Chapter 12
TWELVE
“You going to Deuce’s tonight?” Tre asks when I walk into the office.
“Nah. I think I’m going to work on my bike. I’m almost done with the carburetor. She’ll be on the road before December.”
“Shit before next week if you keep working on it. You’ve been here every night this week. Kyrah ass got you sick as fuck, bruh,” he says then laughs.
It’s been almost a week. I’m sick as fuck and missing my baby but I’m giving her space.
It’s hard as fuck though. I almost gave in and drove to her last night.
I came back here and worked on my bike until almost two.
The new tires are on and I’ve added the passenger seat.
Tre is right. If she keeps icing me, I’ll have my bike on the road next week for sure.
“Real sick,” I admit honestly. “This shit’s got to end soon. I miss my baby.”
“See. That lovesick shit ain’t for me. Y’all can have it ’cause I’m sick of seeing you pouting like a girl. But isn’t tonight her Friday thing? Go get her,” he says, voicing what I’ve been thinking all damn day. After letting her have fun with her girls, I was gon’ pull up.
“That’s the plan. I’m gonna close up, work on my bike, then clean up and head her way around ten. And I may be dragging a little but pouting like a girl? Never.”
“Look in a fucking mirror,” he says, then closes his laptop. “I’m out. I’ll be here tomorrow for the interviews. I have three possibles. The first one is at two, so you can see them and make sure you ain’t fucked.”
“I saw the resumes you left on the desk. I don’t know the names but I’ll be here for the interviews. Unless they are toothless and can’t read, we are hiring two.”
Because we are basically open every day of the week, I decided we need two employees, one full-time and one part-time for weekends and to cover when the other is out. The months without one prior to ol’ girl and this last week have been too damn much.
“Bet. Well, I’m up. See you about one. Got to find me something to lay up with.”
“Be easy,” I tell him, then follow him out.
It’s an hour until closing and the lobby is cleared.
Two cars and a truck are in the bays but all three vehicles aren’t scheduled to be ready until tomorrow.
It’s been a crazy ass day and we were busy from open until now.
My guys did good so I send everyone home, starting with Niko who had been handling the lobby since after lunch. “You can head out,” I tell him.
“You sure?” he asks and I nod. “’Preciate it. See you Monday.
The guys in the bay are next. I’ll handle the last hour and close. After they leave, I close the bay doors then lock up the lobby. I clean it next—picking up the trash, emptying the coffee pots and washing them, then checking the bathroom.
I’ll be happy as hell when we hire somebody.
After changing the music on the sound system, I turn it up and work on my bike.
Fixing her is my therapy. It’s relaxing, and because I’m solo, I have the time I need to think and process shit.
For me, it’s like sitting on a stranger’s couch and spilling my shit.
Three hours later, I have a rebuilt carbonator and a clear plan.
I’m definitely going to see my baby tonight. This week is killing me.
A few minutes after ten, I lock up each bay, kill the lights, then leave through the lobby door after setting the alarm. The minute I’m in my ride, Deuce texts.
Deuce: You hitting my spot tonight?
Me: Nah ’bout to head to CF in about an hour.
Deuce: Why? Your girl and her friend just walked in here.
Me: Kyrah?
Deuce: Who else, nigga.
Me: Chill.
Me: I’ll be there.
Deuce: Bet. I’ll put them in my section.
Me: ’Preciate that.
The Man Up Top is really looking out. Kyrah in Deuce’s, twenty minutes from me, on a Friday night is perfect.
I’m going to take full advantage. After backing out of my space, I head to my spot, get clean, and dress.
Forty minutes after entering my crib, I roll up to Deuce’s and park in the back like usual.
Deuce’s private section is in the center of the reserved sections lining the back wall.
I spot my baby as soon as I walk in. She and Alex are sitting in the middle of the large leather booth.
Kyrah has her braids up, giving the entire bar a full view of her pretty face.
Every inch of me wants to go right over to her, but I fall back and slide to the bar, grabbing a stool in the cut.
When I order my drink, I inquire about their tab and take it. I also order them another round.
I watch as the server takes the drinks over to them.
With her smile bright as ever, Kyrah thanks her then looks around for the anonymous buyer.
Because I’m on the side corner of the bar, she doesn’t see me.
Any other nigga sitting back watching a lady would be a creep, but when it’s me watching mine, it’s straight.
Her night will end with me, so she can enjoy her girl, the drinks, and the music while I chill.
Midway through my drink, a heavy hand lands on my shoulder then Deuce sits on the stool next to me.
“What’s up with her girl?” he asks while his eyes are zoned in on Alex.
“She’s not one of your baby mommas,” I quip, reminding him of his words at my crib.
“Facts but her little tight ass in that dress got a nigga second guessing.”
“Bruh, she’s out of your damn league.”
“Right,” he says dismissively. “You know there’s no one out of my fucking league.”
“She got somebody, I think. She goes to Vegas sometimes and I think the nigga’s there,” I tell him. “She’s too small for you anyway.”
He nods. “But that ass hitting.” He motions to one of the bartenders and she nods. “You staying over here all night?”
“Nah. I’m just letting her have fun with her girl. I got this.”
The bartender walks over and places Deuce’s drink in front of him. “Handle yo’ shit then. I’m ’bout to head to the crib. My fucking head,” he says before killing the drink.
Back in the day, Deuce played football. He was raw too until two hating defensive ends slammed him into the ground. He got a minor concussion and stopped playing because he kept getting migraines. He still gets them shits, and when it’s bad, he shuts down.
“Be easy,” I say and he taps my shoulder before leaving.
