Chapter 16 #2
“I thought you’d be used to women wanting to fuck you,” she laughed, pinching my cheek, but my face remained stoic. I wasn’t feeling this shit. Not tonight. Not ever.
“When they come back, I have a work emergency.”
“Neither of us is getting fucked tonight, so have a drink and relax. I can handle Tyra.”
“How the fuck can I enjoy my drink with a nigga swinging dick serving it?”
Navie broke character laughing at the perfectly timed muscular ass server walking by in a thong.
“You didn’t know Velour was a sex club? I thought this was your city,” she mocked.
“Motherfucka’s aren’t breaking the law. They’re just freaky as fuck.”
“You act like you know everything else.”
“What I know is we’re getting the fuck out of here.”
“You don’t quit a job without another lined up.” Her neck fell to one side, asking, “Do you have another donor?” Navie raised an eyebrow, “Exactly. We came for the check. We leave with the check.”
“You have an hour to make that shit happen. After that, we’re leaving if I have to drag yo’ ass out myself.”
“Thanks, Daddy ,” Navie taunted.
“Keep talking like that, you will be getting fucked tonight.” My words were warmer, matching the tender murmur in hers.
I kept my hand on Navie’s back following her to the bar.
She insisted that I have a drink, like that would change my stance.
Navie was the apple of everyone’s eye, settling into the booth.
She scooted closer like she wanted to climb into my fuckin’ skin at every wink or friendly smile.
For someone who commanded attention, I assumed she was used to it.
“I’ll extend the clock if you give me a show,” I whispered in Navie’s ear because I was bored as fuck.
Navie’s frown and arched brows didn’t surprise me. I preferred it, honestly. The suggestion was just to get her mouth riled up to entertain me.
“Not a chance. I’m not living out your freaky fantasy. The check isn’t that important.”
Important enough that she didn’t jump at my offer to leave. Now she was glued to my side, allowing my hands to touch her in ways she hadn’t before. All because she wanted my square jaw and hooded eyes to ward off anybody attempting to approach her.
“Or maybe you’re trynna’ to tell me something, Blue. You into this kinky shit?”
“I don’t know what I’m into,” she admitted, in between sips of her drink. “But I’m mostly into money. If this is what I have to endure to get it,” she shrugged, but her energy felt heavy after.”
“You’re popular around this bitch.”
“Jealous?” she asked, over her shoulder.
“Hell yeah. If dude in the black shirt walks by here again, I’m breaking his jaw.”
Navie sucked her teeth, “You don’t have hands like that.”
“I don’t have what?” I asked, throwing a light jab, just enough for her to flinch. Batting my fist away, I tossed another, then another.
“Stop!” she giggled, but she was leaning in, not away.
“Nah, you wanted it. Fight back, Blue,” I reminded her, before hooking an arm around her and pulling her closer.
Mr. Black tee was back, staring at her like I didn’t exist. Blue was a lot to stare at, but he had me fucked up.
“Aye,” I called out with a bass in my voice that Navie recognized.
Grabbing my face, she did the only thing she could to tame me. Navie’s tongue roamed my mouth, while her fingers curled my shirt. My hand cupped her jaw, clinging to the sweetness of her lips, making me forget about all the eyes that lingered too damn long.
“No fuckin’ up the church’s money, right?”
She was doing it again. Scooting closer and adjusting the front of her halter top like she was exposed.
“Oh, I can touch you now, because they got you shook,” I teased.
“I can move,” Navie rebutted.
There was no doubt she would if I kept running my mouth, so I flashed my palms in surrender. After tonight, she was liable not to let me touch her again for seventy-two hours, so I relished in her skin glued to mine.
“C’mere.” She bit her lip, shaking her head no. Then, I grabbed her neck, pulling her lips within inches of my face, “Stop playing with me.”
Her lips and my hand slid down her thighs. It was nothing fake about how Navie angled her neck to suck on my tongue. Real. Slow. Deep, tugging my bottom lip between hers. I forgot where we were as my hand slipped under the halter top, rolling her beady nipple between my fingers.
A hand brushed against mine, and I almost catapulted Navie across the room, surging to my feet.
“Aye! You lost your fuckin’ mind?”
Navie’s hand flew to my chest to check my attitude. I was too focused on the couple standing here, as if we had asked for extras in the show.
“Just admiring the view. We thought you might be open to some company,” she explained, squirming.
“Get your girl before you inherit her ass whooping.”
“So much for that progressive platform you preach about,” her man added as if that shit would change my mind.
