Heels of Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series) (10 page)

He finally looked up when it slowed down. He searched the crowd, and then his eyes landed on mine. He gave me a big grin and started chanting something that sounded like Poke. They sung the name repeatedly throughout the crowd. All of a sudden, a man who looked identical to all of them ran from behind the tent and took Jyme’s spot. The crowd whined and shouted, NO!!!! Jyme smiled and placed both hands over his heart. The women fucking lost it then. I hate to admit it, but I was a little disappointed for his departure as well. That was until he nodded for me to follow.

I pushed through the crowd with Chelle and Ayashe on my heels. The guy with the mic looked us over, and then Kanoke chanted something at him. He opened the small gate for us to pass through. We went around the back and a saw a mobile home stretched out, the door wide open. As we stepped up into the mobile home, the wood grain almost blinded us. The mobile home was kickass, and it had all the trimmings. Two guys dressed in the same identical gear as everyone else sat in front of a big flat screen, playing some gaming system. Ayashe called out to one of them, and he stood and walked towards her. He hugged her and nuzzled his nose into her hair. Chelle walked over to the dining area with Ayashe. I stood in the kitchen and heard, “pissst.” I turned completely around and saw a cracked door. Then, a finger beckoned me. I went to the door and was yanked in. I was pressed against a wall, and then I felt his wet skin all over me.

Jyme had showered and was not wearing anything but a towel. His hair was wet and wild. His hands and fingers searched for any gathering of my skin.

“I missed you, Cricket,” he growled.

“I missed you, too.”

Jyme licked and sucked on both of my ears, and it drove me crazy. He squeezed both cheeks of my butt. I reached under his towel. He froze and pulled back from me. He saw that look in my eyes, and I didn’t say a word. He reached over and locked the door then led me over to the bed with him. He sat down and pulled me on top of him. I could feel him straight through the thick fluffy towel.

I bent down to kiss him, but he drew back. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered. I nodded at him, still trying to meet my lips with his. He pulled back again, and I closed my eyes, I tried to push down the heat coming from that juicy place.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he whispered. I obeyed, and his face was calm and soothing. He wrapped both arms around me. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he explained.

“K,” I breathed.

“We’re not going to do
that
here.”

My mouth fell open, and I sucked in a breath.

“We can do
some
things here, but not that,” he stated.

I was still shocked; I couldn’t believe he was setting me up for failure.

“Don’t worry,” he said. He pressed my worry line flat on my forehead. “I’m gonna hook you up,” he assured.

“Now?”

“Right now.”

I wore a white, V-neck t-shirt with a pair of khakis shorts. I still had my dark denim jacket and Ugg boots on. Now, I could never ever get away with an outfit like this back home, but this was the norm here. I pulled my jacket off and let it drop to the floor. I stood up and pulled my shorts off and repositioned myself right back over him. He pulled both of my cups down from my black lacy bra. He started sucking and biting, and I bit back my moans. His hands cupped both cheeks of black lacy panties. He slipped a finger in and then another. He pushed his fingers in and out and in and out. I was going crazy straddled on top of him. He was still calm and cool, and I was loving having that shit.

I opened his towel, and I literally had to use both hands to massage him. He closed his eyes and parted his lips a little. The more aggressive I got, the more he liked it. I licked both of my hands thoroughly, and he watched me with wide eyes. “Cricket,” he called out.

I went right back to work on him, and he started squinting. His fingers slowed, and I started rubbing up against them myself. This was making me so hot, and I knew I only had maybe about a minute left. “Oh…Oh God,” I whispered.

“Wait for me,” he breathed. My head was spinning, and I was feeling so light headed. I knew it was about to happen and oh my, it was going to be a good one. “I…I can’t, I can’t,” I whined.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait.” his mouth and eyes opened wide. He moved his fingers as if they were on a mission now. “Okay, come on,” he whispered.

I dropped my forehead down onto his. We were both panting and sweating. Jyme turned my head, and now his lips were against my ear. I didn’t know what he was about to say, but his breath up against my ear was going to be the end for me.

“Cricket,” he growled.

“Oh God, Jyme. I’m cumming,” I whined.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he strained.

I gripped him so hard and tight now; he raised us both from the bed, turned us around, and then my back pressed against the bed. He was grinding into me so hard. We couldn’t get close enough; we both tugged and pulled at each other. Both of us were so crazed and hungry for the other. We were now humping like horny teenagers. He yanked my head to the side and sucked my ear lobe, and that was it for me. He pulled back a little and started murmuring in my ear.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, oh GOD yes!” I shuddered.

Jyme followed right behind me; he buried his head in between my breasts, and I couldn’t move. He let me shower first and then got back in. I clung to the big fluffy towel for dear life. He had entered the bathroom buck naked without a courtesy knock. I was not ready for him to see all of this yet. I slid back on my stain-free panties underneath the towel and carefully put on the rest of my attire. I had to use one of Jyme’s ponytail holders to pull my hair up. Wearing it down was no longer an option.

I stepped out of the bedroom, and there was not a soul in the mobile home. I pulled my phone out, and I had a message from Chelle. We went to get something to eat in the market. Jyme came out of the bedroom, pulling me against him. He wore a black t-shirt and denim jeans.

“Did you mean it?” he asked. I could taunt and play around with him, but I could tell this was not the time or place. There was something there in his eyes that warned me not to.

“Yes.”

Just then, someone burst through the door; one of the guys dressed identically to everyone else entered. “Man that was the easiest three hundred bucks I’ve ever made,” he explained.

