Page 67 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
As if they’d heard their names, her phone started ringing with a FaceTime call. I smiled and nodded for her to take it. I loved that she had friends who were genuinely her sisters. No bad blood, no competing or jealousy, just pure love and support.
“Bitch, say it ain’t so,” Halo’s voice came through the speaker before the video even connected. “I know I ain’t see what I saw.”
“It’s so, girl! Courtside! My man had me courtside!” Sametra held up the phone, panning around the restaurant. “Now we’re at Meridian.”
“Stop lying!” Winnie’s voice joined in.
“Hey, ladies,” I said, leaning into the frame.
“Hey, Dr. Big Daddy!” they chorused, making Sametra laugh so hard she snorted.
“Y’all are so embarrassing,” she said, but she was glowing. “I gotta go, y’all hoes just blew it. I’ll call y’all tomorrow with all the details.”
“You better! And Malik, thank you for treating our girl right!” Winnie called out before Sametra hung up.
I raised a brow. “Dr. Big Daddy, huh?”
She grinned, unbothered. “You disappointed?”
“Hell yeah. I’m disappointed you haven’t called me that once.”
“Rommy ain’t enough?”
“Nah, I need that Dr. Big Daddy energy confirmed in moaning.”
She leaned in, kissed my lips with her mango lip gloss, and let her hand slide under the table to palm my dick through my pants. “And you’ll get it tonight. Trust and believe that.”
I shifted in my seat, clearing my throat just as the waiter appeared to take our orders. Her hand never left my lap, she kept teasing my balls under the table, forcing me to focus through clenched teeth as I stumbled through my meal choice. She didn’t stop until he walked away.
“Mimi, you really play too damn much,” I said, shifting again. “You want some dick right here in the restaurant?”
“Is that on the menu?” she whispered, nibbling my ear. “You, my love, have officially turned me out. It’s your fault.”
I kissed her lips, those divinely made, juicy ass lips, I needed to taste her just to stay grounded. I was two seconds from saying fuck this meal entirely, but I’d pulled strings to get us in here, and we needed the energy for what I planned to do later.
Dinner blurred after that, her hand drifting under the table again, eyes lit up with mischief, like she was daring me to throw her on the linen-covered table and serve dessert that didn’t comefrom the kitchen. By the time we slid into the G-Wagon, my self-control was down to fumes, and she was tipsy and warm enough to let me do whatever the hell I wanted.
“You have a good time?” I asked, settling in behind the wheel.
“Baby, I have a good time every time I’m with you. But tonight?” She turned to face me, one leg folded up on the seat, lips slick and parted. “Tonight was perfect. Now what?”
When she looked at me like that, I already knew where this was going.
“No,” I said, knowing damn well I didn’t mean it.
“Please. Last time,” she whispered, dragging the word out like a secret. “I swear.”
“Last time, MiMi. You gon fuck around and we gon lose our damn freedom,” I muttered, but I was already pulling off into the nearest parking garage. I drove all the way to the top where it was empty. I couldn’t tell my baby no. Honestly, I never tried.
She climbed into my lap like we were back in high school. That G-Wagon had always turned into her damn playground.
“You drove this for a reason, didn’t you, Dr. Big Daddy?”
My dick twitched hard, and she smirked. Her skirt bunched around her hips as she reached between us and freed me from my pants. “Be honest with me.”
She stroked my dick, making it hard for me to think, “Answer me baby. You wanted to get me all riled up.”
“Yeah, I drove it on purpose,” I said as she moved from my lap and bent over. Her breath hit the tip of my dick first. Then her warm wet tongue teased me flicking back and forth. The sensation had me doing all I could to restrain myself. She dragged her tongue through the precum like it was honey. I hissed, hand gripping the headrest.
