“This you getting back at me for not telling you I had siblings or something? Because you got questions for days, mama.”
“Maybe. Now answer the question.”
“Uh. Not always, but I used to like to go to the gym and had anger issues as a kid. Moms died early and Pops said I needed to focus my energy. At first it wasn’t serious, then it was. I tried the college motion, but it wasn’t me. I dropped out and found my way to the ring. I haven’t stopped fighting since.”
I nodded. I was about to ask another question, but he pushed his lips into mine. “No more questions, beautiful.”
Shit, fine with me.
I was one hundred percent down to have him between my legs tonight, but that didn’t happen. Instead, we talked more, ate, then I fell asleep in my clothes and his arms. It was like a peace had washed over me, one I had craved since the night I’d found out Nathanial wasn’t who I wanted him to be.
I was awakened the next morning by his voice. The sun had yet to fully rise, which cast its dim shadow through the window into the room. The first thing I was able to focus on was him, shirtless, with his phone to his ear, looking out into the early morning Chicago motion.
“Yeah man, we don’t leave until like five. We’ll be there. Don’t be on no bullshit either.” His back was to me. Laughter expelled from his being before he turned and looked at me.
I sat up fully, then reached for my phone on the nightstand next to me. It was four something in the morning, too damn early for anybody to be up. This had to be the hours of psychopaths.
I had two missed calls from my sister and three from Nathanial. In the last few weeks I had gone all the way formal with this fool, no nicknames or pleasantries. I wanted to be strong enough to overlook his betrayal, but I couldn’t so I was done. He just didn’t know that, even though I had managed to get most of my things from his house and separate our lives. A call here and there was all I warranted, his way of checking in, but my way of keeping him out of my space. At some point I had to tell him we were over, but I had yet to do so. I was an avoider when it came to big decisions, passive as fuck and avoiding blowups. Telling Nathanial I was done wouldn’t go over well.
“Why are you up?” I asked when he finally stuffed his phone into his pocket.
“Had to get the workout in, beautiful. We’re having lunch with my people before we fly out.”
My eyes tried to jump from my skull at the same time too much saliva existed in my throat. “Um, what?”
“Food with my people before we leave. Don’t worry. Niggas know you just the homie.” He had a snide smirk on his face. Then he turned and left the room, going to the bathroom.
I mean what? Lunch with his family?
My attention went to my phone. It was vibrating, a call from none other than Nathanial.
“Come join me.” Indiri’s voice made me jump.
When I looked up again, he wasn’t just shirtless, but bottomless, in storm gray boxer briefs.
“Indiri.”
“What, man? Are you coming or what?” he asked as he went deeper into the washroom.
I was on my feet quickly, knowing damn well he didn’t have to ask. The shirt that belonged to him was over my head in seconds as I peeled my underwear down to take him up on his invite.
The moment I entered the washroom, I saw him. I guess I’d taken too long. He was now standing under the showerhead. He’d left the door open just so I could see what I was walking into and lord was I excited. I hadn’t had sex since the night at the hotel and it was completely cliché to say he was the best I’d ever had. He thought I had only been with Nathanial, so I didn’t know shit. He was always selfish and very quick, while that night at the hotel Indiri had taken his time and my body remembered that.
I stepped into the shower, about to move around him, but he turned and pulled me into him. I was hemmed up in the corner of the shower in seconds, his hand right below my chin, tilting my face up so he could kiss me. Then I was in his arms, legs wrapped around his body.
“Stop acting like you don’t feel this shit, Selah.”
An involuntary shiver traveled through my body the moment I felt his dick at my opening. Then he advanced, thrusting into me.
“Sh…itt.” I closed my eyes tightly, tightening around him. Indiri was fucking blessed.
He rocked into me over and over, trapping my body between him and the wall. Bolts of lightning overtook my body as I held onto him for dear fucking life.
How could I not feel this shit?
“Indiri,” I groaned, every syllable sounding like a musical note in this shower as they rolled off my tongue.
“Let that shit rock, mama.” He lowered his head, mashing his lips against mine.How the fuck were we supposed to be homies when he fucked me like this? When he inflamed my body like this?
