Page 20 of Half Sight Whole Heart

“I sure do,” I said with my hands in my pockets and a big grin on my face. “I sure fuckin’ do.” She looked away. “I’ma check this security system out. Gotta make sure my babies are good when I’m not around.”

Later that night, Ermias bathed and was asleep, I’d grabbed my bag from my truck and sat on the porch to smoke. I hadn’t rolled up in days. The door opened as I blew out smoke, turning my head just a little to see Eriss.

“What are we doing?” she asked, hugging her arms around her body. It wasn’t cold out.

I took another puff. “Shit, it ain’t clear, yet, baby?”

She moved down one step and sat beside me, one knee knocking into mine. I took another pull and angled my face toward the yard so I wouldn’t blow smoke in her direction.

“I mean…I can tell what your intentions are, but what is it?”

I let out a rough chuckle. “I’ma go wit’ the flow type of nigga. I can tell you this, I enjoy being around you and Ermias.”

I wasn’t gon to tell her ‘bout our conversation earlier when he was sad about that nigga not spending time with him. Fuck he was trying to hold him from Eriss fo’ then?

Petty shit. Petty ‘cause he couldn’t have her ass.

Shit, she was mine now. They were mine. I wasn’t coming up off them either when I really do get them.

“The way I kissed you… The way I…” I paused to lick my lips as if I could still taste her.

“You say that now,” she finally said, “but you don’t even do relationships. You said that yourself.”

“True,” I admitted. I took another slow drag, then ashed the blunt out on the step and set it aside. “Didn’t mean I wouldn’t change my mind when the right woman came along. I just…” I looked her in her eyes. “I ain’t think I’ll meet her this fast.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The soft trill of crickets and cars passing by were the only sounds. Eriss let out a small breath.

“I don’t want to let you in and then you decide that this isn’t what you want. I can’t let Ermias get used to you and then have to watch you leave,” she whispered.

I shifted my body, leaning my forearms on my thighs as her words excavated in my brain.

“I hear you, baby. I can’t promise you forever tonight, but I can put that on everything I love that I’m not playin’ wit’ you. I swear I ain’t. I wouldn’t even play wit’ yo’ heart like that, Eriss. I do want you to be mine, though.” I poured my heart out right there.

Her lips parted, not expecting all of that. Eriss looked out in the street instead of me. I didn’t say shit. Whatever was on her mind, I wanted to hear.

“I’m scared,” she murmured.

“And I get that. Ain’t none wrong wit’ being scared…

with the wrong person. Shit, I ain’t him.

” My brows crinkled a little. I wasn’t annoyed, but I wanted Eriss to know I wasn’t them peon niggas she fucked wit’ in the past that hurt her.

I would never. “You can doubt me all you want, pretty girl, but my actions line up wit’ my words.

I don’t even want anybody else, and damn sure won’t hurt you and my homeboy.

He might shoot me wit’ his water gun if I tried. ”

Together, we laughed. I stood, grabbing my unfinished blunt and holding my other hand out to Eriss. I pulled her into me, gripping the front of her neck. When she moaned, my dick twitched.

“I’ma show you, aight?” I lightly squeezed her neck. Eriss nodded. I leaned my head down and pecked her soft lips a few times. “Just give me a chance. Open up to me, aight?” She nodded again.

I let Eriss’ neck go and saw the disappointment in her face. I snickered and licked my lips, savoring her taste.

We ambled back in the house, me holding the door for her, and locking it behind me.

I removed my shoes at the door and removed my shirt.

We’d eaten fried chicken, cabbage, and cornbread.

I’d gotten full all over again and then smoked.

I’d have to find my homeboy’s snacks to eat on in a few.

I know he wouldn’t mind. He was just happy I was here.

I’ll restock the whole kitchen if Eriss wants me to.

We bypassed the dark living room, me on her heels.

We passed Ermias’ door on the way down the hall.

I slowed just enough to glance in. He was lying sideways on the bed, dead asleep, one sock off, the other halfway on.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He had a Paw Patrol night light on.

I closed his door halfway, ‘cause the shit I planned on doing to his mama, no kid should hear.

Strolling into Eriss’ bedroom, she was in the bathroom, head tilted slightly as she wrapped her hair up.

I walked behind her, pressing my front into her back.

Our eyes met in the mirror. The light above it threw a soft glow on her face, catching the tiredness, but still a beautiful look in her eyes.

She didn’t move away. That small, but quiet sign made my heart beat a little faster. Eriss had changed into shorts. She’d changed after she cleaned the kitchen. She was slim, but that ass was juicy along with her thighs. I always like some I could grab. In my eyes, Eriss was perfect for me.

Eriss turned the light off, leaving the TV on. It was on the show Cops. That alone made me think of Zyleek. I hadn’t heard from him since the strip club. I hoped that nigga was staying out of trouble, and I’d hit him up tomorrow morning.

She got into one side of the bed, and I peeled my shorts off, adjusting my semi-hard dick in my Versace boxer briefs. I slid in on the other side, the mattress dipping under my weight, and before Eriss could even get comfortable, I was pulling her into me.

“You might want to turn the volume up on the TV,” I mumbled in her ear before flicking my tongue inside.

“Zyyyyro,” she moaned out, arching her back. Her ass was pushing into my dick, and I know she felt that big muhfucka.

Eriss trembled. My hands traveled underneath her shirt. I cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers until it hardened. I sucked her neck, she gyrated into me.

“I’ma take care of you, Eriss.” I meant that in more ways than one.

Her breath hitched when I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts. My dick throbbed with anticipation. Slowly, I pulled down Eriss’ shorts, revealing her smooth thighs. My hand traveled up, caressing her inner thigh, causing her to squirm.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmured, my voice husky.

