Chapter 8
EIGHT
Learah
If you’re not staying here anymore, you need to come get your shit so I can find a replacement. You have until the end of the day or it will be on the street.
I listened to the message over and over, not believing this stupid ass woman was really trying me like this.
Not only had I kept up with my half of the bills but she had no right to be upset with me considering most of the time when I was there, I was a prisoner in my own home, confined to my bedroom.
It was either that or chance walking in on Mo’nae and Nook doing God knows what, with or to each other.
After snatching up my purse and keys, I was on my way to the door at the same time Amir was walking through it.
I was really hoping to leave before he got back because being around him was hard.
He was sexy and demanding and I was horny as hell.
I was going to be with him, there was no doubt, but I had to keep my distance in order to make sense of what that really meant.
My boyfriend was a drug dealer. One who’d gotten shot and pushed enough coke daily that, if caught, would have him doing a lot of fed time.
That part was hardest for me because it meant there was always the potential that I would lose him.
“Where you going?” Amir’s face was a little tight when he noticed I was leaving. I was sure it had to do with the fact that he was carrying a bag I assumed had lunch in it for both of us. He had been working overtime trying to make peace with me and I couldn’t be upset with him.
“To my apartment. Mo’nae called and said that I had to be out by today or she was putting my things out on the street.”
The mention of either Mo’nae or my old place had his eyes dark. “You’re a gotdamn trip.”
“How?”
“You really thought it was best for you to go there without me?”
“I don’t need you babysitting my every move, Amir.”
He laughed in a cocky manner, moving toward me at the same time, only stopping to place the food on the end table next to the sofa before his body made contact with mine.
“That’s what you think this is? My caring about you, putting up with this bullshit ass standoff you’re doing, and being patient through it because I know I fucked up and have to own my part in why you feel the way you do.
That’s babysitting you? Nah shorty, that’s showing you how much I care about your stubborn ass.
You apparently got the game all fucked up but let me be clear, I don’t have to be here, you don’t have to be here.
It’s a choice I made because it’s what I want.
I want this and us. I’m playing along because that’s just what it is right now, but hear me loud and clear, this right here between us is no gotdamn babysitting. Now let’s go.”
My mouth hung open when he turned to walk away but I didn’t move. My heart pounded in my chest and my pulse raced. Amir had no idea just how bad I had it for him. When he finally made it to the door, my mind was made up, fuck my stuff, I had corrections of my own to make.
“She said the end of the day. We have time. Why don’t you let me show you just how much I want to be here and how much I want us?”
When Amir turned to face me, I had already pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. His expression was still hard when he made it to me but I saw approval in his eyes as they moved across my body.
“Sex doesn’t make shit right, Lear.”
I fisted the sides of his shirt and eased my body closer to his, lifting onto the balls of my feet to reach him. “I know but it’s a start. I think maybe this time I owe you an apology.”
“You think?” His right brow lifted as a smug grin crept onto his face.
“Yep, I think.” When my lips brushed against his, he grabbed the back of my neck and held me in place for a real kiss that had me throbbing below.
“Aight, I can get with that, but let’s take it into the bedroom.” Amir stepped around me, tugging me behind him after taking possession of my hand. He sat on the bed while I kneeled between his widespread thighs.
“I apologize for not taking care of you like I should have when you came home.” My hands worked diligently to unbuckle his jeans and free him from his briefs. The moment I did, I bit down on my lip to hide the smile that pushed through.
“And…” I used my index finger to graze the head, allowing it to move down the side, tracing one of the veins that appeared.
Amir was thick and wide and reaching his full potential with every second that passed.
“…I apologize for not taking care of him the way I should have but I’m more than willing to make it up to you, starting now. ”
When my tongue first made contact, Amir released a low, throaty groan while he fell back, balancing his weight on his elbows. “Shit, baby. We accept. Make that shit up to us.”
I smirked, rolling my eyes before I really got to work. Like I champ I took as much of him as I could into my mouth using my hands to handle the rest.
I couldn’t resist smiling as my tongue worked its way up and down his length because Amir was moaning so loudly that I knew he wouldn’t last long.
