Page 27 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Thank you, baby.” She moved in front of me now leaning forward slightly and grinding her thick ass against my already bricked up dick.

“Keep fucking around in here.” I palmed her ass before sitting down and bringing her down with me.

Laughter spilled from her lips as I found myself faced with an even better sight.

“You ready to go?” I held her on my lap like mall Santa did the kids every year.

“Thought you’d nev?—”

“Well look what the cat drug in. Hey Jo.”

Taylor stood in front of us with her hand on her hip and a nasty ass expression.

“What’s up.” Jovie stood up off my lap.

“We ain’t seen too much of you. I guess I know why.” Shorty was salty as fuck and that much was evident.

Standing as well, I grabbed Jovie’s hand so we could leave.

“So, ya’ll fucking?” Taylor asked like she had some right to know when she didn’t.

“Where is that your business?”

“I just asked a question. You out here fucking behi?—”

“Aye Taylor move the fuck around because we ain’t ‘bout to do this in here,” I responded this time, forcing Jovie behind me.

“Oh so this you? You’re with her like that, Cartier?”

“You know not to question me, just like you now know not to step to her on no bullshit. Go enjoy the festivities.” My tone was as icy as my glare, because within seconds she was walking away.

Jovie stepped around me, looking off into the crowd. She was likely about to give me some shit, but I didn’t feel it. Not at all, so before she could start, I pulled her body into me and kissed her temple.

“This is why I did?—”

“Fuck all the reasons you about to tell me why we shouldn’t be doing what we’re doing. Us is us, two motherfuckers on the inside. Don’t let folks who stuck outside fuc?—”

She turned around throwing her arms around my neck and looking up at me. Our eyes were connected for long enough before she was on her tippy toes locking her lips with mine. That was it right there. We left the space a little after that making our way to get something to eat before going home.

The dynamic with myself and Jovie was unlike anything I had ever experienced with a female. We fucked and sucked like lovers in a honeymoon stage, then chilled and hung out like homies who had known one another for lifetimes. I didn’t talk to many, but Jovie was different. I talked to her and trusted her with shit that I didn’t trust a soul with. I trusted her more than anything, and prayed to fucking God that trust didn’t fuck me up in the end.

Hearing the shower in my bedroom, I pulled my shirt off walking toward it. I’d spent the last twenty minutes of my time talking to my brother who was at Virtue’s house. He wanted to talk business, but I wanted to know why he was creeping around. I assumed when he left tonight he was goinghome, but I was entirely wrong. Trek had me surprised and low key worried at the same time. I’d see his ass in the morning though, and there was no way he could avoid my questions.

Ridding myself of my clothes, I stepped in the shower with her. She had her back to me, while she allowed the water to cascade down her body. Of course she had this big dumb ass waterproof bonnet on her head, so she wouldn’t get her braids wet.

“I didn’t ask you to come in here.” She had yet to turn around and look my way.

“I’on care. Ain’t like yeen want me to come in here.” I pulled her body into mine, kissing the side of her neck. She melted into my embrace.

“You be tryna be difficult and shit. I’on like it,” I mused.

“Have you ever thought about the fact that maybe I’m just difficult?” She turned her body around, facing me.

“Oh I know you are, but what I’m saying is how much dick I gotta lay for you to get over that lil’ difficult stint you’re in.”

Now it was her turn to laugh. “What is wrong with you?”

“You, niggas is addicted to everything about you. Ever since you let me between yo’ legs I been fucking obsessed. Then you think ‘cause a female walk up on us in the club that I’ma let this go… this pussy go…you go?”

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