Chapter 3
C a s e
The shower was hot as hell, steam filling the entire bathroom while I stood under the water, letting it run down my back. Normally, that was enough to help me clear my head after a long day, but my mind kept circling back to the same person. Roemy.
The day had been long, but it had been a good one. Shit, if I were being honest, the highlight of my day had nothing to do with my part of the book panel discussion. It was watching Roemy. I had already respected her as a writer, but seeing her in her element was something different.
During her keynote speech, she commanded that fucking room without raising her voice or trying to impress anybody.
Hundreds of people sat there, hanging on every word she said, as she spoke about storytelling, the craft, and the responsibility that came with writing books people connected with.
The crazy part was she made it look effortless.
Then there was the panel discussion where that woman had held her own with every author sitting up there.
Whenever somebody asked a question, I found myself paying more attention to her answers than to my own.
She had a way of speaking that pulled people in.
She never sounded rehearsed or fake. She sounded like herself.
That shit was attractive. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had held my attention the way Roemy.
I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist. I walked out into the main room and grabbed my ringing phone off the nightstand. A smile immediately pulled at my mouth when I saw who it was.
“What’s up, Ma?”
“There go my son,” she said. “I was startin’ to think all that best sellin’ author money done made you too good to answer your phone.”
I laughed. “Yeah, aight. You know better than that.”
“I do, but I still like givin’ you a hard time.”
I dropped onto the edge of the bed and shook my head. “How you doin’?”
“I’m good. How’s the conference?”
“It’s been cool. Busy as hell, but cool.”
“I saw some pictures online.” Of course, she did. My mother had become one of my biggest supporters over the years. Back when I was sitting in a prison cell writing stories in composition notebooks, neither one of us could’ve imagined this would become my life. “People showin’ love?” she asked.
“Yeah. It’s been a dope turnout.”
“I know that’s right.”
There was pride in her voice and it hit me the same way it always did.
My mother had been through hell behind me being in the streets, doing dumb shit and selling drugs.
She’s been there through all the court dates and prison visits.
I’m talking about years of worrying whether her son would ever get his shit together.
Now she was watching me travel the country signing books and speaking on panels and shit. I knew that meant something to her.
“You eatin’?” she asked.
I laughed. “There she go.”
“I’m serious, Case.”
“Yeah, Ma. I ate.”
“You gettin’ enough sleep?”
“Probably not.”
“Mhm. That’s what I thought.” I couldn’t stop smiling. Some shit never changed. “You sound happier,” she said after a moment.
I leaned back against the headboard. “Somethin’ like that…”
“Good. You deserve it.”
The words sat with me for a second. After everything, hearing that from her still meant more than she’d ever know. “I love you, Ma.”
“I love you too, son. I’m proud of you. Now go enjoy your last night and stop answerin’ your phone every time somebody needs somethin’, especially your Uncle Troy.”
I laughed. “I gotchu.”
“That’s right. Talk to you later.”
After we hung up, I sat there staring at the dark screen for a moment before setting my phone back on the nightstand.
No matter how far I went or how successful I became, talking to my mother always grounded me.
It reminded me exactly where I came from and why I worked so hard to stay far away from the life I used to live.
Scrolling through my social media, I checked my notifications.
People were tagging me in posts from the signing, thanking me for taking pictures and telling me how much they loved the panel discussion.
I scrolled through and liked a few, commented on some, and reposted a couple to my story. One DM caught my eye.
I smiled as I wrote her back.
When I was done, I rolled up and walked over to the balcony door.
I slid it open, letting the night air hit my skin as I stepped outside.
Leaning against the balcony, I sparked my blunt and took a long pull, holding the smoke in my lungs before letting it out slowly.
The weed hit me quickly, relaxing my body, clearing my mind.
I took another hit and leaned back, thinking.
Roemy had better been on her way up to my suite.
I couldn’t get enough of her ass. She was different.
She had substance and depth. Plus, she was creative, intelligent, passionate about her work, and a freak.
