She pulled back. “What?” She frowned because she knew he wasn’t talking about what she thought he was talking about.
“I need you to take a couple tests...”
Charlie grabbed a pillow and knocked him upside his big-ass head. “Fuck you, Demi,” she scoffed as she climbed from the bed.
“Shouldn’t be a problem unless it’s a problem,” he said, sitting up, and leaning lazily against the headboard. “Come lay down. I don’t want no smoke. It’s necessary, though.”
“Nigga, we’ve fucked already. Raw. Twice! And if we counting rounds, you already got whatever it is you think I have, asshole!”
“I ain’t accusing you, but can you blame me? You let niggas slide on the first night, Bird. I’m just being...”
“A jerk,” she finished for him, as she walked into the bathroom. Charlie snatched up her torn clothes. She couldn’t even storm out on him because he had destroyed her clothes and stolen her keys.
Charlie sat on the toilet, her leg bouncing as she tapped pretty, black-painted toes on the tile floor. The knock at the door pissed her off.
“Go away, Demitrius!” she said. He pulled the sliding barnyard door open anyway and Charlie sent the blow dryer flying at him. He dodged it and then looked behind him in shock before turning his stare on her. An extra roll of toilet paper hit him in the face and Demi closed his eyes, blowing out a sharp breath to stop himself from fucking her up.
“I said get out,” she said.
“How old am I, Bird?” he asked.
She crossed her arms and avoided his tense stare. She didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer because she didn’t know.
“What I like to eat? Who I be with? Where did I go to school?” he asked.
Silence.
“You don’t know. We blew by all that shit. So when I ask you about the history of your pussy, baby, I ain’t trying to insult you,” he said. “Some shit a nigga can’t just speed past. The way that pussy call my name, Bird, I got to taste it. I want to eat your pussy all night. Go to sleep and wake up and eat it again, but I can’t skip that shit. The tests. I never have. Except with you.”
She hated that she semi understood.
“How old are you, Demi?” she asked.
“Thirty-three,” he said.
Her brows lifted. “I’m 24, Demi,” she said.
“That’s a problem for you?” he asked.
“What you want with a girl that’s almost ten years younger than you? You want to fuck up my head?” she asked.
“I ain’t here for none of that,” he replied. “Come’re, baby.”
She stood and walked to him. Still mad. Still embarrassed.
“You my baby?” he asked. She nodded, blushing as she stood on her tiptoes. His hand gripped her. She was so petite his fingers curved into the most intimate of places. “Young-ass. This shit gon’ be a problem.”
She nodded. “I’m not the young chick that you got an advantage over. I’m the one that’ll wear you out. Fair warning,” she said.
“Say, man,” he said, chuckling. “My dick said that’s facts.”
She laughed as they swayed from side to side. They were the vision of a couple who truly enjoyed one another.
“Say you my baby, Bird.” He stared down at her, stern gaze penetrating her mad soul.
“I’m your baby,” she answered.
He crouched some to scoop her and then carried her back into the room, placing his lips to her neck. Charlie giggled. “I love you, Bird.” Caking-ass nigga. Demi finally understood how niggas went soft around their women. Lauren hadn’t been able to pull this from him. Charlie, on the other hand. Goo. She turned his big, rough-ass to goo.
