Page 37 of Obsessive Love
The feel of an arm wrapped around my middle and a warmth on my back was what I woke up to. The sun was missing from the sky, and the rain beat against the large bay window in the room. I stared at the rain as it raced down the glass.
“You’re not asleep, are you?” Pyrite asked, and I shook my head. When he got in bed, I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t going to think about why he’d decided to go there. I could feel his hard dick nestled between my ass cheeks, and I bit into my bottom lip when I felt it jump. “Tell me about your childhood.”
“What do you want to know?” The sound of thunder rumbled, and then lightning flashed. I loved a good thunderstorm.
“Whatever you want to tell me.” He was so tall that his chin rested on my bun, and my feet stopped at his shins. “Don’t matter if it's good, bad, funny, or indifferent.”
“Umm,” I thought about it, then decided on something easy. “I hated being in the kitchen as a kid.”
“Legit?”
“Yep,” I answered with a nod.
“Who got you in there then?” he pulled me closer to him and rested his hand on my stomach, just under my breast. The action didn’t seem to be sexual, but it still caused goosebumps to rise on my skin. “Don’t tell me some nigga.”
“No,” I laughed. “I got in trouble when I was thirteen, and Javien Sr. told my mama to stick me in the kitchen as punishment.”
“So, he was active in your life as a kid?”
“No,” I sighed. “Not unless my mama was giving him money or pussy.”
“Damn,” he sighed, and I could feel him shake his head. “I hate that for you.”
“It’s life.” I shrugged. “When I was younger, it bothered me, but then I realized what kind of nigga Javien Sr. was, and I realized I dodged a bullet.”
“Was he active in your siblings’ lives?”
“Just Javien Jr.,” I answered. “I met him when I was fifteen and couldn’t stand his ass even then.”
“What about your sister?”
“Melissa and I share a sperm donor, but we aren’t sisters,” I said, shaking my head. “We met a few years ago; Javien Sr. dragged her into Story Time so proud that she’d linked with the plan to have her meet one of Javien Jr.’s friends.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“He wanted us to fuck one, get pregnant and blackmail them,” I informed him. “Melissa’s dumb ass was down for it.”
“I take it y’all aren’t close?”
“Fuck no, I’ve seen that girl maybe four times, and each time we were about to come to blows within five minutes of being in each other's presence.”
“Cool,” he laughed. “Good to know.”
“Why?” I sighed as I continued to watch raindrops slide down the window. “Did she get her hooks in you?”
“Hell no!” he quickly answered. “She’s dead.”
“If you expect me to be sad or shed a tear, it won’t happen,” I told him. “We shared a sperm donor, that’s all.”
“Alright.” He kissed the top of my head and settled into the bed. “Now, tell me something else.”
“My favorite colors are purple and blue.”
“That’s obvious,” he laughed. “I’ve seen your house.” He stretched his long legs and pushed his dick into my ass. I bit into my bottom lip at the heavy feeling. “How did you end up with them damn birds?”
“Yamari,” I answered as I reached above my head, grabbed a pillow that wasn’t being used, and put it between my knees. “She brought me Starburst ten years ago as a congratulations for graduating from college. I researched and realized they do better as a pair, so I bought Watermelon.”
“Which one is which?”
