Love Don't Live Here Anymore (The Love Collection Book 3) (14 page)

Braxdon waited until they were in the clear before he and his man followed them. Summer watched as somebody stopped Braxdon on his way to the car and purchased some weed from him. She took note and shook her head. She really hoped that one day Braxdon would get his shit together because he really was a great guy and he was definitely above drug dealing. If only she could get him to see that he was better than that.

“Come on, Miss Lady, you riding with us,” Braxdon told her when they pulled up on the side of Larita’s vehicle.

Summer walked up on him and said, “I’m sorry Braxdon, but I will not get in the car with a known drug dealer.” Riding with Larita, who had only a joint, was way different than riding with someone who had ounces or even pounds of marijuana in his possession. If the cops pulled the ladies over, they may get away Scot-free. If Braxdon was pulled over, it would open a whole other door and Summer didn’t want that risk. Being a young, black male was a crime in itself, add drugs to that and it equals disaster.

Her words must have stung Braxdon but they shouldn’t have surprised him. Summer had showed her disdain for his hustle since she’d first found out what he did. Braxdon told his friend that he was riding with her.

“No, again, Braxdon. I’m not riding with known drug dealers, period. Whether it’s your car or someone else’s.”

He frowned in confusion.

She realized that she must have sounded like a hypocrite, because clearly Larita smoked and kept weed on her. “I’m talking about large quantities,” she clarified as if she had read his thoughts.

Braxdon smiled and shook his head. He turned to his friend and reached into his pockets. “Yo, hold this down for me. I’ll hit you up in the morning to get that and the rest of the other shit,” he said. He handed his friend most of his package but kept a few bags for his pleasure. To Summer, he said, “Aiight, Miss Lady. Let’s go.”

Larita and Moet were already seated in the front of the car, so Summer got into the back. She realized how she had just convinced Braxdon to do what she wanted him to do without telling him that he needed to do it. She’d simply expressed herself and he took heed. Somehow, Summer had managed to get a few men under her spell and she hadn’t even realized it. Eugene had been gung ho since the day he’d met her but that was Eugene anyway. He lusted after every woman he met, but only if he was into her. Larita had told Summer that Eugene put more effort into Summer than she had witnessed with anyone else.

Summer and Braxdon rode in the back and as Braxdon’s head rested on Summer’s shoulder, she leaned her head back against the headrest. She caught a glimpse of Larita through the rearview mirror and watched as her friend blew her a kiss. Summer knew Larita had a crush on her. In fact, Moet had told Summer just that last year and had mentioned how Larita was interested in sampling her goods.

During the ride, Braxdon held Summer’s hand and massaged her fingers. Larita asked them where they were going and Braxdon waited to see if Summer would offer up her place, but she never did, so he gave Larita the address to his grandmother’s house.

“Braxdon is a very nice name,” Summer said. “But why do you spell it with a D and not a T?”

“Well, according to my aunts and them, that was supposed to be how it was spelled but my momma was so drunk when she went in to deliver me, she spelled it wrong on the paperwork. They actually almost took me away but my grandmother told them that she would step in until my mother got herself together. She and my father are both alcoholics and the family joke is that I was conceived drunk and born drunk. It took months for my body to detoxify from all the drinking my mom had done. They say it’s no wonder that I didn’t come out deformed or with serious medical or mental issues. That’s why I take that parenting shit seriously. I love Sirad with everything in me. That little boy makes me so proud and adds so much joy to my life.”

His words touched Summer’s heart and made her think about her meeting with Akia and Jessica tomorrow. The thought gave her butterflies. “Let me ask you something: Are you a pimp?” she inquired.

“Hell no. Why you say that?” Braxdon asked.

“Because your friend kept calling you ‘B. Don’ and you seem to be pretty popular with the ladies. I saw a few of them assessing me,” Summer said.

Braxdon laughed. “Nah, Miss Lady. I ain’t a pimp. The chicks just feeling the kid, so my friends started calling me Don or, in my homie’s case, B. Don,” he explained. Braxdon leaned into Summer and whispered, “The only ho I want is you.”

Summer gasped and punched him in the arm.

“I was just joking, damn.” He kissed Summer on the cheek.

Larita pulled up to Braxdon’s house and Summer thanked her for the ride, as did Braxdon. He also slid her a bag of weed for good measure and hopped out of the car to walk over to Summer’s side.

Summer touched Moet’s shoulder before getting out. “Moet, please be careful tonight, girl. That man ain’t wrapped too tight.”

“Oh, I’m good. I’m done with his ass, ladies. Tomorrow, I’m calling him to come get all his shit. After my visit with the doctor, it dawned on me that he doesn’t love me. And tonight, seeing him in the act even further confirms that he don’t give a fuck about me. I’m done, seriously. Larita said I can stay with her tonight, and tomorrow I’ll go home and kindly pack his shit up. But now, I need some sleep,” Moet said.

Summer hugged her friends from the back seat and wished them safe travels. Braxdon was patiently waiting outside the car for her to exit. When he unlocked the house doors, Summer got worried that they would wake Ms. Honey.

