Chapter 6
Aimlessly, I wandered around the grocery store.
I couldn’t get Wicked out of my mind. A part of me was glad I hadn’t seen or heard from him over the last two days, but the other part of me wanted him to chase me .
. . even if all I was going to do was push him away.
It was toxic as hell on my part, and I didn’t usually play games.
However, my mind knew I needed to stay away from Wicked while my heart, and my body, yearned for him.
By the time I made it to the frozen section, I’d put so much random stuff in my basket.
Shaking my head, I chuckled and decided to get it all.
Even if I didn’t eat it any time soon, I’d likely binge on it after eating a gummy or smoking.
My feet stopped moving, and I felt chills cover my arms. Even without me looking back, I knew Wicked was near.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled a deep breath.
Slowly, I turned, and sure enough, there he was.
His hair, which hung past his armpits, looked like it had been freshly plaited.
The small braids were pulled up into a man bun that made him look even sexier.
I loved a dark-skinned man in white, and now was no different.
The white T-shirt that stretched across his frame was simple in design, but it made him look good as fuck.
As happy as I was to see him, I couldn’t help myself from asking . . .
“Are you stalking me?”
“Not necessarily,” he answered, stepping in my direction. “I will be watching you to make sure you’re safe. Plus, you’re mine, and I’m not giving up on us.”
Inhaling his fresh, woody, citrusy scent, I took a step back. A fine man who smelled good was my weakness, and whatever cologne Wicked had on smelled so sensual.
“I’ve been warned to stay away from you,” I admitted. “I’m not even supposed to be talking to you.”
“Says who? Chris?”
I didn’t want to agree or deny, so instead, I said, “People say you’re dangerous and that being attached to you would put me in the path of The Outlaws.”
“I don’t give a fuck what people say,” he made clear, taking another step in my direction. “I care about what you say. How you feel. What you want.”
“Even if I wanted to pursue something between us, you literally just got out of prison. Don’t you need to have a ho phase to get that shit out of your system? What man does a decade and then wants to commit to one woman?”
Wicked chuckled as he ran his fingers down the corners of his mouth.
“A man who craved one woman for over a decade.” When his hand wrapped around my neck and tilted my head by my chin, a low moan escaped me.
“A man who has discipline and self-respect. A man who has never been overpowered by pussy. A man who’s had you in his vision since he was fifteen.
” My eyes closed as I wrapped my hand around his wrist. “I won’t lie and suggest I haven’t had sex with other women in the last ten years, but what I am saying is I want you—now and forever—and no one else but you. ”
My eyes fluttered as I swallowed hard. “You’re gonna be hard to reject,” I admitted breathlessly. “Not sure if I even want to.”
“Good.” When his thumb stroked my lips, I couldn’t stop myself from licking it.
As he pulled away, I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth.
“I’ll give you space to figure out your conflicting feelings, but I’ll never be too far away.
When you’re ready, I’m yours. Until then, don’t forget you’re mine. ”
Speechless, all I could do was nod. “I’ma pay for your groceries and make sure you get home safely,” he continued, “and don’t fuck around with no other niggas while you’re figuring shit out. I done killed for you before, so you know I’ll do it again.”
My mouth dropped open before I grinned, watching his crazy ass walk away. That should have been a red flag that made me want to leave him alone. Instead, it turned me on and reminded me of two things: one, I would always be safe with him, and two, Wicked never played about me.
As I finished my shopping, he gave me my space. I didn’t see him again until I made my way to the front of the store. At the sight of me, he came over and paid for my groceries like he said. As he put the items in my trunk, he asked, “Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?”
“Um, no.”
“Do you want to?”
With a shrug, I smiled. “It’s on my bucket list.”
He gave me that wicked smile. “Good. I wanna show you something.” I nodded and walked to the driver’s side of the car.
Wicked opened it, and I got inside. I started the car while he did something on his phone.
He lowered it toward my face, showing me a black motorcycle with blue that was almost the same shade of my car.
I loved that it was a BMW, but I had no idea what he was showing me for.
“You like it?” he asked, putting his phone back in his pocket.
“Yeah, it’s cute.”
He chuckled. “Aight, bet. I’ma buy it for you.”
“What? Wicked, I don’t know how to ride a motorcycle. I thought you meant like sitting behind you on one.”
He laughed again. “I am, and you will, but I want you to have your own too . . . if you want to learn how to ride.”
“Hmm. Is it hard to learn?”
His mouth twisted to the side as he considered my question. “It might be a little difficult for you at first, I won’t lie, but once you get the balance and coordination of it out of the way, it’s pretty easy. I won’t let you ride alone until you’re ready. You’re safe with me always, in all ways.”
I thought about it for a while before smiling and nodding. “Okay, then yes, but don’t buy it yet. At least take me on a date first before you start investing money in me.”
Lowering himself with a smile, Wicked gave me a sweet yet tender kiss on my cheek. “All gas, bae. No brakes. Let’s go.”
Without waiting for me to respond, Wicked closed the door and sauntered over to his red and black bike.
It was sexy and fit him, no surprise there.
I waited until he’d started it and put his helmet on to pull out of my parking space.
As he said he would, Wicked followed me home.
I was a little bummed when he didn’t stay, but I was glad he respected my space.
This man was driving me crazy already, and he hadn’t even been back in my life for a full week.