Page 41 of Juke
“That would be me,” I acknowledged.
“Well, I be damned. I saw a few videos of you fighting. You be tearing them niggas up in that ring,” I laughed at his enthusiasm along with Sophi and her mama.
“’Preciate that,” I said. “Matter fact, I got a match coming up in a few weeks. Y’all should come through. I’ll take care of the tickets.”
Horace’s eyes lit up. “You serious?”
“Dead serious. Front row, VIP. Whatever y’all want… I got it.”
Mrs. Neicy clapped her hands. “Oh, we gone be there. I’m calling Shaunie as soon as we hang up so she can get ready for me.”
“That’s fine with me,” I said.
They kept me on the line for another ten minutes, Horace asking about boxing. I told him about the gym I owned, and he was impressed.
When we finally said our goodbyes, Sophi set her phone down and shook her head. “They like you.”
“I’m a likeable nigga.” I smirked.
Her smile lingered. “You’re cocky.”
Her eyes flickered, but she stayed quiet. I slid closer, caught her chin between my fingers.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “This just feels good. Being around you feels… right.”
Nothing else needed to be said. I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her deep and slow. She started rocking against me until my grip on her hips got tighter.
“You tryna test me, shorty?”
“Maybe,” she said, voice low.
I tilted my head and squinted at her before I bit into her neck, causing her to gasp. With little effort, I stood with her body still attached to mine and carried her to my bedroom. We barely made it there before I had her completely naked and stretched out on her back and my fingers between her folds.
“Mmm,” she moaned at the feeling I was providing.
“That’s right, Lovie… let me hear you.” I worked her slow, just enough to get her right to that edge… then I stopped.
Her eyes flew open. “Why—”
“Because I want to watch you fall apart for me,” I said, dragging her up to straddle me. “You give me that, I’ll give you what you want.”
I slid into her deep, holding her hips still so she could feel every inch of me. She gasped as she dug into my chest.
“Yeah… that’s it,” I praised.
Her head tilted back, and I kissed the curve of her neck, my voice rough in her ear. “You bet not run either.”
She tried to match my rhythm, but I slowed it down on purpose, letting her frustration build until she was practically shaking.
“Rashad, please…”
“You begging, baby?”
She nodded, breathless.
“Get what you need then.” My pace was relentless as I went hard and deep. Her moans got louder, her nails piercing my skin and her walls tightening around me until she was done.
