Page 27 of Love & Vendettas
I ain’t trying to be a rapper, but I do have plans of owning my own business one day. I want to invest in other people. Mama says that I have to go to college for all that, but honestly, that’s not in my future right now.
I got mad skills and smarts. I just have to stick to my plan and work it.
When I look up again, I see that the girl has turned around in her seat, and she’s resting her chin on her elbows, staring at me.
I lift an eyebrow at her and widen my eyes. She does the same thing in return, but the smile that’s on those luscious lips doesn’t drop.
I find myself licking my lips, something that I don’t usually do, but it happens so naturally now. I know that it’s because I’m thinking about those lips. They look soft as hell and full. She’s wearing some gloss that only makes them prettier. It’s a shiny pink gloss with speckles of glitter.
Somehow, I think that gloss might taste like strawberries. Mm…strawberries and chocolate.
I want to kiss her lips.
I want to do some other shit with those lips too. I think about my dick resting on that bottom lip. A lip slick from her saliva and not gloss. A lip that’s coated in my cum with it dribbling off the bottom lip.
Shit, she’s getting out of her seat and moving in my direction. My dick is hard.
I move the backpack from the seat and rest it on my lap to hide my arousal.
“What are you? Seven-day evangelist? Pentecostal? I know you’re not a Witness or a Muslim ‘cause you got that Bible.”
“Neither.”
“Don’t tell me you’re Catholic.”
“Why I gotta be any of that?”
“What’s with the suit and the Bible then?” she asks, jutting her chin at me.
“What’s it to you?”
“You’re kinda cute. Got my attention. You don’t usually see boys your age running around with suits and Bibles. Figured you had something on your mind. No Tims, baggy jeans, or oversized shirts.”
“You always judge guys by the clothes they wear?”
“No. I judge them by whether they’ve got something on their mind. And you? You look like you've got something on your mind.”
I like this girl already. She’s got a lot of sass, but she’s real.
“I got a lot on my mind,” I reply.
“Not talking about getting in my panties either.”
I smirk. “That’s what you're thinking about? Cuz I didn’t come at you like that.”
She giggles, rolls her eyes, and looks out the window.
Turning around in the seat, she swings those long, thick brown legs sideways on her seat and pulls her purse around in her lap. She’s wearing a uniform.
“You go to private school?”
“Yeah. It’s an all-girls school. My dad wants to keep me away from the boys.”
“How would he feel knowing you’re approaching strange boys on the bus?”
She pulls a pen out of her purse. “He’d be pissed, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“Little girl, what you got on your mind?” I ask as she reaches for my hand.
