I sucked my teeth as I looked at her.
“Okay, Little Thug.”
She finished the potatoes before whirling on me again. “Why don’t you try saying something nice about me, Mekhi? Would it kill you?”
I wasn’t one to stroke anybody’s ego, so I just looked at her. She stared back at me like she expected something. I shrugged.
“I mean, you got perfect dick-sucking lips,” I said.
I was fucking with her, but it wasn’t a lie. Farrah had full, sexy lips, set off by a little beauty mark. Her mouth fell open in shock. She glared at me before taking the bowl of fries over to the sink.
“You’re a jackass,” she muttered, rinsing the potatoes.
“Why? I’m sure your boyfriend already told you that.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“That’s not what?—”
“We date occasionally, okay? He was just trying to protect me from you.”
I dropped the chicken in the fryer before turning to watch her. She had washed the potatoes and was drying them on sheets of paper towels. She looked so aggravated that I kind of felt bad for the half-assed compliment I gave her.
“What you want a nigga to say, Farrah? You already know you’re pretty and smart as fuck. Want me to act starstruck?”
“I don’t want anything from you, Mekhi. Where’s your vegetable oil?” she asked, picking up the brownie mix.
I watched as she preheated the oven and grabbed eggs as I got the oil from the lower cabinet. I got a bowl for her, too. She took it without saying anything and I smirked at her attitude.
“Give me the bowl when you finish.”
She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. I liked her with an attitude—it made her even cuter. While she stirred the brownies up, I got a pan and sprayed it before setting it down for her to use. She searched through the utensils I kept in a caddybeside the stove until she found a spatula. After she scraped the bowl, she handed it to me.
“Thank you,” I said.
She turned around, her back pressed to the counter as she eyeballed me. “You shouldn’t taste that. The raw eggs?—”
I didn’t want to hear that sermon. In fact, I didn’t want to talk at all after watching her pretty ass in action. I took the spatula and swiped chocolate across her bottom lip.
“Mekhi! What are you doing? Just because you want E. Coli or salmonella doesn’t mean?—”
She stopped as I leaned forward and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. I swiped it clean with my tongue before letting go. She was frozen in place, surprised by my actions. Before she could move, I smeared a drop of the mix on her neck. I set the bowl down, then pulled her closer to me. My mouth went to the chocolate I’d left on her neck. I licked it up before sucking on the soft spot. She moaned as her head fell back.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stuttered again.
I didn’t answer her because I didn’t know. Farrah worked my nerves, but something about her made my dick hard as fuck. I let my kisses blaze a trail back to her lips, nipping them gently until her mouth opened for me. I kissed her then, letting my tongue tease hers as she pressed her body against mine. My hands circled her waist before easing down to grab that fat ass. She gasped but didn’t break the kiss. Grabbing my shoulders, she lifted herself up on her tiptoes. I slid my fingers to the hem of the short little dress and slowly eased them under. She didn’t protest as I lifted the soft material over her thighs to bunch around her waist. I released her lips long enough to look down at her panties. A pair of pink briefs edged in lace, they weren’t the most revealing I’d ever seen, but something about them on her made them sexy as fuck. I couldn’t wait to slide my fingers beneath them and see how wet she was for me.
The timer on the wings sounded suddenly.Fuuuuck!I had forgotten I was even cooking. She pulled back, her eyes glued to my face. I rubbed a hand over my eyes and cursed before turning my attention to the deep fryer.
“We need to stop meeting in the kitchen,” she whispered, trying to make a joke.
I didn’t answer, watching, instead, as she opened the oven and slid the brownies in. She turned back to me slowly, silent as she tried to read my face. She must not have liked what she saw because she sighed deeply.
“What was that about?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? Then why?—”
