Pulling the front door open, I stopped in my tracks. Tunan was standing on the porch looking so fucking good that I wanted to take him in the house and let him have his way with me. I didn’t even care that my mother was now living within a few walls of me. He could take me right now, and I’d be okay with her hearing. I eyed him from head to toe and shuddered internally. We hadn’t had sex since I’d been home from the hospital, and the last time he was over here, I thought it was going to be the night he finally gave me the dick. He’d been holding out like I hadn’t had it before. However, he had been pleasing me orally so I couldn’t complain. It was good, too good, but I needed penetration.
“Fuck, Glow.” He grabbed my hand, helping me step down from the doorway.
Holding my hand up, he turned my body so that he could get a three-sixty view. Tunan was salivating over me, but he was looking damn good himself. He was in black slacks thatstopped right above the ankle. His top was a silk-like material and stopped right at his waist, showing the Prada belt that matched his loafers. Everything about him was immaculate, and the Ferrari resting in the driveway was the perfect backdrop. He’d been in it when we drove to the hospital, but I’d been too hysterical to care.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I lowered my head to hide the blush on my cheeks.
“I love dis color on you, my baby.” He ran his fingers through the strands of my hair.
My stylist had done a custom brown-and-blond mixture to mimic the braids I’d had in. I loved the colorway and wanted my sew-in dyed with the same mixture.
“Thank you. I’m glad you like what your money paid for.”
Yesterday, while the stripper was dancing on me and I was dancing on him, he was making it rain on me instead of her. I gave her some, of course, but collected enough to pay for my maintenance today.
“Yeah, keep dis.” He was still feeling the ends of my hair. If it wasn’t for the material of this dress, he’d be able to see that my nipples were hard.
Stepping onto the sidewalk, my hand still in his, I walked over to my car. Price was coming out of his grandpa’s house, and he, too, was in all black. However, there was a stark difference in appearance. Where Tunan was date-night ready, Price was looking like he was headed to rob someone.
I sure hope not.
When Jisei’s door opened, and Pearla came strolling out, I whipped my head between the two. Her hair and makeup were perfect, making her look like a doll, but she wasn’t dressed just yet. When he met her in the middle of the street and wrapped his arms around her waist, I was taken aback. I remembered vividly FaceTiming his girlfriend. I even followed her and thought shetoo was pretty, but she wasn’t Pearla. I couldn’t remember if I’d seen his girlfriend on social media lately, but from the way he was all in Pearla’s face, I was guessing he and ole girl were no longer a thing. Mr. Grind better wake up soon because Price’s young ass was fine, and he was a lover boy from what I was seeing. I just hoped Pearla wasn’t taking a page out of Glee’s book. They had way too much freedom in Jisei’s house. And even though my bestie said she had cameras up, I was going to have to start popping up over there to be sure nothing too explicit was happening.
The engine in the Ferrari rumbled as we drove out of my neighborhood. His large and calloused hand took mine, and he pressed it to his lip as he maneuvered through traffic with one hand. Had someone told me a year ago that I would be in the passenger side of an exotic muscle car with my husband while he kissed the ring on my finger as I made a mess in my panties, I would have thought they were lying.
But here I was.
“You like puppies, Glow?”
I turned and gave him a side-eye. “Where’d that come from?”
He chuckled. “Nuttin’. I might have one, doe. Seein’ if you wanted it, and if you did, I’d go pick it up.”
I didn’t know how I felt about a new dog and a new baby in the house, so I didn’t reply. The music pumped through the speakers as the car glided along the streets, the day still present even though I knew it wouldn’t take long for the sun to set.
“Is it da kisses for me. She like hit it for me. She like ooh… She like oohhh. Damn, baby, you get my self-esteem.” Tunan kissed my hand again as he butchered the lyrics to “Self Esteem” by Lamb4oe. He didn’t sound bad, but he was singing out of order.
We came to a red light, and he intertwined his fingers in mine and pulled me toward him until I was leaning into his face. “Put her ass in da eeerrr. Put her ass in da eeerrrrr.”
I burst out in laughter like my pussy wasn’t begging to be touched by him. He placed a kiss on my lips. Once more, and then twice more, before letting me go. Had there been more room, I would have melted to the floor. The light had barely turned, and he was going way above the speed limit. The song ended, and he lowered the volume since it had restarted.
“You look good as fuck, my baby.”
“So do you,” I returned the compliment.
What the hell was I feeling like? I normally gave Tunan attitude, but right now, I was completely and utterly smitten, and all he’d done was sing two lines.
He chuckled with a grin. “What up witchu, Glow?”
Keeping my face forward, pretending like I was enjoying the scenery, I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip. I’d done a lip stain and lip gloss, so I didn’t have to worry about constantly reapplying my lip combo. The Pretty Eaters had also suggested that.
I turned to him. “Why you didn’t come over after the gender reveal or last night?”
He licked his lips, and I could’ve creamed if I didn’t have the sliver of self-control I was struggling to maintain. I could smell his cologne and a faint weed smell, so his low eyes let me know he’d gotten high before pulling up. It had to have been at his sister’s house because the car still smelled new and like leather.
“Mane… You wouldn’t even believe it if I told you.”
“Hmmm. You didn’t take one of the strippers home, did you?”
