“A mimosa is fine. Maj, you want something?”
“Nope. I’m about to take a nap.”
She reclined and pulled her blanket over her, turning her back to me. When my eyes landed back on Graham, I asked, “Are y’all taking off again today?”
“Yes, later tonight, though. We get a six-hour break. We’re going all the way to Miami, but we’ll be back here in two days. You’ll be on our return flight back to Houston. Why?”
“I was gonna invite you out to the concert.”
He nodded. “Maybe another time. Let me get that drink for you.”
I didn’t know how I was gonna get through this three-and-a-half-hour flight without stroking his dick, but I would have to find a way. I watched him lick his lips as he walked off. I hadn’t had sex in nearly a year, and my attraction to him was causing my unattended pussy to growl. I wasn’t thirsty, but I couldn’t control myself in his presence. I wanted him to get acquainted with my insides.
My mama would be rolling in her grave if she knew how I was about to gift wrap the panties for this man. I didn’t even know his last name.The fuck?I knew absolutely nothing about him beyond his first name, where he worked, and his connection to the entertainment industry and elite. He wasn’t a scrub by far.
Hedidseem like a fuckboy and an aged-out YN . . . maybe a YU, young unc. I chuckled at my foolish thoughts. By the subtle crow feet at the corners of his eyes, I knew he was probably a good ten years older than me. His age didn’t matter for what I needed. A relationship was not a priority right now.
I traveled a lot. My career kept me extremely busy, trying to establish myself. The only men in my life were my dad and older brother. I didn’t have time for clingy muthafuckas. I tried to relax, but when I felt the moisture in my underwear, I cringed.Ugh.I would definitely be inviting him to my suite during his break. I needed him to put me out of my misery, because there was no way I could go through the rest of my trip without some dick in my walls . . . preferably his.
When he returned with my mimosa, he extended it to me. I stood and grabbed it from him, discreetly grazing his crotch area with my other hand. “Can you leave the airport?”
He bit his bottom lip. “Mm-hmm.”
I nodded, then went to my bag and got my phone. I turned back to him, and said, “Save your number in here. You seem to be offering what I need, Graham. What’s your last name?”
“Taylor, and I’m definitely offering. I just didn’t think you would be accepting of it.”
“Miracles happen every day. As long as you know this is casual, no attachments.”
“Sounds like my type of party.”
I knew he was a fucking playboy. I nodded as he returned my phone to me, then sat with my mimosa. I was eye level with his crotch, and his dick was showing the fuck out. He slid his hand down it and closed his eyes briefly. When he removed his hand, that muthafucka had calmed down. This nigga was a pro. He walked away without a word. He had a lot of self-control to be able to calm his dick down like that.
I couldn’t calm this heifer down like that if I tried. It felt like I was on the verge of cumming right in my underwear. I believed I had a pair of underwear in my carry-on. Once I finished my drink, I would have to take a look. When I heard loud laughter, I knew that was Sonya. I had obsessed over her videos when I was a kid. That shit made me think I was bisexual for a minute. She was so fucking fine, and her ass needed a first-class plane ticket all on its own.
That shit was juicy-looking as fuck. Every time Noah would smack that shit, and it bounced, I would get excited. I just knew they were still fucking around. Although they were up in age now, I could still see the chemistry between them when they were together . . . the love they had for each other. If they weren’t, that shit didn’t end as long ago as they said it did.
My mama used to love Noah’s ass. It would be a dream come true to be on his label. Whenever I saw him, I felt closer to my mama. It was like I could hear her voice in my head.“That’s afine muthafucka right there. His brother could get it too. He got swag out this damn world. I can tell he would cripple my ass.”
I could laugh about it now, but back then I would fake gag. She would be watching old shit all the time. Half the shit she watched had happened before I was even born, but it felt like I was there in the moment with her. Going to the door, I noticed Sonya heading to another cabin. I took a deep breath as she passed.
“Hello, Miss Sonya.”
She turned to me and smiled. “Hi.” She tilted her head slightly, and said, “SOLA, right?”
“Yes, ma’am. Wow. I’m such a fan of yours.”
“Really?” she asked with a slight frown. “Are you even old enough to remember my run?”
I chuckled. “A true artist studies their craft. In studying successful rappers, you were always somewhere in the midst. So again, I’m a fan.”
She reached out to me, and I nervously obliged her. I trembled as she hugged me. When she released me, she said, “It was so good to meet you. I’ll have to introduce you to Sharee and Exodus when I come back.”
I smiled big. “I would like that.”
Before I could go back to my seat, I saw Graham heading back my way.Jesus.He was so damn fine.
“You need anything, Arlie?”
