Page 11 of Certified Pressure 3
I grabbed the washcloth, soaped it up, and took my time with her. I ran it down her shoulders, across her arms and squeezed her titties in my hand before slidin’ it down her stomach. She gasped when I pushed it between her thighs, scrubbin’ slow, just showin’ her I was gon care for her too.
“I told you,” I whispered in her ear, “you mine. Don’t forget that shit.”
She nodded, then grabbed a cloth and started washin’ me. Her hands moved slow. She rubbed my chest, traced my tats, slid lower, and the whole time her eyes stayed on mine. By the time she finished, I could see her whole mood shift. That smile was back creepin’ across her lips, the attitude gone. That was the Kash I knew—the one who made me laugh, who had me ready to argue and fuck at the same time and the one who made me feel like she would ride about me no matter what.
We rinsed off, and when we got out, I handed her a towel, watchin’ the way water dripped down her curves. She caught me starin’ and smirked, brushin’ past me with a lil’ extra sway in her hips. I shook my head and followed her to the sinks.
We brushed our teeth side by side, laughin’ when she almost dripped toothpaste on her titties, and I spit in the sink, rinsed, and looked at her through the mirror. She kept sneakin’ glances at me like she couldn’t help herself, and I smirked right back.
By the time we was dressed, the tension was long gone. We left the room together, walkin’ down the hall like we always did, me leadin’, her.
Kash was always gon feel a way about Pluto and the baby, but I needed her to understand somethin’… That didn’t take away from what I felt for her. She had her place in my life because she earned it. She was here when I needed somebody the most, and she stayed when shit got ugly.
She wanted me, she showed me she wanted me, and I loved her for that.
Cloud 9 Dining
When we pulled up to the spot, Kashmere looked around like she ain’t know where the hell we was at.
Cloud 9 Dining sat tall as hell in the middle of the city, the glass glimmerin’ with the sun hittin’ it just right, lookin’ like money from the outside. I ain’t even gon lie, the shit was fly. It wasn’t no regular rooftop joint. This was the type of place you pulled up to when you really tryna show somebody they was sittin’ next to a nigga who lived different. You could see the whole skyline stretchin’ out, the ocean sittin’ in the distance, andthe closer we got, the more I could see Kash’s eyes widen like she was fallin‘ in love with it before we even stepped inside.
The elevator shot us up smooth, and when the doors opened, she damn near froze. White tablecloths, crystal glasses sat perfect on every table, tall-ass wine bottles gleamed under the lights, and greenery sat everywhere like we was eatin in a fuckin’ sky garden. Chandeliers hung off a glass canopy stretched across the center of the rooftop, so when the light hit, the whole thing glowed like diamonds. The floors was laid with sleek black stone tiles that shimmered under the sun, every piece cut perfectly and polished. The whole rooftop opened wide where you could see the city below like ants movin’. The air was crisp, cool breeze hittin’ just right, and I could see Kash tryin not to gasp out loud.
“Pressure…” she whispered, turnin’ in circles, her heels clickin’ against the black tile. “How the fuck you even find something like this?”
I smirked, slid my hand down her back, and leaned into her ear. “I ain’t find it, baby. I bought it. The whole buildin’ is mine. I’m ’bout to hire staff, and get this shit runnin’ for real.”
Her mouth fell open, and she turned to face me, her eyes wide. “You bought this? Pressure, what the fuck? I ain’t even know you had shit like this going on.”
I shrugged like it wasn’t nothin’. “That’s ‘cause you ain’t supposed to know everything all at once. But now that you my fiancé, you gon’ find out more and more. I ain’t just one thing. I got my hands in all type of shit.”
She shook her head, still lookin’ around like she couldn’t believe it. “Nigga, this look like something out a movie.”
“Yeah,” I said, pullin’ her chair out for her. “A movie you starring in now.”
She laughed, slid down into the seat, and crossed her legs, still takin’ in every detail around her. I sat across from her, lettin’the waitress slide over with menus. Kash picked hers up, flipped through, and immediately started laughin’.
“See, this the type of shit that be exposing me,” she said, shakin’ her head. “I can barely pronounce half this shit. What the fuck is a croque madame?”
I laughed and leaned back in my chair. “It’s basically a bougie-ass ham and cheese sandwich with an egg on top.”
She looked up, surprised. “How you know that?”
I grinned. “Don’t get it twisted, girl.”
She smiled, bit her lip, and shook her head. “That’s sexy as fuck, I can’t even lie.”
I took her menu out her hands and scanned it real quick. “A’ight, we gon’ do the smoked salmon omelet, fruit platter, pancakes on the side. “Bring us mimosas with passion fruit, top-shelf champagne. Matter fact, bring two carafes.”
The waitress nodded fast and hurried off like she already knew not to question me. Kashmere leaned forward, restin’ her chin in her palm, starin’ at me like she was tryna study me.
“I swear I’m learning new things about you every day,” she said softly. “You not just who people think you are.”
“Nah,” I said, leanin’ back, my eyes locked on hers. “People see what I let ‘em see. You just catchin’ on.”
Her cheeks warmed up, and she reached across the table to lace her fingers with mine. For a second we ain’t even say shit, but just sat there with the city stretched out beneath us, the sun hittin’ off the glass towers like the whole view was put there just for us.
When the food came, Kash cracked up laughin’ again, pointin’ at her plate. “See, this too fancy for me. They done dressed this damn salmon up like it’s going on a fashion show.”
