“If you missed me, just say that,” Cyren taunted.
“I missed you,” he said with ease, licking his lips and leaning over the console. Pulling her to him by the strings of her jacket, Heavy softly kissed her lips. “You ain’t miss me, sweetheart?”
He mumbled the words against her lips, and Cyren couldn’t stop the quick bobs of her head. “I did,” she replied, a bit breathless, kissing him back.
Cyren tried to suck his lips off his face. She couldn’t get over how soft they were. All tongue and nasty, just like Heavy liked it, she tongued him down.She really did miss a nigga, he thought, grinning. Reaching around her, Heavy rubbed her booty, giving it a smack. Cyren moaned into his mouth.
“Come up out of this,” Heavy said, unzipping her jacket.
Breathing hard, Cyren pulled back. “Wait. Not right here. I don’t want to disrespect my aunt’s house like that.”
“A’ight. Spend the night with me, then.”
“Okay.”
Heavy was so surprised she didn’t give him a rebuttal, he chuckled. “Yeah?”
Grinning, Cyren nodded. “Yes. I’ma go pack a bag.”
“A’ight. Gimmie another kiss before you go do that.”
Heavy was down bad and didn’t give a fuck. Sweetly, like he asked her to do, Cyren smooched his lips and sucked on the bottom one, before dragging the tip of her tongue up them. Heavy gripped her jacket, and she cackled while he tried pulling her into his seat. Cyren wiggled out of his grasp.
“Yeah, hurry your pretty ass up so I can get you home,” Heavy said, giving her those bedroom eyes.
“My door,” Cyren said, looking at him with a goofy grin.
“Man, you better push that shit open and hop out real quick.”
They fell out laughing, but Cyren stayed planted where she was while he climbed out. She was giddy as he rounded the truck and opened the door. Heavy sent her up the driveway with a pat to her ass.
“Don’t forget that money in your pocket,” he said.
“I won’t!”
Cyren pushed through the front door and damn near jumped out of her skin at Skylar’s presence. She was standing right by the door with a scowl on her face.
“Ooh,” Cyren squealed, holding her chest while chuckling. “You scared me.”
“You need to watch who you have pulling up over here.”
The smile on Cyren’s face fell. “What?”
“You having random men pull up over here is not gon’ fly.”
“Didn’t you just have a nigga over here the other day?” Cyren questioned but knew the answer. She heard the male voice inside Skylar’s room for hours.
Skylar smirked, uncaring that she brought that up. “Yeah,Idid. But this ismymama’s house. Not yours.”
Cyren’s body heated so quickly, it was as if she hadn’t just been outside in the cold. Gritting her teeth, she did everything she could to hold her tongue and not beat Skylar’s ass. Making it clear that this was her mama’s house and rubbing it in that hers was no longer here was enough to make Cyren mop the floor with her. But she let her make it, knowing that if she hadn’t, Skylar might have ended up in the hospital where Nia worked.
Mugging her, Cyren nodded. “Yeah, okay. You remember you said that.”
Before she could really do something she wouldn’t regret, Cyren walked off. Whatever mending she was trying to do with her was out the window. To go that low, especially when she was in no position to, was beyond foul. Skylar wouldn’t have to worry about Cyren ever speaking to her again.
10
“You good?” Heavy asked, backing into the driveway and shifting gears to park.
