Chapter 4 Rayzor #2
We sat down, and Eris checked her surroundings. She kept her head on a swivel. Vigilant. But she didn’t need to, that was my job. She’d never have to worry about protection with me.
“Thank you for lunch, Rayzor.”
“Rayzor is for the ring. Call me Court, Courtland, Daddy, whatever you want to, but you gon’ get comfortable with the real me.”
“Daddy?” She bashfully smiled.
“Hell yeah. Ain’t that what you called me when I was in the pussy on the first night?”
“In my defense, I was tipsy.”
“Yeah, tipsy off this dick,” I replied, making her laugh.
I couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she was. Eris has that model type beauty. And her drive, smarts, and independence took her looks to the next level. That’s always some shit I could get behind.
“I told you I wanted to do something I’d never done before.”
“You wanna do that shit again?”
“I think the point of doing something you’ve never done before requires a one-time thing. You don’t revisit it.”
“You saying my dick ain’t good?”
“No. I’m not saying that at all. Good God no.” She blushed with embarrassment. That shit was cute.
I had her. Her chocolate skin flushed. She was carefully orchestrating her words not to say the wrong thing. Not that it’ll offend me. I already know what it was.
“I’m fuckin’ with you. Let’s get this food ordered. What you like?”
“I love the house Lo Mein. It’s flavorful and fulfilling.”
“Order for me then. Let me go to the bathroom.” I got up, her eyes followed.
“Bathroom?” I asked the waitress.
They pointed me to the direction and my head damn near touched the ceiling of this small ass box. What the fuck was up with Eris and boxes? It’s gotta be her favorite shape.
Eris was spaced out when I returned.
“You aiight?”
She slowly turned her head. “I’m just thinking.”
“’Bout what?”
She folded her arms and sat them on the table. “Your teeth are damn near perfect, but you booked an appointment just to see me.”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that shit?”
“Nothing.” She pushed back from the table. “I’ve just… never have anyone go out their way for me before.”
“Then you ain’t met the right nigga.”
“The old men flirt all the time, but it’s nothing to me. Even some of the younger men, but the most they do is flowers and things.”
“I can do all that. Just tell me what you want.”
“Courtland, this is all soooo…” She cut herself off.
She didn’t have to say it, I already knew.
Something got into me, so I got up and leaned across the table, placing my hand on the side of her face. It caught her by surprise. I winked then kissed her before sitting down.
“What was that for?”
“I’ve been wanting to do that shit since earlier.”
“That’s nice. I guess.” She shrugged.
The food was brought out and they loaded the fucking table up. I thought she ordered one dish, but there was four. All of it looked good. Just hoped she ain’t fuck up the order.
“I wanted to give you variety.” She explained.
“It’s cool. I got a big appetite and if I don’t like the shit, I’m not paying for it.”
“Don’t embarrass me in my favorite spot,” she spoke. “If you don’t like it, I’ll pay.”
“Yeah, aiight.”
I admit, she chose the right shit. Everything was seasoned and flavorful. She watched me try everything, tapping her chopsticks on her plate every time I went for something new. She was on edge with anticipation.
“From Adrienne’s, I knew you could eat, but you just went through a shareable Lo-Mein, wings and spring rolls. You’re not miserable,” she acknowledged.
“Hell nah. I barely had shit to eat after my workout this morning. I’ll go run a few miles later to burn it off.”
“That’s insane. I know they say athlete’s metabolisms are high, but high is an understatement.”
“Yeah. I can fuck some shit up… if I like it.”
She clapped with a smile. “Oh, so you do like it?”
“What gave it away?” I smirked.
She didn’t finish all her meal, taking it to go. When the bill came, she went for that fucking purse again like she did at Adrienne’s. That shit was starting to piss me off.
I gave her a look, and she took her hand off it like it was poison.
“I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me, but I don’t need you to be paying for everything.”
“Whatever shero mentality you got, put that shit on the backburner with me. Fuck I look like taking you somewhere and making you pay?”
“I wanted to do my part.”
“Your part is to continue looking pretty and being a passenger princess. You ain’t gotta fight or flight with me.”
What I said got to her because her eyes went dim. That spark was there, but she looked on the verge of crying. I didn’t want to make her emotional. I wanted to tell her what it was, so she knew how to move from now on with me.
“How much longer you got?” I asked her.
“The office is closed for another hour so, until then.”
Instead of getting in the front seat, we hopped in the back.
“What’re we doing back here?”
