“Ayana?” His brows furrowed, and I quickly shook my head. I reached underneath his pillow, pulled out another condom, and rolled it on him. I sat up on my knees, reached for him and slid down his shaft slowly. My confidence and power heighted when I saw how much I’d affected him.
I was still sore, mind you. I mean, I hadn’t had sex in over five years, but loving him was my drug, and I was so addicted.
I placed my hands on the sides of his face when I was completely filled with him. I uttered softly, my lips inches from his, “I’m right here. I didn’t go anywhere.”
Brad looked me in my eyes for a minute, then I felt his hands go right to my ass and he squeeze. “Then fuck me, baby.”
I rose up slowly, and then came down, making him gasp and squeeze my ass tighter.
I grinned. “Oh, I intend to…”
******
I woke again, this time to my phone going off. I knew who it was instantly, and I groaned inwardly. Bradley was wrapped around me, and I couldn’t get my phone without waking him, so I waited until the buzzing stopped, and I slowly moved.
He moaned and said groggily, “What’s up?”
“I need to go…”
“Huh? Why?” he asked me as I stood to grab my panties and bra.
“For one, I’ve just had sex with you in Lock’s house. He’s going to kill me if he catches me here…”
“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He smiled at me all sleepy looking and sexy.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.” I moved close to him and kissed his cheek. “Go back to sleep. I’ll find my own way to the door.”
“No, let me walk you.”
I pushed him back down. “I’m cool. It’s not like Lock lives in the rough streets of West Plano. He’s in Frisco now.”
I felt him chuckle. “Call me and let me know you made it home safely.”
“I will.”
I kissed him again, got dressed as quickly as I could, grabbing a t-shirt of his since he ripped mine, and left. I decided to leave out the back just so I didn’t have to run into Lock.
I reached for my phone in my pocket and looked at the screen. Yup, it was Ramone Allen. I called him back and just as his gruff voice came over the line, I gagged, literally. I’m sorry, but just the thought of him makes me sick.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Does it matter? What do you want?” I retorted.
He paused a beat, and I stood on the side of Lock’s house waiting. Finally, he said, “I need you tonight. Can you be at the spot in thirty?”
I groaned. “Are you serious? I thought this was my day off.”
“Day off? What do you think this is? You think you work on Wall Street or something? Get you sweet ass down here or consider the deal off,” he barked, then hung up.
Shit.
I hustled around the side of the house and just about made it to my car when I heard a nasty voice behind me say. “Is that how you treat my brother? Fuck him, then leave in the middle of the night? You couldn’t at least stay until morning? You haven’t changed at all.”
I turned to find Lock sitting on his porch. His eyes filled with judgment and anger. He stood and started for me, but I turned and headed for my car. I said over my shoulder, “I don’t have time for you. I need to be somewhere.”
“Oh yeah? Where? To go get high?” he laughed. “Popped any pills lately?”
“You’re an asshole, do you know that?” I turned and was about to go hard when I saw just a shell of a man standing in front of me. I was completely stunned. I mean Brad said Lock had taken MJ’s death hard, but I didn’t think it was that bad. He didn’t look this bad a week and a half ago, did he?
“Don’t get mad at me because you’re a junkie,” he said to me with venom etched in his voice.
I shook my head. “You know what? Fine. You want to do this now – let’s do it. Yes, I used prescription pills to numb the pain I had when my mom passed away; sue me. I made the wrong choice, but shit, I’m human and everyone makes mistakes. And, believe me, I’ve paid for them.”
“Is that your excuse? You chose to take drugs to numb the pain? You hurt the people that cared about you the most because you wanted to numb the pain? How selfish are you? Did you even think about how you affected anyone else?”
I moved closer to him. “Seriously? You’re standing in front of me preaching this sanctimonious bullshit to me about how selfish I am? How I didn’t care about hurting the people close to me? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? So, yes, I didn’t think too highly of myself when I decided to self-medicate my pain. I messed up thinking I would only be causing myself pain instead of others, but shit… you are doing the exact same thing.”