Chapter 19 #2
I was starting to feel like the twins with the way my mind was stirring shit up.
I low-key needed to get my shit off to prove to myself that ole girl wasn’t as great as my inner being was telling me she was.
Now that it was time for me to do my part in telling my mind to shut the fuck up, I was chilling like I was at a Fourth of July barbecue.
Uriah was here and ready to get the job done.
I should have been standing at attention from the moment I saw her in the hotel lobby, and if not then, at least now, since she’d changed into the red getup.
But all I’d been able to think about was Solana’s red toes, and telling my cousins we had to go to war because I needed to stick my dick in the Mexican princess.
“Don’t matter. Lesson number five: ask always but beg never.”
Uriah’s cute face drew back in confusion. “Lesson?”
Reaching my arm down beside me, I put the blunt out on the concrete. “Come on.”
I forgot who I was talking to for a moment.
That was the reason I’d come out here to smoke in the first place.
Solana Ledesma had entered my thoughts and hadn’t left yet since early today.
I had no good reason to be thinking about her ass all day like I had been, but I couldn’t fucking help it, and tonight had done nothing but make me admit to myself what was happening.
That’s why I needed to fuck Uriah. She was my last hope in pushing Solana back into the safe zone.
Standing tall and looming over Uriah despite her heels, her breasts pressed against my chest as I looked down at her.
Her body trembled against mine, and lust flickered across her face.
She’d washed her body clean but kept her makeup on.
It didn’t matter to me, though, because she wouldn’t be messing up my sheets tonight.
Moving past her, I removed my Dior T-shirt as I walked into the suite, tossing it on the chair nearby. Next were my Jordan 1s Retro Dior sneakers, and then my Audemars watch, which I placed on the dresser.
“Want me to keep my heels on?” Uriah moaned as she snaked her body inside from the balcony. Each step she took, I could see her ass wobble from the front.
Instead of answering her, I watched as she came to the side of the bed where I was standing and dropped to her knees.
I’d told my people that I wasn’t fucking with Solana.
I stayed on my side of the house while she stayed confined to her room.
When she first got there, I’d watched her like a hawk on the cameras and laughed seeing how she’d jam the accent chair against the door as she slept, bathed, and dressed in the closet.
She spent equal amounts of time in the bathroom and closet as she did in bed.
I wasn’t no freaked-out nigga, so I didn’t have cameras in the bathroom and closet to see what she was doing, but knowing how the mob wives, my mom, and aunts acted, I wasn’t concerned about her behaviors of wanting to be alone.
She also was traumatized from being dumped here, so if she found some solace in the ten-by-ten closet, I wasn’t going to question it.
The more comfortable she got, the more she showed her feisty personality.
Solana had snapped at a nigga plenty of times, especially during her workouts.
I would catch the wrath of her frustration, but the work was proving foolproof today in the lounge dress.
She’d fucking thrown up every damn workout session the first few times.
Her hair was usually a mess and had only been tamed since the engagement party.
She was untidy. She slept too fucking much.
She was timid as hell. Yet, I couldn’t get her out of my fucking head.
“I’ve been missing the fuck out of this big-ass dick.
” Uriah was fumbling with my belt and jeans, and without even lowering my boxer briefs, she began licking up and down the material of my underwear.
That alone should have had my fucking toes curling, but I was standing here mentally battling myself like my name was Kanye.
The weed had my body feeling lighter and more relaxed, but I was still fucking tense.
I was still fucking thinking about the forbidden Afro Mexicana.
Uriah reached her soft hand inside my briefs, pulled my dick out, and placed it on her tongue.
Taking it further inside her mouth, she let me feel her tonsils, leaving my dick glistening with her saliva when she pulled back from it.
Her brows furrowed, more than likely wondering why the hell my dick was still flaccid, so I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate.
No sooner than I saw the black of my lids, long, thick black hair, smooth dark skin, wide hips, and a birthmark on the left side of her chin came into view.
None of the physical attributes belonged to Uriah.
Solana.
My dick bricked in an instant, catching Uriah by surprise and causing her to gag.
Her reflex felt good as fuck, squeezing the tip of my dick.
I began pumping in and out of her mouth ferociously.
I had a point to prove. I needed to fuck the shit out of Uriah to take my mind out of uncharted waters.
Yet, the only thing that was making my toes curl was the Mexican beauty that left my house in a dress so short and tight, I wanted to yell out of one of the front house cameras’ speakers and tell her to bring her ass back in the house tonight.
My pelvis slapped up against Uriah’s face as I used her throat as if it were her pussy, and when she couldn’t keep up, I snatched out of her, stating, “Bend over.”
Keeping my eyes closed, I could hear Uriah assuming the position. Grabbing my dick, I placed it to her opening, picturing Solana’s wide ass bent over.
Popping my eyes open just as I touched the opening of her pussy, I stopped myself. I was about to go inside of Uriah raw—some shit I’d never done. Shaking my head, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and slid it on.
“My tubes are tied. You could have went in bare,” Uriah mumbled.
Slapping her ass, I felt my dick growing soft, so I closed my eyes again. As soon as Solana came back into view, I slid inside of Uriah. Her pussy muscles hugged me, driving me further inside. Lifting my white beater, I pounded the pussy, feeling my body tingle all over.
“Ohhh, Shio! This dick is the best!”
I shushed her, not wanting to lose focus on the visual that was keeping my dick hard.
Waves of pleasure rocked through me as I felt the force of my dick being pushed out. She’d come. Feeling blood rush to the tip, I snatched out of her, removed the rubber, and she was on her knees, taking me down her throat without me asking.
