Page 78 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

My hand has a mind of its own as I begin to rub my fingertips through her hair. It’s only about an inch or two, but the curls are loosening, reminding me of when Peanut grows his shit out.

“Says who?”

“Says you! Every other sentence is ‘I hate you, Snow.’”

Her lame attempt at mocking me pulls another chuckle. “You never heard of the thin line between love and hate? The pendulum stays swinging with your ass.”

Snow leans up, her eyes snapping to mine. My hands travel down her sculpted back to cup her cheeks.

“You really… wanna tell them about us? This?”

I give her a gentle squeeze. “Is that so hard to believe?”

My chest tightens when she averts her eyes. Have the past few weeks not shown her how much I need her?

I turn, rolling us over until she’s on her back and I’m leaning over her. “There is an us, Snow. There’s been an us for damn near twenty years now.”

She scoffs, but I continue. “You swear I was ashamed of you, but that’s not true. I went about protecting what we had the wrong way, and I wanna do shit different now. That means telling my homies, my brothers, about my woman. The only one who ever mattered to me.”

Tears spill down the sides of her face. She palms the back of my head to bring my forehead to rest on hers.

“Can you please fuck me now?” she sniffles, her wet lashes fluttering on mine.

I don’t want to. I want to turn all the lights on and we hash this shit out, so that there’s no question about who we are to each other. Snow’s always been stubborn, but she’s never shied away from shit like this before. Not with me. Not even when she’s telling me all the ways I’ve had her fucked up.

So why is it so hard to accept how I’m trying to do right this time? Wouldn’t this be the best time?

My pride wins out finally, and I hold my tongue. Instead, I slide home, and wrap my tongue around hers to quiet her cries.

It’s easy for me to not give Snow the benefit of the doubt. I did spring this on her. I’d known I’d be linking with Mekhi sooner or later, but I didn’t take into account Snow and Mars and my niggas being involved still. Her hesitance, and us not being on one accord, makes sense. I can figure this shit out later, definitely before she goes back home.

A win-win, so we can get more time just us. So that she can be certain there is for sure an us.

“Harder,” Snow mewls, breaking me out of my head as she cups my ass.

I lift one of her legs onto my shoulder, kissing her ankle before giving her exactly what she asks for.

“Open your mouth.”

She obeys me easily, and I rest my thumb on her tongue. She closes her lips around it and gets it nice and wet.

I pull it away, then rest my hand on her pelvis and strum her clit, her own spit helping me.

My other hand peels her other leg off me, holding her knee down on the mattress as I pound into her.

“Come on this dick, right fuckin’ now, Snow,” I growl.

She arches off the bed, milking my dick like she’s trying to have my baby. I’m barely able to pull out, bending down to cover her pussy with my mouth as I bust in my hand.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I tongue fuck her past the point of no return. Both of her hands are palming my head now, keeping my mouth on her as she humps my tongue with abandon.

As soon as I’m done coming, I wipe my hand on my sheets and exchange my tongue for two fingers. Snow’s still twitching, her eyes clamped shut as I rub my tongue piercing lightly across her clit.

“You need some birth control, Snow. I’m tired of pulling out.”

Snow’s response is to swipe at my hands, so I pull away from her, pressing a kiss into her inner thigh.

“That’s one thing I’m never doing.”