Gunz and Roses (9 page)

Left with whether she should leave or stay, Gray made her way over to the bar and ordered herself a drink. Gunz, on the other hand, took his seat and puffed on the blunt. He had too much on his mind to deal with Gray and her insecure ways. Gunz dug her a lot, but the nonstop complaining had to stop. He was a man with needs that needed to be fulfilled, and when Gray didn't step up to the plate, Devin did. In Gunz's mind, Gray got what her hand called for. Nobody told her to show up unannounced. She brought the pain she was feeling on herself.

Wondering if she had left, Gunz scanned the club in search of her and saw her at the bar.
She better not had left
, he thought, slumping back with a mean expression on his face.

That quickly changed when his anthem by Jamie Foxx, “Blame It,” began to play. The song was Gunz's shit. As he vibed to the hook, he checked for Gray again, but she had left.
Okay
. Gunz chuckled underneath his breath. He hadn't expected her to grow balls and leave. It was a good thing she had left, though, 'cause if she would have stayed, he would've lost all respect for her.

An hour and a half later, the club was letting out and Gunz was getting into his car. He was pissy drunk, but so what. Thoughts of Gray devoured his mind, so he called her; only she didn't answer. Amused by her behavior, Gunz called back, but this time, her phone was turned off. Now he was pissed. He didn't like not being able to contact her.

She had him fucked up if she thought shit was gonna go down like it was.

 

Back at home, Gray sat on the couch with her arms folded underneath her breasts and her legs crossed. A million thoughts ran through her head. Gray thought Gunz respected her more. The way he chased her, you would've thought she was the number one woman on his list. Evidently she was wrong. How could she be so stupid to think that he wouldn't be like all the rest? Just because he took her out and fucked her better than any other man she'd ever dated didn't mean a thing. Gunz wasn't her man when it all boiled down. She was just a person he kicked it with from time to time.

But didn't the way he gazed into her eyes mean anything? His touch was filled with too much tender loving care, and when they kissed, nothing else in the world mattered. No one could tell her that he didn't feel something in his heart for her. Yes, he was unemotional and arrogant as hell, but Gray saw past all of that. She and Gunz had a connection.

Or was Gunz just running game? Gray didn't know what to think. All she knew was that she'd been played and humiliated. She felt stupid. Gray should have never put her life, meaning her job, on hold to be with a man. “What was I thinking?” she said out loud to herself.

In the midst of her frustration, Gray heard someone buzzing her door. She didn't even have to ask who it was; she already knew. Outraged, she got up and pressed the button to allow Gunz into the building.

To his surprise, once he got to her door, Gray was there waiting for him with an angry expression on her face.

“What's yo' problem?” he asked with a glossed-over look in his eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Man, g'on with that bullshit, Gray. I'm tired. A nigga just wanna go to sleep.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with me?”

“C'mon, Gray. Stop fuckin' around and let me in.”

Gray looked at him with pure disgust and stepped to the side. She couldn't stand the look of his face, yet a part of her was happy that he'd come.

“I hope you don't think you're staying. You better take yo' ass over that bitch house.”

“What I tell you? That's old shit.”

“And so are we, 'cause I ain't got nothing for you.”

“So what? You don't like me no more? You don't want to fuck wit' me no more, Gray?”

Gray wanted nothing more than to say no, but the fact that he was there putting up a fight did something for her self-esteem.

“If you were me, would you want to fuck wit' you?”

“That's a good question. Let me sleep on it and get back to you in the morning.” He got up in her face and shined his crooked grin.

“I don't see nothing funny.”

“C'mon, just let me go to sleep. I promise we can talk about whateva you want to talk about in the morning.”

Gray looked at him sideways and wondered if she should take him up on his offer or make his ass leave as planned.

“We can talk in the morning,” she huffed, going against her better judgment. Gray just prayed that in the morning she wouldn't hate herself for the decision.

