Page 11 of Next Level
“Ha! I’ll believe that when I see it,” he says under his breath so only I can hear as he walks by.
I couldn’t agree more.
He tilts his head, raising a brow as he heads out back. I know he’s going to warn Tink that Tamara’s in the house.
Tamara sets her purse on the bar and turns to face me. She’s the complete opposite of Tink. Tamara is a designer girl with her hair, makeup, and nails always manicured. Tink is more of a biker girl, wearing jeans and T-shirts. Both are blond, though. I suppose you could say I have a thing for blondes. Even though I think brunettes are hot as fuck, I always seem to attract the blondes.
“Have you been busy or something? You didn’t even call to cancel your appointment.” Tamara runs her fingers through my hair. I keep it pretty short with a good fade.
“I can’t even remember why I didn’t cancel, to be honest. I think it was something to do with Sam,” I reply honestly.
I lean against the bar facing her body, giving her access to move in close to me.
“Your mom will be off soon. I just left the salon,” Tamara says and runs her hands up my chest.
“So, are you telling me you wanna fuck real quick before she gets here?” I question, even though I know the answer.
She’s good friends with my ma and will be up her ass as soon as she gets here.
Tamara answers by showing me her perfectly white pearly teeth.
I shrug.Fuck it.
Tink knows about my relationship with Tamara. I’d been dating Tamara long before we started hooking up. Both of them know that neither of them is my girlfriend.
I push off the counter, grab her hand, and say to the guys, “I’ll be right back.”
I lead Tamara into my room here at the clubhouse, telling her, “We need to be quick. Sammie girl’s here with her friends.”
Tamara swirls on me and instantly drops to her knees. “Are you ready?”
Christ, this woman gets me every time. I drop my pants, palming my shaft and giving it a couple of strokes. “Sure am. Now let’s shut that trap of yours with my cock, shall we?”
Her eyes light up, and sure as shit, she takes my cock entirely.Fuck yeah.
LIFE IS GOOD
An hour later, we emerge from my room. I’m freshly showered, with my sack empty and my hair newly cut, and I’m feeling good.
“Black Magic Woman” by Fleetwood Mac sounds around the room.
Tamara saunters over to the bar, takes a seat, and orders a new drink. I had her in several different positions. I know the bitch’s legs are wobbly.
“There you are? It’s about time?” a familiar voice announces.
I look over to see my ma walking into the clubhouse from the back yard with Bruce, my ma’s new boyfriend, in tow. I guess you could say I got them together. I went to buy her a new car, and Bruce took one look at her and fell head over heels in love. He’s a good dude. We have a side business together, dismantling cars and selling their parts.
“Hey, Ma.” I kiss her on the cheek and give Bruce a “What’s up” as he strolls straight to the bar.
“Your hair looks nice. Tam, just do it?” she asks, lifting her hand to touch my hair, but I swat it away.
“Yeah, Ma. She did. Don’t touch.”
“Good. Could you please speak with Brooke and see if Samantha can stay late tonight or possibly even overnight? I feel like I never get time with her anymore.”
“Ma, Brooke picks her up every Sunday that I have her early. It’s a school night, and you know that Sam likes to be home.”
“Well, Amanda and all the girls are out there dancing to that DJ and wanted me to ask you if she could.
