by A'zayler
“You see what I’m saying!” Yeshi exclaimed. “I was heated as hell watching her switch her big ass back and forth past me like I wasn’t sitting there. Then, she had the nerve to have a bag with her panties and shit in it. Man, I wanted to kick her out her own spot when I walked in the laundry room, and she was tossing her bra and shit into the washing machine. Man, I snatched that shit right back out of there.”
“What you do when you got it?” Killian could barely ask through his laughter.
Yeshi was about to keep talking, but after seeing how big of a kick Killian was getting out of his anguish, he had to stop for a minute.
“Nigga, that shit ain’t that funny.”
“Yes, the fuck it is.” Killian was still laughing. “Logan hoe’d the fuck out your ass.”
The more Yeshi thought about it, he had to laugh too because Killian was right. She had straight bitched him up by coming in that time of morning and talking to him like that.
“I bet she won’t be on this mad shit if I fucked off with Jerian on her ass.”
Killian’s laughter finally stopped as he stood back to his full height with a frown on his face. He had been leaning over some from his laughter but had straightened out to look Yeshi in the eye.
“Don’t you dare do that shit. You fucked this up, not her.” Killian’s eyebrows knitted tighter together as his frown deepened. “For real, don’t do her like that. Logan is the homie, and I ain’t about to let your out of control ass hurt her feelings. Homeboy or not, I will beat your ass about that shit.”
“Beat my ass? Nigga, shut the fuck up. You know damn well we’d tear Atlanta up if we got to hitting. I ain’t backing down from you or no fucking fight.” Yeshi smirked.
“We’ll fuck it up then because, on me, I’ll go off in your shit if you hurt her feelings that bad.”
Even though Yeshi knew Killian was serious about fighting him, he also knew it wouldn’t mean nothing for real. They’d fight and still be friends afterward. That was just the type of dudes they were. They’d fight the world for what they thought was right, and no matter how mad Logan had made him, Killian was right and would have every right to straighten him if he hurt her.
“You know what? The more I think about it, you might need to go ahead and leave her be. You ain’t trying to do right.”
“Yes, I am,” Yeshi half whined. “It’s just hard as hell. I ain’t trying to break her heart, but that’s just what I do. And the crazy part about it is, I already know that. I told her I’d fuck up, and we probably shouldn’t try to get too close.”
“But you also just said you fucked the girl. Yesh, you can’t tell her shit like you’ll break her heart but then turn around and be kissing and touching on her and shit. Women fall in love with stuff like that. You think she’s going to give you breaking her heart a second thought if you’re making her feel good while you’re telling it to her?” Killian paused for a minute to look at the paper on the window of the pick-up truck they were next to. “She’s going to go off what she feels not what she hears, so if you’re holding her but explaining how bad you’d do her, all she’s going to do is draw closer to you, thinking she can save you from doing her like that.” Killian shook his head. “Females ain’t like us. They be too deep in their feelings to realize when shit ain’t good for them.”
“Was East like that?”
The same smile that he wore whenever he thought of his wife spread across his face. “Nah, but my girl is different. She ain’t like none of these other women. What works for her will probably never work for Logan. East fucked me the first night I ever met her and told me not to wear a condom but threatened to fuck up my whip the whole time I was stabbing.” Killian smirked. “She was doing the same shit to me that you trying to do to Logan. She was feeling good but saying truthful shit, even if it was bad.”
“Yo, y’all some fucking lunatics. I wouldn’t even be able to finish stroking if a woman told me she was gon’ fuck my whip up. What you say to that?”
“I told her to fuck it up,” Killian said as if it was the most natural thing. “I wasn’t gon’ do nothing but pay to get the shit fixed.”
“You wasn’t gon’ be mad?”
Killian smiled hard. “Nah. I know what good dick does to her. She would have been doing it out of love.”
“Oh, hell nah.” Yeshi laughed. “Y’all crazy for real.”
