Chapter 17
Erys leaned on the counter and watched his father relieve himself.
“Are you going to shake it for me too?” Ernie tiredly grumbled.
“Man, you woke me up.”
“’Cause you wasn’t playing in nothing gushy, figured you could help me out,” Ernie replied, looking at his son. “Nigga you look just like me. Don’t even see your momma in you.”
Erys chuckled. “You my pops, ain’t you? Why wouldn’t I look like you? I had this face all my damn life. Ma used to hate it when she was upset with you. ‘Get out my face lookin’ like your fuckin’ daddy’,” Erys mocked his late-mother.
Ernie’s smile spread over his face. “Your momma loved my dirty drawls. Mm mm mm, my Cherie Amor. You know, Remedy reminds me of her. Mean as hell on the outside once you get inside, soft as baby ass. Your momma was running from shit too. She never told me what it was in detail. I didn’t care either.
What I knew was that I had someone who looked at my fucked up ass like a king and I was going to give her everything.
Those type of women you can’t let down. Especially when they see you so big.
The minute you get small in their eyes, there’s nothing you can do to get it back. Nothing.”
“That’s what happened with you and mom?” Erys pressed.
Ernie groaned as he bumped his hip on the way to the sink to wash his hands. He stood there water off, hands under the faucet looking at Erys.
“What you looking at me for?” Erys asked with pinned brows.
“Wash my hands, nigga. What you in here for if you not going to be of service? Remedy wipes my face and rubs my back ‘til I go to sleep. Go get her. Clearly she ain’t busy rubbin’ on you,” Ernie quipped.
“I’m not washing your hands, old man. Wash them old ass bitch slappers and get your ass back in the bed,” Erys stated with laughter on his chords.
“I see how you skipped over getting rubbed on. Fuck is up with this slow burn shit?” Ernie asked. “The minute she would’ve slapped me, I would’ve tagged it, bagged it and moved her in. Her ass would be pregnant right now,” Ernie commented, hands still under the waterless faucet.
“Don’t worry about that. Wash your hands and get your ass back in bed before all this clownin’ you doing wakes her up,” Erys huffed, reaching to turn the faucet.
“Yeah ‘cause you know the minute she comes in here with me, I’m gon’ get my back rubbed, head rubbed, a forehead kiss. All the shit you ain’t getting,” Ernie shot back, washing his hands, drying them, and moving back into the bedroom. Put on some Foxxy Girl for me. Titties gon’ relax me.”
“You in here just ordering shit,” Erys replied, picking up the remote.
“Yeah, you good for it, Snipe,” Ernie called Erys’ military nickname. “You plan on telling her?”
“I’m going to get there. Get in the bed and don’t be in here fuckin’ up the sheets with your old ass sperm.”
“Fuck around and give you a sister or something. You lucky Remedy is too mean for my ass,” Ernie groaned, tucking himself back in. “Woulda been your step momma walking around my shit in heels with her ass out.”
“In your dreams, old man. Go to sleep,” Erys spoke, gently tapping his father’s foot and walking out of the room.
It was almost four in the morning and he was up.
Not wholly because Ernie was up, his body was still in Fort Wraith mode.
Longing for the day that he could sleep in without laying in the bed staring at the ceiling listening to the sounds of the house.
Or attempt to out run the lifeless faces and souls he’d snatched from bodies.
Ironically, his body was positioned around Remedy’s until Ernie’s fumbling out of the bed to the bathroom.
His trek back to the room was interrupted by Remedy trying to tip toe out the room.
“So you think that you going back in that room is going to stop me from getting to you?” Erys’ rumble stopped her from the early morning getaway. “I thought we had an agreement.”
Remedy bit her lip and looked up at him. “More like I fell apart and just went along with it. But I’m good now.”
She attempted to wiggle past him but was caught back in his hold, picked up and tossed over his shoulder. “Erys. Ernie might need me.”
“Ernie is watching titties and bushes. I need you.”
Remedy fought a quiet giggle. “I’m never sleeping alone again?”
“Never sleeping alone again,” he answered, laying her down. “You were knocked out when I walked out of here. Why you up?”
She was pinned underneath him, dressed in nothing but his t-shirt and Erys let her go throughout the night untouched. Remedy wiggled into her comfortability underneath him. “I got cold. Figured if I was going to be cold, I could be in my own bed.”
Erys studied her face. “The real reason.”
“Bad dream,” she shared. “Stupid shit.”
