“And then she got eaten up instead. Wait, he did eat your pussy, right?” Cheyla questioned. It was mandatory in her book, and she hoped Orielle applied the same rules no matter how long it’d been.
“Off the bone,” Orielle answered, with pursed lips.
She wasn’t letting him slide that dick up in her without coming up off the head first. Najee wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The Previous Night
Accepting his offer to bring her food probably wasn’t the best decision for Orielle to make when she was high. Najee hadn’t even offered, though. He readily gave her a solution for her post-high munchies that just so happened to be him catering to her needs. It was a gesture he didn’t put much thought into.
For that reason alone, Orielle was floating. Had she been on the phone complaining about the delivery drivers to her ex, he wouldn’t have made any moves to accommodate her. Dealing with a fuck boy and then elevating with a real man who just did without her having to ask was the type of treatment every woman deserved.
If a man wanted to, he would.
Some men didn’t and never would.
It was that simple.
Actions always spoke louder than words, and Najee’s had done just that. They also had Orielle eyeing him, as if she would have rather eaten him instead of the fresh fries and spicy chicken nuggets she requested from Wendy’s.
“Why you staring at me like that?” Najee asked.
She’d zoned completely out, gazing at him beside her on the couch. He’d just returned from the bathroom, and she couldn’t help but wonder what his parents looked like. They had to be extremely attractive because Najee was too fine for words. So, she didn’t speak right away.
Orielle quietly assessed his handsome features. His crisp line, smooth, blemish-free mocha complexion, and long lashes were a lethal combo in conjunction with his wild brows, kissablelips, and well-manicured mustache and beard. She loved his hooded brown eyes, too.
She inhaled his scent, which subtly overpowered the lavender and linen candle burning inside the booth. When his warm, calloused hand touched her thigh, Orielle broke her trance. You’d think she had nothing on the way his touch felt like it burned her skin through the material of her yoga pants. He asked her something, but she failed to hear him over her loud thoughts.
“Sorry. What’d you say?”
“I asked if you were good. You were staring like a mothafucka. You got somethin’ you wanna get off your chest?” Najee asked jokingly.
She giggled, rolling her eyes. “No. Is it a crime for me to stare? Maybe I like what I see.”
Najee knew Saleem would talk shit if he saw the way this girl had him grinning. Had he been shades lighter, a blush would’ve appeared. He didn’t bother masking the expression, showing off those pretty teeth she wanted to run her tongue across.
This man is too damn fine,she thought.
“I like what I see, too, Pretty Girl.”
She sat cross-legged on the couch, with her bare feet tucked beneath her. Her ginger hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail with soft tendrils framing her face. The cropped, zipped hoodie she had on showed her belly, which was slightly poking out from eating. Her bare face, with no lashes and only lip oil on, was so naturally pretty, it made Najee stare right back.
“You don’t have anything to do tonight?” Orielle asked, fiddling with a string on the pocket of his pants.
“Nah. I’m chilling here with you. Why? You ready for me to leave? Just like a Black person; eating and dipping out.”
Laughing, Orielle said, “No. That’s not why. I was just wondering.”
Grabbing her hand, Najee lifted it to examine the tattoo symbols on her wrist. He smelled the lavender oil she rubbed there to calm her during sessions. Sometimes, her nerves got the best of her when recording or writing.
“Why’d you get the peace sign in the middle?” he asked.
Although he hadn’t seen many tattoos with the symbols, he knew the mantra: ‘Peace, love, and harmony.’
“Because I found peace through music and love. It’s the grounding force between the two things I value the most.”
“Damn,” Najee uttered.
He’d never thought about it that way. It was the only ink she had, and Orielle wanted to ensure it was meaningful. Najee couldn’t help but grin when he realized the musical note was the same one attached to his keys.
