Page 19 of Always Been You

Terror

T he smell of coconut woke me up. A smile coated my lips before I opened my eyes. Dyami’s soft hair against my chest and feeling the weight of her soft body made me feel like I could stay here for hours.

Last night took a toll on her, and I hated the shit that was going on with her mother.

But that wasn’t going to be muddled in our love story.

We were carving one of our own, and once I put this pressure in her life, she would never place me in the same category as any other nigga she had fucked with.

I didn’t want her to feel anything other than me.

Judging by the brick sitting in my pants, that had to be very soon.

I had to make a few things shake today. My mom wanted to keep MJ.

I was going to pick him up this morning and spend a few hours with him before I took him back to Crystal.

Then I was picking Dyami’s pretty ass back up to have a night together.

“Hey, baby,” I called her as I stroked my hand down her back. Just grazing the pieces of bare flesh that weren’t covered by her tank top had me stirring. She stretched her arms up and turned back and forth like a baby just waking up. I laughed.

“What you laughing at? I’m sure it’s too early to be playing.” She greeted me with a smile, and I dropped a kiss on her lips.

“You sleep okay?” I asked.

“Perfectly.”

“You drool in your sleep.”

“No, I do not.” She said adamantly and rose slightly, but not out of my grip.

I pointed to my shirt to show her the evidence. She blushed.

“Oh.” She rose fully, and when her hand grazed across my hard dick, another “Oh.” Slipped through at a higher pitch. I took my beater off.

“Here you can wash it and keep it.”

“Oh, you don’t want to walk around with my drool on you?”

My eyes pinned her, and I stopped short of saying what I wanted. She stood and stretched toward heaven. The way her shorts were cuffing under her fat ass, I thought about seeing that ass pointed up while she had my dick in her pretty mouth. I needed to get out of here.

“I gotta go pick up MJ.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry. This was your weekend. I hope I didn’t do anything to mess with y’all’s time together.”

“My time with MJ is always my priority. My mom takes him at least once a month to spend the night with her. I get him every weekend and pick him up from school every day during the week.”

“Oh, okay. That’s beautiful.”

I nodded.

“You want some breakfast before you leave?” She asked, deliberately trying to avoid too much eye contact.

“No, I’m good, but I will be back here around five today. Don’t make any other plans.”

“I hear you.” She walked to the kitchen, and I watched her long legs move the whole way to her fridge. I walked up behind her. When she turned with the orange juice in her hand, she bumped into my solid chest.

“You scared me. How do you creep like that?” Again, she was avoiding my eyes. I tucked my hand under her chin and made her look at me.

“That ain’t for you to worry about. I gotta go, but I’ll be back. Your night belongs to me, Dyami.” I drove the point home. I kissed her lips and walked out the door.

I was able to make a few calls and tie some things together last night while Dyami was in the shower, but I had a few loose ends to tie up. She was going to have the experience she deserved.

When I got to my mom’s house, MJ had a backpack full of snacks waiting for me at the door. The feeling I always got when I saw my boy at the door waiting for me, looking out with anticipation, shot me straight in the heart. Ma ass had to keep a firm grip on his hand until I parked in the driveway.

“Daddy!” I heard him shout as soon as my feet touched the pavement.

“Let him go, Ma. He good.”

An ounce of freedom from her grip, and MJ dashed right to me.

“You had fun with Grandma?” I asked.

“Yeah, look at my bookbag. Grandma gave me some stuff.”

“I already know.”

I strapped him in his seat, waved my mother goodbye, and we hit the road.

To think about how scared I was to be a father, it was starting to get so easy.

We had a routine, and more than anything, we had a relationship.

One I cherished deeply. I wanted him to meet Dyami soon.

I knew it would happen, but I had to be careful.

Not because I was unsure, but because she was.

When she is locked in completely, I know he will love her just as I do.

“Can we go to Cedar Point today?” MJ asked. I scrunched my face and looked at him through the rearview mirror.

“What do you know about Cedar Point?”

“I saw an ad for it on YouTube when I was watching my tablet.”

“First of all, it’s eight in the morning. Cedar Point is two hours away.” I laughed.

“Okay, well, can we go to the park at least?”

“Now that one you got.”

I let my boy play around at the park for a few hours until he tired himself out.

