I dropped it after that, but I didn’t remove myself from standing in front of her. I was so close on her that I could feel her breathing. I wasn’t sure if I was making her nervous or what, but her breathing picked up a little bit. Her hands that were at her side, they were even trembling. I’m not sure if it was because ofthe fucked up night that I just had, but the way I was feeling, a nigga could use a kiss or two.
For me, kissing was off limits with me because I felt like it was intimate as fuck. Niggas had a unique way of thinking because I’ll fuck a bitch to tears, but I’ll draw the line at tongue kissing. Just knowing the shit that me, and her had been through in the past few hours and knowing that she had my back in that car the same way that I had hers, it made me want to take it there a little bit with her, even if it was just a childish ass kiss.
I leaned my head down, thinking that we were going to lock lips with each other, but she quickly moved her head out of the way. To save face, I had to laugh because I’ve never been turned down by a woman before.
“I… I just don’t know how,” she cleared that shit up quick because I swear after this, I was going to friend zone her ass, and she wouldn’t have to worry about me trying to kiss her ever again.
“You want me to teach you or no? Don’t just say yes because you think that’s what I want to hear. I ain’t trying to force you to do shit that you don’t want to do,” I voiced.
She turned her head, so that she could look at the door. It’s almost like she did that to see if someone was coming. Everybody left. It was just the two of us. Plus, no one knew the code to my office, so nobody was going to be able to freely walk in here.
“You going to laugh at me because I don’t know how to do it,” for the first time, her ass went soft on me, and I liked that shit.
She was hard body all the time with me, always acting like she had to be so fuckin gangsta. To see her switch up on me, and show her soft side, I truly fucked with it. I fucked with it too because I knew that she wasn’t like this with everyone else. I knew that I was the only one to ever get her like this.
“I’m not going to laugh at shit. Ima teach you. Just do a peck on the lips,” I let her know.
Her ass was so fuckin nervous. She was battling with herself to kiss me or not. I wasn’t going to make the move though because as a man, I just didn’t want to feel like I was pressuring her to do it. We could stop this shit whenever she was ready. She could push me out the way whenever she wanted to and tell me that she was ready for me to take her home, and I would oblige.
She never did that though. She stepped up closer, and because she was shorter than me, she had to stand up on her tippy toes, and she pecked me on the lips. Her lips were soft, just as I imagined them to be. As full, and pretty as they were, I didn’t expect them to feel any other way. It’s almost like a spark was lit once we kissed. I felt something electrifying after our lips met.
“That was hard?” I asked, and she shook her head no.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I ordered, and it took her a few seconds, but she did it.
Once she had her arms around my neck, I placed mine on her small waist. I held her there for a few seconds, as we just looked into each other’s eyes, and then I leaned my head down, pecked her lips a couple of times, and on the third peck, I parted my lips a little, she did the same, and her ass caught on quickly.
I never in my twenty- five years of life shared a kiss this passionate. I couldn’t even tell you what was happening around me because I was kissing her with my eyes closed. It took us a few seconds to get it right because you could tell that Riot was new at this shit, but once we got it…. we got it, and that shit felt so fuckin good.
When I slipped my tongue in her mouth, it’s almost as if she naturally knew to slowly suck on it. As soon as I was getting ready to pick her little ass up, she quickly pulled away from me, removed her arms from around my neck, and she placed them at her side.
“Okay. Okay,” she breathlessly said, picking one of her hands up, so that she could push my ass from standing in front of her.
I laughed and chose to stand on the side of her.
“Don’t tell nobody that we kissed,” she threw out.
“Ima tell the world, baby,” I responded, just to fuck with her.
I don’t know what the fuck I had going on, but all this shit was new to me. I didn’t know her long enough to like her, but that’s what was happening right now. She was tough, she was hard as fuck to get to, and she was nowhere near as soft as the other women that I’ve dealt with in the past, but I liked that shit. I actually loved that shit.
Chapter 12
Riot St. James
“Move! Move! Get the fuck off me. Move!” I was screaming, kicking my legs, trying to get these bitches off me, as they had me pinned down in my jail cell. Two of them were standing over me, with my arms pried behind my head, while another one was at the foot, and she was holding me by my legs, stopping me from kicking. I looked to the right of me, and there was a big bitch with a sharp object in her hand, ready to plunge that shit inside of me.
“Stop! Get the fuck off me!” I screamed again.
“Riot! Riot! What the fuck girl! Your ass is having a nightmare!” I woke up to the sound of my mama’s voice. She was shrugging me, screaming for me to wake up.
I looked around, confused as hell on what was going on. I was about to jump up, but that’s when I looked down and realized that I had Daylani in my arms. She was sleeping peacefully on my chest.
My mom reached her arms out, so that she could get Daylani from me, and she was looking at me with confused eyes, wondering what the hell was going on with me. Fucked up nightmares is the reason why I wouldn’t fall asleep. Every time Iclosed my eyes, I would always have fucked up dreams about jail. I endured a lot of shit at that jail that I refused to talk to anyone about. I hated being vulnerable. I hated feeling weak, so I was keeping so many things to myself, not telling anyone what was bothering me, and amid that, I was slowly killing myself.
I sat up on the couch, pulling my legs up, so that I could sit Indian style. From where I was seated, I could look out of the window and see that it was dark out. It was the day after the shooting that took place with Dolo, and I did some running around with him all morning, and afternoon. He was showing me the ropes on how he ran his organization, filling me in on what my position was going to be with him, and once we were finished, he dropped me back home.
I thought that today was going to be awkward, especially after the kiss that we shared last night, but neither one of us brought it up. I still couldn’t believe that at 21 years old, I had my first kiss yesterday. I had my first kiss the same day that I was in a fuckin shoot out with him. Talk about some hood love.
