18
I didn’t have a chance to process what he said until the next morning.
I don’t believe in relationships.
I don’t know why that bothered me since I was supposed to be avoiding relationships myself, but it did. And as I sat in my bedroom the next morning, I actually felt kind of stupid. My ridiculous sister was right. In my mind, I had turned what Ryan and I were doing into a relationship when he’d made no indication that was what it was. I just couldn’t help myself! Something was seriously wrong with me. I mean, the man was only in town for four more months. Who tries to build a relationship on those terms? My dumb ass, that’s who.
I shook my head as I reached down and laid my hand on my sore yoni. It was a good soreness. Shit, it was a great soreness. A superb soreness. But it was also a reminder of just how slow my ass was. Therefore, when Harrison called me later that day, I answered for the first time in weeks. And when he invited me out to dinner, I accepted. It was time to go back to my original plan, so when Ryan texted me, Hey, baby. Can’t wait to see u this evening, I didn’t reply.
I might not be shit, but I can admit when I’m wrong. When I said all pussy is the same? Well, I was wrong. Dead wrong. I had never felt anything as good as being inside Angela Strickland. EVER. She had me sitting at work, reminiscing and fantasizing. I was straight up feenin’ for her. I started to call her or go home to see her during my lunch break, get another taste of her, but knew once we got started, I wasn’t going to be able to leave her. After work, we could have a little dinner and spend the rest of the evening working on dessert.
When I made it to my place, I rushed inside and took a shower, got dressed, and headed over to Angela’s, because she was literally the only thing on my mind. She answered the door with a smile, wearing a short black dress and a pair of high heels that made her legs look good enough to lick from knee to toe and back.
“Hey,” she said. “I was just on my way out.”
“Oh, where you headed?” I asked, wishing I could get inside that apartment and tear that dress off her.
“On a date,” she said matter-of-factly, as she dug in her purse and pulled out a tube of lip gloss. I licked my lips as she glided the tube across hers.
I chuckled. “For real, you going somewhere with your sisters or something?”
“No, Ryan, I’m going on a date.”
“With a man?”
“Yes, with a man.”
My eyes widened. “After last night? You’re going on a date after last night?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, and I’m running late, couldn’t figure out what to wear. So if you’ll excuse me…”
I stood there in her doorway and stared at her. “How the hell you gonna go on a date after what we shared last night? That meant nothing to you?”
She sighed. “I didn’t say that, but you made it clear you don’t want a relationship, that this is not a relationship, and since this is not a relationship, that means I’m free to go on a date. Again, excuse me.”
“Fine, then. We’re in a relationship.” I couldn’t believe I said that shit.
“You don’t believe in relationships.”
“I do now.”
“And we’re in a relationship? Since when?”
“Since right-damn-now, Angela!”
She placed a hand on her hip. “So, we’re in a relationship because you say so?”
“We’re in a relationship because that’s what you want. Isn’t that what you want? A relationship?”
“I didn’t say that, Ryan.”
“Shit, Angela, then what do you want? What do you want me to say? You’re driving me fucking crazy!”
She threw up her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make you crazy. I’m just not understanding you. First you say you don’t want to be in a relationship, and now you do?”
“What I want is you! I wanna be with you, and I’ll do or say whatever you want me to, to make that happen.”
“Ryan—”
“Tell me what to do. I’ll do it. Anything you ask. Anything.”
“Ryan, I—”
I cupped her face in my hands. “Tell me what to say, and I’ll say it and I’ll fucking mean it. I’ll mean it from my soul.”
She looked up at me. “Ryan…”
“Tell me, baby. Just tell me.”
“Ryan, I…you don’t—”
“I just wanna be with you. That’s all I want, baby. It’s all I think about. It’s all I’ve thought about since the day I first laid eyes on you. Don’t go on that date. Please, don’t go. Stay with me. Baby, please…just stay here with me. I’m fucking begging you not to go. I’ll do anything, anything you ask. Just stay…”
I lowered my head and kissed her, heard her keys and purse drop to the floor as she wrapped her arms around me. I backed her into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind us, fell to my knees, and lifted her dress.
