Page 23 of B.D.E: Falling Hard For A BBW

Her eyes danced a little like she was nervous now. She grabbed her fork, pushing her food around a little bit.

“Don’t laugh,” she said.

I smirked. “No promises.”

She rolled her eyes. “I was thinking maybe later… I could give you a little spa treatment.”

“A what?”

“You know, wash your hair, and give you two braids. Something simple but very therapeutic.”

I sat back in the chair and rubbed my hand across my braids. My shit was looking crazy, and it had been weeks since I’d kidnapped Stephanie to handle it. Shit had been crazy lately and getting my hair done was the furthest thing from my mind.

“Shit… I don’t know Specs. I’ve only ever let one person put they hands in my head. You trying to fuck my shit up huh?”

“For your information, I’ve braided plenty of my dolls hair when I was younger, so I know a little something, plus, I know how to deep condition and treat my own hair so yours won’t be much different.

” She sat her fork done, tilting her head.

“And while we are on the subject, how did a woman get close enough to be able to braid your hair? I could’ve sworn you said you didn’t allow people to touch you…

unless that was a lie. Where you trying to finesse me just to get in my pan?—"

I chuckled. “Let’s be clear baby girl. Me getting that pussy had nothing to do with me trying to finesse you. You just succumbed to a real nigga being in your presence, so I knew you eventually would’ve given it to me. Being untouched was just a plus,” I said cockily.

She rolled her eyes. “Yea whatever, Roman.”

Down boy!

My dick twitched at the sound of my government name rolling off her tongue. I had to mentally talk him down before I could even respond to her.

“Nah, but on some real shit. I been letting her treat and braid my hair for years and the shit just fit,” I shrugged.

“How so?” she questioned.

“I pick her up from her shop, blindfold her and bring her back to my secluded spot. She washed my shit, treat it, braid it, then drain my dick before I take her back,” I said.

She looked shocked at my bluntness, but I didn’t have shit to hide that I was ashamed of.

“Wh- at do you mean… drain your D?”

I laughed hard at how she was using code words for dick like we were little kids or some shit. I fucked with Specs though, because she was green to a lot of shit, dick being one of them.

“I mean… she sucked my DICK, Specs. My shit too big to be referenced as a D, love.”

“You know what I meant, asshole. So, you just let her suck your dick and do your hair?” She said with a hint of jealousy. It was cute seeing her be jealous for her nigga that she didn’t know was her nigga, yet.

“I mean, yeah. I paid her too, but it’s not like I asked for the shit. First time she did it, I was bout ready to shoot her ass but the shit was fire, so I didn’t trip.” I said, nonchalantly. She grabbed a napkin and swatted at me.

“You are ridiculous.”

I shrugged, “Shit, I’m honest, baby. I know you be reading about niggas getting their dick licked in them lil’ books.”

She burst out laughing, letting me know that I was right. Her laugh sounded so full and natural, it made my chest feel funny.

“I don’t even know how to do that,” she said through her laughter.

“Well,” I said, leaning in. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ma teach you.”

She nodded shyly, looking away and biting her lip. She finally picked up her fork to finish her food as we ate in a comfortable silence.

“So, it’s a yes to your hair, right?

“Shit, I guess, but don’t fuck my shit up Specs. I like to look good when I end muthafuckas.”

“Okay, okay,” She squealed then jumped up from the table and rushed to the back. Shit like this was not a big deal for me but she was so excited about something as small as doing my hair, so I rocked with it.

Specs, sat cross-legged behind me on the couch as her fingers glided through my hair.

She took her time washing, conditioning and detangling my shit with some products that she apparently packed before we left her place.

She also had oils, leave in conditioners and hair clips…

all the shit I didn’t care to understand but appreciated.

She gently parted my hair with a rattail comb, humming low under her breath to that same song I’d heard her hum when I was watching her bake in the café.

Specs didn’t know it, but most of the time when she thought I was sleeping, I was in the shadows watching her.

The way she moved, the way she talked and sang to herself, and just everything about her.

She insisted we watch TV which was something that was foreign to me cause I was too busy doing hits to know what shows where coming on.

“Wheel of Fortune?” I asked smirking.

“Don’t hate. My daddy used to watch this every night at 6:30,” she said, dragging the comb with the same slow rhythm. “He’d cuss the whole time like he could do better than the contestants, but I swear he never solved a puzzle before the timer.

I chuckled. “Sound like a funny guy.”

“He would’ve like you,” she said, quietly. “He was always about brotherhood an believe the ones that were broken with scars, where usually the ones worth listening to.” She continued parting and greasing my scalp like she hadn’t just said some off the wall shit.

“Damn, so you think I’m broken?”

She leaned in, her breath brushing against my neck. “I think you’ve been through some stuff that most people wouldn’t even survive, and your still standing strong. Despite your profession, that says a lot about your character.”

