Page 32 of Blind Spot
“And then there’s me,” I replied, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it into the clothes hamper.
“Yeah. You’ve always lived by your own rules.”
I scoffed again as I shook my head and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. “Nah. I lived a plan that I concocted to follow in my father’s footsteps.”
“He didn’t approve of it,” she stated.
“No. But it didn’t stop me from going that route. I’d be a lot more successful than he was if I hadn’t gotten locked up for that bullshit Ramon pulled. Aye, you mind if I take a shower in peace?”
She raised an eyebrow at me and laughed as she walked to the door. “Oh, so we’re like that now?”
“Yeah,” I replied before she closed the door behind her.
I didn’t need her around right now. The way that my feelings were growing stronger for her with each passing day wouldn’t allow me to keep my composure around her in tempting situations anymore.
If I weren’t careful, I’d fuck around and fuck her. Things had to change one way or another.
Charly and Iwent to the car wash after I got out of the shower. The sun was out, and there were quite a few people there.
I had just finished rinsing my car when water hit me in the back. I turned around only to find her aiming her hose at me.
“Aww, so you wanna play?” I turned my hose back on her and wet her up while I ran around my car to the other side. She did the same, but not before I tagged her in the ass, back, and hair.
“Not fair! You’re not supposed to get my hair wet,” she shouted.
“I know ya young ass heard that old saying, ‘Don’t start none, won’t be none.’”
“Whatever.” She disappeared, and I crept around to the other side, but her fast ass blasted me again from the back. I turned around and sprayed her with the water before she could move. I hit her in the face and chest, so all she could do was sputter.
Charly held up one hand trying to ward off the water, but she failed miserably. When baby girl fell on her ass, I turned the hose off her.
I ran to her aid as she stood up, laughing her ass off.
“I can’t stand you. Why you always gotta go overboard?” she asked.
“Because you play too much. Always starting some shit that your ass can’t finish. What I tell you ’bout writing checks yourass can’t cash?” My heart felt good because we were back on track to how we’d always been.
Rolling her eyes, she replied, “Boy, whatever.”
“I got yo’ boy.” I noticed several niggas looking in our direction, and I kept looking back at them, mugging them. But when I saw one dude point and cup his hand over his mouth, I turned back to Charly. Her damn shirt was completely see-through, and she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I pulled my T-shirt off and rushed to her.
“What’re you doing, Dom?” she asked as I grabbed her from behind and spun her away. Trying to cover her, my hands grabbed her breasts, and I could feel her nipples hard as bricks, poking me.
I tried to ignore the sensation that shot through me, but my shit bricked up and pressed against her ass.
“Oop!” Charly squealed, trying to wiggle free, but only managing to turn me on more as her ass rubbed against my erection.
“Your ass is giving a free peep show. Cover that shit up. Aye yo! What the fuck are y’all looking at? Get the fuck on!” I shouted to the few men who kept staring as I struggled to pull my wet T-shirt over hers.
When I realized that both shirts still revealed too much, I grabbed her and pressed her against me chest-to-chest. It was hard to ignore the warmth of her breath on my face, the way her eyes widened and then grew heavy with lust, or the groan that released from my throat. I pulled her with me as I walked backward to my car and grabbed the hoodie inside.
“Put this shit on!” I replied, shoving it at her.
She quickly grabbed it and pulled it over her head, but some punks kept whistling and catcalling. Shoving her toward her car and jerking the driver’s side door open, I pushed Charly inside.
“Aye! Get the fuck on before I shoot this bitch up!” I warned, pulling out my gun and holding it in the air.
