Page 38 of Suleem and Yahzi
I pushed back against him. “You don’t want to share with me?”
“Keep playing and I’m gonna be sharing this dick instead of sharing food.”
Before I could respond, they motioned to Suleem that our order was ready. After he grabbed the plastic bag with our food containers, we were on our way to his car. As soon as we were settled, I kicked off my sandals and pulled my legs up, crossing them at the ankles. He handed me the bag and I set it between my legs while he pulled away from the block.
“This is my favorite car.”
He nodded but kept his eyes on the road. “You love that old school shit.”
As much as he loved this car, I knew part of the reason he purchased it was because I fell in love with it first. It looked a lot different today than it had when he purchased it four years agofrom a classic car show he took me to, but it still had the same memories attached.
“You about to take me for a drive?”
Suleem turned his eyes on me briefly. “You gonna feed me?”
I grinned and nodded before I reached in the bag and opened one of the food containers. He turned left on Cambridge while I unwrapped one of the po’boys and extended it across the car so he could take a bite.
I enjoyed one right after then reached for my sweet tea, taking a sip before I grabbed some fries and shoved them in my mouth.
“So good.”
He frowned when he bent the corner of Highland. “You gon’ let me get some?
“You can have anything you want from me.”
“You’re playing with your freedom, Yah.” His eyes moved over me possessively.
My smile surfaced quickly. “How? Am I not free with you?”
“Free with me yeah, but the world will know you’re locked down. When you’re in my care, no one else has access but you will never be lacking a damn thing.”
“That sounds like you want control over my life,” I said, compressing the smile that threatened to surface.
Suleem was a force. I never played with the reality of or confused the type of man he was but I also knew despite the dirt and blood on his hands, at the core I could count on him being a man who loved those who were worthy hard, and I was the one he deemed worthy. This man would submit to me, give me every piece of himself until he no longer had possession of what he valued, as long as I was happy, healthy, and his. The only thing I would have to give in return was my love and loyalty.
He already had both…
“I’m here to handle all the shit that threatens that pretty ass smile of yours. I don’t need to control you, Yah. You’ll stay because you know it’s the only place you should be.”
For the next thirty minutes, Suleem drove us around the city. We ate and vibed. There was something so perfect about just existing. Suleem was sexy as hell, slouched down in the driver’s seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other in his lap gripping his dick while he pointed out everything that shifted in the three years I was gone.
So much had changed but the core of our city was the same and held so many memories that had me in my feelings.
“I missed this.”
Suleem lifted his hand and traced the curve of my jaw with his thumb. “Enough to make me not miss you anymore?”
Are you staying…
He didn’t have to ask the question, I felt it.
“I don’t know, that depends on whether or not you’re giving me a reason to stay.”
He smiled sexily, then made a right on Prospect Ave which took us to the park. He found a spot near the courts. It was empty because everyone who typically balled here was at the block party. As soon as my eyes were on him in challenge he dropped his seat back a little more and pointed to his lap.
“Come see me for a minute.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Absolutely not.”
