Page 37 of Blind Spot
Chapter 12
Dominic
All morning, Charly dominated my thoughts. All afternoon, I fought the desire to text or call her. At four on the dot, I packed up all the equipment, said goodbye to my co-workers, and returned the truck to the shop.
At 4:55, I was in my car, headed home. I felt like a simp, listening to LL’s “I Need Love,” and Tupac’s “Can U Get Away.” I had that shit on repeat the entire drive home, until I had to sit in the car for an extra fifteen minutes so that I could smoke a blunt and chill.
That shit hadn’t ever been me. No woman had me sapped out the way Charly did. Even in the earlier years when I was feeling her, I would get with another girl to push thoughts of Charly aside.
I knew that I shouldn’t have gone there with her last night, but it was inevitable. When I didn’t make my move before I went to prison, I should have given up the idea of getting with her after she’d been with Ramon. I knew that this would only create beefs in my family and would force everyone to choose sides. I hated that shit, but it was inevitable because I wasn’t giving her up.
I held the smoke inside for several seconds before I slowly blew it out. I put the blunt out and climbed out of the car. We needed to talk about what was going on between us and level set our expectations. After having sex last night, we hadn’t really discussed anything. We lay in the bed longer and kissed and touched until she fell asleep.
At some point, she had gotten up to shower, but I remained in bed, still half asleep. When I woke up and showered this morning, she had already returned to her bedroom, and she was out like a light. I didn’t want to disturb her, and she was still asleep when I left.
I knew Charly, and she could get in her head about some shit. I didn’t want her to do that about this. As much as I tried to stay away from her over the years so that I didn’t fuck up our friendship, I knew that in time, I would lose my self-discipline where she was concerned. Being around Charly was like playing with fire, especially the way we freely undressed or walked around each other with barely any clothes on. That shit had been happening since our teen years.
After last night, there was no way that I could go back to anything less than what we’d shared. I wanted her desperately. Even as I jogged up the steps to my apartment, I found myself tugging my dick, ordering him to stay down. I wanted to be between her thighs, and I wanted to do what we hadn’t done last night. I wanted her to sit on my face and slide that pussy all over my lips and nose. I wanted to smell like Charly everywhere I went. Yeah, she had my head all types of fucked up.
“Hey,” she greeted as I walked in the door.
“Wassup,” I replied, setting my keys on the foyer table as I removed my jacket to hang in the closet.
“I made us some Philly steaks for dinner, if you’re hungry.”
“I was thinking that I might need to shower first, and then I can eat.”
“Okay.” She watched me closely as I walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Her eyelids were heavy as she bit on her bottom lip, and I wondered if she was feeling what I was.
I untwisted the cap, pulled the bottle up to my lips, and turned to stare at her as I chugged the water down. She didn’t back down but kept looking at me like she wanted me to do something to her little ass.
When I finished my water, I screwed the cap back on and tossed the bottle into the recycling can. “Keep looking at me like that, and you’re gonna start some trouble you don’t want.”
“What if I do want it?” she asked with a smirk.
“Let me shower up first.”
“Didn’t you shower at the shop when you returned the truck?”
We took decontamination showers after we finished cleaning a site, but I always came home and took another one when that was finished. It was seldom that I didn’t follow protocol first before leaving the job, and Charly knew it.
“Yeah, I took one.”
“Then I don’t see why you need to wait,” she declared, walking toward me sexily. She wore a pair of black leggings and a tank top. I could tell that she had no bra on based on the way her nipples poked through the fabric.
I walked up to her and grabbed her thick, fat ass and pulled her closer to me. Leaning down, I kissed her lips softly and sucked on the plump bottom one. “How ’bout you join me in the shower?” I suggested in a low voice.
“Now that . . . sounds like . . . proper protocol,” she agreed between kisses.
I reached down and lifted her once more, loving how easily she locked her legs around my waist. We kissed as I walked us to my bathroom, where I undressed, and she followed suit. Charly turned on the water while I grabbed towels and washcloths.She stood underneath the showerheads, letting them drench her from head to toe, when I returned with our washcloths.
“What have you been up to all evening, beautiful?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her back and kissing her neck as she dropped her head back.
“Waiting for you.”
“Why?” I asked as I trailed my lips down between her cleavage.
“Hoping to explore more of what we experienced last night.”
