Chapter 3
Sleep didn’t come to Sweetie. This wasn’t one of those romance movies where the couple woke up well rested and bright-eyed. Nah, to her, this was real life. She didn’t want to take her eyes off Boogie for too long since he walked through the hotel room door.
Sweetie almost found it painful to look at him.
It was crazy to her that a single human being could depict all the good someone else had ever experienced.
He was that for her. Boogie represented all her good memories.
It didn’t matter that she’d been to Disney World more times than she could count or that her father bought her a luxury car when she was only fifteen.
She grew up on the finest foods and rocked the finest jewels.
None of those things mattered to her, but her memories with Boogie—those stolen moments during recess and their lunch periods—were the things she held closest to her heart.
And that kiss . . . she wanted so badly to run that back, but Boogie kept his distance.
That was different for her. Sweetie exuded sex appeal, so niggas always tried to get between her legs.
She rarely let them, but she was used to them applying pressure.
Boogie didn’t seem to sweat her in that way.
She wasn’t sure if she should be offended or feel relieved by that.
Either way, if he would have gone for it, she definitely would have fucked him.
He had grown into something out of her dreams. His deep, dark skin, low-cut faded hair, juicy lips, and big muscles screamed her type.
Their connection made it hard for her to ignore her sexual attraction to him too.
Through the night, he used those sexy lips to kiss her hands, cheeks, and her forehead, but he was careful about doing anything too sexual, to her pleasure and disappointment.
Like a creep, she watched him sleep. They stayed up well into the morning and watched the sun rise while they talked. She soaked in every little detail because she knew after today, she couldn’t connect with him.
Boogie seemed adamant that he didn’t give a fuck what their fathers had to say this time around, but she wasn’t convinced.
Though it felt exhilarating hanging out with Boogie behind her father’s back, she knew if Vernon found out, he would most likely lock her the fuck up.
He disowned her, but she knew her old man.
If he got wind of her and Boogie reuniting, it would be game over for her.
The freedom she fought so hard for over the past year would vanish.
Not to mention, with Denzel and Boogie getting ready to take over their father’s empire, she worried for their safety.
Vernon was petty enough to go after them now that they were grown ass men. Sweetie couldn’t have that.
With a sigh, she slightly pulled away from Boogie. They faced each other, and his arms were wrapped around her. He didn’t budge, so she wiggled away a little more, inch by inch, until she was free of his arms . . . and his warmth.
Tears clouded her vision as she got out of the bed and moved to go into the living room area of the suite, but she halted when a raspy voice said, “Yo’ ass better be goin’ to the bathroom and then getting right back into this bed.”
Sweetie straightened out the silk robe she’d fallen asleep in before she turned slowly with heated cheeks. “Boogie . . .”
Boogie shook his head, which caused him to burrow further into the pillows. “Ain’t tryna hear it, Sweetie. Get back in bed.”
She tilted her head to the side and placed her hands on her hips. “Not tryna hear what, Boogie? How do you even know what I’m doin’? Maybe I was goin’ to get you breakfast.”
Boogie sighed and slowly sat up. She watched as he rubbed his eyes and then peered at her. “Was you goin’ to get me breakfast?” Sweetie looked at the floor. “I ain’t think so. Get back in bed.”
Sweetie shook her head and whispered, “I can’t.”
With a tired voice, he asked, “Why not? And it better not be no shit about our fathers.”
“Why can’t it be about our fathers? I know the last time we got caught sneaking around wasn’t all that bad for you, but it changed everything for me. We’re grown now. The stakes are way up, and I don’t think I can handle the consequences this time around,” she said passionately.
“Come here.” Her feet moved on their own accord. She got back into bed but purposely kept several feet between them. Boogie growled in frustration before he tugged on her arm and pulled her into him.
“Darren,” she whined as she tried to push away.
His brows rose. “Aw, we usin’ governments now? What happened to Boog, huh?”
He tickled her before she could respond, and she couldn’t help it. She giggled so hard she snorted.
“Stop,” she screeched.
“Nah, you wanna be difficult this early in the morning. I ain’t no morning person, and you got me up arguin’ wit’ yo’ pretty ass. I ain’t gon’ stop until you say sorry.”
“Sorry,” she said with a quickness. She hated being tickled, and she was liable to start kicking and punching him out of reflex if he didn’t let up.
Boogie hummed his approval before he halted his assault. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and pulled her into his chest. She leaned into him, completely giving up the fight.
“What I gotta do to get you to stick around?”
“It’s not a good idea. Our fathers—”
“Are old as shit and need to sit they asses down and not worry about what the fuck we got goin’ on.
