Syn 2: Sex Is Syn, Love Is Pain

by J Peach

  “Then I’ll have to fuck the both of y’all up,” he called behind me laughing.

  I stopped in the living room, thought for a second, then turned and went back into the kitchen. “Chris, if yo ass don’t get the fuck out my food, I’mma beat yo ass for real. Parker ain’t even had a plate and yo ass in here tryna eat.” I pushed him away from the food. “Get out!” I shoved him again. Hearing laughter behind me, I turned to see Parker leaning against the wall. His arms were folded under his chest and his head shook as he laughed at us.

  “You two mothafuckas starting off early ain’t yah?” He pushed himself off the wall.

  I walked over to him. “Good morning,” I stood on my tip toes and pecked his lips.

  “Morning,” he said dryly.

  I could tell from his tone of voice he had an attitude. I knew he was going to be pissed that I had left his house, so I wasn’t really surprised. I brushed off his attitude and went back into the kitchen. “You want me to make you a plate now while it’s still hot?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, gon’ head,” he said nonchalantly as he sat down at the table. Chris went and sat across from him.

  My eyes rolled at them. If it wasn’t for the fact I had to tell his ass about his window, I would’ve said some slick shit to him. I grabbed three plates from the cabinet and started making our plates.

  “Chris, shorty right, tho. You do need to get to know her especially since she’s with me,” Parker suddenly told him as I sat his plate down in front of him.

  My eyes widened slightly, not knowing that he’d overheard our conversation. Chris looked up at Parker with his head tilted.

  He opened his mouth to say something, but Parker cut him off.

  “I’m sho’ you can move some shit around and become available. My nigga, yo day basically free today. I don’t see no harm in y’all getting to know each other. C, come on. Shorty tryna be cool and the only way you gon’ think differently of her is if you get to know her. If I could look past all yo crazy bitches—”

  Chris looked at Parker as if he was stupid. “My nigga, you don’t like no bitch I fuck with. What the hell you saying? I been with Tina for a minute and you still don’t like that bitch. Yo ass can’t even have a conversation with shorty. But you want me to do it with this mothafucka?”

  Parker looked at me and barked out a laugh. “He don’t mean no harm,” he told me before he turned back to Chris. “That’s different, tho. I don’t like Xantina, you knew that shit before you started fuckin’ with her crazy ass. Chris, come on man. I can see if Syn was a bitch to you. Yo chick’s always rude ass fuck.”

  “Fuck it. I’ight,” Chris gave in.

  I handed him his plate and walked away with a smile. After I made my plate, I took it to the table and then went to grab the orange juice and some cups. I sat one in front each of them and then poured myself and Parker some. I slide the container to Chris.

  “What are your plans for today?” I glanced at Parker.

  He shrugged. “I got a couple of things I gotda do. I had to move some shit around since I’m out here now. Might as well handle the business while I’m here,” he sounded pissed off.

  “You ain’t gotda say it like that—”

  Parker’s head snapped toward me so fast that my lips clamped shut. “And yo ass shouldn’t even be out here. Why the fuck are you out here, Syn? Fuck having to work. Then you don’t say shit, yo ass just up and left. What if some shit had of happened, then what? Huh?” Parker finally snapped at me.

  “Don’t yell at me. I thought I did text you and I honestly didn’t know when you were going to be back. I was out at your house for two weeks, bored out my fuckin’ mind. It wasn’t like I could talk to you for those two weeks,” I shot back. Had he called me while he was gone I probably wouldn’t have gone to work at the club. I really only went there to see if he was there like he was the last time.

  “You gon’ use that, Syn? Yo ass know I don’t answer my phone when I’m working. I told yo ass that shit the first time you questioned it,” he fussed at me.

  “Why, though? Just because you tell me you don’t, doesn’t explain why—”

  Chris cleared his throat and stood up from the table. “Lord, I’ll be back when y’all done.”

  Parker nodded his head and glanced at me. “Give him them keys.”

  My teeth clenched tight together before I bit into my bottom lip. “Um…” I trailed off, sighing.

