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“I’m not going to mess your head up.” I bent down and kissed him before stepping from between his legs and moving to the side.
“Hold up, take your pants off.”
“I’m cutting your hair, we’re not fucking.”
He chuckled, then smiled in a way that exposed the gold outlined canines from his grill and yanked at his beard, fixing his eyes on me. It was so damn sexy when he did that.
“I’m not trying to fuck. I’m just in my feelings and shit. You been cutting niggas’ hair for the past three years. You not gonnagive me the same shit you gave them, so take your pants off. I want to watch that ass move while you’re doing your thing.”
“You’re so extra.”
I put my clippers down, then pushed my leggings over my thighs and down my legs before I stepped out of them, leaving me in a pair of panties. My shirt was still knotted on the side, so my ass was on full display. I turned and bent over, touching my toes, right in front of him, giving Suleem a full view and he grabbed my cheeks, digging his fingers into my skin before he kissed them both.
“Being extra? Nah. Taking extra? Hell yeah.”
After I stood up again, I moved around him and lifted my clippers. “Happy now?”
“I’m cool, long as you get me right.”
“I told you I got you.”
When I tilted his head and got to work, I bit down on my lip, concentrating while I worked my magic. Between fading his sides, I massaged his scalp with my other hand and raked my fingers through his hair, letting my nails drag over his scalp. I also made sure I was close enough to let my body brush against his back, arms, and shoulders.
Suleem remained quiet the entire time but I felt his eyes on me whenever I was in his peripheral or direct line of sight. When I had to move between his legs to line him up, his hands started at my thighs then pushed up to my ass, holding me in place while I carefully edged him up.
Once I was done, I put the clippers on the counter and lifted the brush to remove the extra hair before gathering the towel. “I’m done, you want to go see?”
He raked his fingers over his waves and lifted from the chair. I followed him into the bathroom and hopped onto the counter while he leaned toward the mirror, turning his head from side toside, dropping his chin to check out my work. I knew I had skills but I was still nervous as hell waiting for his approval.
“You’re not gonna say anything?” He smirked and stepped between my legs, spreading my thighs.
“You did your thing. My tape is a little crooked but I fucks with it.”
“It is not.” I smiled and he chuckled, placing his palms flat on the counter so his face was level with mine.
“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. You got skills.”
“Thank you.” I looped my arms around his neck and accepted the kiss he delivered, dragging my nails through his hair and over his scalp.
“You gonna wash it for me?”
I nodded.
“Aight, come on then, so I can dig in them guts before we head out.”
He pecked my lips before he turned the shower on. I should have told him no because I knew good and damn well I wasn’t going to be worth shit after he was done with me and that might mean being a no-show for Miss Chandra’s reception.
When we were done with our shower, I sat on the bed and moisturized my body, feeling content and freshly fucked, but the high ended as quickly as it came when Suleem got a call which pissed me off and sent me into panic mode at the same time. A call that shouldn’t have ended up on his phone and should have come to mine, which meant he had some explaining to do. But that would have to wait because right now my mother was the priority.
Chapter 8
Suleem
Yahzi didn’t say shit to me the entire drive to the assisted living facility where her mom was and still hadn’t said a damn thing to after we walked inside and waited to be checked in.
I had yet to explain why Blue Haven Assisted Living hit my line after they couldn’t reach her because her old device was still powered off and in my drawer. I hadn’t thought about that damn phone since I purchased Yahzi a new one from Chantel to stop that East Street nigga from blowing her up. I let her have her moment because she was worried. We could argue this shit out later, after we knew her mom was good.
I knew my baby. Her silence was an expression of her anger. When she couldn’t process her emotions, she shut down and that was where we currently were.