 

The smell of Colombian coffee roamed through the air as Gray sat at her kitchen island watching reruns of
Project Runway
. Gray loved her kitchen. It was like a breath of fresh air. Unlike other areas of the house, her kitchen was more on the traditional side. Everything except the countertops was white. Storage cabinets lined the walls. Her refrigerator, microwave, and oven were all built into the wall unit as well. Miniature plants and greenery gave the area a sprinkle of color.

With her right hand cupped under her chin, she lazily watched television. Gray hadn't slept a wink. From the time Gunz drifted off to sleep, she'd been up working on her article. Finishing it was a harder task than she thought it would be, due to the fact that the situation between her and Gunz stayed on her mind. Thankfully, she finished with only minutes to spare.

With a little time on her hands to think, Gray realized that she was at a pivotal point, where she had to figure out if she should pass Go and head to Boardwalk, or throw in all of her chips and give up. Being disrespected by him with other chicks and competing for his attention was not something she was up to doing. It was time to put everything on the line.

Gray was tired of being his unofficial girl. She wanted to be spoken for. They'd been messing around for several months. Gunz needed to make his feelings clear. Whatever he threw at her, she could handle. What she couldn't handle was the mind-numbing feeling of being stuck in limbo.

Cool air from the ceiling fan swept over Gunz's bare chest. As soon as he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Gray's lavender satin accent chairs. He hadn't felt so well rested in years. He almost hated to get up, but Gray's missing body compelled him to get out of bed. He wondered where she could be. Slowly he made his way down the steps.

Gray almost choked from the sight of him half naked. The only thing he wore was a pair of blue boxer briefs. With each step he took, his dick shifted from side to side; it was so big. Gray wanted to taste it.
Get it together, bitch,
she told herself, but it was too late. She'd already become caught up in his toned and rippled physique. His body was mouthwatering, sinfully delicious. Gunz wasn't fighting fair, and Gray didn't like it one bit.

“What you doing up?” he yawned, adjusting his dick.

“I haven't been to sleep,” Gray answered, sipping on her fourth cup of coffee.

“Why not?”

“I had an article due for the magazine that I had to finish and turn in by seven this morning.”

“Damn, I ain't know you had all of that going on.” Gunz opened the refrigerator to see what she had to eat.

“You never bothered to ask.”

“Did you finish?”

“Yeah,” she replied dryly.

“What's wit' the attitude?” He shut the door and looked at her. “What I do to you now?”

“Are you serious? You don't remember what happened last night?”

“If I remembered I wouldn't be askin' you now, would I?” He looked at her, confused.

“You can save the attitude 'cause frankly, I don't have time for it. Last night was enough.”

“Are you gon' tell me what happened, or do I have to figure it out myself?”

“First of all, you were drunk as hell to the point you couldn't even stand up. Then on top of that, you had some bitch sitting on your fuckin' lap like I wasn't even there.”

“Damn, I did.” He chuckled.

“I'm glad you find the shit funny.” Gray shot past him, heated.

“Where you think you going?” He grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“Can you please not touch me?”

“Quit actin' like a fuckin' brat,” Gunz shot sternly.

Gray stood and stared into his eyes as her heart raced a mile a minute. A part of her wanted to buck and scream “Fuck you,” but the fear of how he would react prompted her not to. Instead, she released her hand from his and proceeded up the steps to her bedroom. Gunz knew her feelings were hurt, but there was only so much slick shit he was gonna let her get away with.

Was I really trippin' that bad?
he thought. Gunz did a mental rewind of the night and tried to piece together the events that he could remember. He could see himself at the bar buying drink after drink. He remembered Devin pushing up on him hard. He could see Gray entering the club and shutting the whole scene down with her presence. The only thing he could remember after that was Devin coming over and sitting on his lap.

“I knew I wasn't trippin',” he spoke out loud as he walked up the steps and into Gray's bedroom.

“Yo, I just remembered she came and sat down on my lap. I ain't even tell her to come sit down.”

“You really think that makes a difference?” She stopped making up the bed and looked at him like he was dumb. “It doesn't matter if you asked her or if she did it on her own. The fact is she was still there, and most importantly, you invited her.”

Gunz had completely forgotten that piece of vital information.

