36. Wyn #3
“My dick dirty but you hopping on this muthafucka any chance you get. And I know fasho you gagging on this dirty ass dick all the way home.” He dusts the crumbs into the bag, then puts it behind his chair.
My lip curls, watching his movements. “Bet that diseased thing won’t come nowhere near Miss Snowflake anytime soon. You gon’ have hair on ya hand.”
“Yeah, aight,” he mumbles, grabbing his phone out of the middle console, but I snatch it back from him.
“What?”
Rico sets his murderous glare at me. “I said, ‘yeah, aight.’ On Baby, ain’t nobody scared of yo lil’ ass, Snow. Now hand me back my fuckin’ phone ‘fore I actually get mad.”
I hold out Rico’s phone so my Face ID can unlock his phone, then go to his texts. “Ain’t nobody scared of you either, nigga. Who’s texting us off an unknown number?” Not waiting for an answer, I click the thread.
It’s some type of code I can’t decipher, but I’m certain it’s not anything from a woman, so I exit out of his otherwise boring inbox and go to his social media.
“Aight then, where yo phone?” He’s lightning fast as he reaches over and snatches my clutch from the floor of my seat. I try to grab it from him, but he mushes me, before grabbing his gun and setting it on his lap.
I roll my eyes, meeting his glare head on.
“You acting like you got some shit to hide? Do I really need to shoot yo pinky off to show you nobody playing witcho thot ass?”
“You know what–fine! Can’t do shit nice for your ungrateful ass. Go through my phone. Go on!”
“I was gon’ do that anyway,” he snaps, unlocking my phone with my code and going straight to the messages.
I know exactly when he sees the unknown number. His face balls up, and his thumbs tap angrily as he scrolls up to the beginning of the message. Slowly, his face smooths out, and then his tongue ring slides across his lip, before he locks my phone and peers out the windshield.
We’re quiet for a long time, though the car buzzes with all the things we don’t say. I place his phone into the middle console where it was, then climb into the backseat.
He follows me, and I settle into his arms, before he moves us until we’re both laying down, facing each other.
“You something else,” he whispers, his finger tracing my freckles on my cheek.
“Do you like it?” I whisper back. The gift I got Rico for his birthday was bullshit, since his real gift wasn’t ready yet; an iced out pendant of a picture of his mother holding him and Fredo when they were babies.
Everyone always says they look like Pooh, but the picture of his mother in the medallion could be Rico without his new facial hair.
He already has a pendant of Fredo, so I’m nervous about it. I didn’t know if he’d like it, and I know he wouldn’t wear it every day. But maybe for special occasions, like the other guys do. And it goes with the watch he thinks I don’t know he got to match the one he’s giving me for my birthday.
“That shit nice as fuck. I love it. I love you.” He leans in and presses his lips to mine before pulling back.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt.
“For what?”
“For calling you a dirty dick ass nigga.”
Rico pulls a corner of his mouth up. “No you not. You meant that shit.”
“I did,” I grin. “But it’s still not right. How are we ever gonna be okay if we’re constantly getting into it? I gotta move on from that.”
Rico drags his finger down my cheek to my chin before trapping it between his finger and thumb. “You ain’t gotta move on from shit if you don’t want to, Snow. I was moving foul as fuck, and that shit has consequences. It is what it is.”
“So, what? We’re supposed to just argue and go back and forth forever? That’s toxic, Rico.”
“I’on think so.”
“Well, I know so!” I whisper harshly. “What if… what if we argue so much we cross the line? Say something too fucked up. It’s not healthy to be fussing and fighting and going through phones. What if one day, you wake up and decide you want someone who trusts you and gives you peace?”
Rico holds my gaze, before rearranging us again until he’s sitting up and I’m straddling him. He has a pensive look on his face, and I know he’s thinking of what to say to best get his point across.
My Rico… every day he’s trying to speak his mind instead of shutting down. His hands go to the creases of my thighs and rest there.
“Snow… us fighting means we’re still in this together.
It means you haven’t given up on us. I spent years without hearing you fuss at me.
Years of silence and ‘peace.’ I'm cool on that. I would rather be into it with you every day than have peace with someone else. Besides, it’s cute when you get to lying about how you don’t belong to me.
And it’s fun reminding you that you’re exactly where you want to be, like I am.
Yeah, we be talking shit. But be real; are you tired of that shit?
You really think we the type of people to wanna stop talking shit about a muthafucka? ”
I snort, laughing fully when he grins at me. His dimples are deep like Set’s, but he rarely smiles long or hard enough for them to show. I dip my pinky in one and shake my head. “No… I’m sure both of our lasts words will be some mess.”
“‘Zactly, bae. And if I’m being foreal, I was lying earlier. I know we toxic as fuck. But a long time ago, I told you that I’m rockin’ and you rollin’. Either one of us cross a line, the other going right over that muthafucka, too.”
“Promise?” I ask, snaking my arms around his neck.
He nods enthusiastically. “What you want me to put it on so you know it’s the real deal? My mama? The set? Fredo? I put that on my brother, Snow. No matter how many times yo duck ass say you not mine, you belong to me, and I’m never letting you go. And I’m never gon’ let you let me go either.”
I can’t wait any longer. I capture his lips, desire building from my toes, making me hot all over.
“Put that dirty ass dick in me,” I whisper, kissing him through his laughs. I’m feeling high, the way I feel whenever Rico’s vulnerability shows.
My man, that's not my man. My soulmate.
He squeezes my ass through my dress and bites my lower lip. “You can wait until we get to the crib.”
“I can’t,” I whine. “I need… I need…”
I pull back slowly. My stomach dips, and my heart starts beating faster and faster. All the lust clears from Rico’s face, as he sits up and his eyebrows pull.
“Snow?”
His voice sounds distorted. I open my mouth to tell him I feel weird as shit, but my eyes roll back, and I start freefalling into a bottomless pit.
The last thing I hear is him calling my name, over and over, before darkness.