The only light in the room came from the bathroom, allowing Erys an uninterrupted view of the faint scars above her eyebrow and the top of her lip. Fury ran through his veins. The last time he felt like this was behind his mother. Feeling this for Remedy was a welcomed unfamiliarity.
“They happen every night?”
“Most nights,” her reply was soft.
Erys buzzed. A slight touch of the scar above her lip caused her to stir underneath him.
He’d purposely positioned his body to feel her heat and vice versa.
Erys spent his adult life up until this moment locking away the longing of holding space with and for someone.
A man of his profession didn’t have space or time to do this.
To live freely. To love freely – dare he say it. Hadn’t ever seen it like this either.
“Why you looking at me like that?” she asked, a slight frown blocking the view of her features. “You can barely see me.”
Soft, balanced, almond-shaped upturned eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, the bottom one his favorite.
“I see you, Rem,” he replied, wrapping his arm around her so he could roll over. “Tell me how I can make it better.”
“Let me go back across the hall. Is that an option?” she quizzed, whatever wall she was trying to erect crumbling under his touch. Remedy placed her palms on his chest to steady herself.
“Nah. Tell me,” he urged, his hands pushing up her thighs.
Remedy rolled her eyes. “If you’re going to do it, just do it.”
“Not without direction. I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me what you want. What you like. How the shit makes you feel. I want all of it.”
“Mm,” Remedy hummed, her heat turning up with his subtle massage of her thighs. “Am I going to get the same thing. Or no?”
“I’ve never opened up for nobody,” Erys admitted.
“So you want me open and stupid behind you but you’re not going to do the same? I can’t subscribe to that,” Remedy replied. “I’ve heard the stories about niggas fuckin’ women through mattresses and then letting them take the charge. I don’t wanna be that.”
“What do you want to be?” Erys asked, his hands moving to her waist.
“Not stupid,” Remedy said.
“I don’t see that happening,” Erys replied.
Remedy swayed her head. “Erys, you have to know a few things. You’re the first one I let in since being out. You hit this spot over and over and over and I feel like if I keep letting you do that, I’m going to be stupid and silly behind you.”
“Since we sharing,” Erys breathed, sitting up and running his hands up her back. “That squeeze shit you did to me. I feel that shit in my sleep. You know how dangerous that is? You think I’m not going to be silly and psycho behind you?”
“I think you’re already a psycho. I see that glint in your eyes.” Remedy moved her hands to his neck pulling his dog tags out and tangling her fingers in them. “I’ve heard the rumors too. So we’re going to be crazy together or not? Tell me now.”
“How many different ways do you need to hear it?” Erys posed.
“In every way. I need to hear it. To feel it. I need it to be louder than my overthinking. I’m a lot. I need to know you’re okay with that,” Remedy shared.
“I like that shit. That mouth. You don’t have to be hard here though.”
Remedy softly sassed, trying to move off of him. “So I give you my sad girl origin story and you hold me hostage?”
“I’ll forever find it amazing how you can talk that shit in any situation,” Erys said with subtle laughter. “You asked to be held and not be alone. You got it. Keep your fine ass still.”
“I’m not upset anymore and I need to get out of your bed before…”
“Before what?”
Remedy huffed and he just knew she rolled her eyes. “Before I’m filled up with your dick again.”
“What’s wrong with being filled up with my dick? You liked it,” he quipped, leaning up.
“Yeah, too much,” she grumbled against his lips.
“Think that’s what you want,” Erys hummed, his fingers dancing between her thighs.
She moaned softly. “You don’t know nothing.”
“Know that pussy hot as fuck and she likes me,” Erys teased, parting her lips with his fingers and gliding them over her wetness. “Yeah, she likes me. Got a feeling she liked me from rip.”
“Mmm,” Remedy shuttered. “I think your delusional.”
Erys laughed quietly against her lips. “I need to hear how good this shit is to you.”
“I need you to tell me how good this shit is. Can you do that?”
Erys flipped her back over, capturing her lips in his. “Yeah. Say it, I’ll do it.”
Remedy grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Tossing it, she kissed him, Erys welcomed the invitation to her freedom. “Eat it. Good.”
Erys smirked, pushing her shirt up. Remedy pulled it off and tossed it wherever she tossed his.
His mouth found its way back to her lips, entangling himself in a deep kiss.
The weight of her was lighter and the lust she held for him was allowed to flow freely.
Erys moved with precision from her mouth to her neck, her breasts, down her stomach and parted her thighs.
“You beautiful. You know that?” Erys mused.