“Shit, we can watch something on Netflix and relax.”
“You don’t have to do all that. I can go back to the office.”
“E, stop with that dumb shit before you make me fuckin’ mad. Chill, aiight?”
She obliged, leaning into me, and laid her head on my shoulder. I went to my Netflix app and found us something, a quick series that we could pick back up together someday.
It got quiet.
I glanced to see her fading.
“If you wanna catch a nap, that’s cool. I’ll make sure you get back on time.”
“I’m good. It’s just, I’ve never done this before with a man.
I would ride Levi around when he was a baby and play Bubble Guppies because he had a hard time sleeping at night,” she reminisced.
Her eyes lit up when talking about her son.
“I would pull over in our neighborhood, and we’d watch a few minutes of the show before he fell asleep. ”
“I fuck with how you show up for lil’ man and your sister.”
“We’re all we got. I told you it’s been us for years. I refuse to let the world raise them instead of me. It kills me when works pulls me away, making me miss so much, but I know it won’t be like this always.”
I nodded, understanding her. Thinking about Maleek, I missed being active in his life. He’s been on my mind heavy since his birthday. We chop it up all the time. It wasn’t the same as seeing him.
It made me want to try to end this blood between mama and me.
“The kids asked about you by the way,” she said, breaking my thoughts. “Erin told the whole school I know you and blasted the pictures from dinner over her socials. You really made her day.”
“They know a real nigga when they see one.” I chuckled. “And shit, whenever you wanna chill, I’ll come through.”
“I already didn’t want you having my address the first time. You might be a stalker.”
“My dick too good to be stalking.” I smirked.
“Yeah, you’re crazy.”
“Probably.”
“After the movies I didn’t think I’d see you again, but you proved me wrong. We talk a lot.”
“Hell yeah. I gotta tie up that phone line so don’t no other nigga get through.”
“But you know I date.”
“But you not giving up that pussy to them niggas.”
“I’m single. Why not?”
“That’s some prize-winning pussy. You can’t be letting lame niggas get in.”
“Oh really? Where were you when I let my baby daddy hit.”
“Being just like that nigga.”
Her eyes grew sad.
“Real shit. I’m not a good nigga, E.”
She drew back.
“But I’m a real nigga. I can be everything and nothing you want me to be.”
“That’s why I have to stay away from you.”
“But you can’t.”
“And why’s that?”
“You ain’t being fucked right. That’s cool. A lot of y’all aren’t. That’s why you’re dating because they don’t have what you’re looking for. You can’t commit to weak dick or niggas.”
The movie was our background noise.
“I can’t get it right with men, so I’ve been single for almost three years.”
Eris was fucking with me. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was comfortable with me. I understood though. It’s been six years since I spun the block for a woman.
“What if I was but want something different.”
“You felt that?”
“What?” she asked.
“That need to be impulsive. You could’ve done anything– change your hair, nails, bungee jumped, but you wanted a one-night stand. If you were fulfilled, you wouldn’t have wanted dick.”
“Well damn. Since you got your degree and know everything, tell me more about me since you know.”
I placed my hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. “I know that pussy leaking, and you want another round, but you’re the bed style princess. And you don’t want to be judged for getting that pussy stretched in the lot of your favorite food spot.”
She gulped hard, mouth hanging open. I could hear her heart beating through her throat.
“And what else?”
“Ain’t shit else, Eris. If you want the dick, them scrubs gotta come off.”
Someone walked pass the car.
The thought of doing it was on her heavy. I wasn’t judging her. I wanted her just like she did me. She moved too slow, so I grabbed her up, unlacing her pants.
“Rayzor, we’re in a parking lot.”
A car horn blaring scared her.
“And?”
I pushed her pants below her knees, and they dropped.
“You ain’t got long. You know you like to sleep after a nut.”
That got her ass moving. While she did her, I moved to the center of the seat for her to move with ease.
“They’re going to see in here.”
“Even in the brightest light you can’t see shit. Tints from the front to the back windows,” I let her know. “You can’t be grown, want the dick and be scared at the same time.”
Instead of her sitting on it, she leaned over, sliding me on her tongue, surprising the fuck out of me. I wasn’t going to tell her to stop, but I also didn’t want her to feel like she had to do that either.
That reserved bullshit she was hollering went out the window as she gobbled my shit down to the tonsils. She wasn’t even on my shit long and already had my toes popping. I placed my hands on top of my head and watched her go to work.
“Fuck. Do that shit then.”