Page 10 of Suleem and Yahzi (D-Ville Projects #1)

Yahzi

We ended up at Sweet Auburn. Suleem suggested Pancake House and I told him I wanted wings.

His ass wasn’t slick. He just threw something out there to make me decide, but that was our thing, so I rolled with it.

We shared a twenty-four piece, all flats, with the Sweet Auburn Whiskey glaze and loaded fries I ate most of.

Crescent Falls had good food, but with keeping a low profile, I hardly ever went out. Using the Munchies app worked but there was just something about food coming straight out the kitchen that made it slap. I also loved the wings at Sweet Auburn so there was no shame in me tearing them down.

“If your ass wasn’t so thick, I’d seriously be questioning whether or not you been eating good since you were gone.”

I grinned as I picked over the handful of wings left, selecting one that had the most glaze on it before I tore into it.

“You know I have a love affair with these wings.”

Suleem’s sexy ass nodded and looked around before his eyes washed over me in a way that had every nerve ending in my body on high alert and my pussy thumping with a need to be filled soon.

“You want me to place an order to go?”

“No, I’m full,” I said and reached for some fries that I dipped in a side of ranch before I shoved them in my mouth.

He lifted his beer and turned the bottle up, keeping his eyes on me. The way he took me in was heavy and possessive, like he needed every detail and wasn’t willing to share any parts of me with anyone else.

“Give me what you owe,” he said smoothly, then leaned back in his chair with those greedy eyes on me.

“You want me to pay for our food?”

He shook his head. “Not the food, Yah. You’ll never have to come out of your pocket for a damn thing in my presence. You know how I come behind you. You owe me three years. I need that.”

“You didn’t miss much.”

“Every layer of your life is a privilege, baby. Your smiles, your tears, your fucked up attitude when shit doesn’t go your way.

Tell me about them crybaby sessions you had ’cause your period was kicking your ass and I wasn’t there to fuck them cramps away for you.

I want all that. Even if you don’t feel it’s relevant, tell me and let me decide if I want to cherish them details or not. Run that shit.”

The arrogant way his eyes moved over my body had me wanting to groan in approval.

My cycles were always hard and my cramps were debilitating.

During a doctor’s visit he insisted on going to, Suleem’s no filter ass asked if I could fuck on my cycle.

I was mortified but she smiled politely and answered yes, which she followed up by expressing that the endorphin release could also help with cramps.

I smiled, knowing he wasn’t going to give me a pass.

That was how this man was with me. For the next hour I talked and he listened.

I told him everything I could think of from the first night I spent in my apartment there to the minute before he came and got me.

I gave him every detail and he cataloged every word, not speaking until I was done.

Then he asked a question that had my chest tight.

“Were you happy?”

Without me…

Without the family we could have had but didn’t because of me…

Those silent, unspoken words were loud and I refused to punish him any more than he had punished himself.

“I was okay.” It wasn’t what he asked but it also wasn’t a lie. We never lied to each other.

Suleem nodded then glanced at my purse on the chair between us.

In the past hour that we’d been here, calls came back to back.

I didn’t have to check the missed calls to know who they were from.

I woke up this morning with texts threatening me.

Threatening Bank. I wasn’t crazy enough to believe the beating Suleem gave Dex would end there.

When I got the first text and had to use context to realize who it was, I navigated through my phone to see Dex’s number had been blocked.

That was intentional and not done by me, which meant Suleem knew the things he was saying to me.

Dex’s life was at risk and there wasn’t much I could do to help.

I wouldn’t intervene. Defending another man to Suleem was an argument I wouldn’t win and a road I wouldn’t dare travel down.

I knew who this man was and understood the price of being in his life.

Three years ago, I ran because I thought I could erase or reverse the way this man imprinted himself on me and through me.

I ran to him to protect me from a menace who intended to harm my heart and spirit and there was no turning back. I didn’t want to.

Maybe I could have, if I hadn’t found myself at the center of his orbit again.

Now, however, I’d felt him and it mended what was broken in me, so I resigned myself to accepting that he was mine and I was his.

That meant accepting who and what he was, but regardless, I wanted to live in this isolated bubble for a little while longer before I had to come face to face with that side of his world.

