Syn 2: Sex Is Syn, Love Is Pain

by J Peach

  My hand went to his head and I started to push it down. Immediately he caught on and laughed. “Baby girl, tell me what you want.” He sucked my right nipple into his mouth, letting it pop out. He then did the same to my left one before he kissed my stomach.

  “Baby, I want you to eat my pussy,” I moaned as his finger ran over my clit. My hand stroked the back of his head as he finally kissed my swollen pearl. Parker’s mouth soon latched onto the small pleasure nub while at the same time he thrust two fingers inside of me. My back arched and I moved my leg further onto the counter as my hips started to grind against his face. “Mm, sss, like that, baby. Mmm,” my lips parted as my head fell against the wall.

  Parker’s fingers suddenly hooked my pelvic bone, massaging my inner walls as he sucked harder on my clit. “Oh, my God! Parker, baby! Sss, shit. Like that, baby, ooh, suck my pussy! Ooh, baby, I’m cumming.” My nails dug into the nape of his neck and I held him closer to me, feeling my orgasm reaching its peak. The muscles in my ass tightened and my pelvis thrust forward as my body shook. I came hard, squirting.

  “Shit! Damn, baby, let that shit go!” Parker spoke as his fingers moved faster. Then his hand came down on my clit, spanking the swollen nub before his mouth went back to my clit and he started sucking again.

  “Oh, my God! Ahh!” I screamed out pleasurably. My pussy pulsed constantly around his fingers while my pelvis continued to shake as I squirted again. “Ahh!” My palm pressed against his forehead and I tried to push him back. “No, no, no, no!” I moaned as my body shook.

  Parker’s tongue flicked over my clit once more before he stood and leaned into me. He pinched my nipple as he kissed me. My lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide into my mouth. One of my arms wrapped around his neck while the other moved to his basketball shorts. Immediately, I grabbed his dick, but before I could pull it out, Parker stopped me.

  That’s when he broke the kiss, “I’ll get mine later,” he told me with a sexy smile. “I got a couple of moves to make right now.” His lips pressed against mine once more before he moved back. “Damn, yo ass wet everything up,” he laughed as he watched my juices run from the counter onto the floor.

  I looked down and laughed at the puddle. Parker was the only dude that had ever made me squirt a lot.

  He then came back over to me with a warm towel and cleaned between my legs. “You good now?” He stared down at me.

  I was confused at first before finally catching on. My eyes rolled. “I was never not good,” I shrugged before I hopped off the counter. Using my dry towel, I cleaned up the mess I made and then tossed the towel into the hamper.

  “Man, what’s yo problem, Syn? I ain’t good with guessing, so if you don’t tell me I won’t know. Real shit, yo,” he said as he followed me into my room.

  Once I got in there, I turned to look at him with my head tilted to the side. “How did you get in here? I know I locked my door.”

  “I broke in with your key that was on the ring of my car keys,” he stated smartly.

  “Whatever,” I mumbled, not even caring how he got in. I turned away from him, grabbed my lotion and started putting some on.

  “Syn, either you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you or lose that fuckin’ attitude.” He walked past me and picked his duffle bag up off of the floor. Then he opened it and started pulling out clothes.

  My eyes rolled at him again. My damn body was so irritated and the fact that he was about to leave wasn’t making me feel any better. After I put on my underclothes, I glanced at Parker and saw him laying out a royal blue polo shirt and white polo jeans. A pair of royal blue and white Jordan’s sat on the floor in front of his outfit.

  A loud sigh left my mouth as I pulled on my dress. I glanced over at Parker, catching his gaze and rolled my eyes at him again.

  “Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He laughed at me. “And don’t give that, ain’t nothing wrong with me, shit either.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathroom with him. Then he pulled off his basketball shorts and got in the shower, turning on the water. “So what’s up?”

  I didn’t know why, but a stupid smile came to my lips as I watched him wash up while he stared at me, waiting on my reply. “Parker, ain’t nothing wrong with me,” I lied “You know what?” Beating around the bush wasn’t something I did, so I was going to be straight up with him. “How you gon’ try to put me off on Chris, when you know he don’t like me? And you just got back?” I asked him angrily.

