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“See!” I squeezed my thighs around him.
Jas scoffed, “Chill! You only got panties and a bra on, Shi!”
Awwww…
“You afraid to be tempted by my feminine chicaneries again?” I kissed his carved shoulder.
“I’m tempted just smelling you…hearing you. Thinkin’ of you.” His attention still over my head, delivery monotoned. But I knew he meant every word.
I felt a sensation lance my chest. I loved this man, something I couldn’t fathom how it had happened, much less so quickly. Still torn over the details of his sordid past, I struggled with the intensity in which my soul easily entwined with his. A murderer? I couldn’t reconcile that with the man whose body I easily melded into. The one who took over the plans my girlfriends and I had for this trip and paid for our flight and stay—food, liquor, and transportation.
“Let’s stay here.” I thought about it even more. “Let’s stay on the island, buy a smaller house, and live out the rest of ourdays—”
“As Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair?” He captured my chin, cool, minty mouth millimeters from my own. “Say less, Ashira.”
“Hey!” Becky shouted. “You two horny bastards are finally ready?” The room turned to Ashira and me as we entered the open kitchen connected to the great room of the house.
“We thought y’all changed your minds,” Corinne commented, arranging shot glasses on the quartz island top.
Man headed my way, tanned ass with a button-up halfway done to show off his chest. “Yo, security’s outside. They brought four SUVs. Said two already at the club.”
I nodded, watching Ashira show off her outfit: a pair of tight and short, black shorts with a shimmery gold bikini top not hiding much of the contour of her tits. The gold, high-heeled sandals matched the top, curving her spine and pronouncing her ass provocatively. Yeah. She was applying pressure tonight.
“Damn, Shi-Shi!” Shizu made a whistling sound with her fingers. “That’s how you feeling?”
“If you ain’t do it by now,” Becky added. “y’all are going to make a baby tonight. It won’t take Jas that long to pull you out of that number.”
“Can I watch?” Corinne asked casually. Then she winked. “I can direct, too.”
“You can direct and produce over here, shortie.” Juggy walked up on her from behind, two-stepping with his hands in the air.
The girls laughed, including Corinne as she rolled her eyes. “Okay. Time for our pre-club toast. Grab your glass or two.”
Ashira grabbed a shot glass and looked my way. “You’re gonna sit this one out, too, Sin?” She was being cute with that reference, making my niggas laugh.
“Yeah.” I sighed, fighting off fatigue. It was way past my bedtime.” I’mma sit this one out, lil homie.”
My damn stomach was in knots and I couldn’t figure out why. I tried being in the moment, even attempted to fuck off my anxiousness for hours upstairs with Ashira. It medicated the lowkey worry, but didn’t kill it. At this point, I wanted to get to the club, let the girls have their fun, and get back here where I knew we were protected and could handle any potential invaders.
“And when the juices meet the meat!” The girls started rapping in unison out of nowhere, holding their glasses in the air while bobbing. Ashira swung her ass seductively and Shizu was right with her. “And when he feel this heat! And when I skeet-skeet, that nigga knees get weak!” My niggas laughed ,and all I could do was shake my head and chuckle. This was my girl’s thing with her people. They were so cute it was hard to view them as corny.
“Say less.” Ashira licked salt from her hand, tossed back the shot, and sucked on a lime, pacing with her girls’ speed. Jug and Man followed suit, tossing them back. “Say more!” She went for her second while the group did the same.
When she was done, Ashira shot an arm into the air and swung her hips from side to side. This was the side of her, her girls knew: the entertainer. My fellas knew by now, too. They watched and cheered her on. Ashira, on a mission of self-expression, continued, falling into a full on twerk. It was tasteful, nothing as seductive as I’d seen of her privately. The girl loved to dance. This was what I lived for. Seeing Ashira and her friends in a circle, dancing, drinking, and enjoying life innocently and without concern of harm.
So, why am I tripping?
Chapter 22
Part II cont’d
June | Present Day
It was well worth the trip. The club calledShadeswas everything it was purported to be: high energy, great drinks, clean facility, and a top-tier deejay.Klipse, the new R&B group signed toL.I.T. Records,were in the house and performed two songs off their debut album. The old group,B-City, had hit the stage, too, but minus the old member, Teke. He’d been replaced by a guy not as dynamic or good-looking, but was talented, nonetheless. When Irv, one of the original members, tried to pull me on stage without my permission, Juggy and a female detail derailed his plans, intercepting me. That’s when I learned some of the patrons were undercover security. I was too tipsy to express how ridiculous it was. I was also having too much fun to complain.
Feeling thirsty while dancing, I left the thick crowd for the bar. I was a pulse-racing mess, misted all over from dancing most of the night. I ordered a bottle of water and another two-thumbMauveserved neat. When it was time to pay, bills of the local currency were handed to the bartender. A Black man wearing khakis, a black tee and suit jacket in this hot place. He had to be security. To confirm, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Juggy dancing on Corinne’s ass just feet away when I’d left them deeper on the dance floor. He nodded and winked.
Turning around, I thanked the security and the bartender before collecting my things. Then I headed over to Jas who stayed in the VIP section just off the dance floor. The area was elevated, giving him a bird’s-eye view. Man was with him as well as three other men I figured were security also.
