Page 13 of Rounds (Love In Scrubs)

He kissed my lips as he continued stroking me.

God, this felt like love. I couldn’t respond to him though.

He pulled out of me and rolled me off him to the bed.

He went to his knees and rolled me to my stomach and lifted my hips to him.

He slowly slid into me from the back, sensually stroking my G-spot.

I’d never orgasmed from this position, but it seemed tonight was going to be a night of firsts for me.

“Your pussy is so wet and hot, Delaney. Shit. I can feel your orgasm coming. Give it to me. Stop thinking so much and just let this shit flow. I want you . . . all of you. I’m willing to wait.

Just don’t shut me out, baby. Your body already loves me.

I want your heart to eventually follow suit.

Give me what I need. It seems I’ve been craving what you have to offer because my heart is wide open. ”

His strokes were powerful as he slammed into me slowly. “Oh fuck!”

His words were so beautiful. I just couldn’t respond to them right now, and I didn’t know if I ever would. I’d never heard that he sold false hopes. If he said this was how he felt, I had to believe him until he proved otherwise.

My orgasm had started to dwindle until he yelled, “Cum on this dick! Quit playing with me!”

He smacked my ass cheek and began fucking the shit out of me. He slid his thumb to my asshole and penetrated it. That did it. I came a river.

“Yeah, baby. Good girl. This my fucking pussy, Delaney. You hear me? This my shit.”

He was pounding the air and feelings right out of me.

I could barely breathe let alone talk. The tears were falling down my cheeks.

That was something I’d never done either.

Crying during sex seemed so fake to me until now.

My pussy obeyed him, submitting to his authority.

How? He pulled out of me and shot cum all over my back. “Fuck!” he yelled.

I was so damned drained I could barely move. I felt him get up from the bed and heard the water running. When he came back, he wiped the cum from my back then wiped his dick and threw the towel to the floor. Getting in bed with me, he pulled me close once again, spooning me.

“Get some sleep, Glover.”

“Mm-hmm. You too. Are you working tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Okay. Still get some rest.”

He kissed my cheek and seemed to go straight to sleep afterward.

As tired as I felt, my mind was still running wild.

I could only hope that Jaunté wouldn’t be on no bullshit when I went back home.

After going to the bathroom and cleaning up, I rejoined Glover in bed.

I listened to the soft jazz music still playing on my phone and allowed it to soothe my spirit and mind until I was sound asleep as well.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

I smiled weakly at Glover as I watched him get dressed for work.

I was so fucking tired. My mind had been on go all day and night.

It didn’t even stop in my sleep, because I dreamed about all sorts of fuckery .

. . from fighting Jaunté to fucking him.

After what I got last night, there was no way I would go back to Jaunté’s selfish ass.

It didn’t matter if I got mine or not. Sex was all about pleasing himself.

The crazy part was that I didn’t even realize that shit until being with Glover.

“Good morning.”

He chuckled. I knew why. I was grouchy in the mornings.

Although it was nine thirty, I didn’t fall asleep until after four.

I had to get up though, because I had to check out today.

I wished I would’ve stayed somewhere cheaper so I could have stayed longer.

I made good money as a phlebotomist, but I didn’t want to spend all the shit on hotels.

This room was nearly three hundred dollars a night.

I wanted to enjoy luxury and stay somewhere that almost felt like a home instead of a hotel.

I didn’t rest any easier though. I was putting myself through unnecessary bullshit.

I left room for doubt with Jaunté yesterday and the day before.

When he said he wasn’t going to stop trying to make things right, I didn’t respond.

When I was arguing with him, I didn’t make it clear that I was done.

I just told him that I was going to get revenge, basically.

I knew that was because I was so in my feelings.

However, sleeping with Glover proved to me how much I was really missing.

I would be moving into my apartment soon, and I couldn’t wait. The clarity I gained last night had wiped those thoughts of taking him back clean off my mind. I would be better off alone. Even if I took him back, I would always wonder if he was still sleeping around. That trust was broken.

I stood from the bed to go brush my teeth as Glover stared at me.

