Chapter 13
—AZANI
It was Valentine’s Day, and I had so much planned for Devyn.
I did all my regular shit—flowers, private chefs, somewhere secluded so we could be alone.
One of her gifts was something I hoped she wouldn’t reject.
I rushed the jeweler, but I paid a lot of mothafuckin’ money for him to make sure it was finished on time.
G supplied the diamond, so that part was straight.
As I waited for Devyn to get to the strip, I opened the box and looked at the ring. It wasn’t her engagement ring; I had time for that. This was a promise that I’d do right, that I wouldn’t manipulate her or situations around her. That she could trust me with her heart again.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I knew it was Devyn.
Bratty Baby: I’m pulling up now.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket along with the ring and stood to step off the jet. When I stepped off, I saw Vic’s truck driving toward me. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them from the cold it was. But the closer Vic’s truck got, the warmer I felt.
Everything slowed down for a minute. It had been two days since I laid eyes on her. I’d been in New York, strategizing and putting shit together to get Shadow before he made another move. The next three days would be for Devyn and me. Anything and everything could wait until I got back.
As soon as Vic’s truck stopped, I moved.
I wasn’t tryna rush, but I had to see her.
When the door swung open, the first thing I saw was her smile.
Then, I smelled her. That shit hypnotized me every time.
Light makeup, but she never skipped her gloss.
Her nails were different, too. Blood red and a little longer than she usually wore them.
“Hi, baby,” she said, grabbing my hand.
“Wassup, baby? You ready?”
She stepped out, so I could finally look at her. Long fur coat. The Louboutin booties I bought her when I was in Italy. The black pants she wore looked painted on, and I just knew how fat her ass looked in them. I peeped how she wore the necklace I got her for her birthday, too.
Devyn was bad, and if I wanted to keep her, there was certain shit I had to do. Like, right now, I wanna be rubbing all over her body, kissing her, and whispering in her ear about all the nasty shit I wanted to do to her, but I chilled. I had three days to show her, and I was moving at her speed.
“I’m ready,” she said, smiling all soft and shy like she’d been doing for the last few weeks.
I led her up the stairs as the crew moved around, grabbing her luggage. The moment I stepped inside behind her, she was in my space, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking up at me.
“I can’t get a kiss now?” She smirked, pouting.
“You can have whatever you want from me, Bratty Baby,” I said, leaning in and kissing her slow enough so I stayed in control, but enough that she felt where shit was going by the time we made it to our destination.
Pulling away from her, I watched her eyes flutter open with that look on her face that told me she was tired of holding out. Her eyes moved all over my face, then up to my hair. I wore it up on purpose because I knew she’d ask me to take it down.
She frowned, reaching for my hair. “Why is it up, Azani? Take it down, please.”
“Why?” I murmured, grinning. “You want your hands in it?”
“Yes… I want to touch it. I want to touch you,” she said, rubbing her palms up and down my chest.
She was playing a dangerous ass game with me.
A whole month of her not touching me had me using every piece of patience I had to keep my lips off her and to keep from undressing her right on this jet.
But I took my hair down and watched her.
Her hands moved up my chest to my neck and then right into my hair, rubbing my scalp.
I closed my eyes, letting her rub her fingers through my hair, gripping her waist tighter because she knew what it did to me. Devyn didn’t give a fuck today. She wasn’t playing fair.
“Mr. Stone, Ms. Van Blair, if you could take your seats. We’re ready for departure,” one of the crew members said from behind me.
When I opened my eyes, I looked down at Devyn, and she had a sneaky ass grin on her face.
I sat down first and waited for her. Instead of just sitting down, she pulled her coat off, eyes locked on mine.
“You like my outfit?” she teased, turning slowly.
She knew how fat her ass looked in those pants when she left the house. My dick gon’ be hard this whole flight.
“Yeah,” I said, leaning back, watching her. “You know what the fuck you doing to me, Dev. It’s cool.”
She draped her coat on the back of her seat, then came and stood between my legs.
This gon’ be a long ass flight…
“Why you playing, baby?” I gripped the armrest, staring up at her.
“Why are you acting like you don’t wanna touch me? Like you’re scared of me or something?” she whispered, leaning closer to me.
“Scared? Dev… this lil’ shit you doing ain’t gon’ do nothing but make it worse later. I’m tryna chill.”