“You right. I did after you said you wasn't coming.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you brought all of this on you.”

“I brought all of this on me?” she repeated in disbelief.

“You damn right you did. I asked you to come, you said no, so what in the fuck else was I supposed to do?”

Gray didn't know what to say. She knew he had a valid point.

“The shit was still embarrassing as hell. I felt stupid. Here I was setting aside my responsibilities just to kick it wit' you, and what do I get in return? Another bitch all up in yo' face, a headache, a fucked-up night and no sleep.”

“Look, that shit wit' Devin—”

“So that's her name?” Gray cut him off.

“Fuck all of that.” Gunz swung his arm, frustrated. “I told you I don't fuck wit' that bitch. I apologize, but you gotta remember, Gray, me and you not together. I told you I ain't wanna be in a relationship.”

“Who said anything about a relationship?”

“To me that's what it seem like you want us to be.”

“Well, I don't.” She turned her back to him and resumed making up her bed. Hearing those words come out of his mouth were like stab wounds to the heart. Gray never felt so insignificant and small. Here she was trying to be all she could be for him and for what? He was absolutely right. She wasn't his girl, nor did he want her to be, so why did it hurt so bad when this was something she already knew? The air in her lungs felt short, like she was having an asthma attack. There was no way she could be back in this moment of rejection again. It was time to reevaluate some things.

“Look.” Gunz gently turned her around to face him. Holding her hands, he said, “I ain't tryin' to hurt you. I'm just tryin' to be honest. I like you . . . a lot. I enjoy spending time wit' you, but I'm the type of nigga that just can't be in a relationship. My life is too dangerous, and I'm not gon' take the risk of you being hurt.”

“So what do you suggest I do?” Gray shot back.

“I don't know. That's up for you to decide. I mean, hopefully you still wanna fuck wit' me, but if not, I'll understand.”

“I'ma tell you right now, I'm not into fucking you when there is a possibility that you could be fuckin' somebody else.”

“Say what you mean, Gray.”

“Are you seeing anybody else?”

“No.”

“Do you want to see other people?”

“I mean, at this moment, no.” He got in her face and placed his arms around her waist. “I don't anticipate me wanting to see anybody else but you.”

Gray hated that when she was in his arms, everything felt right. If she could stay there forever, she would.

“Then just promise me this: if things change and you do want to see other people, let me know.”

“Why you worrying about other people?” he asked, kissing on her neck. “All that matters is us.”

“Gunz . . . stop.” Gray tried her best to protest, but the flicker of his tongue on her skin had her feeling as if she were going in circles.

“Come on, baby. Daddy missing home. Let me taste you.”

That was all Gray needed to hear. Before she knew it, her back had met with the sheets and her legs were bent and spread open. Gunz looked at her. Confusion and agony were written all over her face. He wanted to promise her the world and everything it had to offer, but lying to Gray was something he just wasn't willing to do. He cared for her too much but just didn't know how to show it. Gunz would never admit it, but he was falling hard for Gray. He loved each and every part of her, from the gentle spirit of her soul to the way she laughed at his corny jokes.

Gunz placed a trail of loving kisses from the back of her left knee all the way to the heartbeat of her clit. An impatient desire for his mouth to devour the lips of her pussy consumed Gray.

Gunz had waited all night for this moment. He wondered if she had noticed. The second the tip of his tongue met with her hard clit, she lost it. Gray could hardly breathe. She felt out of place but in a good way. Getting her pussy ate shouldn't feel so good. If he kept on licking and biting her clit the way he was, she was sure to cum in a matter of minutes.

Sounds of ecstasy filled the air. What Gunz was doing to her pussy was crazy voodoo black magic. Screams of pleasure arose in her throat and spilled out into the atmosphere. Gray tried to back away, but Gunz simply stopped, looked her in the eye and said, “Be still,” then pulled her right back into his embrace. Gunz held her thighs in his hands so tight she swore his fingerprints would leave a mark. He wanted her to feel every stroke. With each lick he lusted for more. Gray was beyond wet. The sweet taste of her wetness lathered his tongue.