And my ego.
I burstthrough the classroom doors, headed for the exit. Neverending skin. Soft lips. A pearly smile. Long legs. And arms that I had begun to call home waited beyond the glass doors.
I picked up speed, pushing through the pain. The doors parted. The air kissed my skin. My body was taken by the winds. I was home again. Wrapped in his arms, hoisted in the air.
Legs wrapped around his body. Head tucked between his shoulder and neck. I missed him every second. Every minute. Every hour we were apart.
“What’s up, Trouble?”
“I missed you.”
“Yeah? How much you miss a nigga?”
“So much.”
“You ready to go home?”
“I’m at home,” I sighed.
He was safe and I was afraid. But, loving him through fear intensified our connection. No longer did I feel the need to earn my respect or make Flocco feel my pain. Everything Flocco gave me was because he knew I rightfully deserved it and I didn’t have to work for it anymore. He supplied it willingly and freely. So much of it that I couldn’t breathe some days and I couldn’t sleep some nights.
So we stayed up. For hours and hours. Talking and touching. Laughing and loving. Exploring and exhaling. Growing and groaning and moaning.
As he’d promised, Flocco was building a world around mine, which still revolved around me. No longer was he the man to see in Dooley. He spent his days clearing out and refreshing the shop his father once loved.
The grand opening was only two weeks away. The entire hood was waiting. Everyone was ready to spend their money with Flocco. They knew what he’d lost and they understood what regaining possession meant. Scheduled maintenance wasbooked until late winter. Every day someone called to be added to his list.
Hearing him speak business made a mess of my panties. I wasn’t sure it was possible, but Flocco got finer by the hour. Every time I saw him in that jumper with that cap on his head, I wanted to lick the head of his dick.
“The other home?”
“Mine or yours.”
“Mine,” he clarified.
“Um hmm.”
Still in his arms, he walked me over to his car. He never opened the door. He retrieved my backpack and lowered me inside, top dropped and the engine still running. The music was low and the interior lights were glowing.
Within seconds he was beside me. He reached into the backseat and returned with a blue bag. He placed it between us as my mouth fell agape.
“What is this?”
“Just something to let you know how proud I am of you.”
“For?”
“Existing,” he chuckled. “And for going to school. I know it ain’t about to be easy, but I’m going to make it as easy as I can on you, Trouble. Cause, I’m trying to fuck you in them scrubs on your break when them patients stressing you out.”
I blushed. My entire face swelled with a smile.
“Thank you.”
I dug into the bag, pulling out a massive box.
“Baby– what have you gott– Ohhhhhh.”
The prettiest golden-colored MacBook was pictured on the box.