  “You do know I took two weeks of vacation time to be at you’re house with you, right? Only to have spent those entire two weeks alone,” I continued. “So now I have literally two days until I have to go back to work and what do I have to show for that time? Nothing. So, yeah, I’m irritated as hell with you,” I told him honestly.

  I didn’t want to seem clingy or anything, but damn. If I was taking time off of work to be at his house, I expected to spend some with his ass. I knew he had to handle business, but I didn’t think it would take up my entire stay at his place.

  “You pissed because we ain’t spending time together? Sweetheart, I ain’t got control over my schedule. Shit happens at times and I have to go handle it immediately,” he told me. “If it wasn’t serious, I wouldn’t have been gone for that long, believe me. And I asked Chris to take you to my crib because I got shit I have to handle out here. The last thing I want to do is bring you into my line of work. I wanna keep what I do in the streets separated from what I’m tryna build with you. Yah understand me?” he asked seriously.

  “I don’t want you nowhere near this shit. I apologize for having you waste your vacation for nothing. But I also needed you somewhere safe and my house was the only place,” he explained before he stepped under the spray.

  A sigh left my mouth because I understood what he said, but it didn’t change how I felt. I knew it was his job, how he made his money. Who was I to bitch at him about that? He’d been doing that long before I came along, so again I asked myself, who I was to demand him to do anything differently because we were together. So I was going to let it go.

  “Okay, Parker.” I turned around to the mirror, plugged up the flat irons and started fixing my hair.

  “So, we good?” He spat water from his mouth before looking over at me.

  “Yeah, we good.” I looked his wet body over. Damn, he was just sexy for no reason at all. Why the hell didn’t I wait to get in the shower? My eyes focused on his dick as he started to wash it.

  “You wanna play with it? You looking hard as hell,” he smirked.

  Laughing at him, I rolled my eyes. “No. Black ass.” Hell yeah I wanted to play with that thick, brown eyed mothafucka.

  “Why you lying?” He chuckled.

  “I’ll play with it later.”

  “You’ll play with it later.”

  We spoke those words at the same time, which caused us both to laugh. Parker’s laughter stopped once he heard his phone ringing, though.

  His head nodded towards the room. “Go get that for me.”

  I hurried into the room before the call ended, but as soon as I reached the dresser the phone stopped ringing.

  “Babe, they hung up—” I started saying, but the phone started ringing again. “Wait.” I looked back to the phone just as the name Roc flashed across the screen. “Parker, it’s a Roc calling,” I yelled to him.

  “Answer it and bring it here,” he called out to me.

  I slid the bar across the screen, answering the phone. “Hello,” before I could tell the impatient ass caller to hold on they cut me off.

  “Yo, put Parker on the phone,” he demanded.

  I started to hang up on his rude ass. “Hold on.” I went back into the bathroom, Parker was now washing his hair. How was he going to take his call? “Babe, here.”

  “Put it on speaker.” I did what he asked me to. “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “Nigga, where the fuck you at? I been here for a half hour waiting on yo ass. Fuck is you doing?” Roc fussed,
sounding pissed off.

  Parker shut off the water then pointed to the counter. “Hand me that towel.” I did what he asked me to. “Man, I had some shit I needed to handle at home first, but I’m on my way there now. I’m bringing my shorty with me so make sure everything is good. I don’t want no shit, Roc,” Parker warned him as he took the phone from me.

  “Well, don’t bring her with you today,” Roc laughed, then quickly stopped. “Wait, nigga. When the fuck you get a shorty? Oh wait, you talkin’ ‘bout qu'un bébé de la N.O?” He asked Parker, suddenly speaking a different language.

  My brows furrowed in confusion. I didn’t know what the fuck he said, but I knew for certain one word was fuckin’ baby. I wanted so badly for him to repeat himself in English. Parker looked at me and started laughing. I was shocked that he even understood what Roc said to him. Even so, my eyes cut hard at Parker as I chewed on my bottom lip.

  “Why the fuck you playing, Roc?” Parker asked while he continued to laugh.

