34. Blessing
I could feel Saint’s eyes on me as I rummaged through my closet. The worst part of going on vacation is packing for the trip. “You know I could’ve just bought you clothes for the trip.” He said, walking up behind me. I could feel his hard dick pressed up against my bare ass.
“Nope. Saint move!” I spun around and shoved him back. He chuckled and grabbed my arms. Taking a seat on the ottoman, he pulled me into his lap. “I don’t need new clothes. I have shit in here I’ve never worn. Plus, you just spent a band on clothes for the girls. I’m fine, Papa.”
“Aight, Bless. I ain’t gone beg you to spend this bread.” He gazed down at me, eyes filled with something unexplainable. “You can’t expect me not to touch on you when you’re walking around with your ass swallowing that thong. I ain’t never wanted to be a pair of panties so bad.”
I sucked my teeth and mushed him. “You’re disgusting.”
“Seriously, though, before we go on vacation, I think we need to have a conversation. We haven’t really talked about what happened. I wanna lay everything out. So whatever you’ve got to get off your chest, speak now.”
I sighed and switched positions so I could straddle him.
“There’s not much more for me to say. You were dead ass wrong for keeping that shit from me and allowing me to be friends with a bitch you used to fuck.
Bitch walkin’ around talkin’ about I stole her spot.
I never gave side bitch. I don’t know what spot she thought she had.
” I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed just thinking about it.
When Messiah told me all the shit she said, I was baffled.
That bitch is delusional, and she needs a straitjacket.
“On my daddy, I fucked her less than ten times. She was just something to do when I was single and on breaks with Mariah. I never gave her the impression that we were anything more than fuck buddies. I might’ve sent her money a few times, bought her a lil bag, but that was it.”
“And that right there is why she thought she was yours. Can’t be out here trickin’ on bitches and expect them not to catch feelings. Trick ass nigga.”
“You don’t complain when you swipin’ the strip off that Amex though.”
“And don’t. For real though, don’t ever play in my fucking face like that again.” I trailed my hand up his chest until I reached his neck and gave it a slight squeeze. “I’m not mentally stable enough to deal with shit like that.”
His breath hitched as his dick jumped underneath me. “Chill. I’m trying to give that pussy a break.” He smacked my ass before grabbing a handful. “I learned my lesson. I ain’t tryna end up like the last two security guards.”
“You’re so stupid.” I laughed and mushed him.
“Why you ain’t tell me, Bless? I know that shit happened before me, but still.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know Saint. How was I supposed to tell you that I paid someone to kill my ex because he was beating my ass? I planned on taking that shit to the grave.”
“You could’ve told me Rell was harassing you. You have three niggas in your life that would’ve handled that shit. Just cause I ain’t in the streets don’t mean I won’t lay a nigga down behind you. Hell and jail, baby.”
My heart fluttered at his words. “I love you, Saint.”
A few days later, we landed in Turks they were fucking athletes!
“I’m done playing with y’all. It’s not a fair game!” I whined, stomping.
“Aye, don’t be a sore loser, baby. This was your idea.” Saint chuckled, making his way towards me. As soon as he reached me, I turned and ran back towards the cabana. In my head, I was running fast as hell, but in reality, I wasn’t getting anywhere. Nobody told me how hard it is to run in sand.
A squeal left my mouth as Saint picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. He slapped my ass before carrying me the rest of the way.
“It’s getting late. I’m about to close our tab and get us a taxi back to the house. I know y’all don’t feel like walking all the way back.” Dru said as he walked up, his arm draped across Chanel.
“I don’t care how late it is, one of y’all is gonna order some food,” Taryn said, rubbing her stomach. “I’m hungry as hell, and I need something to soak up this liquor before we head out tonight.”
While scrolling through social media, I came across a popular club that plays hip-hop and R everybody had that shit on.
EST Gee’s 5500 Degrees flowed from the speakers as we stepped inside. Colored lights flashed throughout the club.
“Damn, it’s lit in here!” Taryn said, voice slightly elevated. She grabbed onto my hand as we followed the waitress to our section.
Saint’s hand rested on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. A few people whispered, looking our way. I knew they would recognize him. The waitress stopped in front of a large section overlooking the dance floor.
“Let me know if y’all need anything,” She smiled. Her Caribbean accent was thick. We thanked her and took seats on the plush sofa. Top-shelf tequila and cognac were already sitting in buckets of ice along with cups and chasers.
Dru immediately grabbed a bottle and started pouring shots. “To peace, love, happiness, and more life!” He said as we clanked our glasses together and threw the shots back. The liquor burned on the way down, but I shook that shit off.
“I’m going to dance,” Chanel announced, after throwing another shot back.
“Me too!” Taryn said, standing with her.
They grabbed my hands to pull me up, but Saint pulled me into his lap, securing his arms around my waist.
“Where you think you goin?” He murmured into my ear.
“To dance,” I giggled.
“You seen how them niggas were staring when we walked in? Nah. Y’all can dance right here.”
I rolled my eyes, “Saint, please, they were staring at you and Rome. Did you forget who y’all are?”
He sucked his teeth and removed his arms from around my waist. “Go ahead, but I’m coming with y’all.”
I stood from his lap and grabbed his hand, leading him out to the dance floor. My arms went around his neck, his around my waist as we swayed along with the music. His warm brown eyes gazed down at me. I smiled, returning his gaze.
“You ever made love to a thug in the club with his ice on?” He leaned down, rapping along with Jeezy.
His hands slid from my waist to my ass. I brought my face closer to his, singing with him.
Before I knew it, his lips were on mine.
We kissed passionately, our tongues danced around each other.
It felt like everyone around us had disappeared.
Like, there was no one but us in the club.
Whistles and claps sounded around us, causing me to pull away from the heated kiss. All eyes were on us.
Saint spun me around so my back was against his chest and led me back to the section.
I could feel his hard dick pressed against my ass.
Chanel and Taryn followed behind us. Before Saint could sit down, Dru pulled him away.
So, I took a seat next to my girls and threw back a couple shots.
Saint returned a while later with an unreadable expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, taking my usual seat in his lap.
“It’s handled.” He responded, repeatedly kissing my lips. I didn’t need to ask what he meant; I already knew. The news felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. We spent the rest of the night throwing back shots and enjoying the night. Almost like a celebration.
The ride back from the club went by quickly. All I could think about was how good I was about to fuck my man. His hand had found its way up my dress during the ride home, and the thong I’d left the house in was now stuffed into his pocket.
“Let me check on Journey,” I whispered, words slurring as Saint carried me to our room.
Instead of waiting, he continued to our room while I pushed Journey’s door open slightly.
My hand froze on the knob. Journey and Serenity were tangled in the sheets, making out.
They were so deep into the kiss, they didn’t hear the door open.
I backed out and shut the door behind me.
For a moment, I stood there frozen with shock.
Rushing down the hall, I slipped into my room.
“You good?” Saint asked. He was already stripped out of his clothes. Naked body on full display. I licked my lips, letting my eyes roam his frame.
I nodded, deciding to keep what I saw to myself. But, Journey had some explaining to do.