We grabbed lunch, and I dropped him back off at his mom's, who was more amicable than usual today. I would appreciate it while it lasted because as soon as she got wind of Dyami, I’m sure it would be a hurdle to get through.

I sped through my to-do list, checking on both sides of my business, and then finished orchestrating what I needed for Dyami’s and my night. I was right back at her house as promised. When I knocked, she answered promptly.

“You never said what we were doing, so I didn’t know how to dress.” She admitted stepping back to allow me inside.

“You look perfect. This is just about us anyway.”

“So, what are we doing?” She pressed again.

“You’ll see. I would pack a bag, though. We won’t be back here until tomorrow afternoon.”

“No, Marcos. You know I have to work tomorrow.”

I reached into my pocket and brought out a knot that I meant to give her last night. She placed her hands on her hips as I extended it her direction.

“Don’t play with me. Take this shit, baby. You deserve it.” I pushed.

She snatched it out of my hand, rolled her eyes, then smiled.

“Any other questions?” I asked.

“Yeah, just tell me where we are going.” She pleaded one last time.

“I’m glad you are excited. You should be.” I slapped her ass, and she went to pack.

I checked my phone when she left the room to ensure everything was in place. The beauty of living in Michigan, surrounded by the Lakes, was that you were never too far from the water.

Growing up in the inner city, you don’t appreciate it as much as you should. The older I got and the more I travelled, I saw there was so much overlooked that people in the city never even thought about. Crazy how running drugs up the coast revealed so much to me.

It would all be for her gain. Tonight was our night.

One I had been waiting for forever, and I’d be damned if I didn’t deliver.

A night full of redemption for me. It was crazy how much I thought about the night that I left all those years ago.

That night, I begged her to stay with me when I was just 16, replayed in my mind as I took a seat.

My pulse raced as I stepped up to the hotel attendant.

Dyami waited for me in the car. I told her I had it, but to be for real, I didn’t know if I did or not.

I heard of other niggas coming up to the Howard Johnson and getting rooms. All they asked for was an ID and cash.

I had both, and when I stepped to the front of the line, I held my breath.

I slid my fake ID across the counter, paid the fee, and the attendant slid the key without even looking into my face.

“You got it?” Dyami said when I walked back to the car.

“Yeah, I told you, it wasn’t shit,” I said confidently.

When we got into the room, we were both nervous as shit, but I was determined not to let this opportunity pass me by. This was Dyami, the girl I’d liked for years, and if this was my last day with her, I wanted this.

I locked the door, and she sat on the edge of the bed.

I barely had enough courage to do it, and as soon as I turned to her, I made my move.

I tried to kiss her. She pressed her lips to mine, but her lips stayed glued tightly together when I wanted to deepen it.

She didn’t tell me to stop; in fact, she threw the covers back that were on the bed and climbed in.

I took off my shirt and climbed on top of her.

I tried to lift her shirt, but she shook her head no.

“Okay,” I said breathlessly. I rolled off of her, and she bent down and threw her pants out on the other side. I was confused as hell about what she wanted to do next. Like, sit here without pants? My hormones were running wild.

“Come on. I just don’t want you to look.”

Her words hit me like a burst of energy. I threw my pants off at record time.

“You have a condom?” She asked with the covers pulled up to her neck.

“Yes, I got you.”

I grabbed the condom out of my wallet, secured it, and got back on top of her.

What she didn’t know was that it was my first time.

A lot of chicks threw pussy at me, and the most I had gotten was head.

I wanted her to be my first. When I got on top of her, the heat from her was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life!

I wasn’t even in yet, and I was moaning like I was a little bitch.

She looked into my eyes nervously. When I pushed forward, her body pushed back, and just that little bit of friction made me betray myself. My ass blew it right there.

“Hell nah,” I said aloud. Now that shit was not my proudest moment.

“You ready?” She asked, coming back into the room cheerfully.

I told her ass not to change, but she slipped on a different dress.

A blue one that accentuated her hips and breasts.

She looked so fucking good, I lost my breath momentarily.

I know niggas say shit like that all the time, but that quickly she stole my breath.

“Stop it!” She blushed and threw her hand over her face. “Are you ready?” She asked again.

“Yeah, let’s go.”