He was used to functioning on a limited amount of sleep.

I didn’t know how he did that shit, because I needed all my hours.

When I got anything under six hours, I was an entire problem.

Jaunté was going to get all this attitude when I got there.

I started the shower after brushing my teeth, then went back to the room to get clothes.

Before I could dig in my bag, Glover grabbed my hand, gently pulling me to him. He kissed my forehead then my lips.

“What do you have on your agenda today?”

“I shrugged. I have to check out in a little bit. So I have to go home.”

He hugged me tightly. “Okay. I hope to hear from you soon. I understand you have business to handle. Just don’t leave me hanging.”

“I won’t.”

“I have to go. Talk to you soon, baby.”

He grabbed his bag and left. I wanted to cry, but I was able to suck that shit up. I went to take a shower, got dressed, and got my ass out of this hotel room before eleven.

When I got to the house, I noticed Jaunté’s car was gone.

Thank you, Lord, for small favors. That gave me time to get situated.

I grabbed my bag and went inside, only to see him sitting on the couch watching TV.

Fuck! His car wasn’t here, so I assumed he wasn’t either.

Wrong assumption. He quickly stood and tried to approach me.

I held my hand up, causing him to halt his steps.

“I don’t want to hear your shit. We will talk when I get my shit put away.”

“Whoever you fucked must have been a one-minute man or some shit. That’s why you in a bad mood. I can fix that shit if you let me.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned to him.

“Actually, he was the opposite. I came five times last night, because he actually cared about pleasing me. That’s shit you never gave a fuck about.

I didn’t get much sleep, so I don’t want to be fucked with right now.

Having to come back here didn’t make my attitude any better.

Now shut the fuck up before I really hurt your pitiful feelings. ”

His eyebrows lifted. “So, you just gon’ come in my house disrespecting me like that?”

“Jaunté . . . nigga. Do you listen at all? You started all this shit and now you can’t take what you dished out first. I’m going to be moving out, but I have to pack my shit.

There is nothing we can work on. I don’t trust you to be faithful, not after the shit I overheard and found out from your coworker.

I’m just glad I found out about your ass before things went any further between us.

I hate that I even moved in with you, because now I have to find somewhere else to live. ”

He nodded as he turned his lip up. “Gone ’head and get out now then. Pack yo’ shit and leave today.”

“And go where?”

“That ain’t my problem. You should have kept yo’ slick ass comments to yourself. Go back to wherever you’ve been the past couple of days.”

He walked away from me, leaving me stunned.

He was the one who fucked up. Why was this all on me?

I took a deep breath and went to the room we used to share and started pulling shit out of drawers.

I grabbed my luggage from the closet and fit all my undergarments and hygiene items in one of them, being sure to put liquids in plastic bags in case they spilled.

I packed as much of my shit as I could get into five suitcases, then put my clothes in garbage bags.

I wanted to cry, but I wouldn’t give his ass the satisfaction.

I only had big items that I would have to come back for, like my bookshelves, treadmill, and lamps.

This wasn’t what I expected. I thought we would talk like adults and get shit out in the open.

I knew we would yell and argue, but I thought he’d be a little more accountable for his fuck ups than this.

Once I loaded my car, I realized I could take my table lamps as well. Thankfully, I had a huge trunk for the suitcases, and the six garbage bags of clothes fit in my back seat. I could put the lamps in the front. I went back inside to get them.

“You gon’ leave your key?”

“Not until I get all my shit. I still have three bookshelves and a treadmill in there. I’m not leaving my shit here. I just can’t fit them in what I’m driving. Once I get everything, I will gladly leave your key.”

I rolled my eyes and walked off. When I got to my car, I yelled, “Fuck!”

I had to think about where I would find a room at.

If I didn’t find anywhere to stay, I would have to stay at the damn hospital.

It was the tourist season around here, so the pickings for rooms were slim.

People loved the mountains and preservation parks.

There were ski slopes and all kinds of outdoorsy shit for people to enjoy.

After driving off, I allowed the tears I had left in me to escape. My life was all the way fucked up.