“We’re the same, though. Her crazy matches mine. We might yell and say weird shit, but we love each other. We’ve had the same connection from the night I met her until now. It ain’t went nowhere yet. Crazy or not, I ain’t leaving her because she’s a good woman, and that’s hard to find, especially for me. East was the first woman who loved me and treated me like she was scared to lose me. I feel wanted with her, and that shit there don’t ever get old. Long as she wants me, I’m here.”
Yeshi rubbed his chin while listening to Killian explain he and East’s crazy relationship. He’d already seen it firsthand how the two of them acted about each other but hearing it from Killian took his thoughts a little deeper. He’d never felt like that about a woman, hadn’t wanted to. Sad as it was, he just didn’t value them like that. He’d assumed most men thought the same way that he did, but apparently, he’d been wrong.
“So, you don’t think about cheating on her?”
“I did cheat on her, remember?” Killian referred to Sheena. “Then I cheated again just being stupid as fuck. I was scared to love her, and I ain’t want to say the shit. Made me feel too much like a hoe, but once I realized being vulnerable with her was better than not having her, I got my shit together.”
“So, you think I need to be vulnerable with Logan?”
The look on Killian’s face confused Yeshi because he couldn’t read it. But, as always, once Killian started talking, he cleared it right on up for him. Whether it sounded rude or not.
“Yeshi, you been in the hospital on suicide watch, going through alcoholic withdrawals, and damn near homeless, all in front of her. Your ass been vulnerable.”
Their laughter erupted and coincided with each other. Even with all of it being at the forefront of his existence, Yeshi hadn’t thought about it at all. Killian was right. He’d been vulnerable in front of Logan from the moment they’d met. She had literally seen him at his worst and stayed. He palmed his face as the realization of how stupid he was sunk in.
“Fuck.”
“Yep, fuck yourself. Or like my wife likes to say, fuck me.” Killian said that last part in his best girl voice, making them both laugh again.
“She does always say that gay shit.” Yeshi laughed.
Killian’s face lit up again while obviously thinking of East. “She loves that dumb shit. But, it wasn’t until we broke up, and she was ignoring my ass that I realized why she says it.” He chuckled. “It fits a fucked up situation.”
“Hell yeah,” Yeshi agreed. “Let me go tell these folks I’ma get this truck, so I can go see my girl.”
Yeshi, Killian, and a sleeping Cali walked back into the building to find the salesman that they’d been working with all day. He was right at the front and was happily waiting for them the moment they stepped inside. As it always did, the process of actually getting the truck took longer than he’d wanted it to, but he made it happen and was on his way. After the reassurance that Yeshi would indeed be getting the truck, Killian and Cali had left him to finish.
He was flying down the highway on his way to Logan’s loft when an idea popped into his head. Yeshi grabbed his phone and googled the closest flower shop then placed an order for two dozen roses. After paying for them over the phone, he picked them up and headed for the mall. It was packed as usual, but he had one destination only, so he went straight there.
The diamond tennis bracelet and matching necklace cost him a grip, but he was in deep in the doghouse and was ready to get out.
“She’s going to love it,” the young worker told him with a smile on her face. “I know I would.”
Yeshi caug
ht her flirting but chose to ignore it, even though it took everything in him to do so. When he was finally done in there, he checked a few stores, grabbed himself a few things, and was back on his way. The drive to her house seemed a little longer than normal, but he eventually made it. He was happy to see her car when he pulled in.
He’d been on the move all day and hadn’t given himself time to think about how she would react to his gesture. After a couple of deep breaths, Yeshi felt relaxed enough to approach her. He’d gathered all the gifts and hopped out of his truck, only to double back.
The small pint of his favorite drink was lying carelessly in the passenger seat. With a quickness, he snatched it and tossed it into his NIKE workout bag on the backseat. Satisfied, and in a hurry to see Logan, he grabbed her flowers and gift then practically ran to her.
Music was playing throughout the house when he walked in. The smell of vanilla wafted up his nose and made him close his eyes. It all felt so good. He felt… at home.