One of the two guys behind him said, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” They all froze when they saw Jyme and me standing in the kitchen. They started backing up and apologizing saying, “Sorry Lil Samson.”

“You cool,” he answered.

Two of the guys looked everywhere but at us, they sat down on the couch connected to the wall. The first guy that burst through the door just starred at us. He finally shifted and turned when one of the guys behind him cleared his throat. He walked over towards the fridge and pulled out a soda. There was an awkward silence in the mobile home. I gave Jyme a kiss and told him I was going to go find the girls.

“Let me get some shoes.” He left me standing in the kitchen with the two guys watching a documentary. They both looked bored and out of place. I stepped out the mobile home and shut the door.

As soon as I turned the corner to the side of the tent, Jyme called out to me. I spun around and ran smack into him.

“Why did you leave?”

“I just stepped out to get some air.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” I answered. I pulled out my phone and texted Chelle. She told me they were on their way back. After a few silent and very awkward minutes between Jyme and I, staring at everything but each other, I saw Chelle and Ayashe walking back up to us. I started walking towards them, and Jyme pulled me back.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I lied.

“Did I do something?”

“No, nothing,” I said.

Chelle and Ayashe walked up. “Chelle, this is Jyme: Jyme, this is my bestie, Chelle.” They shook hands and then we all stood there in silence. “Well, we better go,” I said. Chelle and Ayashe looked weirdly at me, and then they turned away from Jyme and me. “Call me later?”

Jyme shook his head slowly, and I started to walk away from him. I made it maybe two steps, and he stepped in front of me, making me stop in my tracks. The tears were just surfacing, and he knew it.

“What the fuck did I do?” he pleaded.

“Nothing,” I rolled my eyes.

“You didn’t mean it.”

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I asked. He nodded a slow nod, and I speed walked to catch up with Chelle and Ayashe. No one said a word until we got to the car.

“Cricket, I’ve never seen you this emotional over a guy. What the hell happened?” Chelle asked.

“I don’t know why I’m so emotional about him. He is just so different from anybody I’ve ever met. The way he makes me feel it scares me so much. I like him too much.” I cried.

“What’s wrong with that?” Chelle said.

“He just, he’s just…” I choked.

“Obsessive and over the top, and you’re in love with him.” Ayashe said.

I watched her in the rearview mirror, and she was staring out the window.

“What?” Chelle asked.

“She thinks they’re moving way too fast,” Ayashe said in a dry tone.

“Cricket, do you love him? Wait. Tell me exactly what happened in there,” Chelle asked.

I filled her in.

“And then,” Chelle asked.

I filled her in some more.

“And then,” Chelle asked again.

Chapter 5

Girlfriend

W
e made it back to the condo, and I hopped into the shower. I tried to wash away all the pain I was feeling. Everything was happening too fast, and I couldn’t breathe. Jyme didn’t understand that I had recently broken a one-year engagement. I was nowhere ready for another one. Beyoncé was singing from my cell, and that just made me cry harder. I stayed in the shower until the water turned cold. I stepped out and wrapped my robe around me. I pulled my phone off the counter and opened the bathroom door. Someone had his or her finger pressed down on the doorbell. I went to door and looked out the peephole, and there he stood. I opened the door wide, so he could enter. He walked in, not saying a word to me. He went and sat on my bed with his head in his hands. I shut my eyes and shook my head.
Unfuckingbelievable,
I was going to kill Chelle.

I sat right beside him on the bed. We sat there in silence for a while, and then he finally looked over at me. His eyes were swollen and red; that image right there made my heart melt. I’ve never had man shed tears over me before.

“I’m sorry” he squinted.

I could tell this man had been hurt to the core and he needed this in his life right now. And I could give this to him; I mean, it’s just a little title how much harm could that do? “I’m your girlfriend” I assured him.

He pulled me onto his lap. And we sat there forehead to forehead for a moment. My stomach growled so fucking loud that I couldn’t do anything but cover my face.

“WOW,” he laughed.

I was so embarrassed, and I had nowhere to hide.

“Let’s get something in that belly.”

I wore my new dolman wedge sweater and I pulled on a pair of skinny jeans. I slid into some nude platforms and placed two pearl studs in my ear. I wore my rhinestone banana clip again, with a huge rose ring. Jyme wore a rust color sweater with denim jeans. He had light brown boots and a light brown jacket to match his ensemble. Chelle text me and said everyone was downstairs parked on the street. Jyme and I went down to meet up with everyone. We all ended up pilling into the Expedition and still had room to spare. Chelle, Kanoke, Ayashe, Sheen, and Poke all sat in the back. We went to a Moroccan restaurant called Marrakesh. Jyme said he had already ordered our meal. We were getting something called the Mechoui plus water and wine to drink. We had to sit on the floor, and it was the coolest thing ever.

Once our food arrived, the half-naked belly dancers appeared. They wore jeweled bras with bright wrapped skirts. None of them wore shoes and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. There was so much food on the table, and we laughed for the rest of the night. Every time we emptied a bottle of wine, another would appear. Chelle stood up with the belly dancers, and they taught her how to belly dance but with all the alcohol in her system, it didn’t look too good. Jyme took care of the bill and we made him let us take care of the tip.

We loaded back up into the Expedition and Jyme made us all buckle in. I thought for a second; everyone else had wine or beer, but Jyme drank nothing but water and tea.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Yes, boyfriend!” I yelled a little too loudly.

Jyme dropped the boys off at the hotel and Chelle and Ayashe got out with them.

“HEY! Where are you Tricks going?” I yelled out the window.

“We’re staying here, Ho!”

“Bye then.” I yelled back.