what had happened on the subway with Shane. In fact, bits and pieces of the incident were already fading.
“Art is…” She prodded him to continue his original train of thought.
“Art is all the good shit, Suri, without the ugliness. Even the art that shows the shit, the malice is the best part of mankind. Art is the nemesis of evil. It’s the equalizer. The great revealer. The tormenter and the rescuer. Art is God. God doesn’t live here anymore.” He looked down at his fingers, all of them covered in beautiful black ink designs of suns, moons, stars, religious symbols from around the world… peace. I got these when I still believed in redemption. “I use paint to try and unearth Him. Art is the map to find our way back home.”
“You’re crazy.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Crazy. Sexy. Cool. Like TLC. I loved them when I was a little girl, King. My mother told me their songs were too grown for me to be listening to. Have you ever surfed in California?”
He chuckled lazily at her words. “Your brain is like a firefly, Suri. You’re twisted and all over the place, and yet, at the same time, so organized. I just fucked a nut. And I like that she’s irrational.” They burst out laughing, mirroring each other’s expression. “You have mental ADHD.”
“That’s an oxymoron. I hate when people say oxymorons.”
“What did I say that was an oxymoron?”
“The word ‘mental,’ paired with ADHD, is an oxymoron. It’s like saying someone looks good in denim blue jeans. ADHD is in fact a mental disorder that can cause hyperactivity and aid in lack of impulse control. I do in fact have some hyperactivity at times, but my impulse control is fine.” She waved her hand lazily about. “I like to jump from subject to subject because it’s entertaining. I do it when it suits me, but I don’t do it in professional settings. Bringing a stranger to my home and fuckin’ him is not a professional setting. It’s a choice that I made.”
“See? Impulse control,” he chided, trying to get her going. Instead, she sucked her teeth, then chuckled. “A thirty-two-year-old woman whose thoughts jump around like a fuckin’ kangaroo. You’re insane.” He laughed. “Your potential for drama still very much on the table, too.”
“Kiss my ass.” She giggled, tossing her head back. Hair all over her head. Looking like love, light, darkness and streams of molten ebony gold.
“No wonder people like you are single. Shit.” He shook his head. “And you’re clever, too. The total nutty ass package. Have a good ear and eye, on top of it. You’re dope as fuck.”
“Thank you, and fuck you. I added the fuck you as a layaway.”
“Layaway, huh?”
“Yeah, because I know you’re about to insult me again and I don’t have the money or the strength to drag your ass right now, but, I promise to retaliate later.” She smiled big and wide as she looked up at the ceiling. He snuck a peek at her exposed breasts, wanting to suck on them again, but resisted. For now.
“There’s always a catch with chicks like you. Yeah… definitely fuckin’ psycho. Deadass,” he teased, trying to take another sip of water without laughing.
“See?! There’s the insult!” She banged him upside the head with a pillow. What a beautiful, sad, lovely, rich laugh she had. The whites of her eyes were so damn bright and clear, as though she’d never consumed a drop of alcohol, smoked even a piece of a joint, or danced under the polluted umbrella of the New York City skyline in her whole entire life.
He inched closer and swallowed her soul in a kiss.
“You like that, baby?” he murmured as he massaged her breasts.
“Yeah…” she whispered as he coaxed her to lie down.
“I’ve never gotten so horny just by kissing someone. Damn, you turn me the fuck on, Suri.”
Hands all over one another, they became entangled like grapevines, crushing each other, making fine wine. It wasn’t long before he had her on her knees, doggy-style, shaking and cursing as he fucked the shit out of her from behind. His balls slapped loudly against engorged, dripping pussy lips, and he put his all into each damn stroke. Her back arched to his bottomless plunges, her pussy stretching, taking him all in, giving him everything within her that he could ever need and want. They came at the same time, yelling and cursing each other out as their climaxes intersected, making them fall over the cliff of