“Yeah, nigga. I pay attention to movie shit, too.”
“My bad. Yeah, we’re done with all the shots that required natural lighting. Got one more scene to do and I think we can get it done tonight. Honey and Adams are so good, it usually only requires a few takes to get what I want.”
“Okay, good. You killing this director shit, huh?”
“Man, I’m trying. How’s Lena? Jo?”
“Good, good. I mean, we tired because Little Mama love to keep us up, but it’s all good.”
“That’s great, man. Uh, hey…I actually called to ask you something.”
“A’ight, what is it?”
I leaned against the railing and peered out at the lake. “You ever notice how beautiful the world is? You know, the sky and the trees? The birds singing. I never noticed how beautiful birds sing. They be all in tune and shit, too. You know, ‘tweep-tweep…tweep-tweep.’ That shit is wild, man.”
“What the fuck?”
“No, listen. I’m just saying…it’s good to be alive, Ev. It’s just good to be breathing and shit with your heart beating. You ever thought about how your heart just beats all the time on its own?”
“Nigga, are you high? Got-damn, now, Nole. You can’t be fucking up, too. I got my hands full with Neil, got him staying here, had to lock my damn liquor up and shit, and I got a new baby. Shit, now!”
“Naw, naw…you know I don’t do shit like that. I just…man, life is good, you know?”
“You sound like you done had some good pussy. If you ain’t high, that’s the only explanation for this existential bullshit you spitting right now.”
“Ev…I ain’t never experienced anything like I did last night. It was so damn good. So damn good…”
“Nole, is your ass crying?”
I sniffled. “No.”
“Yes the-fuck you are! Who’d you fuc—Bridgette? You finally got with Bridgette?!”
“Yeah, man, and I think I’m in love or something. It was the best night of my life. I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like a damn junkie or something.”
“Shit, I know that feeling.”
“How did you handle it?”
“I married her, and she just had my baby.”
I wiped my eyes because some sweat was leaking out of them. “It’s too soon to marry her.”
“Well, shit, you just keep being with her and fucking her and stuff. Like you been doing with all them Albanian chicks. You know the drill.”
“She’s different.”
“You ate her pussy, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, man. And it was—”
“You ain’t gotta tell me. She the damn queen of pineapples. She’s the one who told Jo about them.”
“What?”
“You ever heard Rozay’s Diced Pineapples?”
“Yeah? Ohhhh!”
“Yep. Look, I know this shit is overwhelming, but you gon’ be a’ight. Just keep her by your side, let her know you got her, and what you had last night will be all yours for life.”
“Damn, you think?”
“I know. Aye, I think I hear the baby. Lemme go see.”
“Okay, thanks, Ev.”
“No problem, man.”
I was making my way to the tents to check on Bridgette when I saw her on the same stone path, walking toward me wearing a long orange dress and white heels, her hair that she usually wore straight and parted down the middle, slicked back into a ponytail. My dick sprung to attention as I involuntarily quickened my strides.
When we were face to face, she smiled, and said, “Glad I ran into you. I was just gonna see if you wanted to have lunch—”
Grabbing her at the back of the neck, I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her, easing my tongue inside her mouth as she moaned. I slid my hand around and gripped her ass, deepening the kiss, and when I pulled away, I dropped down to my haunches, pulled her dress up right there on the path, and slid my hand between her legs.
She opened them with a little stumble while whimpering, “N-Nolan…you wanna go to the t-t-tent?”
I didn’t answer her. Shit, I couldn’t answer her because I’d already slid her little panties out of my way and had my tongue on her clit. She grabbed my head as I lifted her leg, placing it on my shoulder.
“Nolan…shit! Uh, we’re gonna get c-caughtttttt!”
“Mm-hmm,” I moaned, licking her whole damn split while gripping her ass.
