Page 91 of Save Room for Us

Laughing, I said, “You nut in women you’re not in a relationship with?”

“Plead the fifth.”

“Asif. Ugh.”

“Nah, not vaginally. You the first.” He grinned when I turned my lip up.

“You are disgusting.” I giggled, seeing the humor in his face.

“But nah, I just wanna make sure you understand that now that you don’ gave it to me, it’s mine, and so are you. Meaning I’m ready to pop a nigga for even thinking about it.”

“I know.” I tried not to blush, but I don’t think I was successful.

“Come here.” He tugged me by my foot and then gripped me, making me straddle his lap.

“You’re hard again?” I felt him brick up against me.

“You sexy as fuck to me.” His hands moved around my body as he kissed between my breasts, moving the bubbles out of the way. “I need you to stay the night.”

“I can get shit for the baby to stay, too, whenever you want. I want both of y’all to kick it here. I don’t like when you take yo’ ass home, and I don’t like being so fucking separate. You ain’t gotta move in, but sleep here sometimes.”

I saw the sincerity in his eyes again and couldn’t say no, as badly as I wanted to. The thought of spending the night was bittersweet for me. It sounded amazing, but I didn’t want him witnessing my trauma.

“Okay.”

“Aight.” He grinned so widely it made me feel good about my decision. “How you feel?”

“A little worn out but I’m fine.” I half smiled before leaning down to kiss him.

It quickly turned freaky as he pinned my arms behind me before lifting me and bringing me down onto his hard dick.

Biting my lip to ease the pain of him stretching me, I tossed my head back some in pleasure as Asif’s mouth covered my nipple. Using one arm, he kept mine pinned behind me as he bounced me on his dick relentlessly, making me nut all over him, until he was finishing inside of me.

Afterward, we kissed for a while, then got out to actually clean up in the shower before brushing our teeth and going to lie down, void of any clothes of course.

He held me from behind, and I was tense at first, but he noticed and lightened up his grip, which I was thankful for.

As I listened to his fireplace crackle, his hand splayed across my stomach under the buttery soft comforter, I said, “She loves you, did you know that?”

It’d been on my mind, the way Milan looked in the club that night, like I was stealing the love of her life. While I didn’t care for her, I was still a woman and a huge empath, so it was difficult for me to ignore. I didn’t wanna be the woman making another feel bad, but at the same time, I owed her no loyalty and wanted Asif for myself.

“She loves the brand, not the man. I ain’t mean for that shit to rhyme; it’s just what it is.”

Looking over my shoulder, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“She likes what a nigga represents, what it means when she tell people she fuck with me. If I was clocking in somewhere, Milan wouldn’t have even paid me no mind. If muthafuckas in the streets didn’t stupidly kiss the ground I walked on, she wouldn’t be so pressed to fuck with me.”

“That makes me feel better.” I placed my hand on top of his that was on my abdomen.

His breath hitched before he let it go and said, “She reminds me of my mother in that regard.”

“In what way?”

I felt him shrug slightly as he tightened his grip on me. Even his dick on soft was impressive as it pressed against my bare ass.

“She didn’t love my father. She loved the notoriety, the money, the way he took care of her, the way he loved her. And I know that because she never reciprocated the shit. I was a kid, and I saw that. He would buy her flowers, go all out for Mother’s Day, and then he’d have to remind her it was Father’s Day. But soon as she thought he was pulling away, she would shape up for a little bit.”

I thought about Prime and how nice he was, how good of a man he was, and couldn’t understand why a woman would be the way his mother was.

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