Caleb let out a low whistle. “Yeah, I knew you had that look on your face. That Niko about to burn the whole damn city down look.”
I smirked and sat on the bench, letting the last of the adrenaline drain from my shoulders. Caleb shook his head.
“Bro, you definitely need a break.”
“A break ain’t fixing this shit man,” I muttered.
“A break from him and the business, man,” he countered. “Get the hell outta Atlanta for a minute. Reset your head.”
I wiped my face with the towel. “Ain’t nowhere to go that’s peaceful.”
“That’s where you wrong,” he said. “Remember that Winter Haven retreat I mentioned? Mountain cabins, bad bitches, snow everywhere and Nobody blowing up your phone unless you wantthem to. No pops breathing down your neck with that Frost legacy shit. Did I mention the bad bitches?”
I chuckled, not responding right away. I could still hear my father’s voice in my head. The bullshit manipulation and the mention of my sister
Caleb watched my face shift. “See? You need that shit. You get… different around the holidays.”
I looked at him, ready to deny it, but the truth was evident. “Yeah. I know.”
“A week away ain’t gon’ fix the world,” he said. “But it might keep you from choking a muthafucka before New Year’s.”
I exhaled through my nose, tension easing just a little even though I didn’t want it to. Caleb nodded at my reaction.
“That’s all I’m saying. Go. Get your mind right.”
“I’ll think about it,” I said, grabbing my bag.
“Cap,” he called. “You already halfway packed in your head.”
“Shut your ass up,” I said, pushing the door open.
“Let me know, nigga!” he yelled after me.
The cold hit hard the second I stepped outside. I climbed into my Escalade, shut the door, and cranked the engine. My hands stayed on the wheel while everything in my chest settled. My thoughts drifted where they always went this time of year.Nikole.She was twelve years old, loud as hell, and always smiling even when she could barely sit up. She used to stack pillows behind her back and force me to sit through those corny Christmas movies she loved because she said it helped her forget about the pain. I’d talk shit and complain, but I stayed because she needed me there. Then Christmas Eve came, and she didn’t open her eyes again. Leukemia took away my better half… my twin sister.
I could still feel her hand going still in mine and hearing the silence after her heart stopped. I still remember the pain of feeling my heartbreak and wishing I could take her place. Thatguilt never left. Every December with people celebrating felt wrong… being here felt wrong. She loved this time of year and couldn’t even be here to enjoy. Guilt consumed me for breathing through a season she never got to grow into.
The holidays hadn’t been the same since she died. The music, the lights, the decorations… all that shit irritated me. People were out there celebrating while I sat with memories of watching my sister in her last days on this earth. Shit still hurt like hell to this day. I sat there letting the heat hit me full force, but all it did was warm my skin. It couldn’t reach the part of me that froze years ago. The gym loosened my muscles, but not the shit sitting behind my ribs. I unlocked my phone and scrolled straight to Candace’s number. She knew how to shut up and follow instructions when I told her ass to bend over, and tonight, I needed a nut to release in the worse way.
Me: Pull up to my crib and have that mouth ready since you wanna run it so much at work.
I tossed the phone on the passenger seat and started the engine. The drive home felt smoother than the day had been, and for a brief second, I wondered if Caleb had a point. Maybe disappearing for a week wasn’t the worst idea in the world.
I sat back facing a blunt as Candace twirled her tongue around the tip of my dick. Shit felt so good it had me squeezing my damn ass cheeks together. Candace had good pussy, no doubt, but I could nut off her mouth alone, and that said a lot for any woman.
“Mhmm…” she hummed as she pushed my dick past her tonsils and let it tap the back of her throat.
“Fuck, girl.” I reached over, set the blunt in the ashtray, and exhaled. I had only called her over to suck me up, but the mood shifted and now I wanted to feel some pussy before I closed my eyes. I let her slob my shit a few seconds longer before pushing her off.
“Come sit on this big muthafucka. And you betta take all that shit too.”
She smirked, wiping the spit from her chin. I handed her the Magnum sitting on the coffee table and watched her roll it on, eyeing every move to make sure she ain’t puncture that shit. A nigga could never be too careful with women these days, and I’ll be damned if I end up being somebody’s big payday. After securing the condom, she turned her back toward me, slid her thong to the side, and eased down my thick pole. Her pussy was snug and already gushing all over my lap. I grabbed her waist and shoved her down farther until my dick disappeared inside her.
“Ohhh shit, Niko… it’s in my stooomach,” she whined out, already irritating me.
“Girl, shut the fuck up and take this dick. You was damn near begging me to fuck you earlier, but now you whining? I need to call up another bitch?” I grabbed her hips and started guiding her up and down, making sure to pull out to the tip before slamming back in. I sped up, drilling into her as she screamed out.
“Nooo, baby… I can take it?—”
