Shaddy wraps his hand around my throat, shutting me up. Still, besides his tight jaw, it doesn’t even seem like he’s affected. His voice comes out cool and soft as ever.
What kind of weed is he on?
“Shorty, you don’tletme do shit. Sadé Reese Washington is my daughter in every way except DNA. Be mad at me, argue with me, hell, I’ll even let you point a gun at me. But don’t you ever in yo life insinuate my baby not mine again, aight? Nah, I need verbal confirmation that you understand me.”
I lick my lips and he tracks the movement. Damn him for being so fucking dominant. Shaddy’s always been like that, but never this overt. Gone is the casual aloofness he usually maintains, as evident by the past twenty-four hours.
That undercurrent of raw power is front and center now, no longer hiding. He may not be as loud as Ty and Peanuthead, as menacing as Reem or Set, or as elusive as Turk and Rico, but Shad is still just as calculated, and just as deadly.
And even though Mika ain’t raise no punk bitch, she did raise a smart one, who knows how to pick her battles.
“I… you’re Sadé’s dad, period. That was over the line, and I’m sorry.”
“That was a low blow, but you not sorry. You angry, Mace. And for good reason. But we can be mad at each otherwithout disrespecting each other. We leave the disrespect to the muthafuckas on the outside of what we got going.”
He leans into me more, and I feel how hard he is against my belly.Jesusit’s been so long. I didn’t get the okay to have sex until a month ago, really, and it’s officially been a year since I did the horizontal tango.
Ya girl is basically a virgin again.
And with how loud my pussy isscreamingfor Shaddy to beat her up… I wonder if he can hear her.
“Who are you?” I breathe out. This can’t be the same Shaddy who ran away from a little peck on the lips. The same Shaddy that told me he couldn’t be with me. Shit, the same Shaddy that wasn’t cuddled up with Sahara minutes ago on the couch.
He curves his neck, bringing lips centimeters away from mine.
“You know who I am, baby,” he whispers against my lips, before pressing his against them. He deepens the kiss when I moan, pushing his tongue into my mouth, taking control of me.
I’m a goner.
This nigga can sing. This nigga can kiss. I’m already knowing if I give him the draws, I’ma be cooking and cleaning and running bath water.
He tastes like sin and salvation, and when he finally pulls away to drop to his knees, I feel like I’m about to pass out.
He lifts my skirt up and pushes his face directly into the built-in panties andinhales.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, and I almost come right there.
When his eyes find mine, hunger and desperation overtake them as he licks his lips. “You gone let me taste you, Mace?”
I cup his cheek, and he leans into it, closing his eyes briefly. As soon as I nod, he fists the built-in panties and rips that and my thong off me before pushing his face into my mons pubis.
I didn’t even shave. But that don’t matter; this the same nigga that was shaving me. He inhales deeply again as he pulls one of my legs onto his shoulder.
A soft, warm kiss to my clit makes me shiver.
Him pulling my other leg on his other shoulder makes me lean onto the door.
His hands dig into my ass as his tongue swirls over and over my clit, spelling out something and making my eyes cross.
“Oh, Rahshad,” I sigh. My eyes flutter closed as he gets to work.
But they snap all the way open when suddenly I’m pushed up the door until my head nearly touches the ceiling.
Did this nigga just pick me up?!
He’s gotta be holding my ass up, because in his haste I’m not even on the door anymore. I’m suspended in the air, by the pussy basically.
And he’s still munching.
