Page 21 of Smoke After Hours

“Bruh, I’m trying. Yo’ big ass was luckily not in the shot, and I couldn’t even see Bentley’s entire face, but I could see her body bouncing up and down like she was really getting into it. You know me. I admire a spirited dick sucking.” He clasped his hands as he glanced over his shoulder again at a confused Bentley.

I laughed, unable to forget a time or two when we’d been celebrating after passing one of our trainings and Evander always found a woman that was ready and willing to enthusiastically suck his dick. One woman he wanted to purr after swallowing his cum. Another he had dancing whimsically with her hands, daring her not to release his dick from her mouth. Apparently, regular sucking and licking didn’t do it for him. He liked that theatrical shit.

Two women approached Evander and me, but I paid them no mind as I watched Bentley observing me from the bar.

“I’m not interested,” I responded to the one who asked me if I wanted to dance.

I didn’t even look at her to see if I’d wounded her ego, but if I did, it was short lived as Evander circled both women and announced, “More for me,” before wrapping his arms around them and sauntering off.

I walked through the crowd to Bentley, almost to her when the bartender started to look a little too friendly. I didn’t acknowledge him, my brow furrowed and a determined glint in my eyes as I grabbed Bentley by the wrist and tugged her off the dance floor and down one of the hallways, eager to get her alone.

We all reached a breaking point at some time or another, and she was mine. She always had been. Many didn’t understand how one touch from her carried the weight of years of silent struggle for me wanting what I couldn’t have. What I refused to have because I needed to control the situation.

For me, that breaking point came when I finally admitted to myself that I was tired of watching from the sidelines. Tired of witnessing muthafuckas flirt with her like they didn’t see me standing there. After the cabin, I was infused with a newfound sense of purpose. I realized that if I wanted something, truly wanted it the way I’d yearned for Bentley all these years, I had to be willing to fight for it. Forher.

I had to be willing to step out of my comfort zone and take risks by facing my fears head-on, which in this case, the fear was losing myself completely in Bentley. Not because she wasn’t worth it. But because I wasn’t worth her.

My turning point had slapped me across the face, forcing my ass to wake the fuck up because I’d been sleepin’. Sleeping on us. On her. On my damn self. I needed to embrace the challenges that lay ahead and seize control of my purpose.

Pleasuring my woman any way she wanted it.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Not sure.” I observed, noting all the rooms seemed to be occupied or locked.

“Here.” Bentley thrusted a metallic card into my hand. “Jade gave me this key card when we were talking and told me we could use it for our own personal use, or gift it to one of the High Hopper members.”

I realized there was a number on the key card and the doors were numbered as well. The name listed above the door called it the Sky High Room. When I located the door, before we even stepped into the bedroom, my mind was already thinking of all the ways I could fuck Bentley in this space.

Once we opened the door, we both froze. The room was unlike any I had ever seen, a wild sanctuary of creativity and imagination that I wasn’t sure I liked. The walls were covered with intricate murals depicting scenes of nature, where lushforests were filled with crocodiles that were staring up at fluffy white clouds.

Soft lighting bathed the room and cast a soft halo around the various works of art, which would have been a romantic illumination had I understood why the ceiling was painted with crocodiles peeking through the clouds, all looking down, daring us to get on the grand canopy bed that stood in the center of the room.

Rich green curtains were drawn back to reveal a plush mattress piled high with plump pillows shaped like clouds and luxurious throws with trees on them.

“Are we high right now,” Bentley asked, “or is this room fancy, but butt ugly too?”

“It’s ugly as fuck,” I agreed. “Kinda like a hoard of crocodiles fucked a group of angels.”

“So we’re not high?”

I shook my head, blinking my eyes a few times. “Not high enough to think up this kind of shit.”

Stepping farther into the space, I glanced around, wondering if somehow this room was hiding in front of the actual room we were supposed to be in. Within seconds of me stepping over the threshold, sounds of nature and the Australian accent of Crocodile Dundee filled the speakers.

“It’s time for you to go out into the wild,” the voice prompted. “Find your inner beast and be one with nature as you fuck like uncaged animals, tearing each other apart. Roarrrrr, this is your outback, champ. Your wilderness.”

“Oh, fuck nah,” I spat, stepping out the room and shutting the door behind me.

“That was … different,” she muttered, staring at the closed door like she wasn’t sure what she just experienced. “Maybe if we keep listening, we’ll discover Jane’s voice through the speakers next.”

I snorted and shook my head. “Benz, Jane is Tarzan’s woman, not Crocodile Dundee’s.”

“You know what the hell I mean,” she spat, slapping me across the shoulder.

“What I know is that I can’t fuck you to an Australian encouraging me to find my inner animal.”

Bentley held her stomach as she laughed so hard, I couldn’t help but join her. When she finally settled down, she told me she would find Jade and ask her to explain the room to us because we had to be missing something.

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