  “Oh shit!” Chris grunted and left the kitchen with his food. A few seconds later I heard the front door open and then close.

  “What the fuck is, um?” Parker asked me.

  “Um, Parker don’t be mad— Wait!” He had already gotten up from his seat and headed out of the kitchen. I caught his arm and pulled him to a stop. I had to think of something quick. “Wait. I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have left your house, but I honestly thought I would have run into you at the club like last time. That’s the real reason I went there. Um…” I trailed off once again, sighing. “While I was at the club someone tried to break into your car. I caught them before they could do anything, but they did bust your driver side window,” I said the first believable lie that came to my mind. It wasn’t an entire lie, though. Jerron did bust his window and he did kind of steal me out of the car.

  “Give me my keys,” he was mad.

  “Parker, I’ll pay for your window to get fixed. And I shouldn’t have left, but still, how do you expect me to be cooped up in your crib without hearing shit from you?” I was so nervous that I was talking a mile a minute. “Yeah, you told me you don’t answer your phone, but for you to be gone weeks at a time without calling me, Parker? That’s hella inconsiderate. And I’m stuck wondering what the fuck you’re doing that you can’t answer your phone.” I went into the living room and snatched his keys off the end table. I slapped them in his hand.

  “I don’t answer my fuckin’ phone because I’m working—”

  “Doing what, Parker? What kind of work are you doing that keeps you away for weeks at a time and that prevents you from calling or texting to say you’re breathing? That shit don’t make sense to me.” I was frustrated and irritated with him.

  Something just wasn’t adding up with him. I honestly thought he had a whole other life somewhere. Hell, he could most definitely hide that shit. I knew Parker’s line of work wasn’t legit and that he did business from Indy to two different cities in Illinois. I understood he had to travel between those places and he could do that in a week’s time. But him not being able to communicate with me while doing his work I didn’t get.

  “What part of I’m fuckin’ working don’t you understand, Syn? When I’m out doing my shit I don’t need no fuckin’ distractions so I leave my phone off. I don’t even have that mothafucka with me when I’m out of town.” Parker suddenly started laughing as he stared down at me. “Knowing yo dumbass, you ‘bout think I’m out here tricking off,” he shook his head at me. “That’s what you think, ain’t it?” He asked.

  Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought, but I wasn’t going to tell him that because I really didn’t know. “To be honest, I don’t know what to think. I just don’t understand why you can’t pick up any phone and call and say you’re good or text that. Hell, you being gone for weeks at a time when you’re only driving three hours away, that seems strange to me. So, yeah, I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing when you not working.”

  Again, his head shook. I knew he was getting frustrated and was trying to restrain himself from truly snapping out on me. “Syn, I don’t just do business in Nap or Springfield. If it was that simple then I would’ve taken that damn three-hour drive back home, every day. Shorty, when I’m gone like that, I’m traveling to Ohio, Georgia, New Orleans and Memphis. And that’s only half the fuckin’ states,” he said as he let out a deep sigh.

  “I’m not out here trickin’, man,” he explained, “I’m working. Sometimes I can get Chris, Mane, or Jason to make those drives for me, but I couldn’t this
time. Syn, I’ve been putting a lot of my work off so I can fuck with you in yo part of town.” Parker took a deep breath and shook his head at me.

  “I don’t have my phone because I can’t afford to get distracted. When I’m out doing my shit, I need you out of my mind, Shorty. That’s why I brought yo ass to my crib to stay there. I knew yo ass would’ve been good there and couldn’t shit happen to you. Damn. I’m not out here on no pussy shit, man. I’m working, yo.” His hand ran over his head in frustration.

  I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before, but once he mentioned all the states he had to travel to I could see the tiredness in his face. And I felt bad because once he finally did get home he had to drive that extra three hours to me. “I’m sorry—”

  “N’all, keep that shit, yo. But answer me this, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me? Huh?” He asked.

