Page 58 of Another Constant

“Ay, Keem. Call an ambulance for him.”

“Bet.” His phone was to his ear and I was climbing back into my car seconds later. The only thing on my mind now was getting home to Harlem. While I was doing everything, she was on my mind constantly, somehow reminding me to not go too overboard like I wanted to. I wasn’t used to things like this, considering somebody else in my actions. I started with Aja and now it was Harlem.

I half expected her to be asleep when I walked in the door. She wasn’t. Instead she was sitting on the sofa staring at the TV. She wasn’t watching it. Shit, it seemed like it was more so watching her.

Me entering made her jump slightly before she forced a smile in my direction. “You’re back.”

“Yeah, I live here, beautiful.”

She nodded, blinking a few times. “I set the dogs up in their crates in your basement. I hope you don’t mind.”

I shook my head. “I’on mind anything but the bullshit you allow to sit on your mind. Fuck everything you worried about ’cause I told you I’d handle it. Now come step in this shower with me.” I didn’t wait for her rebuttal. Instead I left the living room, headed toward my bedroom.

When I entered, my eyes landed on her duffle in the chair across from my bed and the hot hair bonnet she tried and failed miserably at trying to wear to sleep. My eyes landed on about eight things that weren’t mine in my bedroom and for some reason I found comfort in it. Seeing her things nearly integrated with mine let me know she wasn’t going anywhere, that I truly possessed this woman.

I made a pitstop in my closet to put my gun up and empty my pockets. In the distance I heard the shower water come on. Another smile indented itself into my features. Just like I knew I had her, she had me.

I opened the door and stood there for a moment, admiring everything within view.

“You gonna stand there and stare, letting all that cold air in here, or are you going to join me?”

Stepping into the shower, I closed the door behind me and pulled her back against me.

“What are you worried about?”

“You. What did you go out there and do?”

“Keeping it a buck with you, I went out there and did a lot, but it’s nothing for you to be worrying about. It’s me and you, fuck seeing where this is going. It’s already there. Now we are on this journey together.”

“Mhmm.”

I sat back on the bench and closed my eyes. I wasn’t lying when I said I went out there and did a lot. Thing was, I wouldn’t take shit I did back. As a matter of fact, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat because that was just what you did for those you cared about.

The feel of her hands on my knees forcing them apart made me lift my head and open my eyes. The sight before me had my dick bricked. She was on her knees, water dripping from her hair and body, putting those same delicate hands to my shaft. I'd be lying if I said I didn’t see it coming because I did when we locked eyes and she began to stroke me up and down with one hand while the other massaged my balls.Shit.

I watched her and she watched me while she took the head of my dick into her mouth, teasing me as she swallowed inch by inch. The way her eyes were locked on me was amatory, simply mind shattering. With methodic movements she pulled back then sent my shit right back down her throat, repeating this motion and swallowing around me until I was sending my kids down her throat. Shit, that was just the first one.

She was on her feet, smirking, when I finally caught my breath, probably thinking I was done until she watched me stroke my shit back to life with the sight of her body before me. “Get up here,” I demanded in a throaty tone.

She did as she was told, straddling my lap, while my hands now rested on her hips. She thought she was in control, but she wasn’t. She began easing down onto me, trying to pace herself, but I pulled her down and buried my face in her neck, holding her in place. She fit me so fucking perfectly, so snug that I knew this was mine…Shit,shewas mine!

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“What I’m saying is, if you keep doing reckless shit, at some point it’s gonna catch up with you, bro.” Sora had arrived at the house early to give me a lecture. I wasn’t even two hours out of the pussy when he called, talking about open the door.

“It wasn’t reckless. It was retaliation. I handled mine for mine.” I occupied a seat at the island, eating the omelet Harlem had made for me before she left this morning.

“Bro, you know that’s not the point, but you hit that man with a car, then reversed and stood there. That’s some sadistic shit.”

“Almost as sadistic as sending people to his own sister’s place to do God knows what to her.”

“Who did that?” For once his know-it-all ass was thrown for a loop.

I glanced around my kitchen, eyes landing on the chilled bottle of water in front of me. I explained the situation to him only for him to be mugged up afterwards.

“I just know your invoice from B is a couple grand this month. You’ve had him all over the city.”

I chuckled because he was right. “’Bout three more and I’ll go back to the unproblematic life.”

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