Chapter 8
Summer
Eventually we were able to scrounge up some battery-operated heaters that were actually for Ricky’s repair shop. By the time we were done running around to gather things, the temperature in the house had already significantly dropped.
“Look, the theater room is big enough for us all to sleep in comfortably. Either in the recliners or on the floor,” Ricky assertively explained.
“We’re going in there because we need to be in a room that we can close the door to.
It’s only two heaters for the eight of us.
So, it’s best to huddle up in the same space.
That means that we’ll bring extra blankets and pillows to keep warm, and get a comfortable sleep. Y’all got it?”
“Yes,” we all basically responded in unison.
“Okay. Let’s head up there,” he instructed.
Using our cells and flashlights, we traveled through the house. We then filed into the theater room. Using some blankets and pillows, we all made pallets on the floor, except my mama and Ricky. They’d opted to cozy up in those cold leather recliners.
“Hey, I bet y’all didn’t think that our night would end like this,” Shilo tittered.
“Girl, bye.” Tarin griped, as her teeth chattered. “Aint nothing funny. I’m literally freezing. Y’all know that I’m anemic.”
“Well, grab another blanket, and stop all that whining,” Renny fussed.
“How long do y’all think the power will be out?” Asha asked.
I was about to respond, until I felt his warm breath brush up against my ear.
“Come here.” He pulled me into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. “Our parents are literally on the other side of this room.”
“And they’re both knocked out, snoring.”
“Okay…but I haven’t forgotten, either, nigga.” I lightly elbowed him.
He sucked his teeth. “I know you aint still tripping over that Brion situation?”
“Well, then you don’t know shit,” I spat, while laying in his arms.
“It wasn’t like that. I swear to God.” He squeezed my body. “But I get how it looks, so I won’t make that same mistake again.” He kissed my lips. “You forgive me?”
I nodded, and he kissed my lips again.
Ever so gently, he caressed my body. Eventually, his hand found its way into my pants. He then flicked a finger between my wet split, before zeroing in on my clit, while we tongue-kissed. Like we were the only two in the room, and my friends weren’t just a few feet away.
Soon after, I was sloppy wet, and you could literally hear him playing in my wetness, while two out of four of my friends were still wide awake and talking, no less.
“Ricky,” I simpered. “We can’t be doing this, right here. My friends. Our parents…this is disrespectful.”
“Then let’s go to the room, right quick.”
“No,” I whined. “Let’s just go to sleep.”
“You know that I can’t sleep without a dose. Come on, baby. Don’t make me fucking beg, cause you know I will.”
“You know that—” I started.
“Summer, girl, go to the room with him. Please. Damn,” Renny whispered. “Otherwise, we’ll never be able to fall asleep with that pecking, swishing, and begging carrying on.”
I giggled. “Girl, fuck you.”
Breeze must’ve taken that as his cue to make a move. So, he climbed to his feet, before helping me do the same. We then grabbed our phones, and blankets, before tipping out of the room.
We ended up in the closet of my bedroom, after Breeze claimed that it would be warmer, although I honestly believe that he wanted to go somewhere that would stifle sounds.
That had to be it, as we had three blankets shielding our naked bodies, while we fucked like rabbits on the closet floor. He had my legs pinned against my shoulders, as he pounded that humongous dick into my tight pussy.
Our skin was loudly clapping, as he ventured balls deep inside of me.
“Oh, fuck, Summer,” he growled, while beating the pussy up.
I found myself rubbing his strong arms, while he was dipping in and out of me. My pussy was smacking, as he lowered his head, drawing my hard nipple into his mouth.
Cradling his head, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh, fuck, Ricky,” I panted.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rocked my hips, fucking him back. Intensely.
I dug my nails in his back, when I felt him roughly sucking on my neck.
Not one to lie to myself, I knew that we were doing too much. The waters were getting deeper. But I couldn’t stop myself from venturing further. Now, I could only hope that I was truly a big girl, and wouldn’t find myself drowning.
***
At this point, I was a passenger princess. Didn’t matter if it was Breeze’s car or my SUV. Either way, I wasn’t driving. So, I was riding shotgun, as we were cruising through the city’s streets in my BMW, on a Saturday night.
