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“Can I?”
“Hell yes. That shit isn’t even a question. Call me and I’ll come.”
“I’m trying my hardest not to fall in love with you.”
“Why is that? Please don’t say time, because it doesn’t always mean shit when feelings are involved.”
“I’m scared, Terrez. Love broke me and I never want to feel that pain again. I went from grieving the loss of my mother to the loss of my marriage. Everything I worked so hard for and dreamed of came crashing down because of love. I don’t know if I can come back from that type of heartache a second time. Neither of us knows what the future holds, but I’m scared yet happy to be here with you.”
“I feel like it’s reasonable for you to feel that way, but I’m not your ex. Me and that nigga are two different types of men. Shit gets hard in any relationship, but it’s how you go about it that matters. Believe me when I say dude gon’ regret ending his marriage for something that could’ve been resolved. All I’m askin’ is for you to trust me and I got you. If I ever wake up and decide this isn’t what I want, I promise to communicate that with you.”
Tears skated down my cheeks as I lay in his lap with my eyes closed. I truly had no clue what the hell I was doing right now. A man should’ve been the last thing on my mind right now. Terrez had this aura about him that I couldn’t shake. Call me dumb, but I believed every word he spoke. I never brought up the encounter between Brevin and me, so he didn’t even know that part of his statement had come to pass. I trusted Terrez, but would do things differently this time around and have a plan.
“I trust you,” I whispered.
Leaning down, Terrez wiped my tears and kissed my forehead. This man was so damn fine that I couldn’t help but admire his chocolate self.
“Good. Welcome to Death Row, baby,” he said, making me laugh. “But seriously, DP has some events coming up that I want you and lil momma to come to. The block party will have kids of all ages from the community comin’ out. We like to do it big when we give back. You down? I’m ready to show my woman off.”
“I’m down as long as you’re sure it’ll be safe.”
“Always, baby. I told you safety comes first. But let me walk you to the room. I’m about to go handle some business. Hopefully I won’t have to be out too long tonight.”
The two of us stood from the couch and walked to my room. When we stepped inside, Terrez helped me into bed and kissed my lips. Trying my luck, I grabbed his waistline and tugged athis basketball shorts. When that big Black dick was exposed, I stroked it until he was completely hard. Once it was standing at attention, I crawled to the edge of the bed and took him into my mouth. Doing my best to swallow him whole, I closed my eyes and got in my zone. I hadn’t done this in so long, but from the way Terrez was trying to hold his moans back, I knew I still had it.
“Shit. You don’t have a gag reflex, girl?”
Instead of answering him verbally, I tightened my jaws and sucked him harder.
Giving him head was supposed to be just that but turned into something much more. The two of us ended up going at it for over an hour. By the time I’d gotten out of the shower and Terrez had left, I was tired as hell. I could already feel tonight would be some of the best sleep I’d gotten in a while.
Chapter 10
Terrez
“I should layyour big ass out. You haven’t come by to check on me in how many weeks?” my mother complained.
Since I knew she’d bring it up, I’d already come prepared with gifts in hand. Going so long without seeing her wasn’t something I normally did. Between the shit going on in the streets and being under Shalene, time had gotten away from a nigga.
“My bad, Momma. I won’t go that long again. Just been a little busy,” I said as I embraced her.
When I pulled away, she held her hand out for the bag I was holding. Deborah Blakewood bought herself nice things all the time, but I enjoyed adding to her designer bag collection from time to time.
“Oh, this my ‘shut up’gift?”
“Nah. This just because I love you.” I laughed.
“Mmmhmm. Get in this house and fix you a plate. I made steak and baked potatoes.”
“Aw shit, you already knew what was up,” I said as I rubbed my hands together like Birdman.
Although my mother didn’t care if I cursed in her presence, I tried not to. But there were times like now when the words would slip out.
“Boy, please. I cooked for my man, but there happened to be leftovers.”
“Why you keep callin’ bruh your man? He put a ring on it yet?”
“Dating comes before the ring, son. Plus, it’s only been six months. Andrew is a good man. You’d see that if you took the time to get to know him,” she countered.
