The feeling she was giving me was damn near too much. I started my strokes off slowly but as soon as she started making those fuck faces and biting her lip I knew I was gone be on her spot like a fiend for the rest of the night.
“One night is all you want, P?” I nibbled at her lip before hiking her legs up further around me. This position was intimate as fuck, with our faces pressed as closely together as our bodies.
“Just one.” She moaned through it, and even I could hear the lack of conviction in her voice.
“Then don’t plan on sleeping. I got plans for your pretty ass.”
I was irritated as fuck.
And it wasn’t good for a nigga like me to get irritated. Especially when I ain’t have no sleep. I had woken up, ate good and then went to my room to change and shit. I saw the message from Trav to meet him for breakfast so I did. I got down here and he was speaking to Grant’s sister before she went off with her parents to explore the city. But then Pretty walked her fine, well fucked ass into the restaurant where the newlyweds had arranged a private room with a brunch buffet for the family and went about fixing her plate like shit was sweet. I understood her being hungry as fuck since I knew the type of work we’d put in but damn, not even a hey before she stuffed her face?
“Bruh, you good?”
My eyes went to Travis sitting across this white-covered table that was laid out with every possible plate and utensil needed. They’d rolled out the red carpet when they saw who they were taking care of. The folks bent over backwards to ensure everyone that was with them was more than taken care of. Hence this nice ass room and this buffet that had its own attendant, omelette chef and two servers just waiting for us to give them something to do.
Old buddy at the omelette station needed to focus on cracking eggs and not smiling in Porsha’s face, I knew that much.
“Chillin’.”
He leaned forward like he ain’t want nobody to hear what he was about to say. Since he wasn’t in the habit of spilling secrets or telling my business I had to wonder why he felt the need. “Nah, you got that look on your face.”
I settled back trying to look unbothered despite feeling pressed as fuck. “Look?”
“Yeah, like we gone have to fuck somebody up. What you get into last night? Something happen?” He started to look around like at any moment somebody might try to ambush us like they did Pac.
The concern was appreciated but since me and Porsha said one night; I wasn’t inclined to say shit to him about what we got into. He knew I had a thing for her and he’d be trying to make it more than what we’d agreed on. Him pressuring me to lock her down wasn’t needed especially since I had to play by her rules.
“Nah, why you think that? What could I get into out here that would have you worried?”
“We in Vegas and they call this placeSin City. Baby girl’s man chartered a jet so we could come and watch her get married. Life is extra good but your eyes never lie. They tense as hell, which means something is up. If ain’t nothing wrong, why you look like shit is falling apart?”
I couldn’t tell him it was because my ass was irritated. Porsha and I had chemistry from the moment I met her at the first game, but we didn’t act on it until last night. One night with her and I was hooked but her ass was acting like she ain’t know me. Like I hadn’t been face first in her pussy two hours ago.
Maybe pride was driving my actions more than anything.
“I promise I’m good. Probably just tired and shit. Yesterday was wild.”
Travis nodded his head in agreement before he spoke. “For real. Ion’t know about you but I’m planning to stay for at least a week. There’s a couple of acts out here I want to see and shit but I know you got shit to do with the label. What’s your plans?”
“Probably gone head out tonight or tomorrow. This was unplanned and you know how my ass is about my schedule.” Was that the truth? Yes, but I was also hoping that whatever this mood I was in I could ride out without having to be under his eye. He saw too much and knew me too well.
“I feel you. Have some fun at least while you here. Even if I already know your mind is back on business, since Lyric is good.” He looked relaxed as he put his napkin on his empty plate and the server rushed over to clear his place for him.
“You know me well. Shocked you ain’t eager to get back to Atlanta.”
“The game is always there. Y’all trying to get my ass to consider this shit so this is me considering. Enjoy it while it lasts.” He pushed back from the table and I rose up to meet him before he walked around and we embraced briefly.
“I’ll hit your line when I leave.”
He frowned at my words before he set me straight. “Ain’t even sayifold ass institutionalized muthafucka.”
“You know this ain’t really me.”
“I do, which is why I ain’t even bothered. Check in nigga. I don’t give a fuck how big you are, I need a daily ‘I’m good witcho weird ass’ message.”
I laughed because Travis was dead ass. He wasn’t about to be somewhere and not know his people were good.
“Same for you. I’m heading to the known, you out here with the weirdos. That phone works both ways.”
