Page 123 of Dizzy

We’re quiet a while, soakin’ in the sunshine. It’s the kind of early May day that’s bright but cool. Everything’s chatterin’. The birds. The crickets. The females and the old dudes at the horseshoe pits.

A glorious day. I’m a blessed man.

And then a whistle rings out in the yard, and the chattering turns to hoots and hollers.

“It’s Fay-Lee, ain’t it?” I try hard to fight the grin. I been grillin’ a while now. I figured she’d be demandin’ my attention sooner or later.

“Ayup.”

I look where folks are pointing. She hanging out an upstairs window, unbuttoning her shirt.

“Who wants to see my tits?” she shouts. Thank goodness Ernestine herded all the kids inside a few minutes ago to wash their hands and get sundaes.

There’s a hue and cry. I slap the tongs in Charge’s hands. “Give ‘em a minute or two then turn ‘em.”

She takes off her shirt, swings it in the air, and lets it fly. She’s wearin’ her white lace bra with the little pink rosebud.

“Hurry up, sugar!” Grinder shouts. “Dizzy’s headin’ up!”

I’ll beat his ass once I’m done with Fay-Lee’s.

She smiles at me, easing her hands behind her back, widening her eyes each time she pops a clasp.

“Get outta that window, baby!”

“Make me!” She holds the bra to her chest and lets the straps fall down. “Oops.”

“Heads down, motherfuckers, or I’m collectin’ eyeballs when I get back out here!” There’s a chorus of tough talk and laughter, but I make note of who listens and who don’t.

I bust through the door and pound up the stairs, grinnin’ from ear-to-ear. By the time I reach the room—the same one I found her in that first day we met, although it’s been redone since then—she’s naked and bent over the bed, ass high in the air, gigglin’.

I crack her ass cheek with one hand while I unzip my pants with the other. She shrieks, tilting her hips for more.

She loves it. She loves me. It’s a miracle.She’sa miracle.

Thwack. Thwack. I make that ass wobble, leave a handprint I’ll admire later. Maybe make her show everyone. Remind them so there is no doubt she belongs to me.

She’s panting, her hand shoved between her legs. I let the next one catch wind, and she shrieks as my palm makes contact. Then she kind of shakes her head and scrambles forward on the bed. I drag her back.

“Uh, uh, baby. You’re gonna take what you asked for.”

“Leave off, Dizzy. I got to—ouch!” She swats at my hand and flips to her back. “Hold up.Broccoli! Orange Crush!Fuck!”

I squeeze in one last slap, and I quit. The current safe word’sparmesan, but she’s always forgettin’ it and changing it. She knowshold onorstopworks just fine.

“I wanted to tell you something.”

“That why you decide to hang out the window and strip for the whole damn club?”

“I needed your undivided attention.”

“My ears work fine.”

She pouts, scooting up to the head of the bed. I sit at the foot. She’s adorable. I love the scar at the corner of her mouth. I love her big brown eyes and her long black hair and her stubborn chin. I love her pointy elbows and her long legs.

“Well? You gonna tell me what’s so important that I had to leave Charge Denney with the brats and come up here?”

She chews her bottom lip, glancing up at me from under thick lashes. “I changed my mind.”

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