  I didn’t find shit funny with his black ass. I was two seconds from slapping the piss out of him while he wanted to laugh.

  “You still got me on speaker?” I heard Roc say as he chuckled.

  “N’all, I been took yo ass off speaker. Why the fuck you wanna play? Shorty would’ve flipped the fuck out if she understood what you said and heard yo ass,” Parker lied as he continued to laugh.

  Now I was confused. So he was playing? Why would he play like that? I asked myself.

  “Oh shid, that’s why I didn’t hear a slap. I was hoping she was gon’ slap the fuck outda you. Got me up here and yo ass at the crib caking with some chick. Man, hurry yo ass the fuck up,” he ended the call with that.

  “That nigga stupid,” Parker laughed as he looked at me. “Yo ass was ready to flip out wasn’t you?” He asked. “And you ain’t even know what the fuck he said.”

  As bad as I wanted to pretend like I wasn’t going to flip out, I couldn’t because I knew my face gave me away. All I could do was laugh at myself. “I can’t lie, I was. I heard him say baby and I was ready to slap yo ass, but I was going to wait until you got off the phone first,” I admitted with a laugh. “But what did he say and in what language?” I sat on the bed and put on my shoes.

  “He spoke French and he said ‘that one baby from the N.O.’” Parker laughed again and shook his head. “When you meet Roc, you gon’ have to excuse that nigga, that mothafucka can be ignorant,” he warned me as he pulled on his shirt. “And don’t get used to coming with me, this gon’ be the first and last time I ever bring you along for this shit.”

  My lips twisted as I looked away from him. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t going to get an insight into what he did. Hell, he had been to one of my jobs and saw me stripping. I didn’t want to get involved in his shit because I knew nothing about his line of work period. But for him to break his own code of not wanting me around his business just so we could spend time together showed me a lot.

  “Don’t be over there smiling and shit. I should’ve let Chris ass drop you off at the crib like I said,” Parker muffed my head to the side.

  “Stop with yo stupid ass. I wouldn’t have went with him anyway. Nope, I was not about to be stuck in a car with him for three hours,” I shook my head as I went to my mirror. I grabbed my light pink lip gloss and applied it to my lips.

  Parker suddenly started laughing. “Syn, why would I have him drive yo ass all the way to Bloomingdale when I got a crib out here? Hell n’all, I wouldn’t let that nigga drive yo ass all the way out there. Y’all would fuck around and kill each other.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh with him because we probably would.

  Parker pulled on a long diamond chain that stopped just below his chest with a big, diamond, royal blue cross hanging from it. He then put on a big face, royal blue, diamond watch and bracelet. He knew he was a well-dressed mothafucka.

  “Yeah, we probably would.”

  He looked up at me and smiled. The look caused my insides to tingle.

  “What?” My insides were going crazy all over a freaking smile. My eyes rolled at him.

  He laughed and pulled me to him. “You, that’s what. You tryna reach out to Chris. I appreciate you doing that. Real shit, that means a lot to me. Chris hotheaded and his need to try and protect me from everything, blinds him. But like you said, he just need to get to know you.”

  I now felt good that I’d reached out to Chris. Hopefully, he would actually gave me the chance to talk to his ass. “Yeah, why is he so hard? I mean, I understand him wanting to look out for you, but Chris seemed to not like me before I even said hey to him,” I explained, remembering the first time I met Chris.

  Parker laughed and shook his head. “That’s just Chris. He nominated himself as my guardian and he’s been like that since we were kids. I mean, when shit got bad with my folks, Chris’ house was always open for me and he looked out for me. So don’t take shit that nigga say to heart. Just let him get to know you.”

  “What if him getting to know me makes him start liking me for real?” I joked.

  Again Parker laughed. “I ain’t worried about it. Chris know I’ll kill him if he ever tried some shit like that with you…” He trailed off as his phone started going off again. He looked at the screen and then answered it. “We on our way out.” He ended the call and grabbed his guns from the nightstand.

  I followed his lead and grabbed my purse, then I turned off the TV. “Come on,” Parker grabbed my hand and led us out of my apartment. When we got outside, we met Chris and three other dudes out front. “Syn, give me your keys,” Parker said as he shook up with Chris.

