There was a bunch of model types surrounding us, and somehow, I only had eyes for her ass. Even after blowing Lyra’s back out multiple times the other night, shit didn’t get this girl out of my head. Lyra went all out too, sucking a nigga’s soul from his body. She just didn’t tap into the deeper parts of me. We didn’t have any kind of realistic conversations about shit. I didn’t even know much about the girl or where she fucking came from. We enjoyed sex with one another, and that was the basis of our relationship. When the song ended, Harbor took a breath and I watched her leave the room.
“I’ll be back.” I said in a rush, taking the last of my drink in my mouth.
Hopping up, I cut through the crowd to find her and caught her ducking into the kitchen. I wasn’t far behind her, sliding upon her at the counter. She smelled fucking good and felt even better. As I allowed my hands to roam her body, Harbor spun to face me and nudged me gently.
“How you in my party looking like that and can’t even address me?” I questioned her.
Clearing her throat, she flashed a lazy smile on me.Sexy ass.
“Happy birthday.” Her tone was warm.
I knew what was between her legs was warmer. Crazy how this young ass girl had me under her thumb, and she didn’t even know it. Harbor had the innocent persona, very green, but she had some bite to her underneath all that. She carried herself maturely on the outside, and she didn’t allow anyone to judge her or talk to her crazy. She was fierce; the kind of woman any man would be lucky to have in their corner. I needed her in mine.
Pinning her against the counter, I knelt so that we could be eye level. She tilted her head to one side. Cupping one cheek, I drew her so close our lips were almost touching.
“I’m the birthday boy, and all I want to do is end this night inside you.” Her breathing changed, and I stole the rest of it with a strong kiss.
She clung to me, arms around my back as we pressed into each other.
“Mmm… Free… wait.” Harbor pushed me away and searched my face.
That was the first time that she had even called me by my street name, any other time I was just Frequency.
“I got you something,” she murmured, suddenly shy.
I liked that shit about her. She wasn’t like anybody I knew.
“Word?” I was shocked, and it showed on my face.
I wasn’t expecting anything from her, so the fact that she had actually spent money on me left a nigga stuck. Other than the chicks in my family, women didn’t break bread on me, andit wasn’t a requirement since I had my own paper. She went to a nearby drawer and pulled out a box. I wasn’t sure what was inside it, but she handed it to me with both hands out. I pressed my back into the counter and studied the pine box that was engraved with a bunch of original markings.
“Celine told me that you are a fan of guns. I’m not even sure you will like it?—”
Holding my arms up, I accepted the box. Hitting the latch on the side, I lifted it and a mothafucking chrome colt python sat tucked inside. Shit was legit and a nigga’s dick got hard. She even got my fucking initials engraved on the side. I whistled in wonderment and brought my eyes up. She waited anxiously for me to say something as I admired the weapon.
“Damn, this is a nice piece, ma.” It was the thought of it all that had me looking at her different.
She didn’t have to go out of her way and do this, but she did. It showed that she was thoughtful. Sometimes it really did amaze me when I thought about how far we had come.
“You like it?” she asked, nervously taking her lip between her teeth.
“Yeah, I love this mothafucka.” My hand swept over the cold steel before I was closing the case and setting it on the counter.
“You should let a nigga properly thank you for it.” My lips found hers and I kissed her slow and sensual.
She didn’t resist me. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and I fed her mine.
“Ahem.” A woman’s nearby voice startled us both, forcing us to look up at the doorway.
We were all in the other’s personal space as my parents paused nearby. I let out a heavy sigh and Harbor tightened up beside me. Kutlass wore his feelings on his face, so he wasn’t thrilled to see us together in the first place. Karrin on the other hand forced a smile onto her own lips.
“Well, I heard that there was a woman possibly in your life. Karmine mentioned it. Hello. I am Karrin Roth.” She stepped forward, extending her hand, which Harbor looked at.
“Harbor. Nice to meet you,” she finally spoke and shook her hand.
“Well, Harbor, you leave very little to the imagination in that dress.” Karrin voiced.
When she insulted you, it was in the nastiest, upbeat way, but shit was still rude as fuck.