“All over or just my pussy?” Remedy moaned.
He nipped her inner thigh, eliciting a soft yelp from her mouth. “Act like you know it. All over. Hold that shit open so I can see it.”
Remedy reached between them, parting her lips for Erys’ viewing pleasure. The short layer of hair parted, exposing the silky bubblegum gushiness. Had he been standing, the sight of her would’ve made his knees weak.
Hooking her thighs, Erys’ dived into her center with a thrust. She’d been the missing link. The thing he needed to regulate himself and feel the beauty of life. Her softness, safe to appear, ushered him into another realm she could manage.
“Mmmhmm,” Remedy moaned, allowing herself to sink into the mattress under him. “That’s it.”
The encouragement balanced with her moans made Erys fall in the abyss of pleasing her. There was nothing he wanted more than to be drenched in her nectar as she fell apart for him. Remedy’s tiny manicured-hands roamed from the back of his head to her breasts and into her pinned hair.
Erys caught her eyes down casted on him, watching how he devoured her. Clit sucked just right, his fingers at the perfect hook, her legs draped over his shoulders. Every gasp, pant, moan and soft yessss pushed his face deeper into her center.
“What you doin’, Erys?” she asked, not needing an answer. Her hand slipped under his soaked chin, pulling him upward. She flicked her tongue over his lips. The second time, longer, closer before it turned into a sloppy kiss.
“Putting my name on that shit,” he muttered against her lips. “Marking my kill.”
“You ain’t marked it right,” Remedy hummed, reaching into his shorts and freeing him. “Mark it, nigga, you big and bad.”
“That fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned, diving into her depths. One power stroke snatching her breath.
“Fuuuhhhccckkk,” Remedy gasped, holding onto his biceps.
Erys pulled out and did it again and again, making Remedy’s pussy gush over him. In her ear, he groaned, “This is my fuckin’ kill. Hear me?”
“Yesss,” she whined, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Erys grinded into and out of her, picking up her legs and pushing them above her head toward the headboard. “I can’t hear you.”
“I-,” she breathed a moan so beautiful he felt himself slipping. “Erys…you…so good.”
“You too, baby,” he moaned into her ear. “You’re fuckin’ mine. Hear me?”
Remedy grabbed his dog tags and pulled him down, sending him deeper into her depths. “I- mmm. I can’t.”
“You can,” he coached. “Take that dick like you a good girl, Remedy.”
“I-I’m not good, Erys. I’m bad,” Remedy moaned, her yoni squeezing his throbbing dick the way he liked. That was going to make him kill anything that stood against her.
“You bad?” he teased, stroking her so good there was a mess between them.
Remedy used all the strength she had before he made her tap out and flipped him over. Ass bouncing, hips swirling, walls squeezing him, Remedy looked him in the face and smirked. “You tell me.”
His hands found her breast, his lip nipped, watching her ride him like a beat. “Badder than a muhfucka. Ride your shit.”
“Oh, you want me to claim this?” Remedy purred, smirking before throwing her head back.
“Cover that baby.”
Erys felt himself inching toward the edge and his control slipping. Remedy was going to be the only person in life to unnerve him. And when she did, she was going to stand there with that beautiful smile on her face as she watched him turn into everything she needed him to be. The same for her.
He turned her over, ass up, strawberry-shaped birthmark earning its lick and nip. “Got me kissing your ass.”
“Don’t stop doing it,” she moaned.
Erys dragged his tongue over her cheeks, between her crack and slurped up the essence coming from her swollen center. “She throbbing. Shit is perfect.”
“Come back inside. I want to feel all of you,” Remedy purred. “Dive in.”
“Hold on,” Erys grunted, smacking her ass, gripping her hips and diving back in.
“Shiiitttt,” Remedy slurred.
Erys nipped his lip. “Throw that pretty ass back, let me see it smile at me.”
Holding onto the bed sheets, Remedy threw it back, twerked, grinded, and pressed her ass against him. Every stroke sheens of her covered him. Erys pumped until the evidence of her ownership of him turned the sheen into a milky coat.
Remedy shivered and Erys groaned.
“Look at that shit,” he shuddered.
Erys watched her fuck him back until every spurt of his seed was drained from him. He dropped to his back and Remedy moved between his legs. In one suction, she pulled his dick into her mouth and sucked, licked and slurped until the evidence of their romp was nonexistent.
Spent, she dropped into the pillows behind him. “Is that enough or are you going to wake me up in a couple hours? Because I don’t mind.”
“Say less.”