“I don’t like! I don’t like!” She cried as I finished getting the rest of the things out of the car. Homer had to be out of his damn mind if he thought that beast was gonna be back in the house with us staying here. I was better off getting a damn hotel room.
But… maybe not to my surprise, Homer gave Violet her own room, and it wasn’t any ordinary guest bed. The room was inspired by him having his first daughter, and when I turned the corner to look inside seeing the violet colored walls, and built in shelves identical to the ones I bought for her room back in Atlanta, I smiled. Shelves were filled with books, toys, and stuffed animals. Anything she might like, it was up there. Even the bed was high enough to feel like a grown up with fury covers and pillows. Best part of it was her name painted on the wall as the backdrop to her bed with Daddy’s Princess going across. Violet ran straight for the bed, and buried her face into the white furry blanket as I laughed. Didn’t take long for her to make it her own because by the time I came back from heating up the plate of food in his kitchen, she was spread out on her bed with a stuffed animal in her arms. Fast asleep. Leaving just her father, and I in this nice basic house to ourselves. I sat in the kitchen, picking over the food while he moved around, cleaning up the living room.
“The couch pulls out if you need room,” he said, dropping off some blankets. “You can use my shower to change or the other bathroom right there,” pointing across the hall from Violet’s room.
“Why aren’t you sleeping on the couch?”
“Because this is my house Pia. I’on care if you’re the Pope. I bought my bed so I can sleep in it. All that driving, and you gon tell me to get the couch?”
“I could have gotten a hotel room with two beds had I known,” I retorted as he walked into the kitchen. “You just want me to sleep with you in that bed. Homer, I’m not dumb. I know the game---.”
“I would tell you I want to have sex with you Pia. Matter of fact? If you came in that room right now, you wouldn’t leave until the morning,” he said, reaching for my plate as he began to eat a scoop of rice, and beans. “Yo nigga already thinks we’re fucking anyway---.”
“Stop saying that. Just stop it.”
“All I’m saying,” taking the plate from me as he bit down on a rib. “I don’t see the harm in two adults that have unfinished business, and clear sexual vibes being thrown at one another… I don’t see the harm in letting those adult mature feelings be worked out, and never speak a word of it again. He hasn’t truly proposed until tomorrow. Lemme be the first to send you on your way,” he said with a smile as I laughed.
“He would know, and sex always leads to feelings---.”
“Pia, I’ma say this right here, and right now.” Looking me in my eyes, I began to shift uneasily in my seat. “I don’t ever want to be with you on that level. Not even girlfriend level.”
“I don’t want you as a boyfriend or husband Homer. Not every girl you meet is head over heels in love with you so save it.”
“That’s fine. We can shake on that if we have to Pia. Two people, if the communication is right can agree to have sex with no feelings involved. On my daughter, I will never tell Dre or let him believe that we did anything, should we do something tonight, and you know we will.”
My brows raised in shocked as he shrugged.
“You’re arrogant as hell you know that?” I asked as he burst out laughing as he walked out of the kitchen. “I love Dre.”
“And I’m happy for you, but to kill all this back and forth shit we got, let’s handle it now and never speak on it again. Your choice baby mama. All I know is, I wanna see where that kiss leads to again,” reaching to take his shirt off as I watched his back muscles flex and twitch with each arm movement.
I looked at pictures of Dre, and I on the phone, but that throbbing pulse between my legs was louder. Distracting, and ready to be with Homer. Was his sex all that bad? I don’t even know… It was but maybe it wasn’t… What am I even saying? Maybe this was the fresh start Dre was talking about. Handle your business, and we will start a new chapter.
Quickly, I finished off his plate. Eating in silence before taking my things, and going to the hallway bathroom for a shower. I needed to think hard on this so I took my time. Lotioning up, washing my hair to get the smoke, and gunk smells from today’s activities. I started to stare at myself in the small mirror before attempting to suck in my stomach. Turning sideways to lift up one cheek only to lift the other. I took so long that almost two hours had passed when I walked out, and I was faced with the long dark hallway on the other side. Hearing the slow R&B playlist that seeped through the walls.
“Shit!” I hissed, biting down on my fist before looking up at the ceiling. “Tell him, no. No means no. I’m not doing it. Sleeping on the couch, and that’s final. Shit!” Walking back towards Violet’s room as I began to pace frantically. “Pia what are you doing woman? You can easily rock his world and forget about it.”
“But what if it's good? Like really good this time, and I want more?”
I stared back down the dark hallway, hearing that bass bump knowing damn well he doesn’t sleep with sex music playing constantly. He was trying to seduce me and drive me crazy! We didn’t like each other, but we wanted each other. I can keep my feelings in check, that much I know, I just don’t want to be known for cheating.
I tugged at my summer camp shirt with the pink panties underneath, and grabbed my things. Hair was still damp from before but it didn’t matter when I gently knocked on his door, and called his name.
