Page 2 of Coming Home for Love

I gave him what he asked for.

“I’m about to cum.” He stopped playing with my clit and gripped my waist as he pumped harder into me. “Fuck.” I felt hisdick jerk inside of me before he pulled out and dropped to the bed.

I thought he would make me leave as soon as we were finished, but to my surprise, he didn’t. Instead, he said, “Lay with me, Wyn.” His honey nut brown eyes were low and red as he peered at me.

I was glad he said that because my legs would probably give out if I stood. I rested my head on the pillow, unsure if he meant to cuddle with him or just lie next to him. I didn’t want to make things weirder than they were. But it seemed like I was the only one who thought it was awkward in the first place.

“Come lay on my chest,” Osiris said and pulled me closer.

I put my head on his chest and listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat as it slowed down. He put his hands in my hair and rubbed my scalp.

We lay there in silence, as the rain continued to fall harder than it had earlier.

Listening to his heartbeat relaxed me, and I had almost fallen asleep until his voice cut through the silence.

“I know you probably heard some shit about me, and some of it may be true.” He chuckled. “But not all of it. I’m not the player everyone thinks I am. I’ve fucked a few chicks on campus, but not as many as people like to say. Some of those chicks lied because that’s what some females do.”

I lifted my head to look at him.

He smirked and pushed my head back down. “I said some. On some real shit, Wynter, I like you. I have since the first day of class, but I was too much of a pussy to approach you. The day Mr. Thomas put us together, I was psyched. I’d finally gotten the chance to talk to you without making shit weird.”

I wanted to look at him again, but I didn’t. His admission made my stomach flutter. I couldn’t believe Osiris liked me andwas intimidated by me. I wasn’t anybody special. I mean, I thought I was cute but nobody to be afraid of.

“So, was your plan to fuck me all this time?”

“Yes and no. Have I had dreams of fucking you? Of course, but I wanted more. I wanted this. Us lying here relaxing and vibing. Simple shit.”

“I’m surprised.”

Osiris’s fingers continued to massage my scalp, and I guessed he thought he was helping me relax, but there was no way I could now. Not with that revelation. I liked him, too, but I just chalked it up to a little crush.

“You shouldn’t be. You’re pretty and cool as hell.”

I was moved by his words as heat crept up my neck.

“Thank you. What does all of this mean?”

“It means I fucks with you. We can see where shit goes if you want.”

I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought about the possibility of dating Osiris. Could he be exclusive? Or did he plan on dating other people too?

“Like, exclusively?” I had to ask before I agreed and was walking around campus looking like a damn fool.

“Hell yeah. I don’t play that sharing shit, Wynter. I can’t expect you to give me something and I’m not doing the same in return.”

“Okay, we can try.”

I didn’t know if I was setting myself up for heartbreak or not, but I was willing to give it a try. That was what people did when they were young, explore relationships and shit.

“Good shit.”

For two months, Osiris’s and my situation was solid. People tried to come between us, but he always assured me I had nothing to worry about.

We had sex all the time and were pretty much glued at the hip. We studied together and were still getting good grades, so I didn’t see anything wrong with what we had going on.

One day, I woke up sick as a dog and realized I hadn’t seen my period in a month. It was then it hit me that Osiris and I never used a condom, and he came inside of me almost every time we had sex unless I was giving him head.

I raced to the bathroom and threw up everything I ate the day before. Before I overreacted, I went to the drugstore not too far from campus.

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