When my phone worked its way through another call notification, Suleem dropped his eyes to my purse then slowly brought them back up to mine.

“Tell me about your friends.”

The way he looked at me expressed he already knew the details of what he was asking. “I don’t have any.”

“Then who the fuck is blowing you up?”

“Can we not?”

“I don’t ignore problems, Yah. That’s not how I get down and that muthafucker is a problem. Did he put his hands on you?”

“No.” I delivered the answer with confidence. He nodded, removed cash, and placed it on the table.

“Let’s ride. You paid your debt, now I’m about to pay mine.

” The way his eyes moved over me and blazed my skin brought a smile to my face.

I hurried my ass out of the chair and Suleem rounded the table and reached for my purse before I could get it.

Once he had my phone in hand, he dropped it into his pocket, not once looking at the screen.

“You’re taking my phone?” I asked but the answer had been given when it ended up in his pocket.

He nodded and an arm dropped over my shoulders before I was tucked at his side. “You need to make a call, you got mine. I’ll get you a new one.”

That was the final word and I didn’t care enough to challenge it. Right now all I wanted was to be back at his place so I could let him pay what he owed.

We made it back to the apartment and I showered while Suleem smoked.

I wanted him with me but he refused, saying that after three years, he needed space and time to welcome me home.

So when I left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body, I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him with an ache between my thighs from the anticipation of what I knew was to come.

By the time I was spread out beneath him, completely exposed, my body was humming with anticipation. The first pass of his fingers over my pussy had my hips lifting from the bed and my fingers curling into my palms.

He smiled sexily. The grill was gone, blessing me with pretty teeth behind lips I wanted on me. When he nudged my legs wider and the roughness of his fingers met my skin again, I moaned my approval. They glided across my lips and dragged between them until he was deep enough to tease my opening.

I kept my eyes on his, needing to know he felt this just as much as me.

Three years…

The second he pushed inside me my body locked tightly then relaxed, welcoming his touch.

Fuck, I needed this so much. I needed him.

In and out. Those thick fingers pushed deeper, retreating and returning at a tortuously slow pace before the bed dipped from the weight of his knee meeting the mattress.

He leaned over me enough to let his tongue glide over my right nipple.

The softness of this contact before he sucked it between his lips had my back arching from the bed.

“You missed me, Yah?” His tone was low and raspy. The vibration of his voice on my skin while he sucked my nipple harder had me circling my hips. He kept thrusting his fingers at a steady pace and oh fuck…

“Tell me you missed me, Yah. I need to hear that shit.”

My eyes narrowed on his and his teeth grazed my nipple, causing me to moan and nod my response. He smirked and shook his head.

“Nah, say it.”

“I missed you.”

He brushed his thumb over my clit and laughed arrogantly. “I missed you too, baby.”

My eyes slammed shut when his fingers drove into me at a faster, rougher pace. Deep, hard plunges while his thumb worked my clit. The tightening in my core increased at a rapid pace, rolling through me.

…and I chased it.

I ground my hips against his hand, watching the arrogance in his expression. When I broke, his mouth crashed against mine, fucking me with his tongue and his fingers while my body submitted to him.

While I sucked in oxygen to try and recover, Suleem left my body and placed his next to mine on the mattress. “Come take your spot, Yah.”

As drained as my body currently was, I did exactly that.

I lifted from the bed and straddled his face, moaning when his tongue drove into my pussy.

He groaned in appreciation before devouring me.

I rode his face while he braced me with his fingers and pressed into my ass to spread my cheeks wide enough to gain complete access.

It didn’t take long before my skin was blazing, my muscles locked tightly and my mind clouded from the orgasm that slammed into me.

He licked and sucked me through the delirium then my back was on the mattress again, Suleem hovering over me and his body spreading my legs again.

I felt the thickness of his head glide over me before he pushed forward enough to ease through my folds. While his mouth brushed mine and the warmth of his tongue pushed into my mouth, he pushed into me and I sighed in contentment from the fullness of how thick and hard he was.

“You miss this too, Yah?”

“Fuck…definitely missed this.”