Page 8 of No Gemini Does it Better (BLP Signs of Love #2)
I belted out a hearty laugh. I couldn’t stop myself from fucking with her.
The way I had her pretty ass hemming and hawing, trying to figure out what she was going to say next, was the icing on the cake for me.
Her perturbed expression morphed into one of annoyance, but I didn’t give a fuck.
She was like a worm on my hook, and I liked to watch her squirm.
“I got yo’ ass,” I teased.
She sliced a stern gaze through me. “Fuck you. You’re so childish.”
“You mad that you got caught, or you mad that I’m right?”
“You know what? Two can play that game.”
“Let’s see what you got then.”
“What’s your favorite position?” she fired off from the gate.
“Missionary.”
“Why missionary?”
“I like to see the effect I have on a bitch when I got my snake buried so deep inside she forgets how to breathe.”
She twitched, trying her best to blow off my statement. “Mmm. Have you ever fucked in public?”
“Plenty of times. You?”
“Once.”
“You get caught?”
“No.”
“Then you ain’t do it right.”
She rolled her eyes. “How many one-night stands have you had?”
“What makes you think I’ve had one-night stands?” Instead of responding, she gave me a look that said everything I needed to hear without saying a word. “Fine. A few,” I answered. “You?”
“One.”
“And how long ago was that?”
“College.”
It sounded to me like she was overdue for one, but I kept that thought locked away. Before I could figure out another question to ask, she fired off another one.
“What was your first impression of me?”
“That yo’ ass was fine as fuck but had an attitude from hell I wanted to tame,” I answered bluntly.
Sawyer cocked her head to the side. “What makes you think you can tame me? Maybe you’re the one who needs to be tamed, seeing as you’re the one committing crimes.”
“Maybe I do. You think you can handle me?”
She paused before frowning. “There you go, playing again.”
“What if I’m not?”
“I’m not falling for this again.”
She swung her head from left to right while getting up to put her glass in the sink. Mine was empty, too, so I walked up behind her, brushing my dick against her ass.
“Excuse me,” I acknowledged, although we both knew I didn’t mean that shit.
She swiftly turned around so that we were chest to chest—close enough to feel her heart beating through her tank top. “You’re excused . . .”
So why couldn’t I move? My mind screamed for me to be intentional, to resist the temptation to grab her ass and watch it jiggle in my hand, to walk the fuck away before I bricked up against her stomach.
It turned me on even more that she didn’t back down or push me away, which meant she was feeling something too.
That round of rapid fire questions had sparked something between us. I didn't doubt that.
I felt myself leaning in to kiss her before I had sense enough to stop myself. Our lips were inches apart when there was a knock at the door. The three firm taps caused her to jump. I instinctively took a step back, and she used that second to separate herself from me.
“Fuck. That scared the shit out of me,” she confessed, hand over her heart as she inched toward the front door to try and see what was going on.
“Sawyer?” A man’s voice was gentle but probing on the other side of the door.
“Shit. It’s Mr. Wikins,” she whispered.
“Who the fuck is Mr. Wilkins?”
“My neighbor.”
“Ignore it.”
“I can’t.”
My brows creased. “Why not?”
She rolled her eyes skyward. “Because he’ll keep knocking, or worse. Contrary to what you may think, people care about me.”
I didn’t know what she meant by or worse , and I didn’t want to. Instead, I kissed my teeth. “Whatever. Just get him to go away.”
I immediately moved behind the door, pressing my back against the wall like a long shadow. I watched her draw in a sharp breath and smooth her hand down her braids before opening the door just a sliver.
“Hi, Mr. Wilkins.” She greeted him with an upbeat voice.
“Is everything alright? I heard Butta barking quite a lot earlier.”
“Oh! I’m sorry about all the noise. Everything is fine,” she said, smiling with ease. “He just freaked out from the storm.”
“I could’ve sworn I heard voices in here too. . .” he stated with curiosity laced in his tone.
Sawyer belted out an airy chuckle. “Voices? Oh, that was just me talking to Butta, trying to get him to calm his nerves. The poor thing hates storms. Must be a good thing they cancelled my flight after all.”
Her meddlesome neighbor lingered, obviously not getting the hint that she wanted to be left the fuck alone. I was two seconds from slamming the door shut in his face my damn self.
“Well, I just wanted to check and make sure everything was alright.”
“Thank you,” Sawyer replied kindly. “I really appreciate it.”
She quickly closed the door, locking it back with a soft click before looking directly at me. That was too damn close. As if I needed another reminder that my black ass wasn’t supposed to be there, the universe had gone and sent her eavesdropping ass neighbor over to jog my memory.
Outside, the loud snap of a branch tore my attention toward the window. The howl of the wind only seemed to be getting louder as the nightfall started to come. Inside, I was warring with myself about where Kadeem was and hoping to God he’d found shelter.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, mincing her steps toward me.
“Nothing,” I lied, standing near the couch.
“It doesn’t look like nothing.”
“Just thinking about my car. I know that shit is probably totaled.”
“Maybe after the storm dies down, I can give you a ride back to it so you can check it out or at least get it towed.”
I dipped my chin. “Yeah, thanks.”
I’d need a ride to go out and look for Kadeem, but until the rain slowed down or stopped altogether, all I could do was wait.
I shifted my gaze over to Sawyer, noticing one of her tank top straps had slipped down her shoulder.
I fought the impulse to reach out and fix it, amongst other things.
Dirty thoughts aside, I was more curious as to why she was so hung up on hating Gemini men, when I knew niggas could be niggas no matter what zodiac sign they were born under.
“So, what’s his name?” I blurted out my thoughts without providing any context.
She raised a questioning brow. “Who?”
“The Gemini that broke your heart.”
“Why would you say that? And why the hell are you always trying to analyze me?”
“I’m not.”
“It sure seems that way.”
“I’m just the type of nigga that calls a spade a spade, shawty. That’s all.”
Her eyes rolled skyward. “Right.”
“So?”
She huffed, pissed as hell I could see through her like glass. “Seriously, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You sure about that?”
“Positive.”
“You seemed so sure about Gemini men earlier when you were turning up your nose at me. I’m just trying to figure out your thought process. You came off as someone who’d experienced it firsthand, not like it was something you heard through the grapevine.”
“You’re really fucking nosy, aren’t you?”
“Since when was curiosity a bad thing?”
“It is when I feel like you’re prying into something that’s none of your business.”
“You’re right. It’s not any of my business. I’ll drop it if you want me to.”
“I’d like that very much,” she retorted, defensively folding her arms across her chest before marching back into the kitchen to put even more distance between us.
I followed her. “Don’t tell me I got you in your feelings now.”
She blew a raspberry with her lips. “Boy, please. Ain’t nobody in their feelings.”
“Prove it then. Tell me.”
“I swear you’re the most annoying person on the planet. Why do you give a fuck about a nigga you’ll never know?”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t give a fuck about another nigga, because I know you ain't never met a nigga like me.”
She rolled her eyes again, which seemed to be her favorite thing to do. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”
“It’s a great thing, shawty. I got the kind of deep stroke that’ll make your heart skip a beat.”
She scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”
“One chance with you is all I need to change your mind.”
Her brow lurched upward, crinkling her forehead. “How do you plan on doing that?”
“I can show you better than I can tell you.”