Page 21 of The Deed to a Gangsta's Heart

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.” She snuggled against me and tossed her leg over me. “Can I sleep with you tonight? I’m scared.”

As I wrapped my arms around her, I kissed her forehead. “You know you never have to ask.” A beat of silence passed before I asked, “Whose bed were you crawling into while you were in Memphis?”

“My boyfriend when I had one. When I was single, Luci’s.” Her giggle made me chuckle. “Why? You jealous?”

“Maybe. I like being your protector.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I always wished they were you.”

“Mhm. Now you just stroking my ego.”

“I’m serious, pooh!”

I felt myself blushing and couldn’t believe such simple words could have that kind of power over me. “You feeling better?” I asked, tightening my grip around her.

“Yes.” She kissed my chest. “Thank you.”

“Always. You know I got you.”

I thought back to my conversation with Armor earlier and decided to talk to her about it. It had been driving me crazy. She woke up the next morning and acted as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I hadn’t been able to get the night out of my head. It played on constant repeat. All I could hear was the sound of her moans and wet pussy. All I could taste was her cum. I couldn’t imagine how sprung I’d be if we had sex, and that caused me to question if we even needed to take it to that level.

“I wanna ask you something, and I don’t want you to get embarrassed.”

“Oh God. What is it?”

“The night we went to the car show… You don’t remember how the night ended?”

“No. I don’t remember anything after the actual race. Why? Did I do something crazy?”

“Uh… Depends on your definition of crazy.” I laughed. Thunder cracked the sky. She tensed, and I held her closer. Rubbing my hands up and down her back, I kissed the top of her head. “You’re safe, pookie.”

She released a shaky breath. “Talk to me. Tell me what I did that night.”

“Well, you climbed into the back seat and played with your pussy.”

She shot up. “What?” Her tone was low and clipped as she clutched her chest. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nah.” I sat up and leaned against the headboard. “I wouldn’t joke about no shit like that.”

“Oh my God.” She covered her face with her palms as her head shook. “I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I was so drunk that I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah, I knew you were drunk as soon as you did that shit. Then you passed out.”

I laughed and lowered her hands from her face.

“Did you… did we…”

“We didn’t have sex. We didn’t kiss. I didn’t touch you. Well… I licked your cum off your fingers but that was it.”

I couldn’t quite describe the sound she released but it made me laugh. Callie hopped out of bed, but the sound of thunder and strike of lightning made her hop right back inside. It took everything inside of me not to laugh harder. She was clearly in distress. This was the perfect time to have this conversation because the storm was the only thing keeping her from leaving.

We stared at each other with only the stars, moon, and streetlights brightening the room.

“For what it’s worth, you taste good.”

“Remedy!” She hit my chest and I chuckled.

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