My girls had all been texting, urging me to come hang, but honestly that was the last thing on my mind. I just wanted to live in Breeze’s skin, and since he was always beside me, I could only assume that he felt the same.
He’d just won the state championship in basketball the week before, and had been so busy that I was thankful that his final season of high-school basketball had ended. Now, we were heading into prom season, and were preparing for graduation.
Things were definitely moving at a fast pace, but whenever I was alone with Breeze, I felt suspended in time.
It was kinda weird, because I lived with him. Woke up to him every morning. Went to sleep with him every night. So, one might think that we’d be tired of each other, but the truth was that there were never enough hours in the day. Because I wanted him all the time. In every way imaginable.
R&B that was probably released before we were born was pouring from the speakers. I think more now than ever before I could appreciate that type of music. Because it made me feel good about love. Encouraging me to embrace it all.
“Aye, I was listening to this the other day, and it made me think about you,” Breeze claimed, as he increased the volume on the stereo.
“Kissin' you is not enough for me. You know I'm a big boy, and big boys have desires. Makin' love is what I want to do. But I need a true friend to make me come together…”
Listening intently, I bobbed my head to the music.
He tapped my shoulder. “Especially this part, right here. Listen.”
“I'll be right there on time. It's your place or mine. Just show me the place (I really love you) I really love you (I love you, Deja) I love you, Deja…”
Breeze smiled. “Don’t it sound like he’s saying your name?”
I giggled. “Wait. I didn’t tell you my middle name.”
“Right. But I heard your daddy say it.”
“So fucking nosy.” I lightly shoved his shoulder.
“Ion wanna talk to that nigga,” he grumbled, as his phone rang through Bluetooth, while we were cruising through downtown.
I cut my eyes at him curiously, after realizing that it was Jonathan, his friend, calling. “Why not?”
“Cause. He’s been talking about us all linking to go partying, and I know that ya nigga gone be there.”
I rolled my eyes. “He is not my nigga. You are. But what’s your beef with Harlem?”
He cleared his throat. “That nigga is passive aggressive and I don’t like being around that bad energy.”
“How is he passive aggressive, Ricky?”
“That nigga knows that I’m fucking you,” he claimed. “Or at least he peeps that something is going on. But he won’t confront me. He just be asking weird ass questions…and telling me to tell you that he misses you.”
I gulped. “Well…don’t be like that, bae. Harlem…is a good guy…and he’s probably not over me yet, because I took his virginity.”
“What?” He chuckled. “You bullshitting.”
“No. I’m serious.”
“Damn. That’s crazy. Now, I feel kinda bad.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean…I always knew that the nigga legitimately had feelings for you. But…y’all wasn’t even together a year.
The nigga got so many hoes throwing pussy at him.
So, I told myself that he should take it like a player.
But I’m realizing…that was selfish of me.
Acting like that nigga is incapable of having feelings.
I guess that I honestly didn’t get it. Cause…
I aint never been in love before. So, I was looking at it from a superficial point of view.
And now…Ion wanna be around the nigga, because I do understand.
The way I feel about you…makes me not wanna be around a nigga who used to… do what I do to you.”
I sighed, while stifling a giggle. “One thing about it, Harlem never did what you do to me. Maybe it’s a difference in experience. I don’t know—”
“Alright,” he cut me off. “Enough about that nigga.”
“Right. Fuck him.” I waved off. “Let’s stop at one of these clubs tonight.” I smiled.
He grimaced. “Clubs? When do you ever see me going out?”
“Mmm…you don’t, but I figured that it was like my situation. You’re older than most of your friends, so you don’t go out, because they can’t.”
“Mmm…nawl. That definitely aint the case. I got partners back in the hood, who go out damn near every night. The club scene just never appealed to me. I aint paying for a section to act like I’m having it. Ion care for the attention. And too many rowdy muthafuckas in one place makes me uneasy.”
“But if you don’t go, then how can you say that you don’t like—” I got out, before his cell rang again.
Glancing at the screen in the truck, I saw that it was his mama calling.
Sighing, he pushed a button, answering the call.
“Hey, mama.”
“Hey, I was just calling to tell you that agent reached out to me again.”
I watched him stroke his chin. “Oh, yeah?”