I thought I heard footsteps on the path, then voices, but I didn’t stop and soon heard the footsteps retreating. She didn’t lie about having delayed orgasms. It took me a few minutes of concentrated work, but after I added my fingers to the mix and kept my tongue working her clit, her planted leg began to shake and she let out a little gurgling, hissing, shriek while death-clutching my head, until the orgasm abated.
When I could tell her breathing was getting back to normal, I stood, kissed her again, and pulled a handkerchief out of my suit coat pocket, wiping my mouth with it. After I shoved it back in my pocket, I said, “Let’s go eat.”
“Uh, I don’t think I can walk,” she whined.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Kissing her once again, I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carried her to the pavilion where lunch was being served.
18
“Teetee Bridgette missed her baby. Yes, she did. You got bigger, didn’t you? Tryna fill out. Don’t you be growing up fast like your sister,” I cooed at little Lena, kissing her cheek as I cradled her in my arms.
“How was Teetee Bridgette’s trip to Montana? You’ve been back a week and still haven’t filled me in,” Jo said, from her seat next to me on her sofa.
“You know what? Your mama never thanked me,” I said, my eyes glued to the baby.
“For what?” Jo asked.
“Let’s see…just to name a few things? For letting your job-hopping ass room with me when you first moved to LA and for making you go in South’s VIP room that night at The Launch Pad.”
She rolled her eyes. “What does any of that have to do with Montana?”
“Thank me and I’ll connect the dots.”
Through a sigh, she said, “Thank you, Queen Bridgette.”
“You’re welcome. Now I can thank you.”
“For what, Bridge?” I was working her nerves and I loved it.
“For connecting me to Nolan via your connection to South, because girlllll, shit!”
Jo turned her whole body to face me, her eyes wide. “Bitch, what happened?!”
“Jo, my dear BFF, that man is ev-ery-thing! I mean, damn! Dick for days and a stroke for years! Shit, I swear I could fall in love with him without really trying. I ain’t been back to my apartment since before I left for Montana, because I been at his place in his bed up under his beautiful body. And his damn tongue? Child, it’s like he’s half iguana or some shit. I ain’t never had it like this. I’ll hurt a bitch over Nolan Jacob McClain!”
“Damn, you know his middle name?”
“Mm-hmm. Shoe size and driver’s license number, too. Hell, I have his STD test results in my email inbox right now and he has mine. Shit, I even had my doctor check to make sure my IUD is in good condition. I’m not playing, sis.”
Jo grinned at me. “So, you know I already knew about this, right? About y’all finally ‘getting together’ in Montana? I was just waiting for you to spill it. But anyway, Nolan called Everett while y’all were still in Montana, and from what Ev says, the feeling is definitely mutual. Nolan is all in! What you put on him?”
“This country-ass, raised on pinto beans and cornbread Reola, Alabama, coochie, that’s what! The same thing you put on South. Jo, I will marry that motherfucker, and you know I ain’t messed up about marriage unless the man is like a billionaire or something. Shit, he about to make me break my no-babies code, too.”
“You need to break that anyway.”
“You know I got my reasons for it. Anyway, I’m just so…happy right now. For however lo
ng this lasts, I’m gonna enjoy myself and enjoy him. Shit, I deserve him and his penis.”
She high-fived me. “I know that’s right! Oh, is that yours or mine?” she asked, referring to the text message alert that’d just dinged.
I shrugged, because I wasn’t about to put that little piece of heaven down to check my phone.
Jo picked up both our phones, and after checking both screens, said, “Someone you got programmed in here as Roots says, ‘Hey.’ Who or what is Roots?”
“Nolan,” I replied, as I kissed Lena’s little hand. To be so young, I could swear she was staring right at me, eyes focused and everything.
“Why you got him in here as Roots?”
“Because that’s the longest movie I could think of.”
“It’s a miniseries, not a movie, but it is long as hell. I gave up on watching the remake. Too much damn work.”
“Exactly. It’s looooong, and that directly relates to Nolan.”
