Chapter 8
Dos
Afew days had passed since Crystal cornered me in my office. We had exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up. I wasn’t sure what game she was playing, but after that foursome, fingering her pussy had only given me a taste of what I really wanted. And I wanted more.
I can’t lie—Crystal was fine as fuck. Uno always had a gorgeous woman on his arm. Her red hair was like a flame, burning wild, and well… she was hot as hell. That round ass, those hips, and her perfect tits were a dangerous combination. Just thinking about her had my dick getting hard.
I was finally off my rotation at the club, so I pulled out my phone and texted her. You free tonight?
A few seconds later, my phone buzzed. Yes.
I smirked, already knowing what was about to go down. I sent her the address to a spot, where we would meet up at around 8. I knew Uno would be working at the club, and Ivy had told me she planned to visit Nana since the nurse was out of town for the weekend.
I wasn’t sure exactly how the night would play out, but I was damn sure ready to find out. Another one of Uno’s girls was about to be on my dick.
All that smart-ass shit Uno kept saying about asking Ivy? Well, in less than thirty minutes, I was about to be asking Crystal what she knew—and more. I arrived at the address I sent her. It was a nice, secluded speakeasy, the kind of spot most people didn’t know about unless they were invited. Dim lighting, velvet seating, and a band playing soft jazz in the background set the mood. I took a seat in a dark corner, lit a fresh cigar, and took a slow puff.
Then I saw her.
“Fuck. Me.”
Crystal walked in like she owned the place, her red hair cascading over her bare shoulders. The little black dress she had on clung to her curves like it was designed just for her body. My smirk deepened at the thought of Uno busy working while I was about to be working on his bitch.
She spotted me and sauntered over, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. When she reached the table, I stood, my eyes dragging over every inch of her.
“You clean up nice,” she teased, sliding into the booth.
“So do you,” I said, taking another slow puff. “That dress is dangerous.”
She leaned in, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Good thing you like danger.”
I chuckled, my hand finding her thigh under the table. “I do. But I like knowing what I’m walking into even more.”
Crystal shivered under my touch but didn’t pull away. Instead, she crossed her legs, trapping my hand between them. “Then maybe you should ask the right questions.”
I squeezed her thigh. “What did you really want to tell me the other night?”
She licked her lips, eyes flicking down to my mouth before meeting mine again. “I think you already know.”
I leaned in, my fingers tracing slow circles against her skin. “I want to hear you say it.”
She exhaled, shifting closer until our bodies were nearly touching. “I know things, Dos. And I know you want answers.”
I slid my hand higher. “And what do you want?”
Crystal tilted her head, her lips inches from mine. “Maybe the same thing you do.”
I waved the server over, ordering us both drinks. Crystal chose a smooth whiskey neat, and I went with my usual—bourbon on the rocks. The jazz in the background wrapped around us, setting the perfect mood. I leaned in, inhaling her perfume. It was sweet but bold, just like her.
"You picked a good spot," she said, swirling her drink. "I like the ambiance."
I smirked. "Figured you'd appreciate something low-key. Didn’t want Uno stumbling in and fucking up the vibe."
She chuckled, sipping her whiskey. "Uno wouldn’t think to look for me in a place like this."
I let my eyes roam over her, taking in the way her dress clung to every perfect curve. "Damn, Crystal. You trying to make it hard for a man to concentrate?"
She smirked, tilting her head. "I dress to be admired. And it looks like you’re appreciating it just fine."
My hand inched up her thigh, testing the waters. The soft, warm skin beneath my fingertips sent a jolt through me. That’s when I realized—she wasn’t wearing any panties. My dick twitched at the discovery, and she noticed, biting her lip as she leaned in closer.
"What did you really want to tell me?" I asked, my fingers tracing lazy circles against her bare skin.
She exhaled slowly, her voice dropping. "I was curious… about you. About Ivy. About why things ended the way they did with Uno.”
I took a slow sip of my drink. "Uno called it off."
Her fingers played with the collar of my shirt. "And do you think Ivy truly moved on?"
I raised a brow. "Why wouldn’t she have?”
Crystal ran her nails lightly over my wrist. "Call it a woman’s intuition."
I didn’t answer right away, letting my hand slide higher, pressing against her inner thigh. She parted them just a little, inviting me in. My fingers teased her, feeling the warmth between her legs. I bit back a groan.
"You’re playing a dangerous game, Crystal," I murmured.
She tilted her head, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her lips. "You think so?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “You are so fuckable.”
"How did you feel walking in on me, Ivy, and Uno that night?" she asked, licking her lips. "Tell me."
I smirked, leaning back. "At first? Pissed. Then… jealous."
“Jealous? Why?”
I took another sip of my drink before answering. “It’s not every day you see your brother fucking your girl. And then there was you. It was almost criminal that that nigga get to play in your pussy, too.”
Crystal traced a finger down my chest. "What if we could do it again?"
I raised a brow. "Why do that when we could just keep this between us?"
She leaned closer, her breath hot against my skin. "Because that would be lying to two people we really care about." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "But… I would be down for an episode with you and Ivy."
I let her words sink in, my fingers pressing against her a little harder. She gasped, and I smirked. "I can make that happen."
I sat back in my seat, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as I watched Crystal. The low jazz notes in the background played like the perfect soundtrack to our little arrangement. She licked her lips, eyes filled with something dangerous, something exciting.
"So, we have a deal?" she purred, sliding a perfectly manicured hand along my thigh.
I smirked, letting my fingers trail beneath the hem of her dress. "Looks like it. But you sure you can handle this? You talk a good game, Crystal, but this ain't just fun and games."
She let out a soft moan as my fingers brushed against her bare heat. My dick twitched at her moist center.
"I'm not worried, Dos. The real question is—can you handle me?" She bit her lip as I slid one finger inside her, feeling how wet she already was. I kept my gaze locked onto hers, watching her expression shift from confidence to pleasure.
"Oh, I can handle you," I murmured, sliding another finger in, curling them just right. Her breath hitched, her thighs parting further. "But I wanna know—what made you bring up another round with Ivy? You miss that shit?"
Crystal let out a breathy chuckle. "I won't lie. That night was something else. But I know Ivy, and I know you. You wanna play the game, you better play it right. You think Uno really let her go?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Ivy’s with me now. Whatever her and Uno had is done."
She arched a brow, rocking against my hand. "If you say so." Her voice was teasing, but her body was in heat. "But I think we should all get what we want."
I pressed my thumb against her clit, making her gasp. "And what is it you want, Crystal?"
She grabbed my wrist, holding me there as she rode the wave. "This... and more."
Her body clenched around my fingers as she came, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out. I brought my hand up, my fingers glistening with her release. Crystal leaned in, taking one finger into her mouth, licking it clean, her tongue teasing my skin. My dick throbbed at the sight.
"Damn, girl," I muttered, licking the rest off my fingers. "Your dangerous."
She smirked, fixing her dress as she slid out of the booth. "And you love it."
I followed her out, walking her to her car. The night air was thick, the tension between us even thicker. I wanted to bend her over the hood, claim her right there in the parking lot. But I held back.
"I'll see you soon, Dos," she whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek before sliding into her car.
I watched her drive off, my fists clenching. My dick was still hard, but patience was a virtue. Soon enough, I'd have her. And Ivy. And the last laugh over Uno.
I smirked to myself, lighting up a cigar as I walked back to my car. “That bitch is crazy. Fine as fuck but crazy.”