Session 33

Chapter four

I really wasn’t trying to go to this party, but Naomi kept hitting me up. She’s a nag at times, always trying to set me up with one of her desperate or reformed whore friends. Just because she now carries Jonas' nuts in her purse doesn’t mean I have to be ready to turn mine over.

Don’t get me wrong—I was happy for my friend. I don’t wish my lifestyle on anyone who didn’t have the heart for it. I know it’s human nature to want a family and all that B.S., but me? Sometimes I didn’t even feel human. I feel like I’m from another planet, and I’m the only one who sees that relationships and marriage are traps that suck the life out of you. If we were meant to be monogamous, there wouldn’t be more pussies in the world than dicks. I read somewhere that women outnumber men six to one. Nature didn’t even make it possible for us to be in monogamous relationships.

Jumping out of my truck, I walked around to the back of the house, pausing to chat up a few women I hadn’t fucked and dodging the ones I had. In the backyard, I found Naomi working her ass on Jonas. I still don’t know how this guy ended up with her. He’s lucky he met her first. Otherwise, she’d have a permanent spot on my roster. She had grown into and incredible woman. She cooks, cleans, makes her own money. If I ever lost my damn mind and decided to settle down, it’d be with someone like Naomi. The thought passed as quickly as it came. I shook it off and kept moving.

Out of nowhere, hands covered my eyes and a pair of breasts pressed up against my back.

“Hey, baby.”

Keisha. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was her. I removed her hands and walked off, ignoring her calling my name. I wasn’t in the mood.

I made my way over to a girl standing just a little ahead of me. Her dress was hugging her round ass and hips just right, and if I was into thick women, I’d have made my move. But I needed a woman I could pick up and handle the way I liked, you know?

I hadn’t been sure before, but now I was. She was watching Jonas and Naomi. I wanted to know why.

“You know it’s not polite to stare,” I said, sliding up close enough for my dick to almost graze her ass. She smelled good, like something sweet and sinful, like brown sugar with a dash of spice.

Her body went stiff. “I wasn’t staring.” Her voice was a silken, filthy blend of honey dripped over bourbon. She turned to face me, stepping back when she saw how close I was.

I was thrown off for a second and forgot why I approached her. I didn’t expect her to look like she did. She had one of the prettiest faces I’d ever seen—full lips, deep dimples, and cognac brown eyes that could hold you hostage. Her smooth brown skin looked baby soft. She was breathtaking, disrupting my equilibrium.

She tilted her head, giving me a slow once-over that was as deliberate as it was dismissive. “You get a good enough look?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, her tone dry.

I took a slow step back, taking my time to scan her from head to toe—those thick thighs, red-polished toes, pretty titties—and then back up to her face. She had this sultriness about her. But I could tell by the way she held herself, she wasn’t as confident as she should be.

“Now I did,” I said, flashing a grin.

The look she gave me would have put off a lesser man. She seemed ready to say something, but she stopped when Naomi voice cut through the air, “Angel.” She called.

She rolled her eyes at me before she turned and left me standing there without a word.

My eyes lingered on her ass as she walked away. I guessed Angel was her name. It fit her. I followed a few steps behind her, closing in on my best friend and his girl. Something Angel was…different. I wasn’t sure what, but I knew one thing for sure—this night just got a whole lot more interesting.