She paused, like she was holding something back. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything. I’m an open book with you.”

She hesitated, eyes flicking away for a moment. “The people you kill… the hits, are they innocent?”

I didn’t answer right away. My jaw tightened as I stared past her, trying to figure out how to word something that never had a clean answer. I was open with Specs, more than I’d ever been, but some truths didn’t come with soft landings.

“For the most part, nah. Most of them were dirty, crooked… and had blood on their hands before I ever showed up. But after a while…” I trailed off, exhaling hard.

“Shit started to blur. I was taking hits just ‘cause they told me to. I stopped asking questions. And I knew… I knew not every one of them deserved it. But I pushed it to the back and did job anyway.”

She sat quietly, still parting and sectioning my hair.

“That setup that landed me in your shop?” I continued. “I knew something was off. I felt it in my bones, but I still went against my gut, and it damn near cost me my life.”

I turned and looked at her then, right in her eyes.

“Only good thing that came out of all this… was you.”

She didn’t respond and I didn’t expect her to.

Everything she had learned in this short amount of time and honestly, I’d expected her to run the other way along time ago, but yet she was still here…

with me. Her fingers moved with rhythm as she started to braid my hair, and her grip was tight enough that I knew she had some idea of what she was doing.

We sat like that for a while, just letting the game show fill the silence between us and weirdly…

it was peaceful. Like this was our fucked-up version of normal.

After she finished with the second braid.

She got up and grabbed the burner phone off the table and snapped a photo from behind. She showed me the screen.

“Hmmph. Proof that I tamed the beast.”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my lap, her body folding against mine. I pressed my forehead to hers.

“You do more than tame me, Specs. You done fucked my head up.”

She looked up with those soft brown eyes. “Then let me keep doing it.”

“I guess since you got a nigga right and ain’t fuck my shit up, I owe you that phone call.”

She squealed and pecked my lips. “Thank you, Roman! I promise you won’t regret it.”

She jumped up from my lap and sat on the couch with her feet curled under her. She dialed a number and pressed the phone to her ear. She looked tense as fuck, like she was bracing herself for what Tori had to say.

“Tori, it’s me,” she said.

“Ivy? Girl, where the hell have you been? I’ve called you damn near thirty fucking times! Ivy, I swear?—”

“Chill, Tori. I’m ok. I just needed to get away…something happened. I can’t explain it yet, but I’m safe.”

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her try to explain to her home girl, in so many words, where you’d been. I knew she was happy to hear from her, but her face said she was overwhelmed as hell by all the questions.

“I’m with a friend. Someone I trust... and he’s taking care of me.”

Friend.

Damn. I licked my bottom lip and kept a straight face, but that word hit me in my gut for some reason.

I kept quiet as she tried to calm Tori down and promised to send for her soon.

Once the call ended, she sat there with the phone in her hand as her eyes glossed over.

I pushed off the wall and walked toward her.

“So, I’m just a friend, huh?”

She blinked at me, caught off guard by my question. “What?”

I smirked, cocking my head to the side. “My tongue been in every part of your body, but I’m just a friend now?

” I teased her but shit it was true. We never put a name on shit we were doing.

Hell, neither of us knew what it was, just that it was a strong ass pull that neither of us could break away from.

Her mouth dropped open like she wanted to explain, but nothing came out.

“Well, we never put a… I didn’t mean any?—”

I stepped closer, pulling her up to stand in front of me and slid my hands down her waist. Specs, chill. I get it. You didn’t want to explain all that to your home girl. Plus, you right. Whatever…this is, we ain’t no name to it yet.”

I pulled her closer and lowered my mouth to her ear. “But understand me when I say this. You…belong to me. And you know damn well ain’t shit friendly about the way I have you bouncing on my dick, baby.”

She pulled back, staring me in the eyes. “Oh, I know,” she smirked. “There is absolutely nothing friendly about the way that you fuck me, Roman.” She pressed her palm to my chest, “But if I’m yours… that means your mine, too.”

Then, she stood on her toes and brushed her lips against my jaw.

Shit. She had my dick bricked up and screaming to be back in her spot, but I knew I needed to chill I’d been fucking Specs so much, I was surprised she could walk straight.

It was something about getting some pussy that I knew for a fact, hadn’t been touched by another nigga that had me wanting it all the time.

She needed a break though, even if every part of me was ready to lift her and drop her down on my stiff one.

I let out a deep breath and gripped her chin.

“Say less, baby,” I murmured. “But just know… you keep talking that slick shit, I’ma fold yo’ thick ass up like a pretzel with no mercy.

” I kissed her cheek and stepped back, leaving her breathless.

Specs had found this newfound side of her that was cocky and liked to talk shit.

I fucked with it, but I wouldn’t hesitate to fuck her back in her place and let her know exactly who runs this shit.