Demi fucking erupted. The sound of her fuck sounds as she came all over her fingers made him explode.
She giggled and he groaned. He had never felt this much shame and behind that rested guilt, but damn it also felt fucking refreshing. Charlie was helium to his deflated existence. Air. Charlie was air.
“One second, Bird,” he said, setting down the phone as he pulled off his shirt to use it to clean himself up. The way he had spilled out, you would think he hadn’t had sex in months. It was just her. Charlie turned him the fuck on.
He picked the phone back up.
“Sex with you is amazing,” she said, blushing as she put a hand up to her red face, smiling in embarrassment.
“Is that what you call it?” he asked.
“Phone sex counts,” she replied. “I want to fuck you everywhere in every way, all the time,” Charlie said. “So be ready.”
It was the “be ready,” for him. He had to chuckle as he shook his head in amusement.
“A nigga always ready for that,” he answered.
This young-ass girl,he thought.
“Say, man,” Demi said, voice low as his eyes darted to the hallway. Charlie made him reckless.
“Say, man,” she repeated. “I’m in love with you.”
He nodded. His conscious ate him alive because no way should he be feeling this, doing this, with her, after the promises he had made to Lauren mere hours ago.
“Yeah, Bird. It’s safe to say, I’m in love with you, kid.” Demi leaned over onto his knees and scratched the top of his head. Stressed. Demi was stressed. “This ain’t good, baby.”
She shrugged. “So, let’s be bad.”
Chapter 13
Lauren awoke to an empty bed and pulled herself from the sheets. Bare feet tested the temperatures of the hardwood floors as she searched for him. She knew where he’d be. The home gym at the crack of dawn was a routine. It was a necessity for Demi, because if he didn’t work out his aggression, he’d be volatile all day. She knocked on the door frame, announcing her presence, admiring him as he gritted his teeth while bench pressing a set.
“You want breakfast?” Lauren asked.
“Nah, you ain’t got to do all that. I’ll grab something when I take DJ to school,” he said.
Demi finished his fifth mile and then powered off the machine. He walked directly by Lauren, only pecking the side of her head before leaving her alone. She didn’t know what she felt. Indifference maybe, but something about him made a pit form in her gut. She turned on her heels and followed him. A woman’s intuition was a motherfucker because Lauren felt it in her gut that something had changed in the short hours that had passed since they had gone to sleep.
“Demi, is something wrong?” she asked.
Demi turned, pausing, as he stared at her from the other end of the hall. She could tell just from his disposition that something indeed was wrong. She braced herself. The dip in his forehead and the way an invisible weight rested on his shoulders, tensing his entire body, made her heart ache. Definitely something wrong.
“Just say it,” she said, almost breathless.
“Lo, there’s something I got to tell...”
DJ popped out of his room. “Morning, Ma. ‘Sup, Dad!” he said. “Aww dang, you worked out without me?”
The interruption sent Lauren’s anxiety through the roof.
“DJ, go get ready for school. You can workout at practice. You don’t want to be tired for school,” Lauren said.
“But Dad said he would help me condition!” DJ protested.
Demi rustled his son’s head and pushed him back toward the gym.
“I got you, man,” he said.