“Please, Gramma is going to wake up anyway from the sound of the door opening. She has done that for as long as I can remember. She don’t sleep good until she knows her boy is safe inside,” he said.

Summer smiled. That made her think of her Grammy and how much she really missed her folks. Lately, she had been seriously contemplating moving back to Dallas. The bond she had with her friends and the connection she had to Eugene, Braxdon, and Vincent made her hesitate. But home was really where her heart was.

As soon as Braxdon closed the door and locked it, Ms. Honey called out, “Brax, that you, baby?”

“Yeah, Gram, it’s me … and Summer here too.”

Summer whacked him on the arm. “Why’d you tell her that? Now she thinks I’m a little ho or something,” Summer whispered, half-angry and half-amused.

“Oh okay. Hey, baby,” she called out to Summer and Summer spoke back. “I’m going to sleep now. I’ll see y’all in the morning.”

Braxdon walked back to his room and turned on the light so Summer could see where she was going. He was a neat freak so an immaculate room was a must. In fact, he kept the whole house spotless.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he told her.

Summer took off her shirt and left her cami on. She slid off her shoes and socks and sat on the bed.  She watched as Braxdon took note of her neatly polished toes that matched her fingernails perfectly. Just by his actions alone, Summer could tell that he hadn’t dated anyone of her caliber. Nothing about him screamed mature, polished, or driven. He had told her before that when he did try to talk to the “sophisticated” women, they acted stuck up and better than, so he kept to fucking with the dumb chicks in his hood. That’s why when he’d met Summer, he told himself that he would step his shit up and try to be a better man.

“You know I started looking into home inspection classes, right?”

“No! Really, Braxdon? That’s great.”

“Yeah, and expensive. I would definitely need to move some more weed to be able to pay for it.”

“Why? Can’t you pick up more shifts from the cab company?” Summer suggested.

“Nah, I don’t even do that anymore. Because of my DWI convictions, they won’t approve me for my permit. So that’s a done deal,” Braxdon said.

Summer didn’t say anything at first. Her mind was going because she was caught between wanting Braxdon to succeed and helping him succeed. She had an idea and wanted to run it by her sister and brother-in-law first.

“Well, I might know someone who can help your cause, that’s if you’re serious, Braxdon,” she said, giving him the eye.

“Miss Lady, I’m serious as I’ll ever be. I’m ready to turn a new leaf. So if you got connections, then hook a brotha up,” he said.

“Aiight then. Roll up,” Summer told him.

“What? You a pothead now?” he asked, clearly shocked that she was asking to smoke.

“Well, no. I don’t think so. I just like the way it makes me feel and lately I need all the feel good I can get because up until recently, it’s been a lot of feel bad,” she said.

He nodded his understanding, rolled up and turned on the radio to add some background music. Braxdon passed the Dutch to Summer and went to get them something to drink. He entered just in time because Summer was coughing from the weed and a beverage was just what she needed.

“Damn, you all right?” Braxdon asked after she’d stopped coughing.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Summer said. “Thanks.”

She didn’t know where her newfound interest in getting high had come from but she had to admit that it put her in a relaxed state of mind. She wished she would have indulged sooner and maybe she wouldn’t have had those suicidal thoughts. Braxdon turned on the TV and sat next to Summer on the bed to finish the clip. “Adorn” by Miguel came on and Braxdon got up to turn the music up louder. He didn’t blast it because he knew his grandmother was sleeping but he did raise the volume to a suitable level.

Summer, too, liked the song very much and snapped her fingers as the words penetrated her. The weed and the lyrics caused her to stand on the bed and move seductively to the lyrics. Braxdon watched in awe as Summer showed a different side of her. He had met the smart, angry, silly, funny, serious, confident, carefree woman, and now here was the frisky Summer. As she wined her hips, Braxdon stood, smoking the rest of his joint and watching her intently. Once there was nothing else to smoke, he placed what was left in the ashtray and removed his shirt. He walked over to the bed and stood in front of Summer.

While she sang the words to the song, Braxdon looked into her eyes, hoping to find a sign that Summer was feeling him like he was feeling her. He grabbed her waist and started kissing her belly through her shirt. Summer closed her eyes and inhaled. She leaned down a bit and kissed the top of Braxdon’s head. He was younger than her but she liked his style. The hustling part, she could do without but she was definitely feeling him as a man. He was tall, built, and handsome, not to mention, kind, funny, respectful, and gentle. Damn, she felt like she was in a love square and wasn’t sure who she should choose.

Braxdon lifted her cami over her head and sucked her breasts. He then allowed his tongue to travel down to her navel and orally massage her belly button. Normally he would have waited for Summer to verbally give him the green light but not tonight. “Miss Lady” was going to be
his
lady love and he planned to be Cupid.

Braxdon swooped Summer into his arms and kissed her on the mouth, parting her lips with his tongue. It took her a second to respond but when she did, the sweetness of her kiss made him want her even more. Braxdon laid Summer on the bed and removed her jeans first, then his, and left his boxers on. He turned Summer over onto her stomach and removed her bra. He sensed that she was trying to take over the show but he had the leading role; she was just a feature, and he was about to make her the star. After removing her bra, he kneeled so that he was straddling her body. He started by kissing the back of her neck, down her spine, to the base of her back. He gently licked the top of the split of her ass and spread her cheeks open so he could gain full access to her rectum.