“Logan? Where you at, baby?”
She didn’t respond, and he wasn’t surprised, but all that attitude was about to stop today. With flowers in one hand and the jewelry in the other, he walked into her bedroom. She was seated in the middle of her bed Indian style with her bible and a small notebook in front of her. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and for the first time ever, he saw her with glasses on.
“Logan,” he called her name again, she looked up.
The initial surprise on her face was masked just before she put her head back down. Yeshi smiled at her attempt to stay mad.
“You don’t see me standing here? I’m trying to apologize.”
“No, you’re not. You’re just standing there.”
Yeshi bit his bottom lip and walked into her room. He set the flowers down on her nightstand along with the bracelet before leaning over and grabbing her hand.
“Come here.”
She moved slowly and even acted like she didn’t want to, but she came. When she was on her feet in front of him, Yeshi leaned down so to look at her face. Versus saying anything, he grabbed a handful of her light brown hair and pulled her head back so he could see her face. Like the nigga that he was, his other hand grabbed a handful of her butt and pulled her until she was pressed against him.
The hot pink sports bra and black leggings were too tempting for him not to touch. Even if he had rushed on all the ugly women in the world, God had truly taken his time on Logan. Maybe he did that with all his angels? Nah. Yeshi shook his head. He’d dated plenty of pretty women, but those hoes were just as ugly on the inside as they were pretty on the outside.
Logan’s plump lips poked out as she twisted them casually to the side. Yeshi squeezed her butt in his hand, even releasing it so he could rub on it while looking in her eyes. He was surprised she hadn’t broken eye contact yet. Just as he was looking at her, she was looking at him. Her gaze seemingly deeper than his.
“You so pretty.”
“I know.”
Yeshi licked his lips. “I’m sorry for making you feel bad and for being disrespectful. I shouldn’t have entertained that girl like that. It felt good to feel like the old me, and I took advantage. You didn’t deserve that.” Yeshi’s grip on her butt tightened and her open palm pressed flat against his chest. It felt good to have her touching him again. “I owe you more than that.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Yeshi.”
“Yes, I do. You’ve been my saving grace, even getting out of your element just to satisfy me, and I abused your efforts.” When he couldn’t hold back anymore, Yeshi kissed her mouth.
She kissed him back, even wrapping both of her arms around his neck. Since his hand was free, Yeshi grabbed her with both hands, massaging and gripping the ass that had been made with him in mind. The moment he got to Heaven, if he made it, he was going to give God kudos for Logan’s shape. He had done his thing for real with that one.
Yeshi pulled away, prepared to say something else, but Logan shook her head and pulled his mouth back to her for another kiss. With his tongue practically down her throat, Yeshi heard her moan.
“Hold up.” Yeshi pushed her body away from his for a minute. “You starting something.” His dick was poking straight out of the gray sweatpants he was wearing when they looked down.
Logan’s bright skin flushed red as she marveled at it before nervously looking away. It was clear that she was just as hot and bothered as he was but was doing her best not to show it.
“You want it?”
She nodded.
Yeshi wasted no more time talking. He roughly snatched her right back to him and pulled at her leggings. He rid her of those first before pulling her bra over her head. Once she was naked, he removed all his clothing and picked her up. He was about to lay her down on her bed, but his eyes landed on her bible, and he switched his path in a hurry.
Logan was a good girl, and the moment she caught sight of that bible, she’d probably change her mind, and he didn’t want that. Call it whatever you like, but Yeshi needed some pussy, and if he had to take her in the hallway to get it, then that’s what he was about to do. She’d have to worry about that saving herself for her husband stuff later. Hell, he was her damn husband.
“Where we going?” she asked as he carried her into the hallway.
With one hand, he held her up, and with the other, he opened her closet door and snatched a sheet out. He tossed it to the floor before laying her down on it.
“I don’t want you to get a rug burn.” He winked, and she smiled.