I felt like a stray cat trying to get inside a house I didn’t belong to, but they fed me once… Food was okay, but when you’re hungry? You’ll eat anything. Yeah… I’ll eat anything at this point. I just wanted to eat, and when that door slowly creaked open further, I peeked inside the dark space seeing he was already laying in the bed. Music was loud enough to where he couldn’t hear me knocking but his head turned as I walked in, and closed the door behind me. I could only see an outline of his height, and body but he shot up from the bed, and like a looming shadow, backed me into a corner as my breath got stuck in my throat.
“You sure about this?” He asked, already feeling the hems of my shirt.
“Are you?”
“No feelings?” He let out, reaching to take my shirt off as his hands gently waved over my breasts, down to my stomach, and to my panties with his finger hooked inside before he leaned close. “No feelings Pia?”
“No feelings,” I muttered in confirmation as he slid my panties off. I cupped the side of his neck, bringing his face down as we kissed once more with me stepping out of the last bit of material I had left on me. It was urgent between us for some reason. We couldn’t really explain why but it felt like he had something he needed to prove, and I felt like I wasn’t going to let him get control or the upperhand.
“Shit,” he muttered, face pressed against my neck as he bent down, and picked me up with ease. I held on with my legs wrapping high around his body when he began to walk us to the bed.
“I’m not even gonna lie to you,” he let out in a shaky voice. “I’m probably gon nut just as soon---.”
“Do not say that,” I laughed, feeling my body hit the cool sheets as I gripped his silver chain gently, and pulled him back down towards my mouth.
“No foreplay, just go. We don’t need it,” I demanded against his mouth. “Now.”
He gripped my thighs, pinning my knees back towards my chest before positioning himself, taking less than a second to find his entrance before holding it in place.
“Homer please… I’m tired, and I’m ready… Just do it,” I whined, trying to move my hips but he kept my thighs planted and watched with a sly smile.
“Beg for it.”
“Homer I’m not begging for you to do what I can get my man to do at home. Just do it, please… Oh my God,” throwing my head back in annoyance as my body tried to feel for his head. He adjusted his grip on my thighs before he slowly worked his hips, dragging his l
ength up, and down with his own groan.
“Homer, I swear to God---.”
“Beg for me Pia… A simple request from a humble man----.”
“Humble my ass!” I snapped before throwing my head back on the pillow with a whine. “Please… You’re right ahhhh,” I moaned, feeling him rub just on the right spot that sent chills down my spine, and my eyes to twitch.
“Oooo,” he groaned. “That’s it?” He asked, moving right over the same spot, just circling over my little jelly spot full of nerves. I knew what he was doing. He didn’t want to be the first to go out so he was trying to cool himself down before entering me, but it wasn’t fair. Sex shouldn’t be like that. He was being selfish!
“Homer please…” I begged. “Please just…”
“I want another baby,” he demanded suddenly as I gripped my sweaty forehead in agony, body jerking as he rubbed faster. Dipping his piece down below like he wanted to re-up on my own juices before coming back to circle back. “I want another baby.”
“You’re out of your damn mind,” I groaned, gripping his arms, trying to remove his hands from my thighs until my body began to shake.
“Baby you making a mess on my sheets,” he said as my eyes curled, and toes crossed. It wasn’t until he pushed my legs up higher that I felt his tongue gently clamp down in between me, causing me to scream in the loudest moan. Legs weakened in his hold as he let go, and relaxed.
“You bastard,” I strained through my teeth. “You did that on purpose.”
“So?” He laughed. “You not finna embarrass me in my own house,” getting up as he went to cut the music off. He reached in his night stand to pull out a black Magnum box to pop open before pulling out the gold pack. “In my own bed at that? Hell nah.”
When Homer came back down on the bed, I gripped his back with his body curling over mine, and kissed once more. His hands slid up my thighs in admiration as my head went back at the feel of him entering me for the first time. We both moaned as I gripped his chain, ready to break it with my head bent back, mouth open, hips up in an arch, throwing it right back at him until he shot out with a shaky breath. Catching himself, I looked down, like my entire world stopped.
“Are you serious? Already?” I let out. “Is this a new record?”
“Shut the fuck up Pia,” he snapped as I laughed, legs spreading wide with my feet clinging to the edge of the bed. It took a second to realize he didn’t even put the condom on until he was right back in me again with long deep strokes. Not like the last time where we were pound for pound. Skin to skin. Homer leaned down, and we wrapped ourselves around one another in a hold as he pushed, and pulled. His strong arm wrapped around my head, gripping my forehead to the side so he could come for my neck, locking me in his grasp like a snake as I moaned his name repeatedly.
“Best feeling in the world,” he sighed against my ear. “Right inside of you Pia…”
I buried my face against his neck, and held on to him until I looked up and met his lips for the last time.
“Thank you for my first born,” he said between kisses. “Thank you for being a perfect mother to her, and thank you for this,” he pushed as my nails clenched his back in raw ecstasy, feeling his body harden against mine while I settled in my own climax underneath him. He pulled himself out just in time, almost a second too late and caught himself.
“Shit,” he hissed, leaning up to relieve the rest on my stomach. I didn’t care. My body was hurting in the best possible way and it was almost four o’clock in the morning. This black specimen that looked like a work of art with his body was on top of me trying to get himself together.
