Page 23 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Cartier!”

“Fine, I’ll let you rock for now.”

“Thank you.” I should’ve been alarmed at his confidence, but I shook it off because Cartier was Cartier. Confident about any and everything, it was just a personality trait of his at this point.

“It’s on me and the attire is all-white.” That was literally all he offered before we were in the crowded ass mall hand in hand. Part of me expected him to let my hand go, to walk side by side with me not touching, because then it would be explainable to the bitches he frequented. The thing is he didn’t let me go the entire time we store hopped. Unlimited hand holding and physical assurance, that this vibing thing between us was something he was serious about. His energy was the same private and public, which had me smiling on the inside every time he pecked my temple or kissed or allowed his hand to rest on the small of my back for more than five seconds.Yep, I was completely overthinking this.

Outside of the fitting room I was currently holding myself hostage as he sat in the blue cushioned chair awaiting my presence with too many bags to count sitting next to his feet, and my Starbucks to his mouth. I knew that much because when I handed it to him, he made a face before deciding to taste the frappé. Now I heard the straw every so often when he was trying to finish off the drink.Niggas.

After I had the very short dress over my hips, I adjusted it at my chest before looking myself over in the mirror. I stared for long enough before I unlatched the door and stepped out into the semiprivate space for him to see. Even if I was unsure about it, I knew his reaction would give me a yes or no. I wasn’t looking for approval or disapprovals, but that self-adjustment thing men did when a bitch lookededible.

His eyes glossed my body for like forever before he told Trek he’d call him back. His left hand adjusted the bulge in his pants before his lips beckoned for me to come over closer to him. “C’mere right quick.”

“Why? I have one more dress to try on,” I lied.

He licked his bottom lip, chuckling before shaking his head. “You tryna get niggas killed at an all-white party. Blood don’t come out of white, Jo.”

“How? It’s just a dre?—”

“It ain’t the dress. It’s the body in that motherfucker and how possessive I am ‘bout it. Fuck a look but don’t touch clause, niggas bet not even fucking look or that’s their temples. Handing out head vents behind mine.”

I laughed knowing damn well he was serious. Safe to say I got the dress, and he talked shit the whole time we checked out.

Instead of going elsewhere to find food, we found a nice restaurant inside of the mall and got a booth in the cut.

“You like bitches with their bodies done?” I looked up from the menu in front of me just in time to catch the expression that plagued his face.

“You got your body done?” he quizzed.

“No, everything on me is natural. This is my body.”

“I like yo’ body, so I guess not.” He smirked, setting the menu down. “I want a steak, but on my son that shit is gonna fuck up my stomach.”

I nodded. “Then get a turkey steak and drown it in A1 sauce.”

“Ain’t the same.” He shook his head.

“What made you even stop eating red meat?” I was curious and we had never really talked about it.

“I was up late one night and caught one of those pork infomercials. Then I was so fucking into it, I watched the one ‘bout beef. It was disgusting and fucked it up for me ever since.”

I nodded.

“Hello, my name is Karey and I’ll be your server today. Can I start you both off with anything to drink?”

By the time I looked up at Karey her eyes were glued to Cartier. Bitch wasn’t trying to get my drink order at all she wanted his.

“Get my baby mama a glass of lemon water and a Diet Coke, then get me a regular coke.”

Her face mirrored what I assumed her thoughts were which made me chuckle. Bitches were willfully stupid and chose to be blind. She saw him sitting across from me but got mad when the man ordered my drink addressing the fact that I was indeed here.

Cartier’s laughter broke my trance. “Yeah, you know what it is, just like I do as well. Now fix yo’ face foe’ I fix that motherfucker for you.”

Cartrek

I rarely did dumb shit like I was doing now, but lately a nigga had been on some insatiable reckless shit. With my head back against the headrest of my seat, I let Shelly do her thing. Niggas was supposed to be having a whole ass business deal over breakfast about her hair shop, but her lips on my dick said some other shit. Shit said she knew her way around a dick in a car better than anything this morning. Then I was supposed to get out of the car and actually go over this shit with her.Fuck!

Her lips felt like a suction cup on my dick every time the tip touched the back of her throat. Jaws of heaven was what a nigga should have been calling her. I opened my eyes glancing down at her head in my lap, in complete awe. At the same time a car door opened a few feet away from me, of course I had to at least keep an eye on my surroundings. Even at my highest euphoric state I couldn’t be no mark.

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