Page 35 of Obsessive Love

FABLE

“You said nowhere crazy,” I reminded Pyrite as I looked around. We were in the desert, or what appeared to be one. “This looks like somewhere crazy.”

“It’s one of my favorite spots,” Pyrite said as he unfolded a blanket and laid it out. “When I need a minute, I come here.”

“And where exactly is here?”

“New Mexico,” he answered with a small laugh. I stopped walking around and turned to face him.

“New Mexico?” I repeated, and he nodded. “Why are we in New Mexico?”

“On a date,” he replied. He straightened the blanket and then put his hand out for me to take. We sat down, me between his legs with my back to his front. He whistled at our driver, and he turned off the headlights. We were engulfed in darkness, but I knew I was safe with Pyrite. “Look up.”

I did what he instructed and instantly fell in love at the sight. I’d seen stars before, but seeing them like this was different. The stars shined brighter, the moon looked bigger, and it was beautiful.

“Damn,” I said, looking around. “This is why you come here?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “When shit becomes too much, and I need to get away, this is where I come. Nobody bothers me except Yale, but that’s because she swears a coyote is going to get my ass.”

“Who’s Yale?” I asked. It felt like his list of friends was never-ending. Every time I turned around, he was mentioning a new person. If they all ended up in the same room together, I would need them to wear name tags.

“Amethyst's best friend; she lives here now,” he answered, and I nodded. “Nah, that’s not right.” He chuckled, and I adjusted my body to look up at him while still in his arms.

“What do you mean?”

“Amethyst sent her here to save her life; she just doesn’t know it,” he said, and I lifted my brow. “I told you my baby brother wasn’t always legit, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“He unintentionally put her life in danger when they were younger, and it's coming back to bite him in the ass,” he explained, and I was even more confused.

“You’re talking in riddles.”

Pyrite looked down at me and smiled before kissing me. “It's not my story to tell, Itty Bitty, it's theirs.”

“Then call Amethyst so he can tell me what happened.”

“Nah,” he denied, shaking his head. “Let him work it out first, then y’all can sit down and talk.”

“You said you’d give me anything I wanted if I asked,” I playfully pouted and crossed my arms.

“That’s within my reach,” he chuckled. “I gotta respect my brother's wishes for right now. Yo siblings might not be shit, but I know if Yamari asked you to keep a secret, you would, right?”

“Without thinking twice,” I said as I readjusted in his arms to go back to looking at the stars. “Yamari is my secret keeper, just like I’m hers. Nobody can come between that.”

“Same with me and my brothers,” he replied. “They got my secrets, and I got theirs.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “I’ll let it slide for now.”

He kissed the top of my head and then chuckled lowly. “Alright, so what do you want to do tomorrow?” He pulled me closer to him and rested his chin on my head. “Where haven’t you been that you want to go?”

“I don’t know,” I answered with a shrug. “I never thought about it.”

“Let me guess, Javien Jr. never just flew you out?” he asked, and I shook my head. “What I’m about to say is going to sound fucked up but understand, I don’t want you to be offended, but I’m glad both them niggas are fuck niggas.”

“Why do you say that?” His comment didn’t offend me. I knew who my people were and what they did. Having expectations for them to be better was unrealistic.

“Because that means I get to show you everything for the first time,” he answered. “Shit like this is what I like, Fable — quiet, peaceful shit. Running an empire is cool, but that noise becomes too much after a while, and I need peace. Being with you brings me peace.”

“Pyrite, you have to admit that sometimes you are the reason for it not being peaceful.” I tilted my head to look at him and found him smiling. “You don’t have to give everybody around you hell.”

He looked down at me and smirked. “If I don’t, then who will?”

“You have two brothers; let them take the throne for a while.”

He kissed the tip of my nose and then shook his head. “Nah, Citrine is too calm; the only way he’s going to crash out is if something happens to Lavender.”

“Oh hell, a new character just got unlocked,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“It’s a lot of y’all, Pyrite; whenever we talk, you mention someone new. I can't keep up.”

“It’ll get easier the more you’re around everyone.”

“Eventually, you’re going to have to let me go,” I reminded him, but I hated that I said it out loud the second I did. Pyrite stiffened, and I prepared myself for him to have an attitude. Instead, he took a deep breath, held it, then slowly let it out.

