Page 7 of Loving a Libra (BLP Signs of Love #7)

“Where you going?” Maurice asked when I left our bedroom.

He was sitting in the living room watching men argue about sports.

“I got some errands to run.”

“This early? You usually sleep for twelve hours after your three-day shift.”

“Today, I have errands to run.”

“Oh, I planned to take you to a late lunch.”

“Really?”

Now that I’d become aware of the shit he’d been doing behind my back, the sound of his voice annoyed me. Well, that and the fact that every time he opened his mouth, he told a lie.

“Yeah. We haven’t chilled since your coworker’s wedding, and that was weeks ago. I hope you ain’t still mad about the conversation we had on the way home.”

“That conversation is long forgotten. If you know I usually sleep twelve hours, why would you plan a late lunch?”

“Huh? Oh, I meant dinner.”

“I’m sure you did, but either way, I’m busy.”

“What kind of errands? I can go with you if?—”

“I’m good. I’ll be back later.”

He hopped off the couch as I headed for the door.

“Hold up. Wassup with you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“We ain’t seen each other much, but the few times we have, all you got is attitude for me. If you’re still mad about that marriage shit, I?—”

“That marriage shit?” I shook my head. “No, I’m not mad about that. You’re not ready for marriage, and that’s cool.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means whatever you want it to mean. I gotta go or I’ll be late for my appointment.”

I rushed toward the door without looking back.

“No kiss?” I heard him say, but I didn’t acknowledge him.

Tariq was leaving his unit at the same time, and my stomach fluttered as I took him in. He was dressed casually, in a pair of camouflage shorts and a white T-shirt.

“Hey,” I said, suddenly nervous.

His response was to wrap me in his arms and kiss me. It wasn’t a long kiss, and no tongue was involved, but it felt amazing. When he released me, the door behind me opened just as I was about to speak.

“Wassup, Riq?”

Tariq and I were standing inappropriately close, but neither of us moved.

“Shit. About to head out,” Tariq said.

“Aye, did you hear what I said before the door closed?” Maurice asked.

“No,” I lied and began walking toward the elevators.

“A nigga can’t get a goodbye kiss?” Maurice said to my back.

When he realized I had no response, I heard him say to Tariq, “She’s on thin ice, man. Her attitude is uncalled for.”

“I’ll holla at you later. Aye, Devyn. Hold the elevator for me.”

I pressed the button and turned around to see Tariq jogging my way. Maurice watched for a second before shaking his head and going back inside.

“I hope I find a house today because I won’t be able to tolerate him for long.”

The elevator opened, and we stepped on before he responded. We leaned against opposite walls, and I watched as his eyes traveled from my head to my toes and back up again.

“You pretty as fuck.”

I blushed and looked at the floor for a moment. When my eyes caught his again, I said, “Thank you. The view from here looks pretty damn good too.”

“You’re not wearing panties?”

“No. How’d you guess?”

“The way your ass was swaying when you walked down the hall. I had to tell my dick to simmer down.”

My eyes went directly to his lower half, and I licked my lips at the sight of his dick print.

“It doesn’t look like he listened.”

His hand covered his dick, and he adjusted himself as he replied. “Nah, he’s hardheaded, no pun intended. You gon’ take care of him later?”

I lifted my wrist and looked at my watch, determining if there was enough time to suck his dick in the car. Unfortunately, with traffic the way that it was in Chicago at this time of day, the magnificent head I planned to give him would have to wait until later.

“If we had time, I’d take care of you in the parking garage. I got you later, though.”

“I’m gon’ need a raincheck on that parking garage head.”

The elevator doors opened, and before leaving, I stepped toward him, grabbed his dick, and said, “I can’t wait.”

I left him on the elevator and headed toward my car. He caught up with me and guided me in the direction of his.

“I’ll drive.”

“I’m sure Maurice will notice my car, so we should probably drive separately.”

“But do we care if he notices?”

I thought about it for half a second. “No. Let’s go.”

The last thing I cared to do was protect Maurice’s feelings. If he noticed my car was still parked next to his truck, I’d be surprised.

After looking at five houses, three in Oak Lawn and two in Evergreen Park, Tariq booked a room at the same hotel as before.

Once we were settled in the room, we showered, wrapped ourselves in the robes provided, and ordered room service.

While waiting for our food, we talked about the houses we’d seen.

“I like the first one we saw in Oak Lawn, but I wish the basement was finished. The third one we saw in Evergreen Park would be my next choice,” I told him.