We ain’t them. I know my pops won’t be all that thrilled about this, but I ain’t gon’ hide it, and he ain’t gon’ stop shit over here.
And you said you don’t even talk to your family anymore, so I’m not seeing the issue. ”
“The issue is if my dad finds out.”
“And so the fuck what if he does? I ain’t a lil nigga no more, Sweetie. I can take him this time around,” he joked.
She unintentionally giggled. “I don’t want it to come to that. If you’re really in this shit as heavy as you claim, and knowing who my daddy is, things could get messy. I don’t want no type of beef or blood spilled because of me.”
Her heart hammered in her chest just thinking about it.
“Us.”
“Huh?”
“Because of us. You ain’t the only one in this relationship.”
She pulled her head back and looked up at him. “What relationship? Last I checked, I was single.”
“Check again.” He grinned before he kissed her nose.
Sweetie’s eyes wandered up to the ceiling in mock deep thought. “Just did. Still single.”
He chuckled. “You mine, and you don’t even know it.”
Truth be told, she had always been his, but she couldn’t admit that now. Not when she needed to argue her case as to why they shouldn’t be together. To her, it felt very much like life or death.
“Boogie, we can’t do this,” she muttered as she looked into his eyes and tried to convey her desperation to him.
“Sweetie, yes, we can,” he mocked, nuzzling his nose into hers.
Before she could try to argue her case from a different angle, Boogie leaned in and kissed her. Sweetie felt like all the breath left her body as he took his time with the kiss. When she found some air in her body again, she moaned into the kiss. That prompted Boogie to pull her on top of him.
Sweetie’s heart pounded as she felt his rock-hard body beneath her. His hands roamed all over her backside until they found her panties and slipped in from behind. She arched her back when she felt his fingers find her slippery sex.
“Boogie,” she uttered as he masterfully worked his finger in and out of her.
He smirked. “How ya pussy know she belong to me but you don’t yet?”
She couldn’t answer. The feeling of his fingers gave her back her breath but stole her words. She moaned instead and rocked into his finger.
Boogie slid her robe off without stopping his rhythm and popped her breast out of her lacy bra. He licked her chocolate drop nipple, and her head tilted up to the ceiling.
“Taste so mothafuckin’ good,” he said before he bit down gently on her nipple.
Sweetie’s pussy clenched around his finger in response, and that seemed to drive Boogie crazy because he adjusted them quickly so he could pull his dick free while removing her panties. She was in total agreement with his actions because she needed to feel him inside her now.
He didn’t disappoint. His thick, veiny dick filled her in one swift motion, and they both moaned.
“Darren.” She found her voice again, though it sounded airy and so unlike her.
“Work this dick, baby. This all you. You hear me? This all you. Work this shit like it’s all yours,” he encouraged.
And she did. Sweetie showed him exactly what all his dance lessons had earned him. She knew how to move her body in such a sensual way, all while squeezing his dick with her tight pussy.
Boogie held her hips and tried to control her movements, but this was one area he didn’t have control.
Not while she rode him. Not while her pussy gripped him so well he had to focus on not filling her up with his seed.
She smirked because she saw him fighting a losing battle.
It was okay, though, because she was about to reach her peak.
“I’m cumming,” she said before she moaned and sped up her movement. The friction on her clit drove her right to ecstasy.
“Shit, me too. Go ’head, baby. You have my permission.”
Thank God, because she was already there. Her pussy clenched, and her body shook from the powerful orgasm. Boogie gripped her waist tightly as he came right inside her. Neither of them cared to even address that because the high they were on was too intense.
“Damn,” Sweetie mumbled as she collapsed onto his chest, whatever remaining clothes she still had on completely disheveled.
“Gah mothafuckin’ damn,” Boogie said, hugging her into him. “Yeah, Sweetie. You mine. Whatever you need, it’s yours.”
She giggled. “Pussy that powerful?”
She looked up at him, and he peered down at her like she just asked the stupidest question. Instead of responding to her, he said, “You gon’ come live wit’ me.”
“Wait, what? Live with you? Boogie—” Sweetie tried to sit up so she could argue, but Boogie mushed her head back down into his chest.
“Baby, you just sucked all the nut and energy up out of me. I ain’t goin’ back and forth wit’ you no more.”
Sweetie shook her head but settled down. Boogie had always been hardheaded, and he always got what he wanted.
Her thoughts drifted to the stress she’d endured over the past year, trying to make ends meet and worrying about her next meal or where she would lay her head at night.
In the matter of a few hours, Boogie had managed to give her the security she had been chasing for a long time now.
She decided to settle into it . . . for now.
The thought of their fathers still lingered, and she just prayed shit didn’t get messy because she decided to settle into security instead of fleeing.