It was common knowledge that Laken didn't like Siah. He wanted to be Siah, but that wasn't happening. He was big in New York and trying to spread his wings into Jersey, but Siah owned Jersey and wasn't about to let that shit go for anybody. On top of that, Laken wanted Nonie and bad. She wasn't messing with him like that, but she did flirt a little. How could she not? Laken was fine as fuck, and paid too. Problem was, he wasn't shit and she knew it, and Siah would kill him.
At our first meeting he brought his girl, but ignored her ass while he sat there begging Nonie to hook up with him. Her dumb ass just sat there watching like a good little girl. Laken had her trained and trained well. I would have cut his ass for disrespecting me like that. Oh well, to each, his own. For now, I wasn't about to worry about that. I had to focus on my night with Red and get my own life together.
*****
“Damn, baby, you wearing that dress.” Red’s tongue glided across his lips before his hands moved down my body. After he was satisfied, he shut my car door and took my hand to lead me to the restaurant where we were having dinner.
I had to admit, I looked good as hell. My strapless black dress hugged my thick frame, showing off all of my assets and stopped mid-thigh. Just enough for a tease, but keeping me out of slut mode. My baby was looking equally pleasing in his dark denim jeans, Hermes sneakers and matching black polo. He matched my fly without even trying. His locks were freshly done as always, in three fishtail braids that hit right at his shoulders.
After we were seated, me next to him at our table, his hand gripped my thigh while I looked around and then back at him.
“It feels like forever since we chilled like this, Kiz. I miss your fine ass on the real. I’ve been working so damn hard, it feels good to just relax and kick it with you.”
“I missed you too,” I said, smiling at his handsome face.
This man was so damn sexy to me, I couldn't hardly stand it. What I didn't understand was why the entire time I was sitting there with him, my mind was on Jock.
“You’re staying with me tonight, right?” Red asked, bringing my attention back to him.
“Yes, baby. We have some lost time to make up for.”
Red leaned in and kissed my cheek. I smiled. That was enough for me to temporarily let go of Jock. I just hoped I'd be able to maintain that and focus on Red. Maybe my mind was already made up and I was just fighting against it.
Dinner went smoothly, aside from the fact that Red kept taking business calls, but all in all I was glad to get caught up with him. He annoyed me with all that phone action, but I knew he had things to take care of, and I knew it was business because he stayed right there at the table with me each time he took a call.
Other than that, things were good. Now that we were back at his place, I was ready to feel him inside of me. There was just something about the way Red put it down that had me flowing like a river. It had been a few days since I’d been with him or Jock, and I needed my fix. I swear I was addicted to sex in the worst way.
Jock and Red both loved that about me because I never got tired. They usually tapped out before I did, but I was good as long as I got mine at least a few times before they were done.
“Take this off, Kiz, and get up there for me. I need to make this call real quick, and then I’m shutting this shit off for the rest of the night. I’m about to be up in you on some realness.”
Red kissed me so deep, letting his hand find the zipper to my dress and moving it down my back until my dress fell enough to slide down just a little, exposing my bare breasts.
“You so got damn sexy,” he said after he released our kiss and stepped back to take in my appearance.
I worked my dress down the rest of my body and stepped out of it while he watched. When I was done, I was standing before him in only a black lace thong, that I slid my hand into and let my fingers enter me.
Red bit down on his lip and then shook his head. “Chill with that shit, Kiz. I don't need you starting without me. Got my shit rock hard already.”
His hand moved to the impression in his jeans before he worked it into his pocket to get his phone.
“One call, baby girl. Give me five minutes.” He winked at me and left his room.
I was a little annoyed, but this was the norm, so I climbed onto his bed and propped my feet up, spreading my knees so that my kitty was the first thing he saw when he returned. I waited patiently, and after what seemed like forever, I decided to go see what was taking him so long. Without putting on any clothes, I left his room and moved through his house. I heard Red in the living room whispering, and something told me to stop and listen. I did, and of course got an earful.
“Look, baby. My girl is here right now. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow though, and we can talk about it. Nah, you know I can't do that. I love my girl, and if she finds out about any of this then she’ll be on that bullshit with my daughter, I told you that. Yo, miss me with all that, you knew what it was when you first started fucking with me, so act like you know. And if you even think about running up on Asha like that, I’ll fuck you up. I’m out though, I’ll hit you tomorrow, either answer or don't, I don't give a fuck. There's ten others begging to take your spot, baby girl.”