Chapter 9
Summer
My heart was racing, as I stood outside of my truck that I’d just parked in the driveway. Breeze’s Camaro was parked directly behind me, forcing our bumpers to kiss.
It felt like we’d been on a high-speed chase on the drive home. He aggressively followed me, never keeping a safe distance. Then as soon as we pulled up at home, he hopped out of the car. Irate.
“You must like that nigga,” he growled, while he was directly in my face, looking like he could bite my nose off.
“Ricky, I keep telling you that it’s not like that,” I explained, trying my best not to match his aggression.
He was extremely pissed, right then, and the last thing I wanted was us tussling in the front yard.
“I definitely don’t like Slim. I know him through my cousin and we’ve just always been cool—”
“Stop fucking lying,” he chided, giving me a look of contempt. “You was flirting with that nigga. Just admit it.”
“Why would I be flirting with him, or anybody else? You have my undivided attention and you know that.”
“Nawl.” He shook his head. “Ion know shit ‘bout that. What I do know is that you go.”
I frowned. “I go?”
“Yeah. You the same muthafucka who was fucking me, and hugging your boyfriend, when you’d just had my dick in your mouth.”
I gasped, as tears instantly filled my eyes. “I can’t fucking believe that you’d say that to me. I was with it, because it was you! Don’t downgrade and cheapen me like that, when you don’t hesitate to put your whole tongue in my ass!”
“Hey, what’s going on out here?” Tricky Ricky questioned, as he came trekking down the driveway.
Glancing at him, I wiped my tears.
“Nigga, back up and give her some space,” he commanded, as Breeze was still directly in my face.
Glaring at me, Breeze slowly backed up.
“Now, why the hell are y’all doing all this arguing out here, for the neighbors to hear?” His eyes bounced from me to Breeze.
I sniffed. “That’s your son.”
He shook his head, as he focused on Breeze. “This right here was the exact shit I didn’t want. I told you to keep it light. Y’all is too young for all this heavy shit. Especially if it got y’all out here clowning.”
More tears slipped from my eyes, as I was extremely emotional, right then.
“But I wasn’t even trying to argue. Ricky just be tripping.
He acts like he doesn’t understand that I love him,” I found myself oversharing.
I hadn’t even thought about what I was saying, as I’d never even verbally told Breeze that I loved him before this.
“Then keep Slim’s bitch ass out of your face,” Breeze growled, while bucking his eyes. Cussing like his daddy wasn’t standing right there and shit.
“Say, boy, watch ya fucking mouth,” Ricky warned.
“Okay, pops,” Breeze dismissively agreed, while his eyes remained trained on me. “Come here, Summer. Let’s take a ride, right quick.”
“Junior, boy, Ion know what the fuck you on, but if you put your hands on this girl—”
He finally focused on his daddy. “Pops, chill out. I aint tryna fight her. We just ain’t finished talking…and need some privacy.”
Tricky Ricky glanced at me. “You cool, Summer?”
I nodded. “I’m okay.”
“Alright, then. Hit my line if you need me.”
“Come on.” Breeze grabbed my hand, and guided me to his car.
“Remember what I said, boy,” Tricky Ricky reminded him, as he opened the passenger’s door for me.
After I was situated, Breeze moseyed over to the driver’s side, and hopped in. After pushing start, he backed out of the driveway, leaving Ricky standing there.
Breeze
We rode around the city for a good two hours, without saying a word. The music was softly playing in the background, while we were both seemingly in deep thought.
Summer was gazing out the window, while her chin rested in her palm. Her lashes would periodically flutter, and she’d wipe underneath her eye, telling me that she was still crying.
Abruptly, I whipped into the parking lot of a HEB and parked.
“I’m sorry,” I broke the silence.
She sniffed, while refusing to look at me. “But you meant what you said, though.”
“I didn’t,” I swore. “And I was out of line for saying that shit. Especially when we both was out of line. Just like you fucked me, while you had a boyfriend. I fucked you, knowing that you was with my boy. So, I ain’t in no position to question your character.
Keeping it real…I was just pissed off, and wanted you to feel what I felt. But that shit was lame.”
She finally turned to face me. “But why was you so triggered by that? Like, do you honestly believe that I’d be interested in Slim?”
I shrugged. “It wasn’t about him, per say. It could’ve been any nigga, and my reaction would’ve been the same. Because…I’m tender ‘bout you. So, Ion want no nigga near you.”
