I watched and smiled a small smile as Knight burst out laughing.
Then he pulled me closer, one hand staying at the small of my back, one hand gliding up to between my shoulder blades when he said, “Uh… what he does with his hands, mouth and dick, no. I cannot vouch for him and I’m not goin’ there. They hook up, that’s up to your girl to find out. If you mean is he a good guy? Absolutely.”
I relaxed into him and murmured, “Okay.” Then my hand slid up to his neck and my fingertips drifted through the hair curling at his neck. “Do you guys talk about that, um… stuff a lot?”
“If you’re askin’ do I share how much I get off on bein’ your Daddy, fuck no. No one knows shit about me and definitely not about you. Can they guess about me and us, probably. My desire for control is not a secret. That said, Rhashan’s a man who knows who he is, doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of him, likes to get off like he likes it so if he’s recruiting, he asks around and he’s choosy.” He grinned. “The club’s the club, babe. Boys know and get a lotta pussy. A bitch is that way, they’ll know and throw her his way. And your girl is that way. Club pussy, usually not worth it. One-time deal. What I know of your girl, Rhash will think he hit the fuckin’ mother lode.”
I started giggling and Knight smiled as he watched me do it.
My fingers drifted back through the hair at his neck and my eyes dropped to watch before going back to his.
Then I said quietly, “You need a haircut, honey.”
“Uh… no,” he said quietly back. “Every time I let you use your hands, you get excited, you fist them in my hair. I like to feel you get excited any way including that way. I start lookin’ like a biker or a hippie, I’ll go to the barber. Until then, my baby’s got something to hold onto.”
I melted into him and assured, “You don’t look like a biker or a hippie.”
“Then we’re good,” he muttered, his lips twitching.
“Though, when I have Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sundays, you look a little like a biker but it’s hot.”
Another lip twitch then, “So we’re still good.”
“Yeah,” I said softly.
His brows went up. “Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sundays?”
“Best day of the week,” I whispered. His brows went down, his eyes dropped to my mouth but not before I saw them get dark then his head dropped and he kissed me.
I had to fix my lip gloss and Knight had to go to the bathroom to wipe my old off before he put my ass in his awesome ride and took me to the club.
* * * * *
I wandered in the club my hand in Knight’s, the lights flashing, the music loud but my mind was on the sign on the wall in the alley.
Space Restricted – Mr. Sebring
Mr. Sebring.
I thought about my life two months ago.
I thought about it now.
I thought about my man, Mr. Sebring.
And I was looking to the floor, my lips curved but inside I was smiling wide.
I saw the steps in front of me, Knight already up one and I lifted my foot shod in a sandal that cost nearly nine hundred dollars when I heard:
“Surprise!”
My head jerked back and I saw the VIP podium filled with my friends and bright balloons that shouted, “Congratulations!” and “Graduate!”
Oh my fucking God.
My body froze except my eyes shot to Knight.
He was looking back at me grinning.
I’d received my skin technology certificate on Wednesday.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
I felt my face begin to crumble as emotions overwhelmed me and luckily Knight moved fast or everyone would see me, face smushed, crying. But they didn’t because I was in his arms with my face pressed into his neck.
“Baby,” he whispered in my ear.
“She… she did… didn’t… I was out of the house, on my own. I didn’t get a gra… gra… graduation party in high school,” I stammered into the skin of his neck and his arms gave me a squeeze.
“Well, you have one now,” Knight told me.
“It’s just… just…” my breath hitched then I heaved out, “skin technology.”
His arms squeezed again and stayed tight around me as he said in my ear, “It’s an accomplishment. You worked for it. You earned it. Now, you fuckin’ celebrate it.”
I sucked in breath, pulled my head back and dashed my fingers on my cheeks, looking at him.
He was slightly watery.
He was still all kinds of beautiful.
“Thank you,” my mouth moved with the words but no sound came out.
I know he got it when his face dipped, his lips went to my ear and he whispered, “Anything for my baby.”