“I just needed to see my son, Bird. It wasn’t about Lo,” he reassured. “I don’t know if she don’t like to let him come here or if he don’t want to come here, but I just wanted to see him and get answers for myself.” Charlie nodded but didn’t speak. She could see the stress sitting on his shoulders as he remained hunched over, but she didn’t know what to say. She was pissed but couldn’t say it. She was insecure but didn’t want to seem mistrusting. Awkward silence filled the room. “I can’t read your mind, Bird. You know that, right?” Demi was impatient, frustrated, and she knew it. She felt his pent-up energy. It made her breath shallow, and her nipples pebble as her nervousness danced inside her belly. “One day a nigga fucking you on the lawn under the stars and it feel like we making heaven and hell, the next day you don’t even want to be here. You wishy-washy as fuck, Bird.”
Charlie shooed Bails off the bed, climbed up on her knees, and crossed the comforter; her hands on his skin made him tense, but he quickly relaxed when she brought her face to his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him from behind.
“I never said that, Demi. I never said I don’t want to be here, but it feels like nobody wants us together. It’s hard having so much hate around us,” Charlie said.
“I want us together, Bird. I ain’t never really cared too much about the opinions of niggas around me,” Demi stated.
Charlie climbed into his lap, straddling him. No space. No room between them as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“You know you gon’ have to change them sheets, right?” Demi asked.
“I’ll change ‘em,” she chuckled as she kissed his bare skin. “If you’re gonna fuck me on them afterward.” Charlie’s body was crying for attention. Just being this close, with only the towel’s fabric separating them, drove Charlie mad with lust. Demi was a man. The type of man that couldn’t hug his girl without helping himself to a handful of ass; the type who couldn’t sit with his woman in his lap without his dick starting a conversation. Her breath hitched as she nuzzled her nose in the side of his neck.
“You drive me, Bird.” His throaty whisper was full of longing. No man had ever desired a woman more.
“I know,” she said softly as she caressed him lightly and played with one of his ears, rolling the lobe between her fingers. “You’re so my vibe, baby.”
“It’s just for you, Bird,” he whispered. Gutter nigga, gutter tone, weakened by the softest thing on earth, and it wasn’t pussy. Other men were weakened by sex, Demi was weakened by the wants of this woman, by her aura that was bleeding out in this moment. Demi was a man in love with a woman, and that trumped every other emotion he had ever felt in his life.
She didn’t know why the silk feeling of his ear turned her on. Demi hummed. She was taming this man, and she felt his dick jump at her unspoken commands. She commanded a lot of Demi. His time. His loyalty. His affection. His lenience to herfree-spirited ways. She dirtied up his perfect life, and he allowed it because of the obsessive way that he loved her.
She rolled her hips into him, grinding on a hardness that made her nectar flow. Breasts crushed against his chest, Demi couldn’t resist. He palmed her ass tighter and reached for his dick, rubbing it against the softest, wettest place he had ever indulged in. Just the pressure from him against her clit caused Charlie to tremble. She held on tight as he slipped into paradise. If she closed her eyes, she would see blue skies and cyan waters. That’s how good it was.
“Say, man,” he groaned weakly.
A victim to her femininity, Demi was helpless as she rode him, desperate, feral; their lovemaking was animalistic, especially when he was angry with her. His large hands covered her petite backside, pulling her onto him, his motion almost pleading, passionate, like he was stopping himself from calling out to God… praise for pussy that turned him into a servant of her crown. Queen. Charlie was a queen, and she knew the power in the riches between her thighs. This was punishment for leaving home without accountability and staying out all night. A reminder that she had given him Eden and would banish him to hell by blocking him from the experience of her if he did it again.
“Say, man,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to his before planting the sloppiest kisses on his lips, making him devour her tongue.
“This pussy good, baby, so fucking good,” he groaned.
She leaned back, gripping his tree trunk-like thighs, as she rocked her hips into him, feeling every inch of his soul as she slid onto his dick, then off, all the way to the tip before slamming back into him.
“Just like that, Bird.” Demi may as well have been drunk the way this girl intoxicated him. She could feel the pulse of his orgasm building in him, pumping out of him, and she rodehim until the very last second before lifting. She lowered her head and sucked him dry, leaving Demi’s body quaking in the aftershocks.
“Whattt the fuck,” he gasped.
She smiled coyly, still rubbing his dick as she rested her head on his thigh.
“That mu’fucka ain’t coming back to life after that,” Demi said, chuckling as he reached down to pull her up, laying her on top of his body. Bails was never far away when it came to cuddles.
“I hate this damn dog,” Demi said.
“You love him, stop fronting,” Charlie teased, reaching down to pet Bails’ blocky head. “He loves you, doesn’t he, Bails?” Bails was used to their antics. He simply readjusted his body and whined.
Demi kissed the top of her head as they lay skin to skin, and his hand rubbed her back.
“You don’t want to get married, do you?” He asked.
She cocked her head back so that she could look in his eyes.
“I do,” she said. “I just don’t want to rush. You just got out of a marriage. I’m still looked at like a mistress. I just want to take our time. I want my album to be out. I want your son to know me better. One day, I’d like to apologize to Lauren…”
“Fuck you got to apologize for? You ain’t done shit to Lo,” Demi stated. “You ain’t kissing no ass, Bird. Whatever happened was on me. I lied about being married. You didn’t even know. She can’t be mad at you for that. Her beef is with me. I’ll handle that. All you got to do is keep loving a nigga the way you doing. I’ll catch all the smoke that comes with it. None of that is for you to worry about.”
Charlie nodded, but she couldn’t help but feel responsible for another woman’s pain. Her mother had been abandoned by her father for a side chick. She had witnessed it ruin her. The pain had haunted her mother all the way to the grave, and knowingthat she had hurt Lauren the same way just didn’t sit right with her. Whether she knew or not, she felt complicit. It was one of the many reasons why she wasn’t in a rush to marry Demi. It would be salt in an open wound to his ex-wife, and a scorned woman would undoubtedly raise hell. Charlie had been through enough hell in her life; she just craved peace.
Chapter 4