Her lips brushed mine and moved over to my face, then my neck. That alone almost sent me over the edge. My hands moved on their own, up the backs of her thighs, right to her ass and squeezing. It was soft as hell, spreading between my fingers.
“Act like you want me, Zani,” she whispered in my ear, then pulled away, sitting across from me.
The way she crossed her legs let me know she felt the same way I did: ready.
“I’m not acting. I’m tryna follow your rules, remember?” It came out rougher than I wanted it to, but she had me ready to put my mouth on every part of her body.
She licked her lips, shifting in her seat. Chest rising and falling faster as she stared at me. “What if I’m over the boundaries?”
“Why? That pussy wet? You want me? Just say it, baby.” I wouldn’t let her look away. I wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes, it’s wet,” she whispered, squirming.
“What’s wet, Dev?” I said quietly, sitting up.
She tucked her lip between her teeth, then licked it slowly. That shit had my heart racing. I knew hers was too, just from how fast her chest was rising. I leaned forward, and she uncrossed her legs, pushing her body further away, but I was already reaching.
“What’s wet, baby?” I asked again, low and soft, because I knew it would make her say it.
I slid my palms up her thighs, gripping right where I knew would have her body trembling. Then, she said it.
“Your pussy,” she whispered, breathing heavily.
“My pussy?” I said, pulling her closer. “So, it’s mine again?”
“Yes,” she gasped as I moved higher up her thighs, gripping them tighter.
“Hmmm,” I hummed, moving my hands up to her waist. “Ima remember that shit later. Don’t be crying when I do what I want to my pussy.”
Before I got carried away, I reached for her seat belt, then clicked it into place. As bad as I wanted her, I sat back, clicking mine into place too. We just stared at each other as the jet started moving. Neither of us wanted to look away.
As the plane took off, I watched Devyn. She always got nervous; she wanted to hold my hand or touch me until the plane was in the air. I reached for her hand, and she held it tight, closing her eyes. The higher the plane ascended, the more she loosened her grip, then she opened her eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I should have just sat beside you.”
The pilot came over the intercom: “You may now take off your seatbelts.”
“Come here,” I said, unclicking my seatbelt. “Right here on my lap.”
She moved slowly, but she unfastened her seatbelt, holding my eyes like she was scared I’d move too fast. After teasing me, she should’ve been scared.
When she finally made it over to me, she draped her legs across mine and curled her body in my lap like my lil’ baby.
I pulled her closer, rubbing my hand up and down her thigh.
“You just spoiled as hell, Dev,” I murmured. “Just couldn’t wait for me to hold you and rub all over you.”
That shy smile was back. She buried her face into my chest. “You made me this way,” she mumbled, rubbing her hand up and down my chest.
“I’m tryna keep you this way,” I said, leaning my seat back and laying her right on my chest where I knew she’d be comfortable.
Her body was so soft in my hands. Her scent wrapped around me, clouding my thoughts.
This was what I’d been waiting for. It was one thing for Devyn to want me, but a whole other thing for her to feel this safe with me again.
The more I rubbed her, the more her body relaxed.
She loved that shit, and I could tell from the way she was rubbing my beard.
“It’s soft but let it grow some more. You cut it lower this time,” she said, looking up at me.
I grabbed her hand, kissing her wrist, then all over it. “If you keep starving me, it won’t ever grow back right. I need that up off you, baby.”
She shifted her body, but I held her steady, gripping her thigh. I felt her heart thumping against me, then her body went still.
“You gon’ feed me my pussy? Let me suck and lick on it any way I want?” I whispered against her ear, rubbing all over her body.
She pressed her thighs together so tight, I could feel the muscle coiling under my hand. “I’ve been patient, baby. But tonight, I won’t be. I’m on you until you tell me to stop. You said I was acting like I didn’t want you, but I want you… I need you.”
Her body melted into mine, thighs trembling just enough to let me know she felt me. Then, her whole body went soft against me. I knew that feeling. That was her giving in. We both knew how this shit would go.
My chest was tight from how bad I wanted her.
Every day I was around her, I had to control myself.
Play by her rules. Pretend I had discipline when it came to her.
But now, I could let it all out. Put my hands and mouth wherever I wanted them, and from the way she was looking at me, she would let me.
The flight attendant came and stood in front of us with a cart, pulling us out of the trance we had each other in.