Page 45 of Next Level
“Explore us?” she breathes.
“Yeah, meaning I won’t fuck around on you, and you better not fuck around on me. I wouldn’t call you my ol’ lady yet, but I’m willing to call you my girlfriend,” I say with determination, then I open myself up to her. “I haven’t had a ‘girlfriend’ since Brooke, and we didn’t really date until she got pregnant, and then when all her craziness came out, I was out.”
“So this is a trial run,” she asks playfully.
“You can call it whatever you want. I want you and you alone. I ain’t going to lie, this is all new territory for me, so bear with me, but I want us to be an us.”
She sighs her approval.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes. So, hurry and get home.”
“Tomorrow, Blossom, tomorrow,” I declare.
“Okay, Ray,” she says breathlessly.
God, I love how she says my name all sexy-like.
“Okay, I need to make some calls, but I’ll be thinking of you later when I’m showering,” I tease.
Her laugh echoes through the phone.
“I’ll send you something to look at,” Cherry says seductively.
My cock is instantly hard.
“Fuck yeah, Blossom. You got me excited just thinking about it.”
“Well, we could take care of that right now,” she purrs into the phone.
I growl, “Blossom, if I weren’t sitting around a pool with kids swimming, I would whip out my dick right now and have a pull, but I’d probably get arrested.”
Her laughter sings through the phone again.
Christ.
I shift my dick in my pants.
“Okay. If you need help later, please don’t hesitate to call me. I think I’m going to need a shower of my own soon.”
That has my dick twitching.
“Christ, Blossom, you got me feeling like a crackhead over here for you.”
“Well, like I said, get home soon. Call me later if you need me.”
I grumble, “Okay, I’ll call you later.”
We hang up the phone, and I sit forward, repositioning myself again.
“Down, boy. Down,” I tell my cock, knowing I won’t be able to stand up with this enormous erection.
My Blossom. Mine.
Since I can’t go back inside just yet, I pull up all my text messages. Knowing I need to deal with Tamara and Tink, I start to read the text messages from Tamara.
TAMARA: Baby, I’m so worried about Sam and you. Call me.