  A sigh left my mouth. “No, but I already told you how I think—”

  “Syn, fuck a, but. Fuck how you think, yo. I ain’t never gave yo ass a reason not to trust me and I never will. So until I do some fuck’d up shit to make you question me, you can’t come at me with those fuck’d up thoughts of yours. This shit you pulled ain’t gon’ fly with me. Yo ass can’t just up and drive to a whole nother state because you bored, especially given that bullshit with ol’ dude. Now what if that nigga figured out where you were and popped up on yo ass? Huh? Then what? Huh?” He yelled at me.

  Parker had me feeling little as hell because he was right. What if that had been Leon that snatched me up last night instead of Jerron? There was no telling what would have happened. And he really hadn’t given me a reason not to trust him. Regardless of that, though, I couldn’t change how I thought. But I could try and give him the benefit of the doubt.

  “I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking, okay? I just couldn’t be stuck up in that house alone and bored anymore.” I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m sorry, okay. Next time I’ll stay at the house. But, Parker, you can at least tell me something when you’re gone. I get that you don’t want to be distracted when it comes to your work, believe me I understand that. But being gone for weeks without saying anything to me ain’t cool. I promise that’s not going to work because I get worried and then all types of crazy shit start to run through my head,” I spoke seriously.

  “We don’t even have to talk,” I went on, “you could simply text me sayin’ you’re good. Hell, get a burner phone and text me then toss it, but you have to communicate with me, Parker. So don’t be mad at me for leaving your house. I honestly thought you would probably be at the club, but I promise you it won’t happen again,” I told him truthfully because I saw the bad that could have happened to me and he wouldn’t have known anything. Hell, nobody would have known anything if something terrible had happened to me.

  Parker didn’t say anything at first. He just stared down at me, still looking mad. I stood on my tip toes and kissed him again. “So you not gon’ forgive me? We both made mistakes and I forgive you.”

  That made him laugh. “I ain’t did shit, so I don’t need to apologize. Yo ass just don’t let that shit happen again.” His lips pressed against mine for a short second before he turned away from me and headed for the door.

  This nigga gets on my nerves. “Parker!” My arms folded over my chest and I glared at him.

  “What?” He looked confused by my attitude.

  “Dude, for real? And what you gon’ do about the phone thing? And where are you about to go like that?” I pointed to his basketball shorts, bare chest and feet.

  “Yeah, I’ll get a burner and text you twice out the week, bet?” He asked.

  That was something. “Okay.”

  “Now can I go look at my damn car?”

  A groan left my mouth and I walked to the door to go look at it with him. “I’m sorry about your window, I promise I’ll pay to get it fixed,” I told him as I slipped on my sandals.

  “You don’t have to worry about that, I’ll get it fixed. That mothafucka bet not be scratched, tho,” he said at the same time he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the house. “Syn, don’t go out there like that. Go put on some clothes.”

  I looked down at my boy shorts and rolled my eyes at him. But I ran into my room and slipped on some sweats no less. Once I had them on, I left my apartment and met Parker and Chris outside by his car. I walked over to the driver’s side, looking at the body, trying to make sure there were no scratches on it. There wasn’t.

  “Chris, I got a few things I have to do while I’m out here. Can you handle this for me?” Parker asked Chris as he leaned inside the car, still inspecting it.

  “Yeah, I got you.” Chris looked over at me and shook his head. “You need me to drive it back to the crib?”

  My eyes rolled into my head at his question. I already knew Parker was going to take his car back from me after that. Chris ol’ ugly ass didn’t have to throw the shit in my face.

  “Yeah, do that.” Parker looked up and pointed to me. “I’mma need you to take Syn—”

  “What? No! Why?” I asked him, confused. He’d just gotten back and now he was about to pass me off to his friend. Hell, I took two weeks off of work for nothing, shit. I damn sure wasn’t spending that time with Chris’ black ass.

  “Yeah, I’ll drop her off,” Chris told him without a problem.

  “Why I can’t just ride back with you?” I stared at Parker, waiting on his reply.

  Parker’s head tilted at me before he turned toward Chris. Then he leaned into him and started whispering in Chris’ ear. I didn’t like that shit at all. I turned away from them and made my way into the house.

