“Who will get a bitch right if and when necessary,” she assured with a wink.
I chuckled inwardly, noting that Thyri could get on the fuck shit if she wanted to. I liked me a lil’ gangsta, but so long as she was with me, she’d never have to worry ‘bout fighting no ho.
I put the Kennedy situation to the side temporarily and focused my attention back on Thyri. We continued eating with no further interruption. She didn’t ask in depth questions about who Kennedy was or why she hadn’t been around to raise her son. She didn’t question my reaction to Kennedy’s husband either. Thyri didn’t seem fazed at all. She picked up the conversation where we’d left off like the interruption never happened. By the time we were done, she was full off both my plate and hers.
“That was good. Thank you for tonight,” she said, sliding her hand back into mine as we exited the restaurant and made our way down the block to the parking garage.
“No thanks needed. They did they thing on that chicken.”
“Oh, my God. It was so good. Even better that I was able to eat it off your plate. You were far too kind.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. I bet.”
“Other than the food, you okay?” she asked, while we waited on the car.
“Never better,” I said truthfully. “Anything you wanna know?”
She hooked her arm in mine and laid her head on my shoulder. “I figured whatever you wanna tell me, you’ll tell me in your own time.”
The parking attendant handed over my keys, and I helped Thyri into the passenger seat. I didn’t want to ruin the night, so I opted out of telling her the history of me and Kennedy. I would soon though. It would be necessary after tonight.
We endedup back at Thyri’s house after leaving the restaurant. It felt different with just her and I alone. We didn’t have to look out for EJ or over our shoulder for KJ. We settled on the couch in the living room, her nestled up under me.
“I’m so full, I don’t even feel like changing my clothes. I just wanna lay here just like this,” she said. “You wanna watch something?”
“Whatever you wanna do is cool wit’ me, Ma.”
Leaning over to grab the remote from the coffee table, she turned the TV on. “You ever seenRaisingKanen?”
“Nah. I stopped watching thatPowershit when they killed Ghost off.”
“Yeah. That threw me too, but this one made up for it. It’s better than I thought it would be.”
“Aight. Turn it on. If it’s wack, I’ma tell you.”
“You betta off telling 50 cause I didn’t make the show or choose the characters.” She giggled. “I’m just a fan.”
“Yeah, yeah. Come lay back here.”
Instead of taking her position back on my chest, she stretched out on the couch with her head in my lap. “You like me close to you? I don’t think EJ would appreciate me cuddled up with you in this manner.”
Leaning over her, I smirked. “EJ ain’t here. And yeah, I like you close to me.”
“You gon’ kiss me or hover?” she questioned daringly.
Not one to back down, I grabbed her chin gently and kissed her. Not a quick peck. It wasn’t soft either. There was a hunger and a yearning in the kiss. The position we were in was weird, but we made the best of it until she stopped.
“Hold on,” she said.
I sat up straight, giving her a chance to get up. When she did, she threw one leg over mine, straddling my lap. “This is better.” Her hands found their way to my cheeks and mine palmed her ass as we got lost in kissing again.
I’d never kissed so much in my damn life. Kissing was intimate, reserved for someone you really fucked with. I wasn’t going around just swapping spit with anybody. But Thyri, she kissed me like she wanted the moment to last. She caressed the back of my neck and moaned into my mouth. Her kiss held the type of passion that made a nigga wanna nut in her and lay in it after. I was talkin’ making future plans and shit.
I felt my dick getting harder, and there was no doubt in my mind that she was giving herself to me tonight. With one hand still caressing her ass, I used the other to grab her by the back of her neck, pulling her head back. She hitched in a breath when I put my lips to the nape of her neck before sliding my tongue across it.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “that’s my spot.”
I took full advantage of her pointing that out and began to lick and suck on her neck. The passion marks that were sure to be left behind would be evidence of me marking my territory.
