Chapter 11 #2
Dy had nothing to worry about as far as LaShontae and I were concerned, but I knew LaShontae painted a picture totally different than I did when they ran into each other. When Dylan asked me about her in New York, I brushed our relationship off like it was ancient history.
At the very least, I knew LaShontae informed Dy that our relationship was much more recent than I alluded to. The worst-case scenario would be that LaShontae made it seem like we were still together. Either way, it was now on me to fix what I broke.
“Doll—”
She put a hand up to stop me.
“She said that you two are together. Like, . . . right now. I didn’t necessarily believe that, but a quick scroll on her social media let me know that she wasn’t just your high school sweetheart.”
I dropped my head. Social media wasn’t my thing, so I didn’t check it often, but I knew LaShontae loved putting me on her page.
There was no telling what my Doll saw on there.
Deciding that honesty was my best bet, I sighed and took Dy’s hands into mine.
The fact that she didn’t pull away gave me a little hope.
“I wasn’t lying about our relationship being over, but it was much more recent than I made it seem.
I’on know why the hell I did that, man. I was enjoyin’ being in your presence again after all these years, so when you brought her up, I didn’t want to say anything that killed our vibe.
I apologize for not being straight up about my relationship with that girl. I should have told you.”
She licked her lips and looked away briefly. Her voice was soft when she said, “Yeah, you should have.”
“With that said, though, I don’t want you getting anything in your head about where I am with her.
Or where I am with you. I wasn’t hiding my history with LaShontae to spare her feelings or no shit like that.
It wasn’t about her at all. I was tryna protect what we’re building.
I realize I went about doing that in a fucked-up way. ”
Her bottom lip was now tucked between her teeth, and she was avoiding my gaze altogether.
She said nothing, so I kept going.
“I don’t know what’s on her social media, but I am not with her, Dy. I haven’t been for months. Whatever I had with her isn’t even in the same universe as what I feel for you.”
Her shoulders relaxed a little when I said that. It took her a minute, but she finally spoke again. “I’m not gonna be out here looking or acting stupid because of you, Brixton.”
“You’re the smartest person I know, Dy, so none of that is even possible. I realize how my leaving things out where LaShontae was concerned feels like I lied to you and may be trying to play you. I apologize for that, but that’s not what’s going on here. I love you. I want you. Period.”
Minutes passed.
Then, slowly, she nodded. “Okay.”
That was all I needed.
A couple of hours later, we were back at my crib.
I let her step inside first before I entered and tossed my keys on the table. As I expected, Dy took her shoes off, placed them neatly by the entrance, then headed straight to my living room. I followed slowly behind her as she approached the glass door that led to the balcony and slid it open.
I had found her out there many times since she had been chilling at my crib. After our talk during dinner, she said we were letting the LaShontae thing go, but she hadn’t talked much during the ride home, and something told me she would be going to the balcony to try and escape me.
Too bad I wasn’t going for that.
In an effort to give her a few moments to herself, I took my time following her outside. Once I made it behind her, though, I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in the crook of her neck. I pressed my lips against it and smiled when I felt her body relax.
“Doll,” I said, inhaling her scent.
“Yes?” she asked softly. I loved the sound of her voice so much.
“Are we good?”
She didn’t respond right away, and I wasn’t a fan of her silence, so I turned her around in my arms. She avoided my eyes, but I gripped her chin gently, prompting her to look at me.
“I meant what I said at dinner, baby. I apologize about not tellin’ you the full story about ole girl, but I’m not thinkin’ about her or any other woman who ain’t you. I love you more than a lil bit. I’m not lettin’ up on you for anything or anybody.”
Her eyes pierced mine for the longest time. Then, finally, she smiled.
“We’re good, Brick.”
I chuckled as she rose on her toes with puckered lips. Without hesitation, I lowered my head and kissed my girl. Dy wasted no time slipping her tongue between my lips as a moan escaped her throat. Our kiss was slow, deep, and instantly cleared up any lingering static between us.
Dylan’s fingers curled into my shirt, and I pulled her closer to me, before backing us into the house. I guided her toward my sofa, and we sank into it together with our arms around each other and our mouths moving in sync.
