Maybe for the Summer

by Aubreé Pynn

“I ain’t fuckin’ fire it though. And I could’ve lit that bitch up. But I didn’t. See… that’s growth shit.”

Before she could take in the caption, she studied the beauty of Jay Lucci. Graffitied skin, fresh haircut, blunt hanging from his lips as he peered at the women dancing before him.

She wanted to live her life. And to be loved, not just fit in a square because it checked all of the boxes.

Los Oceania was his heart, but his heart had stolen souls from him that he would never get back.

Eastover is crawling with billionaires with big dicks and big blicks.” “No, that’s Ganton Hills,” Nesha corrected as she nudged Daysha. “Isn’t that right?” “Why are you nudging me? I’ve spent my years in Ganton Hills working my ass off.”

Either God himself had dipped her in gold or she ensured that she would be the only thing in the building shining tonight.

He hadn’t to chase anyone in years and that gold-dipped beauty was likely to make him pop out, pull her, and go against everything he was here for.

When Daysha’s hazel orbs found the dark pools of Julius’ eyes. She found the abyss of them were full of stories. She could sit here, in this seat, all night and listen to him tell her his tales and not interrupt him once.

She was going to live in his dreams, haunt him down and beckon him to drink from her river. She was going to make a mess of him. A beautiful, beautiful mess of controlled chaos.

Love don’t make you want to crash out and hurt someone.” Julius stared off into the distance and tried to rid himself of the thoughts of that night. “So when it comes to B. Janae, be on your job and keep her ass away from me. I can’t afford it.”

“You and your cobwebbed pussy will both have a new lease on life. You’ll be walking from side to side for the next thirteen days, you should be stretching and doing jaw exercises because you’re going to be very well acquainted with Jay Lucci.”

“Between the hours of whenever he wakes up and whenever he goes to sleep. Anything after that, ride a dick or suck it. I saw your walk this morning, that’s that shit that’ll have you feigning.”

and do my thing you do your thing…” “Except you doing your thing is me,” Julius stated, licking his full lips. “Are you propositioning me for sex, Mr. Lucci?” “Uh uh, nah. I’m propositioning you off this boat and to dinner with the rest of us.”

Daysha was going to find herself enthralled in him and his world and Julius wasn’t going to let her get off of him. He would need her more than he needed anything else. Controlled doses were important.

“Julius,” he corrected. “Or Jules. You, Ms. Day, call me one of those. That Lucci nigga don’t exist here.”

“No, but you’re Daysha Jorden and that’s a name that rings bells alone. A name so powerful, they’re trying to stop your stride. And they can’t,”

“The women who were raised to be good girls always end up with gangstas. The roses that grew out the concrete. The overlooked. Clean them up and elevate them. Enjoy the ride, Day. I got to say, it’s been the most rewarding journey of my life,” Davina

That tends to make us crazy so…you’re the type of woman that’ll have a nigga popping out the bushes.”

This pull between them was magnetic. There was a sense of finality.

“Day, I’m a man built off of survival. I take care of all the shit moving around me. While you’re around me, I’ll handle that too. In whatever capacity you need.”

“You’ll learn to like this shit, Day.” “And that’s the problem. Liking it too much and going our separate ways ain’t really on my list of things to try out.” Julius smiled as he bit into his half of the chopped cheese. “Live in the moment, we’ll worry about later when we get there.”

“You think you’re leaving this here?” Bebe asked with a chortle. “For someone with a masters, you’re acting a little slow.”

Frightening. Completely and utterly scaring the hell out of her. Any man with this much balls out of the gate and unashamed about it, wasn’t a man that was to be fucked with. Julius was literally one of those unhinged book baes she’d filled her free time with consuming. A damn unicorn. Mythical.

If sense and self-preservation left her for a second, she’d let him tear every article of clothing from her body and allow his reentry into her depths.

“You’re fiercely loyal. To the point it’ll stress you out and you won’t tell a soul. You want everyone around you to feel ease, hoping that it’ll bring you some. But ease and comfortability is your crutch. It’s a reason you were in the streets so long and why you let Treason control your entire career. Now, without that ease, you’re finding it hard to trust you.”