“Let my neck go for a minute.” He pulled at her arms, and they fell to her sides.
Yeshi licked his lips and grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head while pushing her thighs open with the other. He winked at her before sliding down the length of her body until he was between her thighs. He placed both of her hands on the top of his head just before his mouth found her lower lips.
“I’m sorry for hurting you.”
His words were replaced with his tongue shortly after. For all the angry feelings, all of the hurt feelings, all of the misunderstood or indescribable feelings, Yeshi used his mouth to apologize. Deeply. In and out, he pushed and twirled the thickness of his tongue to take her there. It hadn’t been long, but her moans had heightened, and her thighs were beginning to tremble.
“You know how much I love these?” He kissed and licked the insides of her thighs.
Logan shook her head but said nothing, well almost nothing. Her moans held a conversation of their own. Yelling, yearning, and begging for Yeshi to make his apology clearer, so he did. With the expertise of a well-developed womanizer, Yeshi made sure that Logan could feel any and everything he hadn’t verbally relayed. When the tremors took over her body, and her legs began to suffocate his head, he smiled. Mission accomplished.
“How you feel about going half on a baby with me?” Yeshi asked as he fed her inch after inch of him.
Too filled up to answer, Logan shook her head instead. He chuckled at her response. He’d figured she was going to say no.
“You don’t want my babies?”
It took her a minute to remove the arch from her back and allow her body to adjust to the pressure he was applying, but when she finally did, she ran her hands over his abs and found his gaze.
“I do.”
“What you shake your head for?”
“So, you’ll know I don’t want them now.” She smiled. “One day.” Logan gasped when he pulled out and pushed back in.
Yeshi felt her. He felt the same, so he ended the conversation and just enjoyed the place he was in. Between her thighs, deep inside her body, Yeshi relaxed and allowed the moment to overtake him. Her moans were his background music as he fantasized about what a life with her would be like. To see her below him was like witnessing a miracle. Out of all the men on the planet, she’d allowed him to be her one.
As if that wasn’t enough, the way her body called to him was praiseworthy. She had the most i
nnocent yet seductive aura he’d ever encountered. Logan didn’t even have to say anything to draw his deepest attraction and feelings for her out; it came willingly. All she had to do was smile at him or open her legs to him, and all the feelings that he’d hidden from everyone else came rushing out.
“Damn.” Yeshi fell forward so that he was pressing against her with their faces only inches apart.
He needed to be closer to her; right then, he was still too far away. With his forehead pressed against hers, he was able to get a closer look into her eyes, and that’s where he found the closeness he’d been missing. Naturally, her body welcomed him, and he was able to slide deeper and get wetter. Unable to stop them, Yeshi’s eyes closed, and he exhaled.
“Gotdamn, I want to be in love with you so badly.”
She held him tighter upon that revelation. “What’s stopping you?”
His tortured eyes popped open. “Me,” he growled out before leaning back away from her and picking up his pace.
With a lot more force than he’d been using before, Yeshi pounded her body relentlessly. Grabbing thighs, sucking titties, groaning… damn near yelling, all in pursuit of the feeling that only she’d been able to give him. With the amount of passion she exuded and the heavy hunger he required, it wasn’t long before he reached his peak with her following closely at the end.
With heavy breathing in her ear, Yeshi released everything he’d been trying to say. As his body convulsed from the pleasure resting between her thighs, his lips found the side of her face and eventually stopped on her mouth.
“I’m gon’ make myself fall in love with you, watch,” he told her in a reassuring voice.
He was talking to her and telling her, but in reality, he was telling himself also. He’d been running from love for so long that he didn’t even know what to do with the feeling that he knew for sure had to be it. Though he wasn’t a love expert in any area, he knew body language, and Logan’s body told him all day every day that she was the one for him. Even if it was simply because she wanted to be the woman for him, that was good enough for him. She didn’t have to go to any extraordinary lengths or be anyone she wasn’t; as long as she had that want for him, he’d find the rest of the way for them.