Page 54 of Next Level
I slap Lazy on the back. “It’s fine. Church is over. It’s all good. I’m starving.”
Lazy’s old lady, Siren, is one hell of a cook. She’s usually the one in charge of all our cookouts. I take a seat at the bar, and Jay comes up, handing me a beer, while Dawg sits next to me and lights up a joint.
I reach out before he even gets it to his lips, needing to relax.
Dawg smirks, taking a deep inhale before passing it to me.
I take a big hit, slightly coughing, before taking another one.
Dawg chuckles. “Been needing that release, I see. Should I call Tink in here to handle that?”
I choke even more, handing the joint back to him. I look at my best friend and frown.
He feigns innocence. “What? I know you. You get all pissy when you don’t get laid.”
Shit, no one knows about Cherry and me.
I grin. “Um, no, I’m good.”
Dawg looks at me, and then it dawns on him. “Fuck off.”
I smirk even bigger.
“Fuck no. You didn’t!” he exclaims, handing the joint back.
“Yep, and all I can say is I’m hooked, brother.”
Dawg slaps me on the shoulder. “NO! You…the man who says, ‘I’ll never have a girlfriend.’”
I chuckle, grabbing my beer and taking a long swig before replying, “Yeah. It seems I’m going to try out this relationship thing.”
Dawg’s mouth drops open, but he doesn’t reply.
I just beam.
He turns his head from me, grabs his own beer, and says, “I’ll believe it when I see it. No woman has ever locked you down.”
“Believe it,” I say just as Tink strolls into the room with Cracker following her. Both girls are holding food in their hands.
“Okay, I’ll give it half an hour before you’re headed to your room.” Dawg bets me.
I chuckle. “You’re on.”
Tink looks good as usual in tight jeans and a Harley tank top, setting some chips and dip on the bar. Usually my dick would be hard as a rock, but for once, it’s not.
Her eyes light up when she sees me. “Hey, RayRay. Glad you’re back.”
She rounds the bar, and I prepare for her to touch me. I can feel Dawg smiling big behind me.
Moving in, Tink reaches for me, but I grab her for a hug instead of letting her feel me up. I murmur into her ear, “We need to talk.”
The glow on her face falters, and she replies, sounding unsure, “Okay.”
I was going to take her to my room to have this conversation, but Dawg would think we’re fucking, so I motion for her to sit next to me. Dawg’s at my back.
“Everything okay? I swear I didn’t start the fight with Tamara,” Tink rushes out, telling on herself.
I look over my shoulder at this news, and Dawg shrugs.
