Page 28 of Solace in Seven
I shrugged. “She calls from time to time, mainly to tell me how I could’ve done something better from something she saw posted on my Facebook. You know, always criticizing me about something.”
“You don’t need that type of energy in your life.”
“Eh, I’m used to it by now, but that’s exactly why I live in San Jose. But at the end of the day, she’s still my mother. Ain’t nothin’ I can do about that.”
“I don’t give a fuck who she is. That’s negative as hell and you don’t need that shit. Nobody fuckin’ needs that shit. If I was you, I would’ve been told her about herself.”
I was over talking about my mother, so I decided to change the subject. “What about you? How’s your family?”
He let out a soft sigh. “Pops is good. He’s got about another ten before he’s even eligible for parole. Moms is doing good, too. She got her house and her cars and shit like she’s always had, so you ain’t gon’ hear a complaint outta her.”
“What did they say about the trade?”
“Pops told me to keep my head up and stay focused on the game. Whereas, Moms don’t really give a fuck as long as I’m still doing what I love, and the money is coming in.”
I frowned. “Damn.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Real talk, this conversation is about to drive me to drink. You want a shot?” I offered.
“Sure.”
“Oh, and before I forget, Lauryn invited me to her birthday dinner tomorrow night. I hope that’s cool.”
“Yeah, no. That’s fine.”
“You sure? I don’t want you to think I’m tryna impede all on your trip and shit.”
“It’s just a meal, Hendrix. It’s fine.”
A three-course meal and two Shots of D’usse later, I was feeling buzzed and frisky. I paced back and forth between the kitchen and dining room, cleaning off the table and putting our dishes in the sink. Hendrix occupied himself by pouring us a third shot and bringing it over to me.
“Bottoms up,” he said.
After downing my shot, I brushed my arm against his at the sink and smiled. “Question.”
“Answer,” he told me.
“You remember what you told me last night? About you knowing what I needed?”
“Yeah, I do. What about it?”
“Well, you gave the advice. When you gon’ give me the dick?” I quizzed with more confidence than initially anticipated. The moment the sentence escaped my lips, I slammed my eyes shut in mortification.This can’t be happening,I thought to myself.There was no doubt that the sexual chemistry was so thick, it could’ve smothered us both, but my outburst of honesty caused my body go into complete meltdown mode.
“I don’t even know why I just said that,” I admitted.
“Because it’s what you want.”
“Well, is it something you want to give me?”
“I was just waiting on you to give me the green light.”
My lips curved upward to a smile as I stepped up and pressed my fluttering chest against his. “Then go,” I whispered against his lips as my fingers curled around his dick print.
I stood up on the tips of my toes and slid his wife beater to the side before softly kissing his tattooed shoulder. His eyes cascaded down to mine as he cradled the sides of my face in his hands. What started as a soft, intimate kiss grew more passionate as his back rested against the countertop. Hendrix wrapped his arms around my dainty waist and kissed me deeper. He scooped me up and propped me up on the kitchen island, careful not to break the kiss. His large hands palmed my ass like it had Spalding written across it as he gently pushed me back against the cold, smooth surface.
Pants and shirt, to the left.
