Page 104 of Real's Love
I hugged her, and, on a whim, I placed my lips against her ear.
"Ain't nothin' 'bout him little," I whispered.
Emory screamed with laughter. I smirked at her, then hit Real with what I hoped was a no nonsense look. We were settling all this tonight, I vowed silently before I strode down the hall.
“Stop,” Real ordered as I neared the door.
I swung around to glare at him. “What?”
He surprised me by grabbing my hands.
“The few times I saw you out, you had on dresses. You look damn good in pants, though," he said, squeezing my hands as his eyes roved over me.
I was supposed to be determined and focused, but I couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped me at his compliment. I had to admit, a bitch was bad in this jumpsuit.
"Oh, yeah?" I prodded.
"Yeah."
His voice was low. My gaze flew up, my eyes tangling with his. The desire in his eyes warmed me, loosened my tongue. I tugged one of my hands free and rested it on my hip.
"Well, what do I look best in?" I teased.
His eyes never left me as he pulled me closer. I went willingly, let him rest his forehead against mine.
"What do you look best in?" he repeated.
"Mm-hmm."
My affirmation was breathless. He lowered his mouth until it rested against my lips.
"My arms," he whispered.
Aww, hell. And just like that, I was lost.
"Yo, you smooth as fuck,"Juvie said over his shoulder as we strolled down the hallway.
I shook my head at his silly ass.
"Why aren't you somewhere in somebody's preschool?" Love snapped at him.
"Shiii, I'm learning all I need to from my OG. He walking away with the girl, and he didn't even have to wipe the floor with yo' cowboy's face," he crowed.
I swallowed my laughter as she sucked her teeth.
"Juvie, gone ‘head and get the truck," I ordered before Love unloaded on his ass.
She was definitely tense. I could feel it as my hand rested against her back. Watching her, I knew she'd been having a good time until that group of nasty bitches circled her and Pip. I knew what type of shit they were on, but Love was too secure, too beautiful to be moved by them. The only times she showed that she had any issue with her weight were the occasions I tried to pull her into my lap. She had no problem being naked in front of me and she damn sure had no shame when we were fucking. But something had her on edge and I didn't think it was the exchanges between me and Danny.
The warm, heavy night surrounded us as we stepped outside, a big difference from the air-conditioned building. Louisiana was humid as fuck, the air thick with it.
Markel let out a low whistle.
"Juvie needs to hurry his ass up. It's hotter than a bitch out here," he mumbled.
"It's hotter in South Texas," Love said.
"We ain't got this humidity, though. Feel like I'm melting!"
