Page 113 of Lyric Squared

“And what’s that, D?”

Standing up fully, she pulled at the sweater she wore that didn’t cover much of her top half. It left her stomach visible. She’d paired it with a pair of jeans that defined every curve she’d been blessed with. There was plenty, and I wasn’t sure why but suddenly they were as appealing as the woman who possessed them was.

I watched as she rounded my truck and opened the passenger door. Without my permission, she slid into the seat designated for someone else. Although everything about our actions felt unlawful, I didn’t hesitate when she beckoned for me with her right hand.

“Come here and get in. It’s better that I show than tell,” she finally replied before shutting the door behind her.

With an elongated sigh, I slid from the hood of my truck and adjusted the Glock on my waist that had maneuvered. My dick hardened on the walk to the driver's side, my thoughts consumed by the many possibilities that followed Deidra’s desire to treat me. I wasn’t sure what she had on her mind but I didn’t mind finding out, either.

The door popped open with Deidra having opened it from the passenger seat. I cracked it open a bit more and slid in beside her. The smirk that rested on her pretty face let me know that she was up to no good.

“You going to sit there with a fucking smirk on your face or what?” I started the engine of my truck as I asked.

Shaking her head, she leaned forward and grabbed at the waistband of my pants. Reclining my seat slightly, I watched closely to see where she was headed with all of this.

Bzzzzz.

Bzzzzz.

Bzzzzz.

Squeezing my eyelids, I cringed at the feeling of my phone buzzing in my pocket.

“Hold up,” I suggested, leaning over so that I could remove it from my pocket.

At the sight of the black heart on my screen, everything around me disappeared and silence followed. I didn’t notice I was still staring at the screen until it stopped ringing altogether and Deidra’s voice interrupted the silence.

“Lift up.”

There wasn’t a need. My dick softened upon seeing Lyric’s contact cross my screen. Suddenly, frustration consumed me.

Nigga, what the fuck are you doing?I questioned my actions, pissed that my dick had even hardened for another woman knowing my situation and with the knowledge that everything wasn’t well in Lyric’s world. Her call was evidence. She hadn’t called me in four weeks. Something was wrong and more than anything, I wanted to know what.

“Deidra, move around,” I demanded.

“Excuse me?” she asked, taken aback by my sudden change in demeanor, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted her out of my ride so that I could return Lyric’s call.

Before I had the chance, my phone began buzzing in my hand. Without any more words spoken, I unlocked the door and gave Deidra my undivided attention. I needed her to understand what was being requested of her. If she didn’t want to exit, I had no issue removing her myself. I wasn’t above it, but she got the hint and exited just as my cell stopped ringing. I quickly dialed Lyric back, regretting both calls that I’d missed.

Guilt pumped through my veins as I called back. Because though we were no longer together, I knew that I belonged to her, wholly. There was never a doubt in my mind, just a lapse in good judgment.

“Hello,” she answered, putting my soul at ease.

From the sound of her voice, I could tell she was in distress. But the confidence that I could solve her problem led me to keep my composure. She’d called me for a reason and we both understood why. It didn’t matter that she had two brothers willing to go to war for her. I’d quickly become her knight, and I was willing to go to the end of the earth to make sure that she was straight.

The sniffling on the other end pained me to hear. An inexplicable ache appeared in my chest. Baby girl was a mess, and I was beginning to believe that I was to blame for it.

“What’s the matter?” I asked after I felt like she’d somewhat gained her composure.

There was another moment of silence, this one not lasting nearly as long as the first one.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

My ears began ringing as her words registered in my head. Already in my truck, I put it in gear and burned rubber getting to Lyric as fast and as safely as possible.

“Unlock the door,” I requested, ending the call without warning right after.

The nearest drug store was my first stop. I didn’t have time to be trying to calculate dates or play the guessing game when it came to something as serious as a child’s life. There wasn’t any room for misinformation. I wanted to make sure that Lyric’s suspicions weren’t in vain. A test was the only way to do that.