18. Drix
DRIX
“Name one hit song Alan has ever produced or rapped on.” I waited for a moment to give Merch a chance to answer and nodded when he couldn’t. “Exactly, so fuck what he’s talking about. Say that shit how I told you to say it and stop fucking around,” I snapped.
Dashawn and Alan both laughed but I wasn’t joking.
We were on the last song Merch needed to record and I was ready to get it done so I could focus on something else. I loved Rome but as soon as I could stop seeing his ass every single day I was sure I’d love him even more.
Dashawn reached over, grabbed my lighter, and lit his blunt while he settled in his seat. Alan and Rome were on the couch together while Alan tried to pitch a song concept and Rome tried to get actually good lyrics out.
I didn’t know why Alan thought he could make this music stuff shake but I appreciated that he didn’t cry about criticism and hadn’t quit just yet.
I restarted Merch’s track and he was halfway done when the door to the studio flew open and we all turned back to look.
A smile crossed my face as soon as I saw it was Myome, even though she didn’t look happy to see me.
“What’s up, Twin?” I kicked Dashawn’s chair away from me to make room for her, making him curse and drop his blunt.
“Fuck!” He dusted the ashes from his shirt but thankfully didn’t address me.
Myome stomped over to me. My eyebrows knitted together but my hands automatically went straight to her waist.
“What’s wrong?”
“Did you not see my text?”
“Damn.” I patted my pockets then glanced around the soundboard back and forth till my eyes landed on my phone.
I grabbed it, flipped it over, and saw I not only had a text from Myome but several missed calls from Chandler.
I tapped Myome’s message first and scoffed when I finished reading it.
“I didn’t mess with that girl and I don’t want to.”
“I know and I’m still going to fuck her up,” Myome said simply.
“Nah.” I pulled her hips and lowered her to my leg.
“You have an album about to come out, and even though you’re mad and don’t care right now, you’re going to care about the criticism you get if it goes viral that you whooped ol’ girl.
You’re not about to step on your own rollout behind Monica, alright?
” I reached for the soundboard and paused Merch’s music. “Take a ten.”
“For real? In the middle of my verse?” Merch’s voice rose. “We just got the fucking song where it needs to be and you’re going to—”
I cut his microphone off because I didn’t need to hear anything else.
“Watch out, Yo.” I lifted her from my lap and climbed to my feet.
Dashawn chuckled and Rome flew up just in time to block the door to the booth before I threw it open.
Rome pleaded his case. “Come on, man. We’ve been at this song for days. He’s irritated. That’s it.”
“You want me to go across yo’ jaw instead?” I asked but he didn’t get a chance to answer before the door opened behind him.
I reached right over Rome’s head and grabbed Merch, lifting his lil ass clean off his feet.
“Bitch, are you out of yo’ mind talking to me crazy?” I shook his lil stupid ass side to side, Rome still wedged between the two of us.
“Come on, Drix.” Rome pushed me. “He didn’t mean it.”
I dropped Merch just long enough to nudge Rome out of the way and sent my arm right into Merch’s throat, pushing him into the door so hard I was going to have to pay to get a hole patched. Merch gasped and I glared down at him.
“The only reason I’m not stomping on yo’ windpipe right now is because my brother needs you to tour, but bitch, don’t ever in your life interrupt what the fuck me and my wife got going on.
” I dug my arm into him harder and both of his hands reached up to dig his nails into my skin.
I lifted his ass a little by his throat and watched his eyes widen.
“Make this your first and last time thinking you can talk back to me while I’m doing your simple ass a favor.
” I pulled my arm back and he crumpled against the door.
“Now make that ten a thirty and get me something to eat.”
Merch put his hand to his throat as he gasped and Rome tried to help him to his feet.
Dashawn was folded in half laughing. Alan just shook his head.
I walked back to my seat and collapsed. Myome stood in front of the soundboard just looking at Merch as he climbed up. I put my hands back on her hips.
“Come on. Let’s get you a tea,” Rome offered.
Merch nodded. He briefly looked over at me then faced forward again and we all watched them exit.
“You did not have to yoke that grown man up like that.” Dashawn snickered.