“I’m not ready for this to end,” he said in a low voice before getting up. I didn’t know what he meant by it, and I damn sure wasn’t ready for another round. Yet, he came back with a towel to wipe himself, and I down before crawling into bed with a fresh pair of boxers. I slipped my shirt back over my body knowing I didn’t want to wake up next to him completely naked, but Homer sat up, and waited for me to lay back down beside him.
“What?” I asked, looking at his figure in the dark.
“No feelings?”
“None,” I smiled, and it was the truth. No lingering weirdness or tension. Sex might have been the answer to that. Guilt will probably settle in tomorrow when I actually think about the fact that I so easily cheated on Dre for this man who stole my child, but common sense wasn’t welcomed right now. Nor was I ready to face reality. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna be some stalker baby mama after you,” I teased. “No feelings like we said.”
“Yeah,” he laughed softly. “Don’t do that.”
I came back down on the bed, and laid next to him with my back turned when he came up behind me.
“You mind if I hold you like this Pia?”
I felt his arm gently swoop around my waist as he came up close with his head right on the back of my neck, and it took everything in me for my heart not to melt.
“It’s about to get cold in here, and I don’t want you to freeze,” he said against my skin before gently moving my hair to the side as he pressed his lips on my back. We were silent for a second until I felt him yawn as my eyes began to close. We couldn’t have been sleep for more than a few minutes when I heard scratching at the door. I looked back with a swollen face, eyes vaguely open while tapping Homer’s protective hold.
“The door Homer,” I muttered. “The door.”
“Huh?” He let out with a sniff, shooting up from the bed. He was alert like someone was intruding in his home until he heard the same thing I heard. Small petting against the wooden door, and soft cries from Violet’s usual night walks to the bedroom.
“C’mere lil girl,” I heard him groan, opening the door as he picked Violet up, and brought her to the bed. I turned over, and watched Homer crawl back into the bed with Violet squished between the two of us.
“I don’t like doggy,” she murmured in her soft whine that could have a grown man ready to die for her, and Homer was no exception. All she had to do was cuddle up against him for protection, and Homer would melt. So I turned back over, facing the windows and closed my eyes, listening to their quiet conversation.
“Know why nothing bad will ever happen to you?”
“Hmm?”
“Because as long as the moon is in the sky at night, you will be safe from harm. See?”
“Mmm mmm,” she let out, clearly not seeing anything in his window but the sky and parked cars. I even opened my eyes to peek at the dark windows before he whispered.
“Want me to bring the moon to watch over you?” He asked. “Close your eyes…”
I closed mine…
“The sleep of the sun means the stars dust the night. His sister the moon is out with her light so bright. If a Moon Child prays for protection, and magic so true? Open your eyes, and see the Moon has awoken, and is right above you…”
I opened my eyes, and felt my mouth dropped at the sight of the large full moon sitting right, I mean just in front of Homer’s window, like it landed specifically in this neighborhood to be perched outside of his door. I was able to see craters, and texture so close up. The entire room filled with an earthy moonlit glow as I turned over seeing Homer, and Violet were fast asleep
Homer Skye
“Shit,” I muttered, going through my phone at the messages coming in. I sat outside on the small step to my house as the street light by a palm tree in my yard flickered. It was still dark out but the sun would be up soon.
“Answer the phone man,” I mumbled, using my thumb to scratch at my scalp before bringing the cigarette to my mouth for a pull. I never smoked unless I was nervous about something. Only thing to calm my nerves, and looking back at the house. Back at the window where Pia slept soundly with my daughter in the bed. My family.
I felt my entire mentality change.
Flashes of my first Moon Run came to mind as I thought back to the two boys running in the fields with me. Setting that little girl who looked just like Viole
t on fire. I could still hear my screams and feel the burns on my back when the phone suddenly clicked.
“Hello?” A groggy voice answered.
“Where you?” I questioned, taking a shaky pull of the cigarette before blowing. “You said you would call me if you did it or ran into any problems?”
“Nigga you know I’m good on my word,” Fowler said with a yawn. “What the fuck nigga? You calling me over this? That nigga laid out in a ditch somewhere----.”
“Faaaaaawk,” shooting up from the step as I began to pace. “You weren’t supposed to---I shouldn’t have told yall to do it---.”
“Nigga he’s been fucking with yo girl for over a year bruh. Fuck you mean you shouldn’t have told us to do it? It’s done. Don’t call my phone about this no more. Nigga probably dead---.”
“And Jasmine?”
“She went on with Lu to her boyfriend’s house… What’s the problem? You was talking big shit earlier, now you changed yo mind? What just happened?”
“Tell me where he’s at? Where did it happen?”
“For what? Man----.”
“On my Mama, I’m not tryna wake nobody up in this fucking neighborhood, but tell me where he’s at? Now Fowler. I’m not playing.”
Dem boi betta run
Michael Skye
I swear I heard that phone rang, but I promise you I wasn’t trying to answer that bullshit. It was never a good sign when the phone rings in the middle of the night so I kept my back towards it. I pulled the hotel sheets up towards my neck, and tried to get the buzzing noise out of my mind when I felt movement beside me.
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