“Hooker, is he packing like that?! Damn! He is truly his brother’s brother then…”
“First of all, he is packing like that, but that’s not what the name is for.”
She just sat there, her eyes on me, eyebrows tented with expectancy.
As I leaned back on the sofa, placing the baby on my chest, I informed her, “Let’s just say, he is the antithesis of a minute man. More like an I’m-dripping-wet-in-sweat-legs-numb-fall-into-an-exhaustion-induced-coma-afterwards man. Shit, I don’t think I need the gym anymore now that I got him. He is long-winded as hell…and I love it, because it’s thirty to forty-five minutes of exquisite dick.”
“Thirty-to-forty-five minutes? Every time?! Shit! No wonder you’re wearing a ponytail. You done sweated that perm out, ain’t you?”
“Yep. But shit, I’ll do a big chop before I give that up!”
“Okay?!” Jo agreed, high-fiving me again.
Little Lena started rooting around my chest, and I moved to hand her to Jo. “Ut! I ain’t got nothing for you, little bit. Let me give you to your kitchen.”
“I would be insulted about being called a kitchen, but…”
As she started pulling titties out, I grabbed my phone from beside her and returned Nolan’s text with: Hey yourself.
Roots: You having lunch with me today? I miss you on set.
Me: How can you miss me when you just saw me this morning?
Roots: Busted. I actually just miss your pussy.
Me: LMAO! Glad to know we’re on the same page, because all I see when I see you is your penis.
Roots: Good, because what I meant by having lunch was having sex. Sex is lunch in Nolanese.
Me: Nolanese? Is that a new language?
Roots: Yeah. A romantic language boasting only a few words: Bridgette’s pussy, Bridgette’s ass, sexy Bridgette, wet Bridgette, Bridgette in my bed. Stuff like that.
Me: Those are phrases, not words.
Roots: It’s my language. I make the rules. Come have lunchsex with me, baby. You’re on the menu and I’m hungry as hell.
Shit! Me: Okay, I guess you twisted my arm. Let me finish up here at Jo’s and I’ll meet you at the studio.
Roots: Bridgette’s clit (That’s “thank you” in Nolanese)
Me: Wow
“I ain’t paying you to sit over there and grin while texting my brother-in-law,” Jo said, as little Lena drained her dry.
“I’ma take your old funky pictures and put them on IG, you damn task master. You just concentrate on being a soda fountain and leave me alone. Now you see how all those rib joints and chicken joints and pizza parlors and food trucks and taco stands and vending machines felt when you were pregnant, huh?”
“Such a hateful heifer. I can’t stand your ass…”
As I hopped up and began snapping photos of the three strollers and two car seats Jo had recently received as gifts for the baby, I had to shake my head. The gifts were from big-name companies like Gucci and Steve Madden and even fucking Cosmo magazine had sent a layette set. What kind of damn sense did it make to gift a billionaire’s baby with this much shit? The world was so damn backwards.
Life was good. Shit, it was great. Filming was going well. The club was basically running itself, because I was too busy with the movie to really manage it and it hadn’t burned down yet. And the best thing about my life?
Bridgette.
These two weeks since getting back from Montana, we’d damn near been joined at the hip, spending nearly every day together on set even if she wasn’t scheduled to film, eating lunch together, having dinner together, her sleeping in my bed after we wore each other out with the best damn sex I’d ever had. Us laughing and talking, watching TV or movies, or not doing shit but being together. Damn, it felt good. It felt right. It felt like she was mine. I’d never had a mine before, never wanted one before, but now? Bridgette was the answer to everything for me. She was just…it.
“That crazy wench is gonna get caught, lurking around the damn crime scene looking all murdererish. Who does that? I swear these killers be dumb as hell,” she cracked from her seat next to me in my bed in nothing but one of my t-shirts and her panties.
She basically lived with me now, and I loved that shit. I could just roll over and get it when the mood hit me. And the mood was always hitting me.
