Chapter 3 #4
His home smelled masculine, like him, and she was sure it was the mahogany teakwood candles that he spread around on different decorative tables.
The first door was left ajar, and he pushed it open and allowed Minx to walk in ahead of him.
Rose hit the light switch, and bright light filled the room.
There was a large poster bed in the center of the room and a black and white rug underneath.
His entire bedroom set was black and silver, but he didn’t have anything on the walls at the moment.
Rose closed the door behind them and kept his back pressed against it.
Minx took in the rest of his room, nodding as she paused at the foot of his bed.
He had a master bathroom not far off from a walk-in closet as well.
It was obvious he hadn’t been here long.
“Could use a few personal touches,” she said, spinning so that she was facing him.
Rose smirked and took her in. She was fine as hell, but her beauty went beyond that when he looked into her eyes. Taking a few steps forward, he opened his arms and looked around his room.
“You got the keys to the kingdom. You already know that.” He stretched his arms, placing each hand on her waist as he drew her closer to him.
Minx’s entire body was warm from his touch. She closed her eyes and stood on her toes so she could kiss him. His hand gripped her chin gently, and he stuck his tongue down her throat.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth.
Rose brought his arms tighter around her, and together, they dipped down into his bed.
With their legs entangled and the outside world disappearing, Minx and Rose tore at each other’s clothes.
Before long, Minx was in her bra and panties while Rose came out of everything above the waist. Minx knew she was ruining her Victoria’s Secret panties, but she didn’t care.
Rose’s touch, his lips on hers, it was all so suffocating she could barely keep up with what was happening.
She pressed her palm against his square pecs and nudged him back, sucking in a deep breath. “Rose—”
“Hmm,” he replied, attacking her neck with kisses.
Minx closed her eyes. His lips were so soft and felt damn good against her flesh.
“Can we… take a breather, just for a second?” she suggested, and Rose paused to look into her face.
He sat up beside her and searched her mesmerizing eyes.
“We can take this however you want, shorty,” he assured her, hand resting on her hip. “You wanna have a drink and smoke something? It ain’t no rush, Minx. I want this to be right for you. You already going through enough,” Rose insisted.
“It will be right because it’s with you,” she voiced, making his heart soften as he peered back at her with nothing but love and admiration.
He bit sexily into his bottom lip and leaned in to peck her lips again.
“You can’t just be saying shit like that to me and expect me not to want to bust that shit open.” She laughed at him, but he was dead ass, a torturous stare covering his handsome face.
“Boy, stop!” Minx shoved him playfully.
“A’ight. So let’s find a flick to watch and have a nightcap.” Rose got out of bed to go and take care of their drinks.
When he got back, Minx was comfortable on top of the covers, legs crossed with the remote to his big screen mounted to the wall in her hand.
Her eyes met his when he entered the room with a fresh blunt dangling from his lip and two glasses with a big bottle of Remy as well.
He climbed into bed with her and handed her a glass while admiring her body.
“Minx, you can’t just be laying here like that,” Rose tipped his glass to his lips and took a sip before pouring himself some more.
She giggled and took a sip of her drink too. Staring at him over the top of her glass, she swallowed the remaining few drops.
“Why not? It’s almost like me in a bathing suit, and you’ve seen that before,” she replied, shrugging.
“That was when ya ass was fifteen and barely had any titties or ass to look at,” Rose implied, and she reached out to smack his arm playfully.
“Fuck you,” she said, sucking her teeth. “Remember when we used to go to the pool and sneak in at night? Me, you, Luna, and Finn?” she recalled, drifting down memory lane as Rose poured more liquor into her glass.
“Yup,” he agreed, sparking his blunt and taking a long drag. “When security tried to catch us, Finn distracted him by taking his trunks off and flashing him the goods.” Rose chuckled at the memory.
Minx fell over laughing, and Rose passed her the blunt.
“Those were some good ass times.” She pressed her back against his headboard and blew smoke from her mouth seductively.
“If you were my best friend, I’d want you ’round all the time,” Rose sang, making Minx blush.
The famous 50 Cent song was their shit. Him singing that to her in that moment and looking at her the way he did gave her old-school vibes. That was what their relationship theme was. When they were together, they could face anything.
“Could I be your best friend?” she sang back, making him flash his thousand-watt grin on her.
“I promise, girl, you’ll be mine,” Rose went on.
After settling on Get Rich or Die Trying, the two got comfortable.
Between the weed and the drink, they were both lit.
It was the distraction that both of them needed to keep their mind off Max and everything that happened within the last week.
Rose’s fingers massaged Minx’s scalp, and his phone buzzed on his bedside table, drawing both of their attention.
Rose grabbed his phone and checked the screen.
It was Nadia’s ass hitting him up, and he still wasn’t ready to deal with her.
He put his phone on silent and set it back on the table.
“Are you avoiding her because of me?” Minx asked, staring up at him with her head still resting on his chest.
“Minx—”
“Rose, you gotta deal with it sooner or later.” Minx drew back.
“And I will. I don’t want you worrying about it though, because I’m not about let anything touch what we got going on here,” Rose vowed.
“I think I kind of love you.” Minx’s eyes sparkled when she stared back at him, and Rose cupped the side of her face and searched her eyes.
“I love you too, shorty. More than you could ever know.” Rose sloped forward, and their lips met.
“Any time a nigga been down in life, you been there for me, Minx. No questions. You know without a nigga having to even say that shit that he ain’t like this with nobody but you. You my fucking heart, no cap.”
A puddle formed between Minx’s legs, and she straddled Rose in bed.
“Everything around us is crazy right now. So I think we should take the time to appreciate every… single… second.” She kissed his lips gently between every word.
On the last word, Rose took her mouth and slipped her his tongue.
He was already poking her with his stiffened manhood.
She always knew that he was blessed, but she was still scared as fuck about taking it there with him after all these years.
Rose fisted her hair and tongued her down, easing her bra off her shoulders.
Minx undid his pants and massaged his warm, throbbing pole while continuing to kiss him.
Rose flipped her onto her back and hovered above her, taking in her entire face and body.
His hand fell on her waist, just above where her panties rested on her hips.
He eased them down, and Minx lifted her legs in the air effortlessly, allowing him to slip them off.
Rose tossed her shit to the side and admired every single inch of her bare frame.
He wanted to burn it all into his memory because Minx was everything.
Dick was so hard he was ready to bust through his pants, he quickly tore out of them.
His tongue found its way to her wet opening, and Rose licked and sucked all over it until Minx released on his skilled tongue and grabbed at the bedsheets.
Her body trembled, and she ached to feel Rose inside of her.
He continued to eat her until she was paralyzed from the pleasure and he brought his lips to her inner thighs before working his way back up to her face.
“Damn, you taste good,” he muttered against her lips.
Little sweat beads formed against her forehead and chest, and her face was distorted.
Minx was no virgin, but Rose had her feeling like she was a born again with every touch.
Their lips met once again, and he prepped himself to enter her at the same time.
She was tight, and snug. At first, he left himself inside of her, feeling her walls grip the shit out of him as she held on to him.
“Shit, Minx. This shit…” Rose groaned as he brought everything but the tip out and dipped back inside her again.
She was so fucking wet it was crazy. He found a rhythm, and when she came on his shit, he damn near exploded.
“Uh!” Minx hollered, nails digging into his dark-chocolate skin.