“How is he going to complain about not being done with a song that we could have been done with two days ago if the mothafucka could carry a tune and sang the lyrics like he was supposed to.” I shook my head and looked back at Myome.
“Now, back to you.” I licked my lips as I looked at her. “What’s going to make you feel better?”
“If you call Monica and invite her over so I can swing on her.” Myome smiled and batted her eyelashes at me.
I chuckled.
“As much as I’d love to set her up and watch you knock her head into the soundboard, I know you’d regret that shit, Yo.”
“Are you sure? Because it doesn’t feel like it,” she admitted.
She held my face in one hand and her thumb traced my tattoo of her name.
“Have I ever played about you since we got married?”
Myome’s eyes drifted down to mine. She exhaled and shook her head.
“No.”
“Exactly. I’ll take care of it.” I smacked her ass. “Don’t worry about it.”
Dashawn didn’t just sell work. He also repped a set who put loyalty above anything else.
It would be easy for him to recruit one of the girls to slap fire from Monica’s ass, so honestly I wasn’t stressed about any of this.
If Monica getting beat up would make Myome feel better, cool. That was an easy fix.
“And you’re going to take care of it?” she asked.
“Mhm.” I turned her around and lowered her back to my knee. “What did you eat today?”
“Nothing for lunch yet.”
“You want a pizza or something?”
“I don’t want anything Merch brings you. He’s probably going to spit in it.” Myome laughed.
“Yeah, okay.” I tapped buttons on the soundboard with one hand and let the other stretch across her stomach. “That bitch ain’t that stupid.”
“You’re mean.” Myome giggled as she leaned across my body.
“And you love that shit.” I kissed the side of her head. “Ay, give us the room.” I spoke without pulling my eyes from Myome.
Alan and Dashawn climbed up.
“I’m about to run to the store. You want me to get y’all something to eat?”
“Where are you going?” Myome lifted her head to look at him.
“I want wings, but shit, I can stop anywhere for real.”
“Oh! Can you get me wings too?”
“Shit, me too then.” I reached into my pocket for my wallet. “It’ll hit with my pizza.” I pulled money out and handed it to him.
Myome rolled her eyes with a smile.
“Text me what y’all want.”
“A’ight.”
Dashawn checked his phone as he and Alan headed toward the door. I grabbed my phone, unlocked it with my face, and handed it to Myome.
“Buffalo, all drums.”
“All drums is insane.”
“It’s really not.” I kissed her shoulder then her neck, my thumb trailing up and down.
“Yeah, okay.” She sent the message then set my phone on the soundboard and leaned back against me.
I exhaled.
“I can’t wait to be done with Merch and Rome’s album.”
“So you can focus on yours?” Myome leaned slightly to look up at me.
“Who said I’m releasing an album?”
She smiled. “Okay.”
“I just want to sit by myself and create without having to baby mothafuckas,” I confessed. “I love Rome and I’d do anything for him but damn. I need a break.” I buried my face into Myome’s shoulder.
I couldn’t remember ever being this clingy with a woman before but I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of touching Myome or breathing her in and being rubbed on by her. It was like she was good for my nervous system. I felt myself relaxing against her.
“How much more do they need to record?”
“Today should be the last day but we’ve been saying that for the last three days.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Myome lifted a hand behind my head and lightly raked her nails over my scalp.
I hummed in contentment.
“How was your interview?”
“It went well I think. We talked about you.”
“I bet.” I breathed her in then kissed her throat. “You smell so damn good.”
“Thank you.” Myome turned a little more and kissed me softly. When we pulled apart she just stared at me. “You’re so handsome.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“Thanks.” I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers again.
Before I knew it, I was sliding my hands up her little dress and moving her underwear to the side to play in the wetness between her thighs. I gripped her throat with my free hand and tongue kissed her until she came.
She whimpered against my mouth and I tapped the inside of her thigh.
“Up.”
Myome lifted and I undid my pants, slid them down enough to release my dick, and put a condom on. I didn’t have to tell her to do anything. She placed a hand on my knee and used the other to line me up with her entrance.
I grabbed one of her hips while she lowered herself, her walls gripping my dick as she took me in.