Braxdon sucked and licked on the perimeter of her sphincter until she squirmed with pleasure. Her opening tightened around his tongue. Curling his tongue into a cylinder, he gently and forcefully bobbed his head as he made love to her anus.  Braxdon used the middle finger of his right hand to tickle her clit. Summer tried rolling over but he wouldn’t let her. She couldn’t take it. The combination of his tongue in that forbidden area, one finger in her love tunnel, and the other one kneading her love muscle made her body tremor. She grunted, moaned, and, at times, wanted to scream. The constant twisting and turning didn’t seem to faze him because he maintained his deed as if her body wasn’t begging him to let up. But Braxdon wasn’t giving up. He was determined to make Summer cum harder than she ever had. He had her turn onto her back and started tossing her salad. He put his finger back into her pussy and used his thumb to massage her clit. The triple pleasure she was receiving was only heightened when he moistened his forefinger and thumb on the left hand and rubbed her nipples one at a time. While pinching, rubbing, and flicking on her breasts, he kept licking her ass, kneading her clit, and fingering her pussy until she had no choice but to yell, “Fuuuuckkk! I’m cumiiiiiing!” Braxdon continued to rub her clit in a rapid motion until she squirted hard, causing her fluids to fly all over his face and bed.

Without wasting time, he repositioned himself so that he was planked over her. He let his hard dick rub up and down her vagina. He would flex his shaft at certain intervals so the tip of his dick tapped her clit rhythmically. Summer whined in ecstasy and looked up at Braxdon. She saw that his beard was sopping wet from her juices. Her pussy muscles clenched at the sight of it dripping from his chin. Braxdon had slid the condom on and thrust his dick deep into her canal. Simultaneously, the two of them called out in pleasure, she from his fullness and he from the way her tunnel enveloped his manhood. Her insides were so wet, warm, and tight that he had to quickly pull out and calm himself down before he ejaculated prematurely. He leaned down and grabbed her head so she was face to face with him. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and moaned when she sucked it suggestively.

Braxdon pulled his face away from hers and slid his dick back inside her. This time he kept her head positioned toward him so the two of them could make eye contact when he entered her again. Braxdon bit his bottom lip and squinted in sheer delight. Summer kept her eyes pierced on him and pulled both lips in tightly to keep from crying out. Braxdon reached down and grabbed both ass cheeks. To add to the intensity of the pleasure, he tickled her ear with his tongue, teeth, and breath.

“Ohhhh, shit! Damn, ooooh, fuck, yesss!” Summer moaned.

Braxdon pulled out of her and turned her onto her stomach. He put his face back between her thighs and performed cunnilingus, doggy style. He knew Summer was already at her peak and was overwhelmed with satisfaction. He made her keep her hands in front of her and licked on her until he felt more juices flowing from her insides. When he felt the liquids trickle down his chin, he repositioned himself and his dick, so he could enter her effortlessly. Braxdon rocked back and forth on his knees until Summer used her coochie muscles to squeeze his dick further inside her. She expanded and contracted her vaginal muscles, turning Braxdon on even more. He took both her legs and placed them on either side of his waist. While he plunged deep inside, he looked into her eyes.

No matter what he seemed to do and in how many positions he placed her, that third orgasm was proving to be a stubborn one. Braxdon had one more position he wanted to try. He could have easily placed Summer on top of him so she could ride them both until they came but he couldn’t let it go down like that. His desire was to make her a star, not a leading lady. This was about her and he wanted her to do the least she had to do, but get the best reward.

Pulling out of her, he stood up and motioned for Summer to stand as well. She stood to her feet and Braxdon picked her up so that she straddled his waist. He carried her over to an empty wall and steadied her against it. There, he entered her again and held her as she bounced in his arms. Summer moaned and closed her eyes tight.

“Braxdon, damn, fuck,” Summer began to grunt.

Braxdon felt her pussy getting tighter and wetter and he got excited as well. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

“I … yes … Please don’t drop me. Please don’t drop me,” Summer cried out. She wanted to be scared but he was making her feel too damn good for safety to take precedence.

“The only way you hittin’ the floor is if I’m fallin’ myself. I got you, baby! Das my word! Now come for Daddy,” Braxdon commanded. Honestly, he was ready to cum and reap the residuals of his work. “Come on, baby. Cum with me. You can do it, cum with me, baby.”

For some reason, those words brought her there. For the most part, he didn’t talk but when he did break his silence, it heightened her pleasure.

“Yes, cum all over this dick. You got some good fucking pussy, bitch.”

And that was it. At that moment, it didn’t matter that he had just disrespected her during sex. It turned her on. The misogyny and masculinity brought her to one of her greatest orgasms of all time. Summer was panting so hard that she wasn’t sure if she’d heard him whisper “I love you” or not. She pretended that she hadn’t even imagined it.