  “Here,” I tossed them to him, but Chris caught the keys mid-air.

  “Y’all take everything outda here and put it in storage except for her clothes. Drop that shit off at my place and we’ll meet y’all there later on. Bet?” Parker instructed them.

  “I’ight, we got you, P,” one of the dudes said before dapping Parker up.

  “Wait, they’re about to do what now?” I asked him, confused as hell.

  “Chris, show them the apartment then come on,” Parker told Chris before he pulled me to his truck. He opened the passenger side door for me to get in.

  Everything was moving way too fast at that moment. Once I got inside the truck, Parker jogged around to the driver’s side. He got in and started the truck up.

  I turned to face him. “Parker—” He cut me off before I asked my question again.

  “I don’t see why we need two cribs out here. I got a house here, so you moving in with me,” he told me like it was fine.

  “But how you make that decision without even talking to me, tho?” That nigga was crazy as hell. “Who the fuck ups and moves a person without even talking to them first?”

  “I meant to talk to you about it last night, but you was sleep when I got home. And didn’t I tell you to call me when you got yo ass in the house last night?” He glanced my way with a glare covering his face.

  My mouth opened and then closed as the reason why I didn’t call him popped into my head. “It was a long day and I forgot. But don’t try to change the subject—”

  “I’m sorry, i’ight. It slipped my mind too, I had a long day,” he repeated what I had said. “Don’t be over there looking all mad and shit when you know yo ass wanna live with me. Shid, the way yo ass was around there slamming doors and shit, I thought yo ass would’ve been ecstatic about living with a nigga.” Parker glanced at me with that sexy, crooked smile of his.

  “Shut the fuck up, I was not slamming doors…” I trailed off at that bullshit I was about to say. I was pissed off about it. I looked over to him and that smirk was still on his face as he drove. Ugh. “Whatever, man.” I couldn’t begin to explain it, but I wasn’t even mad about moving in with him. I guess that was one less bill I had to pay when I only stayed at that apartment a couple of days out of the week. So he was really doing me a favor. That was the only logical reason I had as to why I wasn’t mad a
t him about having me move in with him.

  Parker burst out laughing. “It’s cool, baby girl. You feeling me hard so it’s only natural. Come give me a kiss.” He stopped at a stop light and looked over at me.

  “You get on my damn nerves. Stupid ass,” I laughed at him.

  “No, I don’t. Come here,” he beckoned me to him.

  My lips twisted to the side and my eyes rolled again from that giddiness in my body. Even so, I leaned over the seat to him, pressing my lips to his.

  I was most definitely feeling the hell out of him.

  Chapter 4

  Angel

  Parker and I drove around in a comfortable silence for a half hour before we pulled into a warehouse.

  “Syn, don’t forget what I said about Roc, ignore him if he say shit crazy to you. He’s like Chris and Mane, ignorant mothafuckas. And when we go in there, don’t touch shit, i’ight?” He warned.

  I nodded my head in understanding. “Okay, don’t say nothing. This Roc dude ain’t gon’ try anything right? Besides talking shit? You trust him?” I didn’t know him so I didn’t know what to expect from him. One thing I knew, though, I wasn’t going to be disrespected by anyone. If he was anything like Chris and Mane, then he had a mouth on him, so I knew I might as well prepare myself to get funky with that nigga.

  Parker laughed at me. “Yeah, I trust him. Roc’s my cousin, he know not to step out of line. But I never know what mood he’s in. He may seem cool one minute, but that could change quick. Plus, he don’t know you so I’m saying now, excuse him.” He shut off the truck and got out. Then he came around to my side and opened my door. Taking my hand in his, he helped me out of the truck, hit the alarm button, then led us through the parking lot.

  The parking lot was full of semi-trucks and delivery trucks. The name Fast Line Shipping was printed on all the vehicles. My brows furrowed at the name. I knew for sure that was a huge shipping company. There had been plenty of days that I’ve drove past the semi’s on the highway as well as the delivery trucks in the city.