8. Mahasin #2
That laugh—deep and smooth—made my pussy jump every damn time. The sound startled the nectar out of me, leaving me aching for him even more. I could already see him between my thighs, devouring me while my fingers tangled in those thick curls.
Yeah… where the fuck is Amber?
“Rich can be subjective, but if we’re talking financially,” he said, smirking, “let’s just say I’m emotionally unattached to broke shit.”
He chuckled and leaned back, eyes glinting. “What about you? A birthing center requires not only financial backing but also support from some very important people. Let me find out you’re among the elites, Dr. St. James.”
“Now who’s the big shit talker, Mr…?”
“Blaque. My full name is Gage Blaque.”
Damn. Even his name was sexy.
“Well, Mr. Blaque,” I teased, “just like you, I’m emotionally unattached to broke shit. My father is a judge, and my mama’s a retired surgeon. So yeah, I got a few people on speed dial if I need them—mayors, councilwomen, head surgeons, the Ghostbusters, you name it.”
He chuckled again and turned his attention toward the TV.
I watched him raise his glass, the golden liquor tracing the curve of his lips before disappearing past his throat.
His Adam’s apple flexed as he swallowed, and those full, smooth lips…
Goodness. I found myself imagining the feel of his bottom lip between mine and nearly moaned into my glass.
He was all man—and I needed a sample.
“So let me ask you, what has a beautiful woman like yourself here all alone this evening?”
“Who said I was alone?” I smirked.
“Pardon my assumption,” Gage said, leaning closer, “but we’ve been talking for a good fifteen minutes uninterrupted, and if you were mine, there’s no way I’d leave you to give anyone else this kind of attention.”
“Oh, you mean that kind of alone. Gotcha. Well, I’m here with my social-butterfly best friend over there,” I said, pointing to Amber.
“Oh, Amber?” he asked.
“Yeah, how you know her?” My voice held a little edge—if Amber had gotten some of Gage’s dick, I was one, going to be pissed and two, going to be all in her business about what he was working with.
“Naw, not like that, Dollface. The guys she’s talking to are who I came in with. She brought a few women over to our circle for some light convo. I’ve never seen her before tonight,” he explained.
Dollface ?
“Yeah, so get that screwed up look off your pretty face. No need to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. What reason would I have to be jealous?” I laughed, though my tone gave me away.
Gage turned his whole body to face me on the stool and said, “Maybe it’s more disappointment than jealousy.
Disappointed that we’ve been sitting here flirting, both our bodies craving each other—you fat and moist between the thighs, me pretending to stretch but really adjusting my dick because it’s so hard I could bust through this marble countertop.
I’ve been inhaling your strawberry essence, imagining me sucking on your pussy until tears roll down your face, ignoring your tap-out because I want to enter you slowly and fully…
only to find out you’d already been with one of my boys?
I’d be jealous enough to have to run them a fade real quick. ”
We laughed in unison, eyes locked.
He rose from the stool and stood in front of me. I slowly turned as he positioned himself between my legs. Even with me perched high on the stool, Gage still had to bend to look me in the face. He rubbed his nose against mine, and my breathing turned ragged.
“Your energy feels like Heaven on Earth, Mahasin. I’m drawn to you, and this is different for me—I’ve never wanted to be this intimate with any woman, ever.”
“Gage…” I whispered. My drunk, vulnerable ass should not have been this close to this fine man—but nothing in me wanted to pull away. He began to softly peck my lips, and I happily welcomed it. Hell, I damn near begged for it.
“I said I only wanted to give myself to a woman that if I never built a relationship with, I’d still want to be her friend.” Kiss. “Protect her heart.” Kiss. “Provide for her.” Kiss. “Somebody I’d always save room in my heart for.”
Gage kissed me more passionately, and just as I let my body relax, he slid his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it greedily, my panties destroyed. This was the first time I’d ever been ready to cum just from kissing.
Before I could release in my slacks like the nasty little hoe I was, Gage broke the kiss and stared into my eyes.
“Can I have you, Mahasin—physically just for the night, but emotionally forever?” he asked.
Now I knew better. A one-night stand was not the style of valedictorian, summa cum laude, Dr. St. James. I dated with purpose—to find the love of my life, a husband with whom to build a legacy. I was too damn bougie for a one-night stand.
However, dating with purpose had gotten me nothing but a broken heart and my Lexus chopped down by Pookie and ‘em. Damn, I loved that car.
Fuck it. It was time to live in the moment. And by the looks of Gage, I was pretty sure he was experienced enough to make me climb the walls.
“Only if you can live up to your name, Gage, and guarantee me that I’ll be physically satisfied and emotionally connected to you forever.”