Eriss turned on her back, looking up at me. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried catching her breath. “I want you, Zyro.” My brows rose in surprise and excitement when Eriss reached down to grasp my dick through my boxer briefs. “I…I want you inside of me.”

I growled, rolling on top of her, my body pressing against hers, but I made sure my weight was crushing her. My lips captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss as I pushed my boxers down, letting my dick spring out. “You have a rubber?”

I wasn’t sure how I’d feel if she said yes, because then I’d wonder who they were for. When Eriss pointed at her nightstand, I narrowed my eyes. She started laughing, but ain’t shit was funny in my eyes.

“The box hasn’t even been opened. It was just…in case. I almost forgot about them,” she giggled. “I was about to let you go inside me raw.”

“It’s tempting, but I know damn well I wouldn’t pull out,” I told her, nibbling her bottom lip before reaching for the drawer in the nightstand. My dick sat right on her thigh.

“Damn, it’s heavy. I’m a little scared,” she giggled, covering her mouth. “Like, for real.”

I grinned, my eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and…possessiveness. Snatching the box out, I tore it open and grabbed a condom. Extra-large. I tore the wrapper open with my teeth. I rolled it on swiftly.

Eriss licked her lips. “It’s been a while, Zyro. For me.”

“I got you, baby.”

She bit her lip when I positioned myself at her warm, wet entrance. Her hands shook on my arms. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tighten around me. Eriss gasped, her grip tightening on my arms and my dick.

“Fuck, you’re tight as fuck, baby. Like you ain’t ever been broken in, and I know you had a kid. You had a C-section?”

Eriss shook her head side to side, a tear falling from her cloudy eye.

“You want me to stop?” I asked, scared I was really hurting her.

“No,” she hissed out. “More. Give me more.”

I complied, increasing my pace, my hips moving faster.

Harder.

The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust I gave her. Eriss’ moans turned into cries, and those turned into whimpers.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” I groaned, wrapping a hand around her throat. Her pussy grew wetter. She loved that shit.

My body tensed as I fought to maintain control. I reached between us, finding her clit, and rubbed it in tight circles. Eriss cried out as I hammered her pussy with no mercy. She began to meet me thrust for thrust as I talked her through it.

“That’s it, baby. Give me that shit. This yo’ dick. Squirt on yo’ dick. Gimme allat shit,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “Fuck it.”

I pulled out and flipped her lil’ ass with one arm. I wanted to see that shit from the back. I wanted to see her take all of me.

Eriss arched her back, head down, ass in the air. I smacked it, watching it move like jelly. Looking up, I thanked the Man upstairs for this shit. Her body still trembled as I positioned myself behind her. She looked back at me over her shoulder as I buried myself back inside.

“Fuuuuck!” we both moaned.

I had to sit in it for a moment, but Eriss had other plans. She began to throw her as back slowly at first, and then she sped that shit up. I wiped at my eyes, unbelieving what the fuck I was seeing.

That’s why that nigga ain’t want to give her up.

Not taking away from the fact that she was a nice, sweet girl and a bomb ass mama to her son, but my lil’ baby was a freak.

A damn stripper in the bedroom. She would move it in circles and then back and forth, letting me see her pussy swallow my shit.

Grabbing my dick, I pulled out to see her shit filled with white cream.

“Zyro! Put it back in,” she demanded. I chuckled and did as she asked of me. I was willing to do anything Eriss wanted. Long as she ain’t take her heart or this pussy from me.

I started to move, my hips thrusting against her, each movement deep and deliberate.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps.

Eriss cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her inner muscles clenching around me.

The sensation sent me over the edge, and I came hard as fuck, gripping her ass roughly.

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat. Our breathing came out in ragged gasps.

“Shit,” I huffed, pulling out. I rolled onto my back and removed the condom, pinching it so I wouldn’t spill the contents out on her bed. It wouldn’t have made a difference. There was a big ass wet spot underneath her.

Eriss’s eyes were closed, and her knuckle was in her mouth. She was snoring lightly.

“I know you fuckin’ lyin,” I muttered, snickering. “I know you fuckin’ lyin.”

The sharp pop-pop-pop yanked me out of my sleep. My hand shot out to where I had put my Glock after I’d woken Eriss so we could shower and change the sheets, then she had instantly fallen back asleep.

“What was that?” Eriss groggily asked, sitting up.

“Stay here,” I whispered. She inhaled sharply at the sight of my gun. My first thought was Ermias. “Wait! Zyro! Were those gunshots? Shit! Ermias!”

Eriss hopped up, and I stopped her.

“Stay here. I’ll get him. I can’t worry about you and him. Stay low just in case and away from the windows.”

I crossed the hall in two long strides and pushed his door open with my shoulder while keeping an eye on my surroundings. The gunshots were from outside, but I couldn’t be sure if someone was inside until I got to Ermias.

He was still knocked out, oblivious to anything around him. Quickly, I scanned the window. No shattered glass. No holes.

“Zyro.”

I turned to see a hardheaded Eriss now in a silk robe tied around her body. She held her phone out to me. It was on the ADT camera app. My eyes squinted at the screen as I saw my truck being shot up.

“Your fuckin’ baby daddy,” I gritted. “I’ma kill him.”

One thing about me, I take in everything. I captured that nigga’s build and how he moved. That was him on that screen shooting my fuckin’ truck.

“Delion?” Eriss asked, confused.

“Stay inside. Stay with Ermias.”

She started to protest, but I gave her a look that I meant what I said.

I went back to her room to throw on my clothes and shoes.

In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth. It was one thing to shoot up my truck, but to shoot where your son lay his head was fucked up.

When I said I was gon kill that nigga. I meant that shit.