That’s when my mind drifted to Kashmere.
Her laugh was the first thing that popped up. That wild, confident ass laugh that didn’t sound like she was tryna be cute. The shit was just real and reckless and free. I thought about the way she felt in the hot tub, when she slid close to me and whispered that bold shit with her eyes locked on mine like she wasn’t scared of nothin’. Then I thought about that pussy.
She had that fire to her, like she could fuck you, fight you, and take care of your soul—all in the same hour.
The shit we did in that water wasn’t just a moment. It lingered.
The way she moaned when I had her bent over, the way she looked at me afterward with her lip gloss smudged and her head back like she had finally let go of some weight. That was the type of connection I couldn’t fake.
And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see her again.
I reached for my phone and unlocked it, then hit the line to one of my people.
A raspy voice answered on the second ring. “Yes sir?”
“Go to the second-floor suite, room twelve,” I said. “Tell Kashmere Charm to get dressed and come to my room. Don’t say nothin’ else. Just tell her I said come on.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hung up without waitin’ for anything else and tossed the phone back onto the bed.
Then I stood up, grabbed my glass, and took another slow sip as I walked to the balcony doors and slid one open.
The night air swept in, soft and cool against my skin. I stepped outside and leaned on the railing, lettin’ the jungle view remind me where the fuck I was.
Ka’mari had my mind twisted, but I couldn’t let that shit make me forget who I was or what I came back to Trill-Land to do.
Still, that didn’t mean I had all the answers.
I exhaled a thick stream of smoke into the night, watchin’ the ember at the end of the blunt glow like a signal in the dark.
Somewhere behind me, Kashmere was probably standin’ in somethin’ that smelled good and made her hips sit just right.
And that thought alone…
Yeah…
It made me feel a lil’ less conflicted already.
By the time I left my balcony, Kashmere was sittin’ on my bed wearin’ somethin’ damn near illegal. She had on a black lace that hugged her body like it was sewn onto her skin, with one strap slidin’ off her shoulder like it didn’t know where to sit. One of my crystal glasses was already in her hand, halfway full withliquor from my bar like she been in here before and knew where everything was.
She looked comfortable. Her legs were crossed at the knee, a drink swirlin’ in her hand while smirkin’ at me like she already knew I wanted her sexy ass.
I closed the door behind me and tilted my head as I walked slow across the room.
“Who told you to touch anything in here?” I asked, eyein’ the drink in her hand, then her bare thighs.
She leaned back, her eyes lazy like she was bored. “Nobody had to tell me. I figured if I’m gon’ be summoned like a genie, I might as well make myself at home.”
That made the corner of my mouth curl up. I couldn’t even fake it. That mouth of hers stayed sharp, but it always came wrapped in a bow of confidence that made it hard as hell not to admire.
I sat beside her, close enough for our thighs to brush. She smelled like vanilla and a lil’ coconut oil, mixed with whatever heat was still sittin’ on her skin from the shower she clearly just stepped out of.
I didn’t waste no time. I reached over and slid my hand up her thigh, then leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back, blinkin’ like she hadn’t expected that.
“Oh, that’s what this is?” she asked, her brows up, but her voice was low. “You call me up here just to fuck?”
I kept my hand where it was and looked her dead in her face. “You actin’ like that’s a bad thing. Don’t start fuckin’ actin’ brand new.”
