After snorting embarrassingly loud, Symphony clamped her mouth shut. When she was done laughing, she pushed out a deep sigh. “I’m real close to telling you to get away from me.”
The tattoo took two hours, but Symphony was in love with it. There was one large, colorful butterfly surrounded by three flowers. The tattoo artist was one of the best, and she couldn’t stop admiring the work of art. Block’s tattoo was going to take around two hours as well, so she got comfortable on the futon in the studio. She wanted to walk two doors down and grab them something to eat, but Block didn’t want her to go alone. He literally paid Door dash to bring them food they were three minutes away from. Symphony and Block tossed back shots with the tattoo artist, and the entire session was a vibe. They had one more full day in Chicago, and she was dreading leaving already. Symphony loved her job. She loved her home and as stressful as they were, she loved her family. But it felt so good to be away from it all.
When they were done getting their tattoos, they went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. Symphony wanted to go wherever there was good food. They had hit a few hood spots but for dinner this night, they were going to a very classy establishment. Block wanted to go shopping before they went home, and Symphony was in heaven.
“How is your brother doing?” she randomly asked him in the Uber on the way to the restaurant.
Block kissed his teeth. “That little nigga bad as hell. I haven’t spoken to him in a few days. He got suspended for ten days for smoking weed in the bathroom.”
“You weren’t a bad kid?” she inquired with raised brows making Block look over at her.
“What does that have to do with him?”
“Well, pot, it means why are you calling the kettle black when you were bad too?”
“I had the good sense not to get in trouble in school like that. If anything, I got in trouble for skipping, but my pops didn’t play that getting called down to the school shit. That would have been a sure-fire way for him to put his foot in my ass.”
“I get it, and I can’t tell you what to do, but maybe he’s having a hard time with something. My mother and I love Mason and give him everything he needs, but we know he misses his mother. No matter what we tell him, what we buy him, or how many fun things we do with him at the end of the day, he wants his mother around.”
“I get that. But there’s nothing that can be done about my father’s absence. I’ve spent the last eleven years being a father figure for Mario. My other brothers have always been there too. My dad calls Mario three to four times a week. He sends him emails. I mean, shit, I don’t know what else to do. Nigga can’t throw his life away because he misses his pops.”
“I agree. I’m not even telling you to be easy on him. Just don’t give up on him. He’s a kid. They don’t process things the way we do.”
“You don’t even like the ignorant nigga,” he replied making Symphony’s jaw slack as her eyes widened. “I’m fucking with you,” he chuckled while observing the look of horror on her face.
Symphony closed her mouth and hit him playfully on the arm. “That was so not funny.”
Dinner was delicious and solidified for Symphony that if she lived in Chicago, she’d be three hundred pounds. After a quick change of her shoes, the pair ended up on a small boat on The Chicago River Walk. Every moment with Block had felt surreal. Dating a drug dealer had never even crossed Symphony’s mind. The idea sounded absurd, but that was why her grandmother told her to never say never. At that point, she didn’t care what he did for a living. As long as he had a job, and she didn’t have to provide for him. Symphony felt she was teetering on dangerous territory when she didn’t even care what the man did for a living, but there was no need to lie to herself. She didn’t.
“When we get back to Diamond Cove, you should let me do something nice for you. How about I cook your favorite meal?”
“You know how to cook a good steak? ‘Cus my favorite food is steak, and I fucks up a loaded baked potato.”
“I absolutely can. We’ll set a date when we get back. I know once we return, we’ll both be pretty busy for the first few days at least.”
That was the main reason Block liked women with some business about themselves. A woman with her own shit to handle wouldn’t want to be up under him all day every day. That wasn’t something Block possessed the patience for. When the boat ride ended, Symphony and Block went back to the hotel, took shots, and showered. Block showered first. Once Symphony showered, she put a robe on, and stood at the sink to do her skincare routine. Block entered the bathroom to pee, and the smell of her bodywash infiltrated his nostrils. Knowing she was fresh out of the shower and with tequila running through his veins, his dick bricked up immediately. He didn’t even want to wait for her to be done in the bathroom.
Block pushed her short robe up so that Symphony’s ass cheeks were exposed. Bending down, he bit one then the other. Gently, he began to massage her behind and when his fingergrazed her swollen bud, she bit her bottom lip. Symphony’s lids became heavy when Block probed her slit with his tongue. Opening her legs wider, she gripped the edge of the counter. Symphony’s head rolled back as Block sucked and slurped on her like she was melting. He had his entire face in her pussy while her moans filled the bathroom. When Block circled his tongue over her asshole it sent shock waves through her core.
Her jaw slacked, but no sound came out of Symphony’s mouth as her pussy spasmed controllably damn near drowning Block. Symphony slapped the counter with her hand and closed her eyes as she erupted. She didn’t have to make a sound for Block to know that she was at her peak. Her essence coated his tongue, and he moaned as he lapped it up.
Standing, he eyed her reflection in the mirror as he pushed down his boxer briefs. As they stared at one another, he pushed into her from behind, and her low lids threatened to stop the eye contact. Block’s large hand gripped her throat as he pumped in and out of her. They watched one another intensely until she couldn’t take it anymore and closed her eyes.
“This my pussy?” he spoke into her ear as her head rested on his chest.
“Yes baby.” Symphony moaned her response.
Block pulled out her making her lids part. He removed Symphony’s bathrobe, picked her up, and pinned her against the wall. He slid his tongue into her mouth at the same time he stuffed his dick inside her honeypot. He stroked her through a passionate kiss. The sounds of muffled moans mingled with the sound of their bodies smacking against one another.
“You know this is your dick, right?” he spoke against her lips.
“Is it?”
“As of today, fuck yes it is.”
That was all she needed to hear. Symphony didn’t care who came before her and if she had it her way, no one would come after her.
Averi’s mother entered the spare bedroom in her apartment that her daughter was occupying. “Did you get up for your meeting?” Belinda hated seeing her daughter depressed. She was also concerned that Averi didn’t want to stay in her own apartment. After abruptly changing hospital rooms, she started to worry for her daughter’s safety. However, Averi wouldn’t share details about what happened when she was shot or why she was shot.
