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“Makai?” she questioned as if she didn’t see me standing right in front of her fine ass.
My dick hardened just thinking of the things I planned to do to her over the next week. The shorts that hugged her thighs and exposed her pussy’s print made my mouth pool with saliva. Dismissing the bullshit, I got straight to the point.
“You done crying ’bout that nigga?”
TWO
I cleared the sleep from my eyes to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming about the man who was standing at my door—right in front of me.
“What? What time is it?”
“You worried about the wrong thing, Mommas. Answer the question.”
“Makai, it must be past midnight.”
“It’s not. Now, answer the fucking question.”
His passive aggression made my nipples swell in my tank.
“You done crying ’bout that nigga?”
With confidence, I nodded. “Yes. I am.”
“Good. You handle that situation?”
His eyes lowered to my belly.
“Yes.”
“Good. Pack a bag with clothes fit for the season and pack it within the next five minutes. I’m taking you on a date.”
“Makai, what date requires me to pack clothing, and is happening at midnight?” Yawning, I probed.
When my eyes reopened after closing momentarily, I was no longer staring at the face of the handsome man that I could barely see in the dead of the night. It was his back that faced me now as he turned to leave.
“Wait,” I called out, stopping him in his tracks.
Barefoot, I tiptoed in his direction until I noticed him rushing in mine. In an instant, his hands were on my waist as he pushed me backward, step by step until we were inside my apartment with the door shut behind us.
My breath was lodged in my chest, unable to escape. With big, bulging eyes, I waited for him to speak, to move, to do anything but look at me the way he was looking at me with those dark, aggrieved eyes. Many nights, I’d imagined his hands right where they were planted just before his lips crashed into mine and our journey began.
“You trying to make me catch a body tonight, Mommas?” Tilting his head, he asked me.
“Hmm?”
“Don’t step foot outside of your door dressed like this. I ain’t never been to jail on no serious shit, but I wouldn’t mind going for the right reason.”
“You were about to leave,” I explained, finally able to release my breath.
“Because I’m not in the business of convincing you. Either you rolling with a nigga or you not. It’s simple.”
There it was again. The way he spoke without reservation of his words, yet voiced them with a gentleness that soothed the ache they had the potential to cause, left me dazed.
“Five minutes?” I was swimming in his cologne. There wasn’t a night out on the town that I could remember leaving me as intoxicated as the liquid he’d spritzed his skin with.
“Five minutes,” he repeated.
“Five minutes.” Nodding, I followed with the same statement.
