“Iso, stop,” I whined like a straight bitch. The way he’d worked my body until the wee hours of the morning had earned that response. I felt like we had literally just gone to sleep.
“Come take a ride with me.”
I sat up and mugged the shit out of him. No the hell he didn’t just wake me up to take a ride? And where the hell was this ride to? “We just went to sleep, Iso. I’m going back to sleep.”
“Nah, you ’boutta come with me.” His voice was demanding at first, then it softened with the next word from his lips. “Please.”
That threw me for a loop. “But I?—”
“C’mon. I got you after.” He exited the room, leaving me alone to curse him in silence. I didn’t though. I surprised myself when I didn’t offer any extra lip but instead scooted to the end of the bed.
When he returned to the bedroom, he was carrying my duffle bag and his phone. “You got about fifteen minutes, Killa.” He dropped it on the bed and left me alone.
Not only was he making me get up to go with him, but he was also rushing me.This nigga.
It took me a minute for me to get up, but once I was up, I was moving. My first stop was to grab a pair of cargo pants from my bag and a fitted tee. I went to the washroom, took care of my hygiene, and prepared for whatever ride this would be.
I was dressed and seconds from re-braiding my hair when he walked into the bathroom, eyes scanning me before his finger trapped a few strands of my hair.
“Soft as fuck. You always keep it braided down like that?”
I nodded. “Easier to manage.”
“Don’t braid it. Leave it down.”
I looked at him through the mirror and his expression was serious mixed with something. “Why?”
“’Cause I like the way it crowns your face. You beautiful as fuck, even though you be around here tryna’ look all hard.”
I smiled and turned around, staring into his eyes. “I don’t.”
He hoisted me onto the bathroom counter then stepped between my legs, tugging at his hoodie I had conveniently thrown on. It smelled like him, the deep flannel musk mix had my body in a frenzy. “You do.”
My arms wrapped around his neck, eyes locked on his. Communication that made words optional.
“It’s okay, though ’cause I like it. All of it.” He lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. What started as a quick peck turned heated, my hand at the buckle of his jeans and his tongue down my throat. Then he pulled back, giving me one more look before pulling me off the counter. “Now bring your ass before we be late.”
About thirty minutes later we were in the car headed toward the city at four in the morning.
“You know I could have driven, right?”
He laughed immediately. “Nah, Killa. You drive like you wanna get pulled over.”
I laughed. “I actually did get pulled over yesterday. Too bad the nigga was more interested in asking me out than doing his actual job.”
He cut his eyes from the road to me. “What you tell him?” His deep voice demanded an answer.
“That I’m seeing somebody and I’m not interested,” I responded coolly, the words feeling foreign to my lips.
He nodded. “You’re doing more than seeing me, Killa.”
“And I know that too.” I grinned.
“Good.”
“And another thing. You have much more to offer than you think.” My hand landed on his, gripping his index and middlefingers in an intimate way.For the life of me, I didn’t know who I was becoming with this man. It both scared and intrigued me.
We pulled up to a small storefront. Instead of parking out front, he pulled into a vacant lot on the side. Without another word, he got out of the car, moving to my side.
