Page 22 of The Deed to a Gangsta's Heart

“What?”

“This is serious!”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“The hell it’s not. That wasn’t normal. Best friends don’t… pleasure themselves in front of each other. And they for damn sure don’t lick each other’s… essence.”

“Oh, soI’mthe weird one now?”

“I’m just saying. If you played with your dick in front of me—”

My voice lowered an octave when I asked, “You wouldn’t taste me, Callie?”

Callie blinked rapidly and swallowed hard. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’d swallow every drop of your cum.”

A low moan escaped me, and my dick instantly hardened. Pulling it out of my boxers, I stroked it.

“Spit on it,” I commanded.

She did. To my surprise, she replaced my hand with hers. Our eyes remained locked as she stroked me until I came. And as she said she would, she swallowed every fucking drop. Before I could fully even process what was happening, she hopped out of bed again. This time, not even the rolling thunder was enough to get her to stay in my room.

For a while, I wrestled with if I wanted to go after her or not. She responded the way I thought she would, but the sexual act was a welcomed surprise. It was clear she wanted me but was either afraid to or didn’t want to.

A million questions swirled in my mind. Did she not want to because of our friendship? Did she not want tobecause of my past? Did she not want to because she didn’t believe I was good enough for her?

Tonight wasn’t the time to try and dissect that, so instead of going after her, I showered, rolled up a blunt, cut the TV on, and got back in bed.

15

Callie

6:30 AM

My plan wasto get my coffee and leave before Remedy woke up. I couldn’t get last night off my mind. I was shocked to hear what I’d done when I was drunk but I wasn’tcompletelysurprised. He knew how I got when I was drunk. Granted, I didn’t realize I was that far beyond my limit. It had been so long since I’d had moonshine, and I didn’t take into consideration how strong it was and how quickly it snuck up on you. Usually, I never got drunk unless I was with my man.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Remedy’s dick. How quickly things took a turn. One second, I was drowning in shame and the next I was stroking his dick. God. It was curved perfectly and the perfect length. He was long and veiny like I loved. It took everything inside of me not to takehim into my mouth, but I received great pleasure swallowing his seeds.

I also received great pleasure hearing his moans and choppy breaths. My eyes squeezed shut as I shivered. Sliding my hand down my throat, I swallowed hard as flashes of his body jerking as he came filled my mind.

“Mornin’.”

At the sound of his voice, I jumped and turned. He looked edible in low hanging pajama pants. His hat was pulled low as he eyed me. For the first time, I felt vulnerable under his stare. Remedy closed the space between us. I held my breath as he reached around me and poured himself a cup of coffee. I thought I was addicted to it, but he had me beat, because he had two or three cups a day.

Our eyes were locked as he poured the warm liquid into the mug I was about to use. I had to keep myself from licking his chest. He smelled so good. I loved when he wore Bleu de Chanel cologne.

“How’d you sleep, pookie?”

“Tossed and turned all night.”

He smiled and licked his lips. “Why’s that?”

“I uh…” Clearing my throat, I looked back to see what else he had to do. “I think it’ll probably be best if we don’t talk about last night. It should just be a onetime thing that we forget happened.”

Remedy dropped his arms briefly, allowing me to put space between us. As I walked closer to the stove he asked, “Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee?”

“Please.”

“Are you attracted to me?”

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