Page 13 of Next Level
I tilt my head. “Wadsup, Punkin?”
“Come dance with us.” She giggles with her friends.
Shaking my head, I reply teasingly, “Not today. I embarrassed myself enough yesterday.”
All the girls reply with a pout while trying to persuade me to come dance.
The back door swings open, and my ma and Tamara stroll outside, both with drinks in their hands.
I glance over at Tink, who is watching Tam but showing no aggravation. I’m not even sure if Tamara has seen Tink yet because she is so involved in her conversation at the moment.
Tink and I were raised not to get out of hand, or we’d get our ass whooped.
Yes, we are older now, but Tink and I are friends. Now, if I were with either one of them and another woman came into the clubhouse making moves, they would have the right to take action, but in this case, neither of them does.
Zip glances from Tamara to Tink and then back to Tamara. I feel like we’re both sitting back to see if anything will unfold.
Ma and Tam look around, spotting me sitting here, and they make their way over.
Zip asks, “Do you think you’ll ever pick between them?”
“No. I don’t feel that way toward either of them. I like fucking them, but I wouldn’t settle down with either of them.”
“Damn. I thought for sure Tink and you…” He doesn’t finish his sentence when Tamara approaches.
“Hey, Zip,” she greets him.
“What’s up, Trouble?”
She frowns. “Why does everyone keep calling me that?”
Grabbing her waist, I pull her to my chest, hoping to calm her tantrum that I know is coming.
Zip scoffs. “Oh, maybe because you’re always causing t-r-o-u-b-l-e.”
“Easy there, Tam. He’s just giving you shit,” I say, trying to ease her.
Ma breaks the tension and yells, “Sammie, come here!”
I lean down, place my mouth to Tamara’s ear, and give her another warning. “Chill. Remember, no drama today or you’re outta here.”
Tamara leans back, eyeing me and evaluating what I just said.
I raise a brow, challenging her, but she knows I will throw her ass out of here in a heartbeat. Her pussy may be good, but I don’t fuck around with drama.
“Tam, you don’t want to test me today.” I kiss her on the forehead, hoping it will close that conversation.
“Yeah, Gma?” Sam’s voice rings next to me.
“My Sammie girl. When can you come stay with me?” Ma asks her as she pulls her in for a hug.
“Gma, I have school all week. Maybe next weekend,” Sam replies, hugging her back.
As they release each other, Ma says, “Okay, I’ll call your mom tonight and make arrangements.”
Sammie giggles as Ma swats her ass. “Okay, now go dance with your girls. Gma loves you.”
Tamara moves to sit on the other side of me, and I take that opportunity to glance over at Tink, who’s still conversing it up with her friend. I watch as Jay and Lip wander over and say something to them, and they start laughing even harder.
