Page 10 of Maybe I’m the Problem

“What’s on your mind? You’re biting the inside of your jaw, so I know you’re thinking.”

“Why did you hurt me?”

Trey ran his hands over his waves, “Honestly, a nigga was immature as fuck. I thought about you while I was gone. Now that I’m older, I realized I fucked up.”

“You had bitches on every side of town. Then you couldn’t face me. You sent me a fucking text. And here you are thinking you can just have me back.”

“Shit, I can. Who is this nigga you with that make you think I can’t have you?”

“My personal life ain’t none of your business.”

“I don’t give a fuck anyway. I got you right now, and I know you lied to that nigga just to be over here so let me tighten you up.”

Trey kissed my neck, knowing that was my spot. His hands trailed up the back of my shirt until he felt the hooks of my bra to unsnap it. I was reminded how much I missed him when we kissed. I bit and sucked on his bottom lip as he unfastened my pants and took them off. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the pleasure, the sight of Law was in front of me.

“What’s wrong?” Trey asked.

“Do you think we should be doing this?”

Trey kissed my thigh. “Yes.” He then kissed my other lips through my panties. “Just like old times.”

His hands roamed a little before he pulled my panties to the side and dipped his tongue deep in between my other set of lips. Trey was just as excellent in bed as Law was, but there was a deeper connection between Trey and I. There were years of connection between us.

He pulled me to the edge of the sofa to get a better angle of it. I had come so many times that I wasn’t sure what number I was on, and he was still going like he was trying to make up for the years he missed. The pit of my stomach was aching from the rush of the next nut. The sound of his doorbell scared both of us.

“Who the fuck is that? Oh my God, somebody knows I’m here,” I panicked.

“Calm the hell down. Get your stuff, go to my room, or put your shit back on and sit here like we’re chilling. It’s up to you; I don’t have shit to hide.”

I grabbed all my shit and rushed to his bedroom and closed the door because it was directly across from the bathroom. It would be just my luck if I were sitting in here and the person wanted to go to the bathroom and see me in here. My heart was beating so hard against my chest that it was making my head hurt.

“Did you call those numbers for me? The party is this weekend, and I need a head count of who’s coming,” a female voice stated.

“Shit, I forgot all about the shit to be honest.”

“Dammit, Trey really. You did this on purpose. Where is the list?”

“I don’t know where it is. I told you I didn’t have time for the shit.”

“Just be there at least, damn.”

I could hear the woman’s heels clicking on the floor as I eased to the door to see if I could get a glance at her, but the front door closed before I could see her. Trey came and pushed the bedroom door open as I was putting my clothes back on.

“What you doing?”

“I got to go. I shouldn’t be here. This is the second time we tried this, and we keep getting caught.”

“That was my sister. Ain’t nobody caught us doing shit. We two grown ass muthafuckas.”

“I can’t, Trey.” I placed a soft kiss on his lips and rushed out the door before he could say anything else.

When I got in my car and got to the first stop sign, the damn gas light came on. Looking at the time on my dashboard, it was too late to stop for gas, but I was a nervous wreck and if I didn’t, I would have to call Law to come get me and then explain where I was coming from. Lying was something that I wasn’t good at.

The gas station had a few cars there, which helped me feel a little safer so I pulled behind a car that was getting ready to pull off. Pulling up to the pump, I rummaged through my purse looking for my damn debit card when someone tapped on the window.

“Fuck you doing out this time of night by yourself?” Law asked through the glass.

Shit. Think quick Summer.