“Those are both good choices. Do you plan to look at more, or will you choose between those two?”

“Which one do you like?”

“It’s not about what I like.”

“But I thought the whole reason you wanted to come was to pick something together.”

“Nah, that was never the reason. I was there for moral support and to make sure the realtor wasn’t on some bullshit.”

“Oh.”

“Are you disappointed that I don’t plan to force my way into your home and never leave?”

“I am. I mean, I didn’t think you’d move right in, but I thought we were looking for something we both liked.”

He chuckled. “If you want to do this together, just say that, baby. I’m trying to move at your pace, which seems to be closer to my pace than you want to admit.”

I shrugged because I was truly in unfamiliar territory.

Sleeping with someone who I thought was my boyfriend’s best friend was one thing, but building a life with him was another.

Tariq made it so easy because he was damn near perfect.

He possessed all the qualities I wanted in a man, plus a few bonus ones.

“Which house was your favorite?”

A knock at the door stopped him from responding. He stood, tightened the belt of the robe around his waist, and went to answer the door. After pushing the cart of food inside, he gave the person a tip and locked up.

“At the table or in bed?”

“Let’s walk on the wild side and eat in bed.”

“Whatever you want, as long as you don’t do this shit in our bed.”

I smacked my lips. “I would never.”

He rolled the cart closer to the bed and sat next to me. We took the covers from our trays to reveal our meals. He ordered a quarter-pound cheeseburger with fries, and I ordered a spicy chicken sandwich with fries.

“To answer your question, I like the first house in Oak Lawn the most. It has the most square footage, a bigger yard that’s already fenced in, the appliances are newer, and the basement is unfinished.”

“You like the unfinished basement?”

“Yeah. That way, we can do what we want with it.”

“True.” I paused and thought about what this meant. “Are we really doing this?”

“We’re really doing this if this is what you want to do. I’ll keep my condo until you give me the okay to put it up for sale, and only your name will be on the title for the house until you’re ready to add me. Plus, I’m paying everything, including the mortgage.”

“Tariq, you don’t have to do all that to prove?—”

“I’m not trying to prove anything, baby.

You’re fresh out of a relationship with a man who wasn’t trustworthy and mishandled your heart.

I don’t want you to ever feel like I forced you to move on too fast, or I pressured you to be with me.

I mean, I kinda am doing exactly that, but you will have an out.

If you decide I’m not who you want, I won’t be homeless. ”

My gut had never led me wrong, and I’d been ignoring it for way too long. Right now, it was shouting for me not only to follow it but also to follow my heart. For the first time in years, they were on one accord.

“This is what I want to do.”

It was as if Tariq had been waiting his whole life to hear those words, and our food was suddenly forgotten about. In two point five seconds, he had me out of my robe, with my legs on his shoulders and his face buried between my thighs.

His tongue worked my pussy over, licking and flicking, while he sucked every possible doubt from my spirit.

When I came, I felt lighter than I’d felt in five years, and was ready to leave Maurice behind and move forward with his former best friend.

It was scandalous. It was taboo. It was risk-taking. It was what I wanted to do.

Tariq barely gave me time to catch my breath, easing up my body and lining his dick up with my entrance.

However, my mouth had been watering at the thought of sucking his dick since we stepped off the elevator.

This wasn’t the parking garage, but I immediately wanted his dick in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

“Wait. It’s your turn. On your back.”

His brow raised, but he didn’t hesitate to follow my command. When he was flat on his back, I was in awe of how his dick stood at attention. I was tempted to sit on it instead because there was no way my mouth would be able to cover that big muthafucka.

However, I went with my gut and took as much of him into my mouth as I could, causing him to growl upon contact. I used one of my hands to hold the bottom half of his dick, while attempting to cover the top half with my mouth.

“Damn, baby. Suck that shit.”

He palmed the back of my head and controlled my tempo.

It was slow and steady as he fucked my mouth.

My eyes watered as spit slid down his dick and onto my hand.

Each time he hit the back of my throat, I gagged, and I think he liked it.

The more I gagged, the more slippery his dick became.

His grip on my hair tightened when I felt him throbbing in my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned, hoping the vibrations sent him over the top.

“Shit! I’m about to nut.”

“Mmm.”

“That’s right, baby. Keep sucking and swallow all my shit.”

All I could do was moan as I sucked my heart out. Suddenly, I felt his warm fluid fill my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop, just like he wanted.

“That’s a good girl. Now ride it.”