When I turned and saw him and his crew sitting in the empty seats next to me, I became nervous. “All these people are in here. How did you find me?” I snapped back.
I tried not to look at him, but he cupped my chin and turned me his way. “I’m going to always find you, Phoebe. We’re locked in, baby.” He winked.
Our eyes connected, and everything I once saw in Syior, I no longer saw. It was as if being with Xavier pulled the wool from my eyes. I pulled my head back.
“Syior, we—”
“You coming through or what? These college niggas got your head in the clouds. I let that shit slide at Hoodoo’s, but time is ticking.”
I nervously ran my hand through my hair. When I glanced back at Xavier, he sucked his teeth as his eyes narrowed in on me. My stomach sank as I focused on him and he focused on me. I needed him to know that this shit with Syior was not planned. When I felt Syior’s hand on my hand, I turned to look at him.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
He smiled. “Phoebe, you know what it is. Be at my crib tonight. That nigga can wait,” he finished as he leaned in and kissed myforehead.
Syior and his crew got up and walked off. Suddenly, a ball flew into the side of his head. Syior turned to see who threw it. My head quickly turned to see if Xavier was looking, but he had his back turned to me. I looked at Paige and Alyse, who just shrugged.
“Fuck!”
“Whoever threw that, yo momma’s a bitch!” Syior shouted before taking one last look at me and leaving.
I dropped my head because this shit couldn’t be happening to me. I figured Syior would take the hint from me not talking to him over the last few weeks. However, it was clear he hadn’t. I knew Syior could be dangerous, and I feared he would try to harm Xavier.
SAMARA
PRESS PLAY
The cold sink kissed my bare ass as my arms wrapped around Dio’s neck. He kissed me like it was the first time, and I melted in his mouth like a piece of sweet cotton candy. Having him in this moment was everything; it filled the hole in my heart while he was away. I knew this was wrong because he wasn’t supposed to be around me, but shit like this was why I loved him. He knew how to make a way out of no way. Our tongues played with each other as Dio tussled with his sweats.
“Hold on, Mars,” he mumbled in my mouth.
I was holding on. Holding on to every bit of him and his soul. Dio lifted me from the sink before easing me down on top of him. “Oh,my Gawd!” I moaned.
The feeling of him deep inside me damn near tearing my insides gave me a tinge of pain with a sweet feeling of pleasure behind it.
“That’s right, Mars.YourGod,” he grumbled.
I don’t know if it was the time that had passed since he and I had sex, but this hit different. Dio’s grip around my waist guided my body up anddown.
Up, then down.
He licked and sucked on my neck so good, my head fell back.
Up, then down.
He swung me around, slamming my body against the wall. My head shot forward as my eyes peeked over his shoulder, watching Dio fuck me in the mirror.
“Pussy so good,” he moaned in my ear. “I fucking love you, Mars the Star.”
My emotions began to take a toll on me because, although this was a moment I was enjoying, I knew that once it was over, we would be back to what we were before this: not talking. I didn’t want to ruin this by asking what was next, so instead, I held my tears back. I closed my eyes and went straight to the place Dio took me every time we made love: Mars.
Foreheads touching.
“Open your eyes,” he said sweetly. I did as he asked to see him staring into my eyes as he worked my pussy something crazy. My lips trembled, and so did his. A flash of a wedding, us arguing, then making up, a nice house, and forever riding into the sunset on his bike flashed in my head. Dio began hitting my g-spot, and my mouth opened. Then a tear betrayed me.
“I’m about to cum,” I whispered.
Up, then down.
