31. Wyn #3
“You enjoy pissing me off, huh? Who you finna call? That nigga who look like you? Conceited ass. Quit fuckin’ playing with me Snow.”
“Quit playing with me! Why should I trust you? You can’t even tell me where you’ve been!”
“You should trust me because I haven’t given you a reason not to.”
“Bullshit!”
He takes a step closer, his hands shifting until our lips are centimeters apart.
His breath, hints of an earlier mint, blows warm, mixing with mine.
My fingers dig into his wrists, anchoring myself to him.
Panties ruined, I don’t even try to rub my thighs together for relief.
The only thing that will work is this mysterious ass nigga in front of me.
“What more do you want from me, Snow?” His forehead rests on mine, defeated. “The only woman I’ve ever let in, made love to… you know me.”
“It’s not enough,” I whisper fiercely. “You’ve hurt me before. Don’t act like I’m being unreasonable.”
We stand like that for a long moment before his hands slide to my waist. His fingers fist my romper as much as they can, his head resting on the side of mine.
“What can I do to get you to trust me?”
“Tell me where you’ve been.”
“I can but you not gon’ believe me anyway, Snow.
I can tell you I just been at the crib, letting my face heal, helping Miele and them run the hotel from my office, and Reno and them with their extracurriculars, but you not gon’ believe me.
You won’t believe a word I say unless I tell you what you already think you know; that I been with bitches.
So what can I do, bae? How can I ease your mind while you chase your dreams? ”
I lock my knees to keep from falling. My hands peel his off of me, and I stumble over to my nightstand to grab the item that came last week.
I was doomscrolling one night, and ended up on the side of social media that had me blushing.
Who knew when I’d actually use this, but I guess past me knew this would come in handy.
I fling the item onto the middle of my bed. Rico’s eyes flash with recognition, and he pulls at his goatee, eyes dancing from the item to me.
“A cock lock, Snow?”
I bob my head. “And only I have the key. You wear that until I believe you. Your move.”
“You gon’ lock my pussy up, too?” He slides his sweats down, stepping out of them before taking off his hoodie and tee. His dick bobs, weeping at the tip, getting harder by the second as his eyes don’t know where to land.
“You know I’m not even on that right now.”
Rico tsks, reaching over to grab the lock and rip it out of its plastic.
“You still haven’t realized every nigga around you wants what I have.
Been that way since I met you. I’m glad you got some shit that will actually fit.
” He strokes his dick twice, licking his lips before dropping the cock lock on the bed and rounding it toward me.
I duck, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and pinning it to his chest with my hand. He looks down in disgust, before scowling at me.
“Why the fuck you got condoms, Snow?”
“Humor me.” I shake it in his face, grinning when he snatches it.
“If that box is missing some–”
“It’s not. Now come on. I’m horny as fuck.” I peel off the straps of my romper then snatch off my bra. “I can’t believe you knocked out my dad and threatened my mom. And you put Auty in her place.”
My words settle into the air as Rico kneads my neck with his lips. In all of my thirty years, no one has ever stood up for me. Not one person. Laughed it off, maybe. Told me don’t sweat it when we’re alone, sure. But what Rico did? Especially with Auty?
Never.
Tears spring almost immediately. Rico leans back, probably sensing the change in my mood.
“Thank you,” I hiccup. “Thank you for sticking up for me.”
Rico moves the flyaways from the wig out of my face. He nods once, then leads me to my ensuite.
Rico’s phone buzzes for the third time, but he doesn’t even glance its way. His attention is on my feet, rubbing the left one after rubbing the right foot for over thirty minutes.
We took a shower together. He washed me while I bawled my eyes out, putting me right under the spray and took off my wig, the makeup, and the tough girl armor I need to get through seeing my family.
After rubbing me down with cocoa butter, we’re both on my bed, naked, watching him rub my feet. Neither of us has spoken for over an hour, but it’s not awkward, nor is it loaded.
It’s peaceful.
Except for his phone. Auty’s called him three times now, and has texted him twice that amount.
“You gonna answer her?” I rasp, grabbing his phone.
“No, and you aren’t either.” He leans up and grabs his phone, turning it off before throwing it on the ground. “You were seconds away from breaking your sobriety. Only thing I’m worried about is making sure you straight. Haze got a husband and a wife to tend to her.”
“About that.” I sit up on my pillows. “What was Mom talking about? I thought they were all together.”
Rico digs the pad of his thumb into the sole of my arch. Somehow, it makes my pussy clench.
“Legally, Turk had to marry Patience. So yeah, they’re all together, but according to the state of California, Patience and Turk are man and wife.”
“Hunh.”
Rico digs his thumb once more, before his hands roam up my calves to my thighs.
“Enough about them. I believe you owe me some pussy, my love. I’m here to collect.”