He had never been extremely vocal but the standoff I had put in place had him desperate and needy.
Cheating wasn’t an option so all he could do was wait and now that his dick was sliding through my full lips he couldn’t control how vocal he was.
My poor baby missed me.
While my lips, tongue and hands were busy creating a heavenly combination of pleasure, Amir began thrusting his hips towards my face.
I could tell that he was moving strictly off the wave of pleasure that was rocking through his body because of the way he thrusting into my mouth wildly.
In no time at all, he grunted through the first round of his orgasm.
Amir’s last thrust had me struggling to keep up with him but I managed to hold on while he released all the tension that’d built during our hiatus. I almost felt bad because I could tell he really needed it.
When his dick softened slightly, I lifted my head and looked up to find Amir’s face tight, eyes closed and fists gripping the comforter at his sides. He was still caught up in the moment and I wanted to laugh but knew better.
“You okay?”
“Hell no, I can’t move. You just sucked the life right up out me and I’m not even joking.”
Mission accomplished.
“You’re welcome.”
One eye popped open and he shook his head, grinning. “That’s some shit I would say, Lear, don’t try to hoe me.”
This time I couldn’t help but laugh. He was dumb for that.
“How is me giving you the best head ever to apologize for holding out hoeing you?”
“Shit, I don’t know, it just is. You telling me thank you like it was a paid transaction and shit feels like you’re hoeing me. That’s fucked up.” He sat up and reached for me, so I straddled his lap, feeling his dick growing hard between us.
“Real shit though, as much as I appreciate your apology, I want to be real with you. I know I fucked up and this was all my fault. You had every right to be upset and I’m not trying to rush you to get back to the place where we were, I just want your word that that’s the plan.”
“It is. I just had to get used to the idea of what being with you means.”
“And you’re cool with that? All of it?” His heavy gaze was on me while he waited for confirmation that I was really in this with him.
“Yes, I’m cool with all of it.”
“That’s what’s up. Just know I got you. Can you trust me on that?”
“Can you trust me enough to be honest, even when you think I might not like what you’re being honest about?”
“Yeah, I can, as long as you promise not to run again.”
“Then yes, I trust you.”
He smiled big as hell before I was forced into a kiss. My hands moved between us but he caught my wrists and pushed them away.
“Nah, this is gonna have to wait. It’s been a minute, and if I slide up in you now, we aren’t leaving the house for a few days at the least. Let’s go get yo’ shit then we can get to this.”
My entire face dropped and he laughed, kissing me again, pulling back with a smug grin in place. “Doesn’t feel good, does it?”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Deadass.” He lifted me off his lap and adjusted his jeans.
“Amir!”
“Bring your ass, Lear. I said it could wait but I got you later. I promise.”
I couldn’t tell if the sound of my phone going off was a dream or not but I reached for it anyway. My body felt exhausted and my eyes were heavy but I managed to squint enough to get a visual to swipe and answer.
“Hello?”
“Learah, it’s Mom. I need you to come to the hospital. It’s your father. He’s… he’s… just come. I’ll explain when you get here.”
Even in my groggy state, I was able to process what I heard, so I shot up quickly, which jarred Amir from his sleep because he lifted his head.
“He’s what, Ma? What happened?”
“They said a heart attack. He needs triple bypass surgery. They’re prepping him now. I didn’t know who else to call. Can you come?”
“Yes, I’m on my way now. I just have to get dressed and I’ll be there.” I was already throwing covers back and climbing out the bed. Amir did the same on the other side, waiting for me to end the call with my mother. After she gave me instructions and we hung up, he was on me.
“What’s wrong?”
My hands shook and my heart pounded in my chest. I moved on autopilot because my mind no longer processed how to function. When I didn’t speak right away, Amir locked me in his arms, against his chest.
“Lear, calm down, tell me what’s wrong.”
“My dad. He had a heart attack and now they’re prepping him for surgery. I have to go. I have to go be with my mother.”
“Aight, let me throw something on and I’ll drive you. Did she say where?”
“Emory.”
“Aight, come on, but you gotta breathe, baby. Calm down, okay? You don’t know shit yet, so don’t think the worst.”