He bit sexily into his bottom lip and leaned in to peck her lips again.
“You can’t just be saying shit like that to me and expect me not to want to bust that shit open.” She laughed at him, but he was dead ass, a torturous stare covering his handsome face.
“Boy, stop!” Minx shoved him playfully.
“A’ight. So let’s find a flick to watch and have a nightcap.” Rose got out of bed to go and take care of their drinks.
When he got back, Minx was comfortable on top of the covers, legs crossed with the remote to his big screen mounted to the wall in her hand. Her eyes met his when he entered the room with a fresh blunt dangling from his lip and two glasses with abig bottle of Remy as well. He climbed into bed with her and handed her a glass while admiring her body.
“Minx, you can’t just be laying here like that,” Rose tipped his glass to his lips and took a sip before pouring himself some more.
She giggled and took a sip of her drink too. Staring at him over the top of her glass, she swallowed the remaining few drops.
“Why not? It’s almost like me in a bathing suit, and you’ve seen that before,” she replied, shrugging.
“That was when ya ass was fifteen and barely had any titties or ass to look at,” Rose implied, and she reached out to smack his arm playfully.
“Fuck you,” she said, sucking her teeth. “Remember when we used to go to the pool and sneak in at night? Me, you, Luna, and Finn?” she recalled, drifting down memory lane as Rose poured more liquor into her glass.
“Yup,” he agreed, sparking his blunt and taking a long drag. “When security tried to catch us, Finn distracted him by taking his trunks off and flashing him the goods.” Rose chuckled at the memory.
Minx fell over laughing, and Rose passed her the blunt.
“Those were some good ass times.” She pressed her back against his headboard and blew smoke from her mouth seductively.
“If you were my best friend, I’d want you ’round all the time,” Rose sang, making Minx blush.
The famous 50 Cent song was their shit. Him singing that to her in that moment and looking at her the way he did gave her old-school vibes. That was what their relationship theme was. When they were together, they could face anything.
“Could I be your best friend?” she sang back, making him flash his thousand-watt grin on her.
“I promise, girl, you’ll be mine,” Rose went on.
After settling onGet Rich or Die Trying, the two got comfortable. Between the weed and the drink, they were both lit. It was the distraction that both of them needed to keep their mind off Max and everything that happened within the last week. Rose’s fingers massaged Minx’s scalp, and his phone buzzed on his bedside table, drawing both of their attention. Rose grabbed his phone and checked the screen. It was Nadia’s ass hitting him up, and he still wasn’t ready to deal with her. He put his phone on silent and set it back on the table.
“Are you avoiding her because of me?” Minx asked, staring up at him with her head still resting on his chest.
“Minx—”
“Rose, you gotta deal with it sooner or later.” Minx drew back.
“And I will. I don’t want you worrying about it though, because I’m not about let anything touch what we got going on here,” Rose vowed.
“I think I kind of love you.” Minx’s eyes sparkled when she stared back at him, and Rose cupped the side of her face and searched her eyes.
“I love you too, shorty. More than you could ever know.” Rose sloped forward, and their lips met. “Any time a nigga been down in life, you been there for me, Minx. No questions. You know without a nigga having to even say that shit that he ain’t like this with nobody but you. You my fucking heart, no cap.”
A puddle formed between Minx’s legs, and she straddled Rose in bed.
“Everything around us is crazy right now. So I think we should take the time to appreciate every… single… second.” She kissed his lips gently between every word.
On the last word, Rose took her mouth and slipped her his tongue. He was already poking her with his stiffened manhood. She always knew that he was blessed, but she was still scaredas fuck about taking it there with him after all these years. Rose fisted her hair and tongued her down, easing her bra off her shoulders. Minx undid his pants and massaged his warm, throbbing pole while continuing to kiss him. Rose flipped her onto her back and hovered above her, taking in her entire face and body.
His hand fell on her waist, just above where her panties rested on her hips. He eased them down, and Minx lifted her legs in the air effortlessly, allowing him to slip them off. Rose tossed her shit to the side and admired every single inch of her bare frame. He wanted to burn it all into his memory because Minx was everything. Dick was so hard he was ready to bust through his pants, he quickly tore out of them.
His tongue found its way to her wet opening, and Rose licked and sucked all over it until Minx released on his skilled tongue and grabbed at the bedsheets. Her body trembled, and she ached to feel Rose inside of her. He continued to eat her until she was paralyzed from the pleasure and he brought his lips to her inner thighs before working his way back up to her face.
“Damn, you taste good,” he muttered against her lips.
