Page 68 of Obsessive Love

“Oh God,” I moaned as he moved faster. The weight of his body against mine and the way he was fucking me had me seeing stars.

“Not quite, but close enough,” he said, kissing the shell of my ear. “Dear God, man, you did your big one with her. I never knew your plan, but I know I have nothing but respect for it. She’s perfect, even when she’s not.” He reached down and pulled my other leg up, and I wrapped it around his waist. I was damn near clinging to this man at this point. “I’ll spend the rest of my life protecting, worshiping, and breathing life into her. She will never fall with me standing behind her. I’ll be her support, her guide, and her follower. Whatever she wants, she will get; no desire will go unfulfilled.” He sped up his thrust and raised to rest his forehead against mine. His eyes were closed as if he were really praying and not fucking me senseless. “The only thing I ask you is that she loves me as I love her. Be obsessed with loving me the way I love her.” He opened his eyes, and my eyes filled with tears. “Because if she doesn’t, I won't be able to survive.”

He continued to stare down at me as he fucked me. My body got hot again, and my pussy started to spasm. Pyrite kissed me through my orgasm and his own. We were both out of breath when he finally pulled his mouth from mine. He flipped us over, and while his dick was still inside of me, he pulled the covers over our bodies and held me tight.

“We are sleeping like this,” he mumbled with sleep heavy in his voice.

“Okay,” I said, nodding. My head lay on his chest right above his heart. The steady rhythm lured me to sleep. “Say amen, Pyrite.”

“Amen,” he said, and then his snores filled the room's quietness.

“I’m pretty much finished,” I said to Yamari. Our daily conversations were starting to feel normal, as if we were back home, just busy living our lives, but still making sure we were active in each other's lives. “I have to meet with Legacy when she returns to town, but that’s it.”

“And the meeting with the W?” she asked, and I nodded. “What do you have planned?”

“A full spread, use some of the recipes that the players didn’t want to use, and knock their fucking head between the washer and dryer.”

“Hell yeah, friend,” she laughed. “That’s what I’m talking about. Show they asses that you aren’t to be fucked with.”

“Shit, by the time I’m done, they’ll be trying to book me for all their events,” I said. I packed the last of the samples in the totes that Pyrite had bought me this morning.

“And you know they will,” she agreed. “I looked at the designs you sent this morning, and I can't lie; I was impressed. Even though I’ve seen your work in person, these are different, friend. They are more detailed and look so fucking good. I can't wait to taste them.”

“The only people who’ve tried them are the players and Pyrite.”

“Speaking of Mr. Stone,” she said, playfully wiggling her eyebrows. “How are y’all getting along? He always says y’all are cool when we talk, but that’s it.”

“Y’all still talk?” I was surprised that Pyrite had given me my iPad, so he had no reason to talk to Yamari. We could talk whenever and didn’t need to use his phone.

“He calls me every damn day when I’m on the way to check on the bakery,” she said, nodding. “It's just a quick five-minute call every day.” My face twisted in confusion, and she laughed. “I don’t want your man, Fable.”

“I wasn’t thinking that,” I said, shaking my head. I took the tray to the sink and started washing it. “I’m just surprised that he continues to call, but then again, he is the owner of ‘Story Time,’ it only makes sense that he wants to check on his investment.”

“Yeah, okay,” she said. Her voice was skeptical, so I knew she didn’t believe me. “Speaking of investments, have you figured out how long it will take to pay him back?”

“No,” I sighed. “I will talk to him tonight and tell him I need a breakdown of all my expenses. I won't ever be able to get out of here if I don’t.”

“You think he’s going to let you go?” she laughed like she knew a secret I didn’t. “Friend, I love you, but-”

“Bitch nigga!” Starburst yelled as he flew into the room. I giggled and shook my head. “Bitch nigga!”

“I swear I hate that damn bird,” Pyrite said, walking into the kitchen. He wore a cream suit and a black button-down with black shoes. Like always, his hair hung freely around his face. “Lil nigga, go to your damn cage.”

“Bitch nigga!” Starburst replied as he went into his cage. Pyrite closed the door and shook his head. “Bitch!”

“Yo mama,” Pyrite countered.

“Ay!” Starburst, Watermelon, and I yelled in unison.

Starburst started bobbing his head, and Watermelon joined him.

“A fat bitch!” Starburst yelled as he paced the cage. “A fat bitch!”

“What the entire fuck?” Pyrite looked from the birds to me with a confused look. “What fucking kind of life did you live before y’all moved here?”

“A normal one,” I laughed. “Real calm, real normal.”

“Itty Bitty, your bird cusses all the fuckin’ time; ain’t no way that shit was calm or normal.”

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