Jaheim
I should stay away.
Lusting after my sister’s girlfriend is an absolute no-no, but there's much too much about the beautiful Harmony that I just can't ignore. Never has a woman I’ve seen ever ticked all my boxes like she has; which is crazy cuz I’ve only ever met the girl once before.
I step in the shower and begin to wash my body. I’ve been thinkin’ about Harmony since I first saw her at her place. I didn't intend to get out the car when I picked up my sis, but when I saw her standing there, I needed to get a closer look.
That was my first mistake.
I should've stayed in the damned car.
She looked even better up close. Her eyes were wild and reflected the same shit I was feeling; an overwhelming sense of suspicion and intrigue by the intense attraction between us. I was gonna brush it off and mark it down to the fact I hadn’t gotten laid in a couple days, but then I touched her...
My second mistake.
Touching her, somehow, only made my attraction towards her stronger, and I ain't been able to shake her off since. I don't fuck around with women like her. Her types don't fare well in my dark, sordid world.
My tastes ain't accepted by the majority.
And she's young, too. Way too young to subject to the types of shit I’ve been thinkin’ about inflicting on her. I know she’s nineteen—Carisse told me—so I'ma most likely go to hell for merely thinkin’ about that shit.
But God knows, I can't help it.
I dry off and then pull on some sweats. I wear suits for work, but when I'm home, I don't even wear clothes. Having my sister living with me is kinda messin’ up my shit, but she needs me right now, so I'm allowing it.
I want words with Davonyé, and I'll get them, too. I never expected him to do that shit to her, so when she called me crying… that was the last thing I expected her to say. But if he thinks he can fuck around on my sister and get away with it, he's got another thought coming.
I sit on the couch between Carisse and Harmony. My eyes are begging to look at the temptation on my left, but I keep them safely aimed forward. She smells so good, I can’t even describe it. Her perfume and scent is another thing I liked about her when we first met. She’s unusual—especially those eyes—with those burgundy contacts she wears.
And here’s me hiding the natural colour of mine…
She might be young, but she looks like filth. Her lips are full and naturally pouted; made for sucking dick, and her skin looks almost dewy, soft, and perfect for marking… I’ve always loved a woman with dark skin; it’s always more of a thrill to get it to blemish.
“You not tired, Jah?” Carisse asks, resting her head back on the sofa. She's gonna be knocked out soon. She hasn't even slept in her bed since we’ve been here.
“Nah, I'm good.” To hell with sleeping. Sleep is the last thing I need. I need to play twenty questions with this creature beside me so I can find out if she's gonna let me hit it or not.
I went back to Ontario cuz it was my turn to host this month’s Hush night. Carisse and Evette think I make all my money in Real Estate, but that ain't the case. The majority of my paper comes from the underground clubs I own.
I usually look forward to the monthly events, but every scene I watched last night, I imagined it was Harmony and me, and then when the time came to get into one myself, I wasn’t one bit interested.
I wonder what Harmony would think about that shit. She'd probably run a million miles and think I'm a sick and twisted fuck. That's why I need to leave her alone. She's a baby, for fuck's sake.
But my dick don't agree.
I look at Carisse again and see her eyes closing. “I'll see your friend out,” I tell her, leaning over and covering her with the throw beside her.
“Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow, Harm.” She don't even open her eyes.
“Alright,” Harmony replies from behind me.
I turn to look at her and she eyes me cautiously as she stands. I follow her out the room but then rest a hand on the dip in her back to steer her towards the kitchen. Shit, it feels good touching her, but I wanna touch that skin.
I know she feels the attraction between us, but how far is she willing to go with it when she don't even know me?
All the way, I'm hoping.
I close the kitchen door behind us and then turn to face her. She looks nervous but I know this girl is far from shy. Carisse’s been warning me off her since we met; talking shit about ‘Harmony fucks nuff niggas’. I ain't listened, though. I still want a piece for myself.
“Why did you want me to stay?” she asks, like she don't know.
“I thought we could talk.”
Her brow lifts. “Talk?”
Oh, so she’s on it. “Yeah, why? What you think I wanted?” Tell me your fantasies, Princess, and I’ll make all that shit happen, and more.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
She bites her lip before slowly releasing it from between her teeth. “I dunno. You tell me?”
Yeah, she's feeling me alright.
I take a step closer to her and she inhales sharply. Fuck… now that it's just the two of us, I'm feeling all kinds of senseless shit. I'd love to tie her up, bend her over and spank her ass for not being straight with me. She knows what the fuck this is.
I’m always about control; I have to be because of what I am, but I got a feeling this girl is gonna test me in ways I ain’t ever imagined.
“Are you gay?”
I stare at her like she's got two heads. “What the fuck you just say to me?”
Gay? That shit sounds like something Carisse or Evette would say, just cuz I never have a girl on my arm. No, I don’t have a girl on my arm, but I always have one on my dick in some way shape or form.
She slowly smiles. “I didn't think you was, but I needed to ask.”
I shake my head while I look over her tempting body. Oh, Princess, I’m far, far from being gay… She’s got balls for asking me that straight out like that, though. I don't know whether I wanna kiss her everywhere or paddle the shit out of her. She wanna ask me if I'm gay? Fucking Carisse. “You shouldn't listen to everything my sister tells you.”
She crosses her arms. “I don't. I'm still here, ain't I?”
Her sudden fire intrigues me. “And why are you?”
Her eyes narrow. “Cuz, I like you.”
“You don't know me.”
Her eyes lower to my lips momentarily. “You don't know me either, but I know you like me, too.”
That makes me smile. “How you know?”
Her eyes lower to my waist this time. “Cuz your dick told me.”
“That ain't for you.”
She purses her lips at that, but I smile harder. “Who the fuck’s it for then? You got a girlfriend?”
I gotta laugh now, cuz that shit is funny. “Girlfriend? Fuck no.”
She don’t seem offended by that, more intrigued. “Oh, you don't do relationships either?”
I shake my head. This girl’s fiery as hell. I could easily silence her, though. “No. I don't.”
She nods, deep in thought. “Fuck and move on. That's the best way.” She don't sound convinced, though, and I can tell her mood has switched.
I decide to fuck with her some more. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck your tight little pussy so you can move on from whatever this is?”
She inhales sharply. “Move on,” she mutters. “Ha.”
“I thought that's what you like?”
She glares at me. “It is.”
“So? We fuckin’?”
“You got a rubber?”
Shit.
“That's a no.” She rolls her eyes and makes to walk past me, but I grab hold of her arm. Her eyes fly up to meet mine.
Yeah, shit has definitely changed now.
She eyes my hand before looking back up at me. “I wouldn't.”
Damn, this girl is saying all the right shit. “Or what?”
“I'll break it.”
I look for any hint of a smile, but I see none. “I'd like to see you try, Princess.”
Now she smiles. “I wouldn't wanna disappoint you.” She grabs my hand and twists it. Shit, she's strong as fuck for a woman. “Had enough?”
As a habit, I act like it hurts, so she pushes my hand away and tries to leave again, but I ain't giving up. I need something from her. Her ass ain't getting out of here without me branding her in some way.
And I don’t care if it’s physical or mental.