Her smirk was small as she wrapped her arms around me. I held her close. Kissing her temple turned into placing a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. I pulled away quickly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Jelai cradled my head and neck softly, holding me delicately, like I was something—someone—she treasured. Pulling me back down, she reconnected our lips for a long, tender kiss. With a hard dick, this was about to be a long ride.
Almost Two Weeks Later
Early May
I’d gone from being flattered by Wicked’s protection to annoyed by it. If he planned on watching me and sitting outside of my house, we could have still been together. By the time I’d reached my breaking point and was ready to tell his ass to go the fuck home, he was knocking on my door. That was progress, seeing as he hadn’t actually talked to me since our ride to Sunny Cliffs.
Every morning, I’d pull out of my driveway, and he’d trail me to work. When I got off, he’d trail me home. During my shift, one of the members of TWR was at the restaurant. Hell, I’d been talking to and getting to know them like they werefamily because of him. Yet he hadn’t spoken a word to me. I could only assume that since he was knocking on my door, either something had happened, or he had some information for me.
Swinging the door open, I huffed out my annoyance. My annoyance faded at the sight of him. Shirtless, he stood there with a frown on his face as he stared at my outfit.
“Where the fuck you think you going with this shit on?” he questioned, referring to the oversized shirt I’d cropped and cut up, short shorts, and long boots.
“What do you want, Wicked?”
“I want you to answer my fucking question.” He made his way into my home, gently shoving me to the side in the process.
Rolling my eyes, I bit back a smile. “Me and the girls are going to the country. There’s a trail ride happening and?—”
“I’m going with you.”
“Uh, no. I’m trying to be found by a man, and I don’t need your big, scary looking ass lingering in the shadows scaring them off.”
Wicked chuckled. “I ain’t gon’ be in the shadows scaring them off. I’ma be right beside you doing that.”
As much as I didn’t want to, I smiled. “What do you want?” I repeated, following him into my kitchen. He didn’t answer me right away, opting instead to guzzle down a bottle of water.
“Can you wash and braid my hair?”
His request put out a bit of my fire. I looked his head over, and it looked like it hadn’t been done since he’d gotten out. He told me his sister did it last time, so I wondered why he wasn’t asking her.
“Where’s Nadia?”
Sucking his teeth, Wicked leaned against the counter. “On campus, but I want you to do it.”
“Why?”
“I miss you.”
“And your way of not missing me is putting me to work on your head?”
With a shrug, he made his way over to me. “I wanna be between your legs.” Speechless, I nodded. “Is that a yes?” he confirmed before licking those juicy lips.
“Y-yes.”
After giving me that wicked smile, his eyes scanned my frame again before he stepped back. “Cool. Have fun, but don’t get nobody beat up. I’m firm on that shit.”
“Whatever, Wicked,” I grumbled, heading back upstairs to grab my cowgirl hat.
He went back outside, and when Yana and Ashley arrived, we took a shot before heading out. Before we could get in Yana’s car, a black SUV was pulling up. Wicked called me, and I answered with, “Is this you?”
“Yeah. I’on want y’all drunk driving. He’s going to be your chauffeur for the day. Enjoy yourself, bae.”
After I told the girls, they smiled and waved before we hopped in the SUV. Wicked trailed behind, and it wasn’t long before Sonny, Cole, and two other TWR members pulled up behind us as well. As my girls talked, I was lost in my thoughts. As much fun as I knew I’d have with them, a part of me wished I could have spent the night with my man.
I woke up hanging off the side of my bed. The last thing I remembered from last night was Wicked carrying me into my home and my hat falling off as he went up the stairs. I was so used to top shelf liquor that drinking the cheap shit in thecountry last night had me fucked up. My stomach felt horrible and I had a headache. I prayed I didn’t throw up as I wobbled into the bathroom.
After handling my hygiene, I dressed in a lounge set and checked my phone. The girls had already texted in the group chat and let me know they were feeling just as bad as I was, so we all planned to chill for the day. When I heard what sounded like water running downstairs, I headed down. Wicked was at the kitchen sink in nothing but his boxers tempting the hell out of me.
