Fix My Heart, Mr. Lorne ... And My Engine Too

Jalen ..... "You like it?" "Oh yes, Kevin. f**k me." I moaned silently, my voice shaky. Kevin's breath was hot against my ear and neck, his strained grunts and low growls, music to my ears. My head was in-between his steady hands, sinking into the bed like pillars into quicksand. Our legs were woven into each other, the sheets already kicked halfway to the floor. I gripped the mattress with my sweaty fingers as he drove deeper into me, the bedframe creaking beneath us, low, rhythmic and anxious. It was heavenly; hungry, passionate and mechanical. Just like he promised me in the sext messages. He was definitely for keeps. The way he f****d me was rough, yet intense, like he was trying to get something out of me. My fingers wrapped around his wrists as he adjusted on top of me, his d**k hard against my stretched out walls. I buried my face deep into the foam and left out a soft, cautious moan, careful not to draw any attention from my extra nosey neighborhood. My eyes flickered to the half-broken wall clock—6:02 p.m. and my heart fluttered. I still had a good three hours before my mom returned from the clinic. She worked super late most days, and even later on Fridays, the reason why I chose that day. I'd been looking forward to it all week. I knew the risks if we got caught, but even that couldn't and didn't stop me from satisfying my urges every now and then. "Yo! You good or nah?" Kevin murmured, lowering down slightly to look at my face, his lips parted and his brows knitted. "What?" I blurted, snapping out of the thoughts that I'd got lost in. "Sorry, I got carried away... But I'm back now." He got off the bed and yank me to the edge, his grip tight on my waist. He pushed me back, pressing my back until it was arched and my chest touched the bed. His fingers dived into my sore hole, his strokes more aggressive than intimate. I grunted quietly. Less because I was feeling it, and more because I wanted to get carried away, and not think about what people would say or think if they knew about it. I just wanted to feel something. I wanted to be wanted. Even if it was by a strange guy that I'd only texted for a week before inviting him over. He spat into my hole and his d**k went in immediately. This time faster and harder. He pulled me up using my arms from behind me, crossing his arms around my chest and kissing my neck. His strokes slowed down, his breaths too. Sensual and intense. I turned around, my lips parting, and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but everytime I tried, he dodged, and his prior terms rang in my head. "No kisses. No rimming... nothing oral." I took a large gulp and shut my eyes. Everytime I lost myself in the moment, I got haunted by the harsh reminder that it wasn't anything more than just s*x. My heart wailed. He pushed me back down and raised his leg over the bed. Then... A knock landed on the door: multiple, loud and sharp. We both froze. The knock came again. Louder, sharper and impatient this time. Kevin's eyes widened and he pulled out from me, nudging me with his arms. "Dude what the f**k?" He asked in a whisper, scrambling for his clothes scattered across the room. My heart dipped into the pits of my stomach. "Shhh!" I whispered, pressing my index finger against my lips as my chest hammered away. I fell to my knees, picking up the empty condom wrappers, and almost tipping him over as I pulled the sheets from under his legs. Another knock landed. I didn't know how possible, but every hit sounded louder than the last. Whoever it was at the door didn't give me a chance to think. They just kept spamming hits on the door. My mom told me that she wouldn't be back till 9pm, so I didn't know who it was. "s**t. s**t. s**t. What do I do now?" My body stiffened and my eyes scanned the room, searching for an escape route. We'd just fixed our burglary after the robbery last week, so there was no way out. We were trapped. "Didn't you say you was gon be home alone for the next two hours?" He asked, hopping around on one foot as he tried to put his sock on. "I swear to God. If you try to act funny..." My gaze finally landed on the wardrobe, the long wooden doors looming like a beacon of hope. "I don't know who it is. I swear. But please you have to hide in here now, come on." He didn't argue. I yanked the door open and pushed him inside. I swept his jacket, shoes and jewelry in a messy bundle and pressed it against his chest while he watched with terror in his face. "Don't move. Don't make a sound." He nodded, and I slammed the door in his face. I stumbled back into the room naked, gathering my own clothes and throwing them under the bed frame. I was just about taking out the wet sheets when the knock came in for the fourth time. "Hold on a second. I'm coming." I bellowed, pulling out a wrinkled hoodie from the laundry basket and throwing it on. It was my mom's, so it was oversized for me, big enough to cover my nakedness. I pulled the hem to my thigh and wiped the sweat off my face as I walked to the door. I cracked the door open, forcing a neutral smile. "Yes?" The smile wiped off my face as I saw the person behind the door. An even mix of relief and confusion hit me. I didn't know whether to be relieved or confused. "Surprise!" "What the actual f**k, Nyla?" My jaw dropped. "What are you doing here?" She didn't answer my question or wait for an invitation. She pushed me aside, throwing the door wide open and strutting into the room like she paid the rent. "What the hell are you doing in Harlem at fucking... six in the evening?" I asked, shutting the door behind me and turning around. She threw her braids over her shoulder, the fresh, shiny purple tips catching my eye. "Nice to meet you too, Jalen." Her eyes narrowed on me like she was searching for blue's clues. "Did you get chased by the police? Why is it so stuffy in here. And... Are you naked?" "Well, it's nice to see you too, but what are you doing here? You should've told me you were coming." "When did it become a problem to surprise my best friend?" She asked sarcastically as she plopped down on the bed. "Why did it take you so long to get the door?" "I was… uhm… cleaning." I wiped my forehead with the sleeve of my hoodie. "I wasn't expecting any visitors. If only a certain someone had told me that they were coming." Her nose twitched. "This place smells like ass," She wrinkled her face, shooting me a side eye. "Don’t tell me you were getting busy in here?" "Ewww, no!" I said a little too quickly. "You're too nosey. What do you want?" "Well... Since you didn't notice my new look, I had a hair collab in the Bronx," she started, swaying her hair and placing her hand right where Kevin and I had just rumbled. "...Ew. This bed is damp. Jalen Lamar, I swear to God, if you were doing something stupid—" Before she could finish, a rattling sound came from the wardrobe and my heart lurched. "Jalen, what was that?"