Truth of the matter was, Julius was a product of survival. Love had never been the thing to sustain him. If it weren’t for the only matriarchs in his life, he wouldn’t know what love looked like or felt like outside of his set. Having never witnessed how a man was supposed to love his woman, opening that part of him was off the table.

He had to laugh at himself. Without question, she would let all of her consume all of him. To include dragging her pussy over his face, wedging her body underneath him in her sleep, having that attitude on one hundred just to break her down and put her back together. To have the warmth of her soul shine light on his. Her healing energy she didn’t even know she possessed.

Daysha was a woman who required more – depth, love, patience, respect. And oddly enough, Julius wanted to study, research, and understand exactly how to be that. Because another man having what she possessed and mishandling it would drive him crazy.

“Nah it’s the first time that nigga heard that since he’s been that nigga. I hope you ready for all that comes with him.”

“What does that mean?” Charlie chuckled. “He’s a bull. He’s locked in with you and once he’s locked in like that. That nigga ain’t coming up for air. I’ve only seen him like that twice but this time he’s further gone. He ain’t never threatened my life behind no female. You might as well settle in and get comfortable.”

“And you can’t run off when that bull starts bulling, you got to step in, sink your heels in or the soles on your little designer sneakers and talk to that nigga. That’s the nigga only we get to see. The more he’s gone off you, the more that bull is gonna pop out. So prepare yourself to stay if you staying. If not, don’t hype us up to let us down.”

The problem with falling for a celebrity you formed an idea of in your mind, was experiencing it in real time. Real time was exposing things in herself she didn’t know laid dormant. The need to be loved, admired, and adored opposed to something that would last was pressing on her.

“Again. You aren’t letting him touch you again. I know dick imprint when I see it. Ohh, soft love from a roughneck nigga is literally the best.”

“And you got the babies to prove it. Zaim will stop this world for you.” “And I’ll light it on fire for him.” Daysha blew. “Mm.”

“All you got to do is stop trying to fight it. Or let than man break you down like ...

“I don’t have words for it. Because I’ve never felt nothing like this before. It doesn’t make sense to my brain. All I want to do is run away. Get out of your sight and try to undo what one night did to me.”

“You sure about that? ‘Cause if I give you me, can’t another nigga have you. I’ll try to limit your exposure to the ruthless nigga in me, but someone having what’s mine is going to bring that shit out with a vengeance.”

“If you’re giving me you and I’m taking that, I’m what you get in return. So what we doing, Day? Are you going to let me have you or do I need to keep breaking you down?” “I’d prefer both.” “I knew you liked that shit.”

Daysha Lotus Jorden.” “Mmm,” he growled. “So you bloom. I want to watch you bloom for me. Don’t take your eyes away from me. You hear me?”

He was teetering on the edge of making a home out of her. But before he did, he needed to know if his heart was safe in her garden. If he watered her soil, would she protect what they made.

“Yeah, why?” He kissed her, pressing his hardness at her opening. “Can I make a home out of you?” Daysha gasped at his entry, tears of their connection clouding her vision. Her legs automatically wrapped around him. “Yes.”

“You can do it,” he encouraged. “Ride that motherfucka, let me see you bloom, Lotus.”

Everything was heightened, even after their bodies were disconnected.

“Hell yeah, I licked that, drank that. Let you drag it over my face. It’s mine, you can’t run off with my shit.” He lifted her thigh and pressed himself at her swollen center. “Tell me you missed me.”

“Fucking me like this, will indeed make me crazy behind you.” “Is that what you want? You want me to make you lose your fucking mind?” “Fuck me to sleep. Do it deep, do it slow.”

Having to have it whenever he thought it was available to him. If it weren’t for the unexpected thunderstorm, they would have definitely missed their meeting.

Niggas mistake nice as available, and I am never above the smoke.”

“You like playing games.” Daysha nodded. “I do because I like the prizes I get.”

One thing Julius noticed since Daysha stepped into her role as his right hand, she was an asset. With an asset as powerful as her, he’d be as crazy and as protective as he needed to be.

“Butterfly?” Julius nodded. “Yeah, adding beauty to everything you land on. Got me trying to be your garden and shit.”