Chapter Fourteen
Channing
Son of a bitch!
God had a sense of humor. Wasn’t no way the woman I’d dicked down a few weeks ago was the same woman I’d given this nigga advice about. Wasn’t no fuckin’ way.
Here I was, just coming to speak, and found myself in a messy ass situation. The look on her face was going to give us away. I wasn’t afraid of this lil nigga, but I’d rather not have to beat his ass about fucking his girl that really wasn’t his girl.
“Ms. Rhythm… it’s very nice to meet you.”
She looked down at my hand before hesitantly giving me hers.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” She turned back to him. “Raheem, I really have to go.”
“Can’t you stay just a little while longer?”
Her eyes shifted to me. “I really can’t.”
“Five minutes. Let me go speak to some people, and I’ll walk you out.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. “Fine. I’m going to the bathroom. If you aren’t done by the time I come out, I’m gone.”
She brushed past both of us and headed to the back. Raheem shook his head.
“Still trouble in paradise?” I asked.
“She’s stubborn, as you can see. I’ll wear her down though.”
“Good luck with that. I just wanted to congratulate you on a job well done.”
“I appreciate that. You the GOAT. We definitely have to get together for the next one.”
That shit wasn’t happening. I’d already fucked this man’s girl. Nine times outta ten, I was gon’ fuck her again. I couldn’t be in his face, knowing I took his girl down. I wouldn’t tell him that, though.
Instead, I said, “No doubt.”
“Bet. I’ma holla at you, man.”
“Be easy.”
We slapped hands before he disappeared into the crowd. I stood there looking around for a moment before heading in the direction Rhythm had gone. It was a single stall bathroom, so I tapped on the door.
“Just a minute!” she called.
I tapped again.
“I’ll be right out!”
I tapped a final time before the door swung open.
“I said—”
She didn’t have time to say anything before I pushed my way in and locked the door behind me.
“Are you crazy! What are you doing! Get out!”
“You worried about your lil boyfriend catching us?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“That ain’t how he’s telling it.”
“It’s complicated, okay?”
“Doesn’t seem that complicated to me. I mean, what’s to think about with a nigga playing in your face?”
She frowned. “I never said he was playing in my face.”
I chuckled. “Knowing who he is and who he’s associated with, it’s not hard to put two and two together.”
“Have you seen something? Is that what you’re alluding to?”
“I’m not alluding to shit. As far as I’m concerned, if you’re Ray Charles, then I’m Stevie Wonder. I don’t know shit about him, and he doesn’t know about us. At least not yet.”
“You can’t say anything to him, Channing.”
“Why would I do some dumb shit like that? You, on the other hand, are gonna give yourself away looking guilty and shit. Your paranoid as gon’ fuck around and tell on yourself.”
“I was shocked! You think I was expecting to see you here? Why would I knowingly show up to the place I knew my man’s producer would be, knowing I fucked him?”
I smirked. “I thought he wasn’t your man?”
She glared at me. “I liked you much better with my pussy in your mouth.”
I pushed her up against the counter, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.
“Don’t make it my mission to have you again, Rhythm.”
My eyes trailed her frame in this dress that made my mind wander. She was so fucking sexy, and this shit hugged her in all the right places.
The sliver of exposed skin from the lace up reminded me of all the places my mouth had been on her. I could see her nipples hardening beneath the fabric.
“You look so damn good tonight,” I said, sliding an arm around her waist.
“Th-thank you…” she whispered. “I-I need to go.”
I traced the tops of her breasts with my finger. “You never answered my question.”
“Wh-what question?”
I pulled her right breast from the confines of the dress and licked her nipple. She whimpered as I sucked it into my mouth and released it with an audible plop.
“Do you think about it?”
Rhythm swallowed hard. “Yes… Channing… please. You have to stop —shit!”
I tugged her nipple harder as I inched her dress up and over her ass. The feeling of her soft, supple skin beneath my fingertips caused my dick to brick in my pants.
My hand slipped between her thighs where I found the seat of her panties wet with desire. Pulling them aside, I parted her slick lower lips and strummed her clit. She gasped and tossed her head back as she arched against my hand.
“Oooo shit… fuck!”