Repositioning her body so that she was straddling me, Dy placed both hands on my chest and pushed until I was lying down. Looking more vulnerable than I had ever seen her, she tugged at her lip as she gazed at me. Staring right back, I asked her, “What’s wrong, baby?”
Shaking her head, she released her lip. “I just . . . love you, too.”
She looked away as soon as she said it, and her shyness in that moment made me smile. I had been making my love for Dy clear since the day we reconnected, and I knew she loved me, too, but this was the first time she had said it. I couldn’t lie; it had me a lil hype.
“Come here.”
I slipped a hand under her sweater and used the other to guide her upper body closer to mine. Tracing the warm skin of her stomach and chest, I kissed the hollow of her throat, and her breath hitched.
Placing my mouth against her ear, I said, “Say that again, Doll,” before I licked her ear.
Shivering, she let out a breathy sigh. “I love you,” she whispered.
That right there was enough for me. I lifted my head and claimed her lips again, trying like hell to convey just how deep my feelings for her went in our kiss.
Vulnerability wasn’t her strength, so I needed her to know that loving me— trusting me —wasn’t something I took lightly.
“Brick.” She whispered my name between kisses, and the sound was enough to undo me right then. My hands slid down her waist, and I thrust myself up against her, wanting her to feel my desire for her.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she rolled her hips again, more deliberately this time, so that she was pressed down against me.
“Take this off,” I said, already pulling her sweater over her head.
I tossed it aside, revealing the cream lace of her bra.
I brushed over her breast with one hand and unhooked the back of it with the other.
Once she was completely undressed from the waist up, I thumbed her nipples until they pebbled underneath my fingers.
I pulled her closer and kissed her deeply as my hands roamed over her bare skin.
I felt her hands exploring, too, until they made it to the waistband of my pants.
Shaking my head, I gently lifted her from my lap, standing with her in my arms before lowering her onto the sofa.
She looked up at me, breathing heavily. Her eyes were searching mine.
“You good, Doll?” I asked, stroking a thumb against her cheek. She nodded.
I smirked and pressed another kiss to her lips before trailing down her jaw, across her throat, and down to the soft skin just above her collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I said before kissing the swell of her breast. I let my tongue circle her nipple until she trembled, and her hands gripped the back of my head.
She moaned as I continued exploring lower. She arched into me, prompting me to smile against her skin before I planted kisses down her stomach and across her hips, until I was on my knees in front of her, spreading her thighs with my hands.
Her voice shook as she called my name. “Brick . . .”
I kissed her inner thigh. “Relax. I got you, baby.”
Annoyed that her little skirt had shorts attached to it, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of it and her panties, and slid them down her legs, leaving her bare and open in front of me.
For a minute, I just admired the beauty that was her anatomy. Her chest rose and fell heavily, both sets of her lips were parted, and her eyes were on me, with nervousness and hunger swirling in them.
I could feel her anticipation as I observed every inch of her, and when my eyes made it back to her center, I leaned in and kissed her other thigh before allowing my tongue to slide across her folds slowly.
“Oh my—” She gasped, and her hips jerked.
I smirked and lifted one hand to hold her steady as I continued, licking and sucking gently. I took my time tasting her, taking note of the way her body responded to every flick and swirl.
Her reactions were all over the place—one minute she was whispering gibberish, and the next she was screaming while squeezing my shoulders. I was taking a lot of pleasure in learning what pleased my woman.
“Brick.” She whimpered, breathless, as her head fell back against the cushion.
“Wassup, Doll?” I asked before diving back in.
Instead of responding, she let out a sigh as my tongue focused on her clit. I drew small circles before sucking it gently. I listened to the way her moans grew louder, and her legs began to vibrate around me.
I knew she was close when her thighs clenched around my head, and her body began to shudder. She was clearly trying to hold on, with her breath catching with every stroke of my tongue.
“Gone ’head and let go, baby,” I whispered against her. I locked eyes with her as I sucked her clit again, adding pressure that I knew would send her over the edge.
She let out a loud cry as her back arched and her body convulsed. She ground her hips against my mouth as she rode out her climax, and I was right there to catch it all.