Gradually, she nodded, with her bottom lip poked out. “I get it. I just don’t want you doubting me, though. Cause I don’t have control over these dudes. You just gotta know and trust my heart.”
“Do you think that we gone make it through college?” I blurted out my intrusive thoughts.
“Huh?” She frowned in confusion. “Where did that come from?”
“Everywhere, Summer. Our parents. My family. Everybody seems to think that we too young.”
“Okay. But what do you feel, Ricky?”
“I feel like…I ain’t never felt like this before. So, I know that this is different. But we are young. This is new to us. Which means that anything can happen.”
“Right,” she sighed. “But what we never discuss is that our parents are in love. I honestly think that Tricky Ricky is the one and my mama aint going nowhere. So, imagine…if we broke up or something. Then we’d still have to be around each other. That would be crazy.”
“Not really,” I scoffed.
“Why you say that?”
“Cause you aint bringing no nigga around me. Period.”
“Really, Ricky? You’re not making sense.”
“Oh, I’m making all the sense. I aint finna sit back and watch you be with nobody else, Summer. I know what I know. In the end, we gon be together. Cause you mine. Heart, mind, and that pussy.”
She tittered. “Boy, get the fuck.”
“I’m so for real, lil’ mama.”
“Okay. Well, just know that it’s vice-versa. I aint accepting no girl that comes after me. You’re always gonnna be mine. Down to that fat, long dick between your legs.” She sassily twisted her neck.
Leaning over, I kissed her lips. “I love you, Summer.”
She kissed me back. “I love you too.”
Five minutes later, we’d climbed to the backseat of my car, she was naked from the waist down, shirt lifted, titties out, and I was sloshing my tongue over her clit.
“Ooh, Ricky,” she crooned, while rubbing my waves. “Eat this pussy, baby.”
“Mmm,” I moaned into her pussy lips, while sucking that clit.
“Oh, fuck!” She shouted, while her body violently jerked.
Knowing that she’d gotten off, I lifted my head, before repositioning myself between her legs. Eagerly, she reached down, grabbing my dick, before guiding me to her opening.
As I was pushing inside of her, she lifted her own legs, holding them against her titties. With nothing holding me back, I thrusted into her, going balls deep in that pussy.
With every dip into her tightness, I came back with more cream lathering my dick. Her pussy was dripping wet, and loudly smacking within the confines of the car.
Gazing down at her, not knowing if I’d have this forever…I prayed that I was planting my seed, tying us together for a lifetime.
Summer
The end of summer…
My summer after high school had to be the fucking wildest. With no school and plenty of time on our hands, me and Breeze had done the most.
After talking about it, we’d decided that we wanted to experience a New York summer. And with the means and resources at our disposal, we made it happen. So, for two weeks we stayed in an Airbnb and kicked it in the NY.
After my mama had personally booked the Airbnb top floor apartment, me and Breeze had gone half on the expenses…and a damn baby.
Wait. No. Let me be honest. I didn’t get pregnant in New York, because apparently, I was already pregnant, but that’s where I’d discovered that I was pregnant. Right before suffering a miscarriage.
Unknowingly, I was three months pregnant, and was living my best life. My period had been irregular, and I was spotting, which was why I’d never bothered with a pregnancy test.
Things came to a head when we were hanging in Times Square, one day. It started to rain. I ran. And slipped on the concrete. Landing hard. Then a few hours later, I started bleeding, heavily.
By the time I couldn’t take the pain anymore, and had gone to the emergency room, it was too late for any interventions. And while I was using the rest room, a tiny being dropped out of my vagina, petrifying me.
It was weird to find out that you were pregnant and experiencing a miscarriage, all in one sitting. It was even wilder that I experienced that, before flying back to Houston, pretending that nothing happened.
Me and Breeze had made the decision not to tell our parents about the pregnancy. With them already having reservations about our relationship, we just felt like sharing the miscarriage news wouldn’t help anything.
Then…on the backend…I think that it took me a little longer to return to myself. I was in my head, struggling to process the loss. Meanwhile, Breeze was outside.
He may not have cared for the clubs, but he loved a good college kickback.
And he was gonna attend every invite, regardless if I was in attendance or not.
Then when I would stay at home, I’d stumble across a random classmate’s story on IG and see Breeze hanging, being extra friendly with bitches.
Then it didn’t help that everybody thought that he was single. And that…was my fault.
Breeze wanted us to publicly claim each other. Yes, our family knew, as well as some of our friends, but we’d never announced it to the world. Because I didn’t like how that would make me look.