The sex was on another level. Her pussy was so good, so wet, and so tight.
The way she’d sucked my dick had me ready to lose my mind.
I thought about sliding up inside her, feeling her walls grip me, and hearing her moan my name while I stroked her deep.
I thought about making her nut over and over until she couldn’t take it anymore.
I thought about the way she’d look at me afterward, satisfied.
My dick got hard just thinking about it.
I took another hit off the blunt and closed my eyes.
Yeah, Roemy was special. She was the kind of woman who could inspire a whole book.
Hell, a whole series. The way she moved, the way she talked, and the way she thought.
She was a muse. My new muse. And I wasn’t letting her go back to that boring ass life she had waiting for her at home without a fight.
I heard a knock on the door, and I opened my eyes. I already knew it was Roemy. Putting the blunt out in the ashtray on the balcony table, I walked back inside, closing the door behind me. I walked over to the door and looked through the peephole to see her sexy ass standing there.
I opened the door, and she looked up at me. Her eyes went straight to my chest, then down to the towel around my waist, then back up to my face. “You gon’ eye fuck me all night or actually come fuck me?” I asked.
She smiled and walked past me into the room. I closed the door behind her and locked it. When I turned around, she was standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed, looking at me. “I can’t believe I’m here,” she said.
“What you mean?”
“Because this is crazy. All of this is crazy.”
“Nah. This shit between us is a dream come true. That’s what’s crazy.”
She looked at me for a long moment, and I could see the conflict in her eyes.
She wanted to be here, but she was still fighting it.
I walked over to her slowly, closing the distance between us.
I reached out and touched her face, running my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Just fuck wit’ me. We gon’ be good together. ”
“We don’t even know that much about each other, Case.”
“We know enough to get started. The rest will come, beautiful. Just go wit’ the flow.”
Roemy closed her eyes and leaned into my touch. I could feel her body relaxing, giving in. I leaned down and kissed her, soft at first, then deeper. She kissed me back, her hands coming up to my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos.
I pulled back and looked at her. “You fuckin’ wit’ me?” She opened her eyes and nodded. “Nah. Use your words, author baby.”
Playfully rolling her eyes, she replied, “Yes, I’m fucking with you.”
“Good ‘cause I been thinkin’ about what I’m gon’ do to you all fuckin’ day.”
“And what exactly are you gonna do to me?”
I smiled and grasped her throat, pulling her closer. “Everything you want me to.”
I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands sliding down her back to her ass.
I gripped it, pulling her against me so she could feel how hard my dick was.
She moaned into my mouth, and I felt her body melt into mine.
I pulled her crop top over her head and tossed it on the floor.
She wasn’t wearing a bra and I was good with that.
Her full titties were perfect and her hard nipples were begging to be sucked.
I leaned down and took one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, biting it gently.
She gasped and grabbed the back of my head, holding me there. “Fuck,” she whispered.
I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and she arched her back, pushing herself into my mouth.
I could feel her trembling and we’d barely even started.
I grabbed the waistband of her joggers, pulling them down to see she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She stepped out of the joggers, and I stepped back to look at her.
She was standing there completely naked, her body perfect in every way.
Her skin was smooth, her curves were soft, and her pussy was already glistening.
“All mine.” I rubbed my hands together. Roemy smiled and when I dropped my towel, her eyes went straight to my dick. It was hard as hell and I could see the hunger in her eyes. “Come here, baby.”
She walked over to me slowly, her hips swaying, and then she dropped to her knees right in front of me.
She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, and I could see the desire written all over her face.
She wrapped her hand around my dick and stroked it slowly, and then she leaned forward and took it in her mouth.
The warmth of her lips wrapped around me made me groan immediately.
“Fuck.” She started sucking me deeper, taking more of me into her mouth with every stroke. Her lips were wet and soft, and the way she was working her tongue had me ready to lose my mind. She was sucking me like she needed it more than air. “Damn,” I groaned. “I love the way you suck this dick.”