“Fuck...”
Her throat tensed, but she swallowed all of my fucking kids as I released in her mouth.
Sweat formed at my hairline as I came down from my orgasmic high.
It had been a short fuck, but she got hers, and I got mine.
I was so in my head that I wasn’t even tripping about my DNA going down her throat. Usually, that shit was a no-go.
Opening my eyes, I stepped back, removing my dick from her jaws, and pulled my boxers back up. I couldn’t even look at Uriah. My conscience was calling me a fuck nigga because I’d used her body as if she were a hired escort.
“Why didn’t we do this at your house like always?” she asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
I heard Uriah climbing into bed as I continued to dress, avoiding her face.
Once my pants were on, I stepped back into my Js.
I hadn’t nutted in the condom, but still, I went and flushed it down the toilet.
The bathroom was still warm from Uriah’s shower, and if it hadn’t been for the smell of her body wash and the fog on the mirror, I wouldn’t have known she’d taken one.
The bathroom was as neat as the housekeepers had it when we first entered.
Walking back into the room, Uriah had removed her heels and was under the covers, pointing the remote at the TV.
“You didn’t answer my question, Shio.”
“I know, Uriah.” I sighed as I scooped my watch from the dresser table and clasped it on my wrist. Grabbing my unwrinkled shirt, I pulled it over my head and skimmed the room one last time to make sure I hadn’t left anything.
She sat up in bed. Uriah usually didn’t question me about shit, so it was blowing me that she was doing it now, especially when I was already frustrated.
She didn’t deserve a nigga’s bad energy, though, which was why I was about to take my ass home.
Fuck the Dungeon; my ass needed to think.
That nut I’d wanted hadn’t done shit but told me what I already knew: I’d fucked up.
“I can’t go to your house because Solana is there. Right?”
Before I could blink, I had my gun resting on Uriah’s forehead. Her hands shot straight up, dropping the remote on the white duvet. Her eyes watered while I mugged her.
“What the fuck you just say?” My body shook as I barked out the question.
Her lips trembled, but I wasn’t for that shit. Tapping her forehead with the gun, I grazed my bottom lip with my top teeth. “Run that shit back, Uriah.”
“I… I said… that, that Solana must be at your house.”
“And how the fuck do you know about Solana?”
Uriah and I fucked occasionally, but she didn’t know shit about me at all, outside of what my dick tasted like. Her bringing up Solana would be the very reason she wouldn’t see her kids again.
“B… Because! When you were coming… You said, ‘Solana.’” She cried immediately after shouting her response.
Staggering back with the gun still pointed at her, I ran back to seconds ago. “Nah… I said, ‘Uriah.’” I was trying to convince my damn self.
Snot was coming from Uriah’s nose as her face was now drenched with tears. “No! No! You said, ‘Fuck… Solana!’ That’s what you said, Shio!”
Had I called her Solana?
Thinking back to the only time Uriah had the opportunity to know Solana’s name, I realized her name hadn’t been said. I was careful always, but even more meticulous that day Uriah was topping me off, and Solana had come out of the guest bathroom in that fucking towel.
I hadn’t said her name. She hadn’t said her name. That meant I was tweaking like a motherfucker tonight, and as I’d assumed earlier, my shitty-ass plan was indeed shitty. I should’ve never hit Uriah up on this type of time.
“Is… Is that the girl who was at your house? Is that Solana?”
“Aye, shut up.” I needed silence for two seconds.
My gun was still lifted, and I had my finger on the trigger.
This whole fucking situation had a nigga out of body.
I didn’t like that shit. I didn’t like not knowing what the end result of all of this would be.
I didn’t like the fact that I knew there would be bloodshed.
And I didn’t like the fact that when I thought of the wife that I had to have, Solana’s lazy, moody ass came to mind.
A woman who was already promised to another man.
“So, you… You were thinking about her while you were fucking me? Why, Shio?”
Uriah looked fucking pitiful. Here she was on the other side of my gun, and instead of asking me to lower the shit, she was asking me about another woman. Women were a trip.
“Why not just go to Solana, Shio?”
Hearing her name raised the hairs on the back of my neck, and my dick stiffened again.
“Aye, don’t say her name again, yo’.” I didn’t like the way my body reacted to hearing it. Why was this shit happening? I was king of self-disciplined. How the fuck had this shit happened in less than a calendar month?
“I’m just saying! Why would you call me her name? Why would you put a gun to my head? I haven’t done anything! I thought you were a man of God! You wear that chain, but here you are about to kill me! That’s a sin.”
Tucking my gun into my waist, I fastened my jeans, then my belt. Giving a hysterical Uriah one look over, I licked my lips. “And fuckin’ you outta wedlock is a sin too. Yet, you fall all over this dick anytime I call. Bye, Uriah.”
Leaving the room, I shook my head all the way down to the lobby. I nearly caught a body without a silencer in a busy hotel, all because she mentioned Solana.
God first.
Make sure the family good.
Eye them Cuppacio boys, the little and the big ones.
Build a relationship with my brother.
Get my brother rich.
Health and wellness.
Stay on top of my mob shit.
Keep Hobo alive.
Get through the meeting with Ines Ledesma.
House a random.
Find the true reason Solana is here.
Figure out if Solana is supposed to be my wife.
I had to get my head back in the game. The list was becoming longer with hardly anything accomplished. It was time to stop churning my thoughts and figure some shit out. I guess I was headed to the Dungeon after all. But first, I had to go to the crib and wash Uriah’s juices off a nigga.