Page 23 of He Thugged Me First

She jumped the moment she locked eyes with me. “What are you?—”

I didn’t even let her speak. I grabbed her by her neck and pulled her wet handed ass into me. Immediately, our lips collided. This shit felt so fucking right that I forgot where we were. She resisted at first but stopped and melted into my embrace. I felt her little hands grip my t-shirt, pulling me closer to her. Once we finally pulled back, she was looking at me, out of breath.

“Mazzier, I?—”

“You got about ten minutes to tell that nigga that you got paged to the hospital.”

“And why would I do that?” She peered at me.

“’Cause you know how I give it off.” I tilted my head. She knew what it was, and I doubted she wanted me to reintroduce her to what I was capable of.

“That’s my?—”

“Fuck outta here and meet me in the car, Gayze. You got five minutes before I knock the flannel shirt off that nigga.”

Her eyes bucked, causing me to smirk. That didn’t take away from the seriousness of the moment, and she knew that themoment I pulled her back into my space and picked her up. I picked her up and set her on the counter.

“Mazzier, this is?—”

“C’mon, Gayze. What did you expect? That I was finna let you live happily ever after with a motherfucker that ain’t me?” I pecked her lips. “Nah, I’m not. Now, five minutes. Get rid of ya boy and I’ll get rid of?—”

“You’re here with somebody?” She blinked a few times with what looked like a pout on her expression.

“Was, but now I’m here with you.” My hands eased up her skirt. I swear she was the only woman that could make a jean skirt look remotely enticing to me.

“Nah, maybe we shouldn’t?—”

“So you want me to get arrested?”

“No. Why would I want you to get arrested?” she asked, confused.

“Because yeen making ways to meet me in the car.”

She giggled. “Why meet you? The back door is the opposite direction of the main dining.”

My smile grew. This was the Gayze I remembered.

Placing both of my hands around her neck, I mashed my lips into hers. I couldn’t get enough of her feels. This time, she didn’t resist at all. Instead, she sucked and nibbled on my bottom lip. The way she melted against my touch let me know she had longed for me just as much as I longed for her.

“Damn, I left my purse.” She giggled.

“Meet me in the car. I’mma get it.” I stepped back so she could hop down. When she did, she looked up at me and shook her head.

“I’ll meet you at the car. Let me get my own purse.”

I laughed and nodded my head.

“I suggest you get your little friend an Uber home.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as she tried to walk past me to the door.

I slapped her ass and followed her out the door. Of course we went in the same direction, because I didn’t see a point in me going out of the back.

Once I reached where Honey was, I walked up to her. “I got something I need to take care of. You gonna have to take an Uber home.” She screwed her face up like I was speaking a different language.

I glanced at her blankly trying to figure out if she heard me correctly. When it was clear her dumb ass actually understood that was exactly what I wanted, I glanced over in Gayze’s direction. She was already standing and putting her jacket on. I wondered what the hell she had told old boy.

“I can’t believeI did that.” She rested back against the passenger side seat of my car.

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