Page 61 of Next Level
Not wanting to tell him or have him keep questioning me, I agree with him.
Once we enter a huge room, I see a bunch of men around the bar and pool table. I don’t see any women hanging around, thank goodness. That’s the last thing I need is for one of his booty calls to be here.
Dawg introduces me to everyone, telling them I helped find Samantha. I’m thankful he didn’t mention that Garrett was my adoptive brother. My stomach does a little flip thinking about the information my parents found out today.
That’s why I’m here a day early. My parents are on their way to Washington to see Garrett in jail.
I sit at the bar next to a guy named Chewy. I totally understand his nickname as I see the amount of hair he has on his body. On the other side of me is Dawg.
A cute young boy asks me what I’d like to drink, and I tell him a shot of Jameson if he has any and a beer.
Dawg whistles next to me. “Damn, girl. A shot and a beer.”
Thinking about what I need to tell Ray, I reply, “Yeah, it’s been one of those days.”
I sit around with the men and banter back and forth with them about stupid shit. Dawg is teasing me, saying I did some kind of witchery on his friend, and that he doesn’t do relationships. The men at the bar are in hysterics hearing Ray’s going to be a one-woman man.
We’re all laughing, so I didn’t pay attention to the door or even hear it open. All I hear ishisvoice booming across the room.
“Blossom, what are you doing here?”
Panic sets in. I see my gorgeous mountain of a man stalking toward me. Is he mad?
Did I make a mistake coming without telling him?
As he approaches me, I turn in my seat and stand up, and before I can say anything, he grabs me and smashes his mouth to mine, puncturing my mouth with his tongue.
I melt like butter in his arms, and instantly, I need him. It’s been too long.
“Get a fucking room,” Dawg teases.
Ignoring them, Ray grips my ass cheeks, lifting me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I rock against him, needing more.
Ray breaks the kiss breathless. “Blossom, it’s Thursday. I thought you were coming tomorrow?”
I clasped my arms around his neck, intertwining my fingers. I pout. “I needed to see you.”
All the men are hooting and hollering, yelling, “Hell yeah!”
I bat my eyelashes, and I can see he’s happy to see me.
“Guys, I’ll be right back,” he says, turning away from them.
I giggle.
Yes!
They all start talking shit, saying we won’t be back or some stupid crap. Ray’s voice is serious when he says over his shoulder, “This time will be quick, then church, and then I’ll take her home. So don’t go anywhere.”
When the guys see his face, they nod.
“Fuck, Blossom, I have no control around you. I need to be inside you.”
I whine, “Hurry.”
“It’s going to be fast and rough. I’ve missed you,” he rushes out just before tossing me onto the bed.
We both scramble to take off our clothes. When he sees I’m already naked, he doesn’t finish removing his pants. Instead, he just drops them to his ankles and crawls onto the bed. Gripping my knees, he pulls me down and positions himself at my entrance, and with one swift, hard thrust, he’s fully seated inside me.