“That doesn’t have shit to do with my lady or whatever you wanna do to her.”
Navie slid her fingers up to my neck and pulled me down just enough so our foreheads touched.
“No thanks. It’s a private party.” Her voice was velvet and laced with warning.
She half shrugged, disappointed, “I’m Carmen. If you change your mind, come find us.” Then she disappeared in the crowd, with her man staggering behind.
“Do I really need to remind you to chill the fuck out?” Navie whispered through gritted teeth.”
“He wanted to bend me over, and you too. He’s lucky that’s all his bitch ass got.”
“Let’s find Carter and get this money. It’s time to go before you lose it in here.”
“Best idea you’ve had all night.”
I was over it. Whatever charm this club was supposed to have, it wore off the second we passed a man in a dog collar and a woman on a leash in pearls. Navie walked in front of me like she was on a mission, searching for Carter.
“This is your campaign. I thought you’d be a little more motivated,” she threw back over her shoulder.
“Playing somebody’s bitch for a check isn’t how I do business.”
Somehow I played Navie’s tonight. She was determined, her big brown eyes pleading, making me weak. Slipping past a foursome in a cage, I remained close, one hand on the small of her back for my own sanity.
Navie pushed past gauzy curtains toward a hallway lined with doors. Some were closed, and others weren’t allowing moaning, leather, and chains to spill into the hallway. Navie abruptly stopped outside a cracked door, causing me to crash into her body.
Tyra was on a raised platform, commanding attention even without sound.
Her hands trailed over a woman kneeling in leather straps, accentuating her curves.
Carter stood back a few feet, glass in hand, watching the scene like an audience member at a theater.
His eyes never left Tyra, and he didn’t seem threatened.
More like he was enjoying the show she was putting on for him.
She froze beside me, heels soft against the floor. I could feel her pulse quicken. Not from the kink, but from the audacity of the display.
“Go get Carter,” she asserted.
“I’m not taking my ass in there,” I refuted.
“She said she wanted to talk numbers, and I know you don’t want me going in there.”
“The only numbers she wants to discuss are how many times she can make you cum .”
Blue sucked her teeth, refusing to accept defeat. “Just tell them we’re leaving. Professional courtesy.”
“You’re trying to be professional, and grown ass men are arguing about lube next door.”
“Do it, Tre, or I’m going in,” she threatened, shoving me forward.
Blue was right. She wasn’t taking her ass in there, so I had no choice. Tyra’s gaze found the crack in the door, and she smiled knowingly, as if she’d been expecting spectators.
“Enjoying yourselves?” she called, voice low, playful.
Carter looked up, unfazed.
“We’re heading out. We have an early morning. We can circle back at your office. ”
I had already been here longer than I wanted. Grabbing Navie’s hand, I guided us to the exit, not sticking around for their response. By the time we got back to the house, we were both buzzing and hungry after a long ass night.
Navie kicked off her heels and immediately went to change. Her fat ass couldn’t eat and enjoy her food unless she was comfortable. It took me a lot less time to change, so I was halfway done when she finally resurfaced in a nightgown.
“What a weird ass night,” she sighed, sitting on the counter, unpacking her food.
“I peeped how she kept giving you compliments and shit. What scent are you wearing ? Those jeans were made for your body . Thirsty ass.”
“In front of her husband at that.” Navie laughed through a bite of chicken, “I couldn’t believe it.”
I shook my head, chuckling despite myself. “Carter enjoyed that shit.”
“You didn’t. I thought you were going to tank the whole campaign and show your ass.”
“ Arrangement or not, you belong to me, and I don’t play about what’s mine. I’d never let somebody play with you like that,” I said, both mesmerized and jealous as fuck at the hot honey wing in her mouth.
The other night gave me a glimpse of something real. Now I was addicted to the possibility of more. I let the quiet stretch, enjoying how good peace looked on her.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, voice light but cautious.
“You let me touch you tonight. A lot .” She watched me wipe my hands before stepping between her legs. “I can get used to that.”
“Don’t make this all weird.”
Her proximity had me in desperate need of another touch, like a dog in heat. There was no throttling the dizzy current racing through my hands on her hips. Navie could feel it too, and I think my eagerness excited her. She was just too scared to admit it.
“I give you a leash out there because you’re cute and I like that slick shit you talk. This is my classroom, and I’m in charge. I run this,” I growled against her ear.
“That doesn’t scare me.”
“Scare you?” I let out a low laugh, easing my hand underneath her nightgown. “Why would I wanna scare you, Blue?”