“Stay the fuck still.”
But I couldn’t. It hurt too good, and I found myself moving with him. My screams and moans filled the room, and I felt the familiar pressure building in me again. His hand snaked in front of me, and he began to play with my clit.
“Mekhi, please.”
“Please what?” he taunted.
Make me come again, I wanted to beg, but I didn’t have to. My body tightened and I shook harder than ever.
“I’m cumming,” I screamed.
“Fuck! Me, too,” he said, his fingers clenching in my hips as he released his warm seed inside me.
Seconds later, exhausted, I collapsed against the bed. He followed me but rolled over on his back, so he didn’t crush me. He surprised me by pulling me so that I lay half on top of him. I didn’t argue, cuddling against his warm body and trying to figure out what had just happened. I’d had sex for the first time in the middle of an argument. Mekhi, a man I could barely get along with most days, had fucked me hard and I had liked it. What did that even mean?
“You don’t think you should’ve mentioned that?” he asked finally.
I shrugged. “I didn’t know we were going that far.”
“How you feeling?”
“I’m okay.”
I was content to lie there as his fingers played in my hair.
“You so much less annoying like this,” he teased.
Smiling, I smacked him gently on the stomach. “Don’t be thinking you can use this to keep me quiet.”
“Nah, for once, you had a right to have an attitude. I told you I would look out for you until this shit got straight?—”
“Yeah, and look what happened tonight. He said he wanted to show you he could get close, no matter where you were, and he did!”
“And I’m sorry for that.”
I froze, shocked by his apology. “Wh-what?”
He sighed. “I can admit I thought you were just a distraction for this nigga. But Tex been tryna tell me he got a thing for you, even though he supposedly tryna get to me. I should’ve had you covered better, more niggas on you. I won’t fuck up again.”
I was glad to hear that. Now, if he could only figure out who the nigga was, I’d feel even better. Suddenly, I thought of something.
“Mekhi?”
“Yeah?”
“He said something about asking someone named Gillian about what was rightfully his.”
I felt him tense, and his hand stopped stroking my hair. “You sure that’s what he said?”
“Mm-hmm. You know what that means?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, suddenly all cold and distant again.
I sucked my teeth before disentangling my body from his.
“Where you going?” he asked.
“To shower. You should be gone when I get back,” I said coolly.