“You hungry?”

“I’m not ready to leave,” I said, shaking my head. We’d gotten comfortable in the silence and darkness that surrounded us.

Pyrite reached behind him, grabbed the bag from which he’d gotten the blanket, and set it next to us. He dug into it, put two containers with silverware strapped to them, and set them in my lap. “Courtesy of Yale.”

“Tell her I said thank you.”

“You can tell her when you meet her,” he said, then took his container from me and opened it. I bent forward so that I could eat without spilling my food. “Dear God, thank you. Amen.”

“Amen,” I said softly, then started to eat.

“You’re being a brat,” I laughed as we walked into the house. Our flight from New Mexico was uneventful, and I slept for the two hours. The drive from the airstrip to the house is where Pyrite started acting silly.

“A brat?” he playfully gasped. “You can't be serious.”

“Pyrite, you just ate three hours ago; there is no way you can be hungry again.” I took my shoes off and replaced them with a pair of Nike slides that Pyrite had brought me back when he’d gone to run errands.

“I don’t want anything heavy, just some cookies and maybe a cake.”

I stopped and stared at his back as he walked to the kitchen.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It's damn near midnight; I will be up in four hours. I’ll make you something then.”

“You sleepy?” he turned around and looked at me, confused.

“No, but I need to sleep,” I answered, walking to the kitchen.

“Then let’s bake.” He slapped my ass when I passed him.

“Pyrite, if you hit me again, I’m going to black your damn eye,” I warned him, and he laughed.

“You know that freaky shit turns me on, right?” he pulled me to him and whispered in my ear before nibbling on it. “If you ain’t trying to bake, I have something else in mind.”

I turned around in his arms and looked up at him. “I’m not doing that thing with my tongue again until this monitor is off.”

“I didn’t ask you to, did I?” he replied, then wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. “I know a few tricks, too.”

“I’m aware,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. He walked us from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. “I’ve experienced them before.”

“Nah, that was just a preview,” he said, shaking his head. “I got better tricks.”

He laid me on the bed and then started kissing down to my chest. He pulled my shirt over my head and then removed my pants.

My panties and bra set was just a simple black cotton boy shorts with a matching sports bra, but the way he stared down at me made me feel like I had the sexiest lingerie set.

He stripped out of his clothes and then went back to kissing my body.

He gently kissed the top of my breasts, giving them both attention.

Slowly, he made his way down; my stomach, which was fluffy and not a six-pack, was given special attention.

Using the tip of his tongue, he traced around my belly button to my bra and then back down before softly blowing on the still-damp skin.

“Every time I taste you, even if it is simple like a kiss, I get more addicted,” he said softly while kissing my stomach. “And it's always a new flavor. You smell and taste sweet like you play in whatever dessert you’ve made that day, and it's embedded into your skin.”

“I don’t,” I giggled as I ran my hand through his hair. It was so soft, just like I thought it would be.

He made his way down my stomach and kissed the top of my pussy through my panties. His tongue pushed against the fabric just enough so that I could feel it against my clit.

“Pyrite,” I moaned as I grabbed a handful of his hair.

Pyrite unfastened my bra, and he kneaded my breast. My nipples were hard as rocks as he rolled them between his fingers. I bit into my bottom lip and watched as he lowered his head to my panties and inhaled deeply.

“Fuck, you smell so damn good,” he groaned and shook his head. “I swear this is my favorite place to be.”

“Pyrite, either move or eat my pussy,” I demanded.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, then pulled my panties off.

He traced my lips before pushing his tongue into my pussy, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The way he latched on to my clit should be studied. Pyrite showed me no mercy, and I loved it.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I dug my nails into his scalp and pulled at his hair. “Pyrite!”

My begging only seemed to turn him on because he groaned as he continued to move his tongue against my clit. My entire body vibrated, and my back arched off the bed. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place and shook his head.

“Stop all that fucking moving!” he demanded, then kissed my inner thigh.

“I told you this was my favorite place to be. Let me enjoy my time.” He nipped at my thigh and then kissed the sting away.

Making his way back to my pussy seemed like a game to Pyrite.

He bit, nibbled, licked, sucked, and worshiped my body. “Oh, look, my playground.”