When I turn back to Kyrah, I see that she and Alex are up dancing in front of their booth. The rapper Fyre’s new song blasts and all the women rap along with her, even my baby. It sounds like a damn choir up in here. The two bartenders are back to back, swaying and rapping too.
The song ends with Fyre yelling, “Fuck that nigga!” and the DJ kills the music so the ladies scream it too.
I just shake my head and grin as my baby and Alex laugh after they yell.
Another song begins and they stay in the dance area.
My eyes stay glued to Kyrah as she moves her hips and ass.
She has me in a damn trance, and before I even realize it, I’m off the stool, making strides toward her.
She starts walking toward me too, but when we meet, she bumps into me, slowly looks me up and down, then brushes right past me.
Alex smirks as she passes then they walk to the restroom.
Kyrah’s here for me…
Amused at her but still in a damn trance, my eyes follow my baby’s ass and hips all the way to the restroom door. Her tight ass skirt looks poured on and she’s wearing those boots I love that tie all the way up her thick legs.
Yeah, she wore that shit for me.
I return to the bar and patiently wait for her to exit the restroom.
I smile when I see her quickly scan the club looking for me.
Her eyes never find me but I’m on her. Once back in the section, she looks again then motions the server over and orders another round of drinks.
She lifts her phone briefly then quickly puts it down.
She leans in closer to Alex, and when she starts to speak, I get up.
I’m on her mind just like she’s imprinted on mine.
When I approach them, Alex nudges her and she looks up.
She tries to downplay her smile but I don’t mask mine.
I’ve missed her, every fucking thing about her.
Each night when I leave the shop, I toss and turn in my bed after I text her, hoping she will respond.
Her scent on my pillow has started to fade and I miss the feel of her soft ass body next to mine.
After stepping behind the booth, I lean in and whisper into her ear. “Can I holla at you for a minute?” I ask and she nods. “Not here though.”
Instead of responding to me, she turns to Alex and says, “I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time,” Alex says with a smile then winks at me.
Kyrah eases to the edge of the half-moon booth and I offer my hand to her, helping her up and pulling her into me.
“Back here,” I say, then place my hand on her ass. We walk to Deuce’s private bathroom outside of his office and I enter the code. I open the door and allow her to enter. As soon as she realizes it’s a bathroom, she looks back at me squinting.
“Should we even be back here?” she asks.
“Baby, I know the code. That’s my permission. This is Deuce’s private space,” I say then close the door.
As she looks at the large marble sink, smoky glass enclosed shower, and private toilet behind the partially opened door, she utters, “He actually showers here?”
“Sometimes,” I answer as I step behind her. When my chest is on her back, I take her in and inhale her sweet scent. As my hands slide down her hips, I admit, “I miss you. Did you get the flowers?”
“Yes,” she answers before stepping out of my arms. She turns to face me and steps forward, killing the space between us. “Shiro, why are we in here?”
“’Cause I got tired of being so far from you out there. In here, I got you all to myself. What’s under this skirt?” I ask as my hand inches up her thigh.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” she snaps but her little attitude is fake as fuck. I heard her breath hitch when I first touched her.
“I don’t?”
“No, you don’t.”
“Just humor me then.” My hand travels all the way up her thigh and I run my fingers along her panties. “Feels like lace. Let me see,” I say and she smirks.
“Shiro,” she murmurs, sensually as fuck.
“Let’s go over here,” I say as I grip her ass and lightly coax her toward the sink with me.
“Can I see them?” I ask and she closes her eyes then nods.
“Open yo’ pretty eyes, baby. I miss seeing them.
” She opens her eyes and I slide her panties down her legs.
After she steps out, I place them in my back pocket.
“Put yo’ arms around my neck,” I demand and she doesn’t hesitate.
I lift her and prop her on the sink. I spread her legs then drop to my knees, positioning myself right between them, eye level with her pretty ass pussy.
“I’ve missed her too,” I admit before placing her legs over my shoulders.
Being denied her, this, has been torture. I place my hands on her inner thighs, then dive in. After kissing her phat pussy lips, I run my tongue down her sweet slit. The low soft moan she emits lets me know she missed this too.
Encouraged by her sound and taste, I lick, suck, and kiss her pussy until she starts to squirm.
Her legs latch around my neck and her hands move to my head as I work.
When I pull her swollen clit into my mouth, she bucks and I move my hands from her thighs to her ass.
As I feast, her moans get louder, and when I tongue kiss her clit, she loses it and wets my face.
“Shit,” she cries through trembles. When her body stops trembling, her legs fall off my shoulder.
She then lifts my head lightly. She looks flushed, satisfied, and pretty as hell as always.
When she smiles, I do the same as I ease off the floor.
Once at my full height, I rub the side of her face then hold her chin as I lean down and kiss her forehead.
The disappointed look on her face is priceless but cute. “Where are my panties?” she asks.
“I got ’em. Come get ’em tonight when you finish with yo’ girl,” I tell her, then give her the kiss she was expecting a few seconds ago. “There are clean towels under the sink. You can refresh yourself.”
“What about your face?”
“Nah. I’m taking yo’ sweet scent home with me. It’ll keep me happy until you come,” I say then head to the door. “And I got your tab.”
Before closing the door, I hear her utter, “Who said I was coming.”
I simply laugh because she’s definitely coming. Even if it’s to cuss my ass out, she’ll be at my crib and this space shit between us is a wrap.
When I walk back out, I head to the bar. I spot Trenae, Deuce’s manager, and tell her my tab is still open for Kyrah and Alex. I also give her permission to close it out when they finally leave.
With my baby’s juices on my lips and in my beard, I leave the club and take my ass home to wait for her.