Her chest heaved as her nails dug into my arm. I slipped my fingers into her wet tunnel, slowly moving them in and out for a few minutes before I located her G-spot.
When I stimulated her clit as I stroked her, her walls clamped around my messy digits.
“Wh-why are you doing this to me?” she whispered.
“’Cause I love the way you cum for me. Don’t you think you deserve to cum like this?”
“Yes… I’m almost there…”
“Look at me, mama.”
Her head dropped back down, and her eyes met mine. I licked my lips as I watched the pleasure dancing in her beautiful orbs.
“There you go… That’s my good girl. Cum for me. Make that fucking mess.”
The walls of her pussy gripped my fingers, and her body trembled against mine. Her mouth opened, and I covered it with mine, swallowing her cries of pleasure.
She slumped against me, panting heavily. She moaned softly as I pulled my fingers away. I lifted her from the counter and placed her on her feet.
“Now you can leave.”
Moving past her, I grabbed some soap, then washed and dried my hands. Without another word, I opened the bathroom door and left out.
I sauntered my way back into the party, cool as a cucumber. My eyes scanned the crowd for Raheem. I found him in a corner talking to Imani and looking around suspiciously like he wasn’t trying to get caught by Rhythm.
Imani didn’t look happy at all. He seemed like he was trying to calm her down to avoid making a scene. I watched as he leaned in and whispered something in her ear.
Her face seemed to soften. She nodded, and the next thing I knew, she was leaving. I shook my head as I made my way to the bar. That nigga was gonna get caught up yet.
After ordering my drink, I copped a seat on a barstool to survey the crowd. Rhythm finally emerged from the bathroom.
I chuckled to myself as I watched her pull it together. She walked over to the woman I knew as Emerald’s wife and her friend I remembered as Monique.
They spoke for a moment then shared an embrace with Rhyon before she left them be.
Her lips were moving a mile a minute, and I could only guess that she was telling her about what transpired. Her friend wore a wide grin as she looked around the room.
When her eyes landed on me, she pointed, but Rhythm slapped her hand down. I raised my glass in their direction and smiled.
While her friend waved, Rhythm folded her arms and glared at me. By this time, Raheem had made his way back across the room to her.
They spoke briefly before making their way toward the exit. I gulped down the rest of my drink and followed. We met at the elevator, and I could feel her tense up.
“You leaving?” Raheem asked.
“Yeah, I have an early day tomorrow.”
“Word.”
The elevator door opened, and we stepped on.
“Channing, I don’t think you met Monique,” Raheem said, pointing to the brown-skinned beauty standing next to Rhythm. “She’s my lady’s best friend and an old classmate of mine.”
I extended my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Monique.”
“Mmm hmm,” she mumbled with a smirk. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nique, since you’re moving out here, maybe you two can hang out,” Raheem suggested.
“Mmm, maybe not. No offense, I just don’t think Channing and I are for each other. You know how you Hollywood niggas can be. I didn’t come out here to catch a case.”
I chuckled. “I’d hate to be the reason you end up in jail.”
Raheem shook his head. “Channing is good people.”
Rhythm snapped at him. “Raheem, she said no. Leave those grown ass people alone.”
I bit back a smirk. Was she being territorial?
Raheem pursed his lips the rest of the ride down. We stepped off the elevator and headed out into the cool night air. Rhythm handed the valet her ticket and so did I. While we waited, Raheem pulled her off to the side to talk in private, leaving me alone with her friend. She looked up at me with a smirk.
“I hope you enjoyed tonight’s festivities,” she said coyly.
“I most certainly did.”
“Mmm hmm. Word of advice.” She turned to face me fully. “Don’t get too invested. I’m sure that…” she nodded her head at Rhythm and Raheem, “it’s going to be a thing again. Even good dick can’t compete with a woman in love.”
I smirked. “So, she said it was good dick?”
She laughed as my car pulled up to the curb. “Good night, Channing.”
“Good night.”
I nodded my head at Raheem as I rounded the vehicle to the driver’s side. My eyes met Rhythm’s briefly before she shyly averted her gaze. I chuckled to myself. This wasn’t over… not by a long shot.