Chapter 4 #2
My hand cups her chin and I lift her pretty, slightly slanted eyes back to mine. “You can have both but you need to tell me what’s up.”
“We don’t do that.”
“Now we do,” I say and her eyebrows tent again.
“Because you came when I drunk texted and called you?”
“Yeah and because I know how you really feel about me.”
“And how do I feel?”
“Man, cut the shit, Kyrah. You feel just like I feel about you. Who else are you fucking?”
“That doesn’t me—” she says but I cut her off.
“Who else are you fucking besides me? What other nigga you call at almost midnight to come get you? What other nigga you have up in this bitch, in this bed? And what other nigga gets to hold you like this?” I fire off.
It would be real easy for me to just tell her that she told me she loves me but I’m not. When she admits it again, I need her sober and knowing exactly what she’s saying. As much as intoxication reveals the truth, I need to hear it in real time when she’s looking at me.
“Shiro,” she sighs.
“Yeah. What’s your answer?”
While shaking her head, she says, “You.”
“A’ight then. Take your shower, get your tea, then you are going to tell me what has you getting fucked up on that kiddie shit.”
“What about the shop? You have to open today?”
While glancing at the large, backless, frameless clock on the wall, I tell her, “The shop opened over an hour ago. I’m not going in today because you needed me.”
“But who opened? Who’s going to take your place? Tre can’t work on cars,” she says, knowing how important Saturdays are for me and my business. The concern in her voice alone just reinforces how she truly feels. She cares about and loves me; she just needs to realize her feelings and stop fronting.
“I took care of all of that so I can take care of you.”
“I feel bad.”
“Don’t. Let’s just shower so we can talk,” I say, then lightly pat her ass. “Can we do that?”
“We can. I have something you can put on. You left shorts and a shirt when you sprayed that termite stuff around the house.” She moves again, and this time, I release my hold on her.
When she eases off her bed, she wobbles a little.
“I really did too much last night. Did I throw up? God, I hope not.”
“Nah, but you snored.” And told me you loved me.
“Stop lying. I don’t snore.”
“Man, like a damn eighteen-wheeler. Kept my ass up all night,” I tease and she blesses me with her pretty ass smile and that tiny little dimple on her right cheek appears. It only pops out when she’s really happy or finds something extra funny. I love it though.
“I refuse to believe that,” she says, then reaches out for me.
“You need me to hold your hand? You still drunk?”
“No. I want you to hold my hand because I’m glad you came for me.”
At her words, I take her hand and get off the bed. When my feet land on the soft ass rug that her bed centers, I pull her into me. “I will always come for you,” I tell her then lean in. Her hand flies to cover her mouth.
“Mmhmm. Slice H2O and sushi. That’s a hell no,” she mumbles through her hand.
“I smelled that shit all night,” I say, then kiss her forehead instead. “I’ll let you handle that hot breath first. Then I’m kissing you.”
We walk into the large bathroom and step right to the double sink.
After she puts her long braids up, she grabs her toothbrush and I get mine.
After she places toothpaste on mine then hers, we brush and gargle.
She sets her shower temperature then starts the water.
I start to undress, but when she unbuttons her jeans, I stop to watch her.
I don’t want to miss a beat. My eyes stay glued to her as she wiggles the jeans down her wide hips, juicy ass, and thick thighs.
Her shirt is next, leaving her in only a lace bra and panties.
“Won’t you take off the rest since you’re looking,” she says with a smile.
“Shit. You don’t have to ask me twice.”
I step toward her, crash my lips into hers, and kiss the hell out of her as my hands unhook her bra.
I slide it off her shoulders then lean in and kiss both of her big ass titties.
Her panties are down next and it takes every ounce of my will power to not run my hand between her legs.
We need to shower so she can tell me what’s up with her.
So, after kissing her again, I step back and remove my clothes. When she reaches for my dick, I shake my head.
“Why?” she questions with a pout.
“’Cause we need to shower so you can get your tea. We not doing shit until I know what’s up?”
“So you’re denying me?’ she asks before stepping closer.
“Delaying. Stop and get in the shower. Seeing you naked is hard enough. You can’t be touching and trying to distract me. Matter of fact, let me turn on the other side. We are not sharing. You stay over there and I’ll shower here,” I say, then point to the shower-head on the left.
She doesn’t say shit. She merely grins then steps into her side of the shower. Because I’m a man on a mission, I don’t even turn her way when I get in. I focus on myself and my side. I even remain inside when she gets out to give her time to cover that beautiful ass body.
“You’re doing the most,” she says before walking out of the bathroom.
“Nah, I’m trying hard not to,” I utter to myself before shutting my shower off and getting out.
After drying, I wrap the towel around my lower half and walk back into her bedroom.
My shorts, a pair of boxers, and a shirt are on her bed and she’s in her closet.
I’m getting dressed when she walks out in some little ass shorts and a tee, no bra and clearly no panties.
Her nipples are poking out, and when she walks over and dramatically bends over in front of me to pick up her slides from the floor, her ass eats her shorts.
Unable to help myself, I pull them out then slap her ass.
“You’re something else,” I groan.
“I’m home; I just want to be comfortable.”
“As hard as you’re trying to get fucked, it’s not going to work. Go get your tea.”
After letting out a breath, she asks, “You hungry?”
“For food now? Yes. Yo’ ass later? Absolutely.”
I squeeze her phat ass again then follow her out of her bedroom.
We walk past her office and two other bedrooms then head down the curved staircase.
When we walk into the kitchen, she heads to the coffee and tea bar and I step to the fridge.
While she fixes her tea and my coffee, I grab eggs, sausage, and bagels.
“I was going to cook,” she says when she sees me.
“You can help,” I tell her. I can cook; Shuga made sure we all can. I’m used to fixing breakfast especially, because it’s the one meal I do not skip. Breakfast food stays in my fridge. I’m a big nigga and need fuel to get through my day. Every morning, I have a meal.