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But I followed him anyway.

He was damn near half a block ahead by the time I caught up. He was leaning against a red-and-black Dodge Charger, mugging me like I stole something from him.

“What’s the matter with you?” I asked once I was close enough.

“I think that shit back there was disrespectful,” he said, calm on the surface—but his eyes said otherwise.

“But I—” was all I got out before he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me into him, and kissed me deep. Tongue long. Aggressive.

I acted accordingly and sucked it. Tasted spearmint gum.

His hand slid up my skirt.

When he came in contact with bare ass he snatched his mouth from mine.

I stood there dazed. Ain’t no man ever kissed me like he had just kissed me. My hands were shaking.

“Where your panties, Eshe?”

“I left them home.”

“Fuck, shawty. You ‘bout to cost me a grip.”

“How so?” I asked, confused.

He didn’t answer. Just grabbed my hand, dragged it down his abs, into his boxers, and stopped it when it landed on his hard dick.

Damn.

I traced the length of it with my fingers. Nine? Ten? Definitely thick.

“Stroke that shit,” he growled, kissing my neck.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” I whispered, even as my grip tightened.

“But you are doing it,” he spat.

“Donte!” someone called from behind us and I damn near fell backward from how fast I snatched my hand away.

“You got me out here acting out of character,” I said, breathless.

He laughed. “Stop lying. You out here with no drawls on, but you shy?”

I didn’t even respond. Just stood there, because he wasn’t lying.

“I’m coming!” he yelled to whoever had called him.

Then he turned back to me, ran his knuckles over my cheek. “Go wait at the bleachers. I’ll be done in about twenty minutes. But keep them other niggas out your face.”

His tone was flat, but I caught the warning in his eyes—dark and stormy.

I should’ve said,You don’t control me,but I didn’t. His jealous, possessive act turned me on.

So I kept my mouth shut and followed him back.

My grandmama would have been ashamed of me.

Chapter seven- Eshe