  Parker’s ass was beyond rude as hell and he was starting to piss me the fuck off. I went into my apartment and closed and locked the door behind me. “Stupid, rude ass mothafucka!” I mumbled to myself as I went into my room, closing the door behind me. I turned the TV on and the volume up, I was making sure I didn’t hear his ass when he came knocking on the door.

  I went to my closet to find me something to wear for the day. I stared at my hanging clothes and decided on a black and pink Bodycon tank dress. I grabbed my all black Vans out of the closet and then went back into my room. I lay my dress on the bed and my shoes on the floor. Then I went to my dresser and grabbed my black thong and bra. I laid it on top of my clothes and then went into the bathroom where I stripped out of my clothes and hopped in the shower.

  Chapter 3

  Angel

  Once I finished washing myself, I shut off the water and got out the shower. “Ah shit!” My hand went to my chest as I jumped.

  Parker stood against the bathroom counter with his arms folded over his chest. He scared the hell out of me. After I regained my composure, I let out a deep breath and pretended he wasn’t even there. I then dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my body. Going to the sink, I grabbed my toothbrush and started to brush my teeth.

  Parker looked down at me before he glanced into the mirror. His eyes caught mine. “What’s yo problem?”

  I rolled my eyes and rinsed my mouth. “I don’t have one, but if I get one you’ll be the first to know about it.” I started brushing my teeth once more.

  Parker laughed and pushed himself off the counter. He came to stand behind me and stroked his fingers through my hair. “Yo ass got a problem. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have stomped off like a fuckin’ kid and locked the door.” He waited until I rinsed my mouth before taking a tight grip on my hair. Then he jerked my head back.

  “Parker, let my damn hair go! I said I don’t have a problem,” I snapped at him.

  His eyes met mine once again in the mirror and his brow rose. He then licked his lips as he tilted his head to the side. The look he gave me was so sexy that my stomach grew tight.

  Fisting my hair into his hands and pressing his lower body into mine, he spoke. “Syn, you missed me?” When I didn’t reply, he gave my hair a slight tug. His free hand then came to my neck and he tilted
my head back as his own head lowered. “Is that why you pissed at me? ‘Cause you missed me?” His tongue ran across my lips and my mouth parted.

  My insides were going crazy as little butterflies started a war inside my body. “No, I didn’t,” I lied, but my coochie was milking air and instinctively I pushed my butt into him.

  Parker laughed as he pressed his lips into mine. His hand left my neck and unhooked my towel. Slowly, that hand moved down to the center of my breasts. Then his lips moved down to my throat as the hand that had been moving sensually downward covered my sex.

  “Syn, you ain’t miss me? I missed you,” he said as he kissed my collar bone at the same time his fingers pressed through my slit, rubbing my clit. “I couldn’t even sleep without thinkin’ ‘bout you.” Parker sucked on my neck as he pushed two fingers inside of me.

  My eyes closed and my body melted into his. “Mmm,” my tongue swiped over my suddenly dry lips.

  “Damn, Shorty, you wet as fuck! You sho’ you ain’t miss me?” He mumbled against my neck as his fingers moved faster inside of me.

  My hips grinded in tune with his fingers. “I missed you,” I couldn’t pretend I didn’t anymore. I missed him, no lie, but I missed the hell out of his sex. The way my pussy was gushing told him that much.

  Without being able to take it anymore, I turned around in his hold. I needed to face him. Parker then grabbed my left leg and brought it up to the counter as his fingers moved faster inside of me. His head lowered and his lips pressed against mine.

  My lips parted and his tongue slid into my mouth. Together, our tongues twisted, starting their-own intimate dance. Parker then pulled back from the kiss. “Tell me what you want,” he mumbled against my lips.

  His low, baritone voice had my pussy squeezing tight around his fingers. I loved when he asked what I wanted. That form of power he gave made me feel good, in control, because he didn’t have to give it. He could’ve taken me anyway he wanted me, like most times. But he didn’t.