When she got to the base, her body shuddered and she gripped the outsides of my legs while she fucked me, her feet planted as she bounced up and down.
Her pussy was soaked and I groaned while it swallowed me whole.
“Damn, baby.” I held on to her hips. “I love how you take that dick for daddy.” I smacked one of her ass checks. “You know this your shit, huh?” I smacked the other side and she moaned.
Myome leaned forward, placed her hands on the soundboard in front of her, and fucked just the tip of my dick over and over.
Fuck. That shit was amazing. I’d already been happy to spend the rest of my life with her but this was the reassurance I needed that I would knock somebody’s whole forehead off their body behind them trying to meddle with my pussy.
I looked down at where we were joined and my dick came out of her walls coated in her juices. I yanked her underwear to the side harder, reached up to grab Myome by the back of her neck, and started fucking her back.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Myome’s hands pressed against the soundboard while she did her best to stay in place, knocking Rome and Merch’s instrumental on. “Right there, baby. Right there.”
She nodded with her eyes slammed shut, arched, and let me take over.
I fucked her to the beat of the song right into her next orgasm. Her walls clenched around my dick and she moaned loudly.
“Fuck, Berlin.”
“Daddy’s got you.” I grabbed her by her throat and yanked her back so she was sitting fully in my dick.
“Ride that shit out, Myome.” I spoke against her mouth.
“Come on. Give it to me.” I kissed the side of her head while she started grinding on me, her body shaking slightly while she forced herself to keep going.
“There we go. Just like that, baby. Fuck. Just like that.” I looked at her gorgeous face, her mouth open as she panted.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” I groaned. “Fuck.” I kissed her.
“You gon’ get up and catch that shit for daddy? ” I asked. “Huh?”
“Mhm.” She nodded and kissed me hungrily.
“Then, do it.” I spanked her clit and her whole body jolted before I pushed her off my dick.
She immediately turned, dropped to her knees, and swallowed it. She only had to bob her head three good times before I was holding her face in both hands and nutting down her throat with a long groan.
“Fuck, baby.” I rubbed my thumbs over her checks and fucked her mouth by dragging her face forward and backward while she just knelt in front of me and looked up. “Now open.” I pulled her head back and she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.
I leaned down to kiss her and slid my hand between her thighs to finger her into one more orgasm.
We cleaned up in the studio bathroom then headed back to the soundboard.
Unfortunately for Merch and Rome, now that I’d fucked my wife to that instrumental, it was no longer for sale.
I wrapped my arms around her waist as soon as she was back in my lap and nudged my head toward the board.
“Ay, press that one for me,” I said.
“This one?” She hovered over a button.
“The one right next to it, left side.”
She pressed it and I nodded. I slid us closer to the board and walked her through crafting the beat I had stuck in my head now. She was overly excited and danced in my lap as we worked.
Although I was usually easily annoyed by people trying to help me do my job, I liked showing Myome the ropes and how excited she was to be taking part in the process.
“I really want this whole married shit to work,” I said after a while.
Myome looked back at me, a big smile on her face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” She leaned in and pecked my lips. “I love you.”
“You ain’t say it when I said it but I already knew that shit, Myome.”
Her eyebrows knitted together. “Nigga, you could have just said you love me too.”
“Come on now. You know daddy love you.”
“Berlin King,” she hissed and pinched my leg.
“Ay.” I grabbed her by her throat and tilted her head back. “I’m not going to let you keep putting your hands on me,” I warned. We held each other’s gaze for a few silent seconds then I leaned down and kissed her. “I love you, Myome.”
“I love you too.” She smiled up at me and we both looked back at the door as Rome and Merch filed in.
“Look, man, I’m sorry about whatever the fuck happened before,” Merch said as soon as the door closed behind him.
“You’re good.” I nodded once. “But I decided I needed that instrumental you were recording on for myself, so I’m putting you on something different.
” I had the beat already in mind so I reached for my bag to get my second flash drive.
“I actually think you’ll be able to flow better on this one anyway,” I admitted.
“For real?”
“Yeah. Sit down and listen to this.”
Myome moved to Dashawn’s vacated seat and I slid closer to the soundboard to lock in and get this album done.