keep me away from you.”
I kissed her one last time and placed her back on the floor.
“You understand what type of time I’m on?” I asked before stepping out of her space.
She nodded.
I grabbed my folder and slowly paced toward the door. Once my hand reached the handle, I opened it slightly.
“Psalm,” she called out.
I turned to her.
“Why Lucky?” she asked.
I smirked.
“Come to my house this weekend so we can go over our project like two normal individuals, and I’ll tell you then.”