Page 18 of Fervor

He was clearly distracted by this side of me he was meeting. H-Tine Nique and Tallahassee Doctor Yunique Mott were two totally different people, complete opposites, actually. I took a swig of my margarita and rested my back against the seat cushions as he continued to stare. I glanced at him and asked, “Is there something you wanna ask me, Harlem?”

His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Naw. I’m just taking in this side of you.”

He openly scanned my body, and that shit heated me up more than the alcohol had. Taking a page from his book, I did the same to him, focusing on his growing erection. Without even thinking, I slowly licked my lips then stared up at him. His gaze was intense. I stood from my seat and reached for his hand. He obliged me and stood from his seat as I led him to the dance floor. I pulled his arm around me as I began grinding against him. He wrapped his other arm around me, and it seemed, at this moment, I had everything I’d been craving.

He lowered his head next to mine and said in a low voice close to my ear, “Damn, girl. You so fucking sexy.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he gently bit my earlobe then kissed my ear. He was taking me to a point of no return, and my good sense was fighting with the state of euphoria I was journeying to. I spun around in his arms, and his hands slid to the small of my back as I continued to grind against him.

He bit his bottom lip, and when I noticed the platinum grill in his mouth, I literally drooled on myself.What in the fuck is wrong with me?He noticed and leaned over and softly licked the shit from my face. I brought my hands to the back of his head and held him close to me. I wanted to kiss him, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself from taking it further.

Feeling his warm breath on my face had my nipples hardening to the point of being painful. Quickly releasing him, I turned around again, putting my ass right against his erection as his hands slid down my body, taking a tour of my modest curves. When the song ended and switched to a more up-tempo song, Jungle and Vegas went back to their seats. Harlem slowly released me from his grasp and backed away from me as I stared at him.

I swore I wanted to take him right here. This shit was dangerous. I was waiting to be matched with my forever, andI was in here, without a care, lusting hard for a man I knew I wouldn’t have a future with. My mind quickly abandoned those thoughts as Keke smacked my ass, making it bounce. My eyes were still on Harlem’s as I twerked, and Keke rooted me on.

This wasn’t over. He seemed to be journeying to the point of no return right with me, but I felt like his restraint was a lot thinner than mine. He would tear me apart piece by piece, and I would enjoy every minute of it, until it was time to return to real life where I overthought everything.

Yunique did not appear to be thinking about marriage. Maybe she was wilding out to get it out of her system before she got married… a bachelorette party of sorts. Shiiiid, I would fuck her world up without a second thought if that was what she wanted. I continued watching her bounce her ass, wishing I was the one smacking that shit instead of Vegas’s wife.

I slowly licked my lips as I tore my gaze away from her to find Jungle staring at me. I closed my eyes for a moment, then said, “She so fucking fine. It’s hard, nigga. Her being in the mood she’s in tonight ain’t making shit no better.”

He smirked. “She drunk as fuck. I ain’t never seen her like this either. But… she getting married soon. She hasn’t given us a date yet though.”

I nodded and brought my gaze back to her. She looked to be having the time of her life. Her nipples were still hard as fuck.It was hell not grabbing her ass. I was trying to be respectful, especially with Jungle and Vegas watching, although it seemed like she wanted me to disrespect every inch of her. I swore I would flip that bougie ass pussy inside out.

The barmaid brought me a Hennessy and Coke. I took a sip and turned to Vegas to see he was in his phone with a frown on his face. I left him to his business and took my gaze back to the women, falling all over each other. I could see Jungle in my peripheral, slowly shaking his head but smiling at the same time. Seeing him and Vegas smile was weird as hell to me.

“So what’chu been up to, man?”

I turned toward Vegas to see he was still in his phone. So I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or not until he looked up at me. “Not too much. Just trying to get a couple more contracts and buy two more trucks. Plus, I tapped into my sensitivity and went to Arranged Hearts today.”

They both frowned and sat up in their seats. “Nigga, you did what?”

“I had an interview with Arranged Hearts today. Since Yunique is already matched, y’all don’t have to worry about that.”

“Damn. I didn’t think you would be down for something like that,” Jungle said.

“Me either until I read up on them.”

“Well, my sister did it, and they seem to be happy. That’s why we’re here. They had their first baby together almost two weeks ago.”

I nodded, then turned my attention back to Yunique to find her staring at me. If Mo had fucked with her like I thought Vegas was insinuating, I knew there was no way things would work out between us. If I didn’t tell her, she would surely find out. No matter how nonexistent my relationship with him was, I didn’t think she would be cool with that at all.

I wanted her though…every fucking inch of her.

Maybe I jumped the gun by signing up with Arranged Hearts. I supposed it didn’t matter though sinceshewas getting married. I probably wouldn’t see Yunique again until my next dentist appointment. The minute “Have Mercy” by Chlöe blared through the speakers, the ladies really started working their bodies. All three of us were stuck. The crazy part was that they were all up on each other, and I even noticed Yunique grab some random woman’s ass. I bricked up so hard after that. I thought I was gonna have to go to the restroom and jack this shit off.

“Fuck,” I verbalized.

“Tell me about it,” Jungle said. “I already got too many kids, but she finna get fucked up tonight. Future be damned. She better be thinking of another name that start with a Z.”

I chuckled. “How many kids y’all have?”

“Four, including a daughter she had before me. The last three are stair steppers. The youngest is only two… just turned two.”

Vegas chuckled. “Kee ain’t playing that shit. She said Brielle is enough for now. Once baby girl good and potty trained, we may try again. She said two is her limit.”

“You know C-Pat will let a nigga have whatever he wants. That’s my baby for sure. Whatever she want, she got it too.”

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