“Ryan, wait a—”
It was too late, I already had her panties down around her ankles. I stood in front of her and pulled my basketball shorts down. “Kick those panties off, baby. Leave the shoes on.”
She was done protesting, I guess, because she did what I said. And when I lifted her from the floor, she wrapped her legs around me, heels still on. I entered her, wincing when she grabbed my upper arms and dug her nails into them.
She shouted my name, and I smiled at her before devouring her sweet mouth again. I gripped her firm ass and thrusted hard and deep, letting her warmth fuel my passion. She felt good, better than good, and with each stroke, made me want that much more of her.
“Baby, baby…” I said against her mouth.
She whined and whimpered as she clutched me. This was what I had thought about all day at work, being inside of her, holding her, feeling her.
I moved to the sofa, still inside of her as I sat down. As if on cue, she pushed against my chest, threw her head back, and started grinding in my lap.
I tugged at her dress and she raised her arms as I pulled it over her head, pushed her bra up, and covered her breasts with my hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers. “You’re so beautiful, Angela.”
“Ryan, Ryan…” she groaned.
I reached between us, slid my finger over her clit, and felt her jerk. “Ryannnnnnn,” she wailed.
“Baby…” I answered.
She grinded until she hit her peak, jerked so hard she damn near fell off my lap, but I held her to me as tightly as I could without hurting her, and when it was my time to explode, I clamped my mouth to her neck and sucked so hard she screamed.
*****
“You made me stand Harrison up,” she said, as we lay on her sofa. Me, in nothing but a t-shirt. Her, in nothing but those shoes.
“Who is Harrison?”
“My date. The one you saw me with at Coda that night.”
“Oh, Urkel? He’ll be all right.”
“You did not just call him Urkel!”
I shrugged. “He seems like an Urkel to me.”
“He’s actually really sweet. It’s not his fault you swooped in and snatched me away from him.”
“Baby, if he ever had you, I wouldn’t have been able to take you from him.”
“I guess…”
I chuckled. “You know I’m right.”
“Maybe you are.”
“Hey, can we get something clear, right here and right now?”
She lifted her head from my chest. “Yeah, what?”
“We’re together now, you and me. We’re in a relationship. No more dates unless I’m the one taking you out.”
“Okay. Then the same goes for you. No dates, booty calls, nothing.”
“You think I’ve been having booty calls?”
“I know you’re handsome, fine, and women would be more than willing to have a booty call with you.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to worry about that. You got my head all twisted up. You’re the only woman I see. The only one I want.”
“Hmm, good, but what are we going to do when your job is done and you have to leave?” Her voice was soft, light.
The thought had occurred to me, but like most things that were hard for me to face, I just pushed it to the back of my mind. “I don’t know, baby. What I do know is I wanna be with you, and not just temporarily. When my job ends here, I’ll figure something out. For now, let’s just enjoy each other.”
“Okay.”
We were silent as I held her in my arms. Then she said, “I need to call Harrison and try to explain why I stood him up. He’s been nice to me. I owe him a phone call at the very least.”
I didn’t like it, but I knew she was right. It was the decent thing to do. “Yeah, I know. Go ahead.”
She lifted her body from mine, still naked, still beautiful as she stood and grabbed her purse from the floor, dug inside, and pulled out her phone. I sat up on the sofa and she sat beside me, resting her hand on my knee as she held the phone up to her ear.
“Hi, Harrison? Hey, no…I’m fine. No, I didn’t forget. Look, something came up. It was…unavoidable. Yeah…I’m so sorry. I wish I could’ve let you know earlier…”
I continued listening to her side of the conversation as I slid my hand between her thighs and found her treasure, still sticky from our earlier sex. Her eyes widened as she looked at me and stuttered, “Um-uh-H-Harrison, I need to hang up. O…okay? No, I don’t think I caaaaaaan…”
I took the phone from her hand and ended the call, pulling her onto my lap and guiding myself inside of her. As she closed her eyes and began to slide up and down me, she murmured, “You’re wrong for doing that while I was on the phone.”
I smiled, and said, “I know.”