He knew something I didn’t know yet.
I could feel it. He had heard what I said about Marcus and something had clicked into place for him that he wasn’t ready to share with me. And I had walked away before he could say whatever was sitting on the edge of his mouth when I turned and left.
Maybe that was a mistake.
Marcus shifted in his sleep beside me and I went still and waited until his breathing evened back out and then I went back to staring at the ceiling.
I thought about what Simone said. That I had made my decision years ago and I hadn’t chosen Street. That was true. Every single word of it was true. But I also knew that the decision I was living with right now didn’t feel like a decision I had made freely. It felt like a decision I had made out of fear and comfort. I cowardly took the path of least resistance and I had been paying for it quietly ever since.
I turned my head and looked at Marcus sleeping beside me.
He looked peaceful. Happy genuinely. Unbothered. The sleep of a man who had nothing stressing him.
Or the sleep of a man who was very good at hiding things away.
Tomorrow I was going to pay closer attention. To everything. The calls he took. The rooms he stepped into. The nameshe mentioned. I was going to watch Marcus the way he had apparently been watching Street. I was going to find out exactly who I had been sleeping next to.
And if I found what I was afraid I was going to find —
I was going to have to make a real decision for the first time in my life.
Not the safe one. But the right one.
An hour had passed and I couldn’t sleep. There was so much I had left unsaid to Street today and I was holding onto regret. After debating long and hard with myself, I eased out the bed and went down the hall to make a call.
I called Street and it was after midnight. He didn’t answer, so I called right back. Finally, he picked up in a whisper.
“Bri, what is it? Is everything okay?” he asked in an annoyed hushed tone.
“Yes, but I called because earlier, there was things that I needed to say and couldn’t get out. You never deserved the treatment that you got from me. The thought of you moving on has me sick because we both know that we belong together.” I whispered. Before I could continue, he cut me off.
“You gotta stop. This is the most you’ve made your presence known in the past four years. I’m having a date night and had to step away to take your call so that you won’t do the same thing you did the other night and call my phone repeatedly. Go back to your nigga and let this go. We’re not kids anymore. But I love you enough to say this, if that nigga had anything to do with my brother getting shot, you may not wanna be too close to him when it’s time for him to pay for that. Goodnight Brielle. Take care of yourself.” Street ended the call and left me there with tears falling down my face. I had really lost him.
Even with us going four years, without speaking, things never felt final like this. I could feel everything he was saying, and I did honestly believe that what we had was over. I had nobody to blame but myself.
Iwoke up around 6 in the morning, and Simone had her ass on me while I held her from behind. She was snoring lightly, then she backed up into me and wiggled her ass a little. This immediately caused my dick to rock up. It was something about waking up to her fine ass that made me horny all the time. As hard as we’ve been going since she’s been here, I would have had her pregnant if she wasn’t on birth control.
I lifted her gown up, and rubbed her ass. I squeezed a handful of her left cheek and that muthafucka jiggled in my hand like jello. I pulled my dick out my boxers, spread her cheeks and was about to slide in from behind, when she woke up and rolled over towards me, rubbing her eyes.
“What are you doing?” She asked groggily.
“I was about to wake you up to some breakfast in bed.” I joked.
“Don’t play with me Gutta. You know I don’t even play like that. You gotta taste it first.” She rubbed her eyes again, still half sleep.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m gone do more than taste it.” I responded and wasted no time pulled the cover off, getting between her legs and diving head first into pussy. She was warm and as soon as my tongue touched her clit, she got juicy wet. Simone moaned softly, as she grabbed my head and rotated her hips.
Just as I felt her body tense up, and she was about to cum, I got up. She cried and begged me to finish.
“Pleaseeee! Finish! why would you stop right now?”She whined.
“Nope! Cause when you cum, you get lazy and I have to do all the work. Get up, put yo knees in the bed and toot that ass up. Head touching the headboard! NOW!” I demanded. She licked her lips, gazed into my eyes and quickly got up to do exactly what I said.
I admired the view of Simone from behind bent over, before I got behind her and got a good grip on her waist. I slid in her pussy slow. Immediately, the room was filled with that wet, swooshing sound as I slowly stroke in and out of her. She moaned while she threw her ass back on me. She matched my strokes and damn near made a nigga bust early.
I pulled Simone’s ponytail and yanked her head back with one hand, while I smacked her ass with the other. Never losing my rhythm as I fucked the shit out of her. Simone asked to ride me, and we switched positions while I let her do her thing. Afteranother 30 mins and both of us had came twice, it was time to get up and shower to start our day.
“Damn, I love the fuck out of you. You know that?” I asked Simone.
