Page 8 of Surrender to Love

“What!” I exclaim, surprised as hell. “Here? How? Why?”

“He says yo’ ass called him. He’s downstairs.”

“Called him? I didn’t call him? Did I?” I wonder out loud.

FOUR

It doesn’t take much for me when it comes to Kyrah. While I was chilling at Deuce’s, she texted. Then she called and told me she was drunk and couldn’t drive home. Say less. I was out of the booth, in my ride, and on the highway. In less than ninety minutes, I arrived at this big ass house, knocking on the double glass door. I had no idea she was still with her girls and clearly, they had no idea I was coming.

“And she told you what?” Alex asks while laughing.

“That she was too drunk to go home,” I answer.

“Where did she say she was?” she asks.

“She didn’t really. She just sent her location.”

“Yeah, she’s drunk. Reya’s getting her,” Alex says, then heads up the stairs.

Kyrah’s other homegirl Giselle comes from behind the staircase and smiles when she sees me. “She really called you to come get her,” she says while shaking her head. “Mireya’s getting her. I know it’s a drive. You want something to drink?”

“Nah. I’m straight but ’preciate it.”

“You can wait upstairs for her.”

“Oh nah. I’m good right here,” I say, then hear my name.

“Shi…ro,” Kyrah purrs and I spot her thick, fine ass at the top of the staircase.

As always, she looks pretty as hell. Even with her braids hanging all over her face, I see it, I see her. Even when she’s trying hard to be composed and in control, I see the real her. Kyrah has a pure heart and I’m crazy about that part of her most. “I called you?” she yells and my sis-in-law Mireya laughs.

“Stop yelling,” Sis says.

When I see Sis trying to help Kyrah down the stairs, I stop her. “Ay. Stay. I got her.” Two at a time, I sprint up the stairs. “You want me to carry you?”

“Boy, no. I can walk,” Kyrah slurs while laughing. Then she throws her arms over my shoulders.

God, she’s pretty and drunk.

“You’re really lit,” I say, amused as hell ’cause I’ve never seen her like this.

“Gone,” Sis says. “I didn’t even know she called you.”

“She called and texted, so I came, but I ain’t know she was still here,” I say.

“I’m here waiting on you,” Kyrah utters.

“And I came, baby,” I tell her.

“Let me go get her stuff so you can take her home,” Mireya says.

“He got me, Reya. Don’t you?” Kyrah asks, sounding extra sweet and I can’t help but smile.

Yeah, I like her like this.

“You know I got you.” She slumps into me and I wrap my arms around her soft body to keep her close and steady.

“Good,” she gushes with a big, pretty smile. Then she lays her head on my chest. I love the way she fits perfectly. I’m a tall ass man, six-six, and I like my lady a little tall and a lot thick. Kyrah’s just right at five-ten and thick as fuck in all the right places. “Take me home,” she whispers.