Matter of fact…
I slid my hand between her thighs. “I don’t know why you watch this shit. The title alone is nuts. Murder Comes to Town? The fuck?”
“This is educational, Nole. If you ever need to commit a murder, you’ll know what not to do.”
“You’re crazy as hell, you know that? And kinda scary.”
She turned to look at me. “You scared of me? I mean, I know you like to scream like a girl when we watch horror movies, but…”
“You just can’t let shit go, can you?”
“Admit it, you’re a big-old scaredy cat!”
“I ain’t scared of this pussy, though,” I said, as I slipped my hand inside her panties.
“You just gonna play with it like that while I’m tryna see if they gonna catch this fool? Not even gonna ask permission first?”
“I thought it was mine. I gotta get permission to play with something that’s mine, Bridge?”
As she slid down in the bed and opened her legs in response to the finger I’d just eased inside her, she whimpered, “Oooooo, no you dooooon’t.”
“That’s what I thought.”
19
“I’m not gonna lie, when I took over as director, I almost shit myself,” Nolan said, garnering a room full of laughs. “But y’all are a great cast and crew. You kept working without missing a beat, embraced me as a director even though this was my first crack at it. Didn’t bail on the project when I know most of y’all agreed to work on it because Lazarus Holmes was brought on as director. I appreciate the loyalty and all the hard work, and I believe we have a hit on our hands.”
Hoots and applause filled the first floor of Second Avenue.
“I’ma shut up so we can get this party started—”
“Thank God, with your long-winded ass!” South quipped from his seat at our table.
Everyone laughed, and Nolan said into the microphone, “I’m thirty-six years old, and he still treats me like a kid, but I gotta thank him, too, for making this happen.”
“Ain’t nothing, man,” South said, and the crowd awww’d in response.
“Anyway,” Nolan continued, “I just wanna say that over these eight weeks of filming, this hasn’t felt like a job. It feels like we’ve built a family, and I hope to work with you guys again in the future. So, with that said, I want you all to have a good time. You deserve it!”
As Nolan left the stage, the DJ cranked the music up and the Floetic Lustice wrap party was in full swing. I was smiling as I watched him weave his way through the crowd back to our table, where we’d been joined by Jo—who was so glad to be out of the house and childless, she looked like she was a second from jumping on the table and twerking—returning from
the restroom to her seat next to her hubby. Neil was there, too, probably sneaking a drink since he was on the Big South rehabilitation plan. Sage and her man were out on the dancefloor along with most of the cast and crew. A lot of Nolan’s friends were there, too. Mostly guys he’d known since college, all businessmen, all serious-looking with tiny women on their arms.
“You did good, baby,” I said, once he’d slid into the chair closest to mine and given me a peck on my cheek.”
“You think? I was almost as nervous as I used to be when I’d try to talk to you.”
“I don’t know why I made you nervous, Nole.”
“Have you seen your legs and booty?”
I rolled my eyes. “You need to quit.”
“She’s right, man. Good job all around. I’m proud of you, little brother,” South said.
“You know that means a lot coming from you. Thanks for getting on board with this vision of mine and putting your money in it. This was my dream, and like you always do, you made it come true,” Nolan replied earnestly.
“Awww, y’all are so sweet,” Jo gushed. “With that said, let’s hit the floor, baby.” She hopped up and basically dragged a chuckling Big South behind her.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“Well, I need the restroom. Be back.” After kissing Nolan, I left our table and navigated my way toward the ladies’ room, was almost there when I crossed paths with Nolan’s friend, Mike, who was with another of Nolan’s friends. I think his name was Rourke or something like that.
“Hey! Congrats on y’all wrapping up the film. Nole says you’re a superstar! Can’t wait to see you in action at the premiere,” Mike said.
“Yeah, congrats, baby!” That was Rourke.
My smile faltered, and I had to wonder if this dude just called everyone baby. Otherwise, what the fuck? “Uh, thanks. And thanks for coming out to help us celebrate.”
“Oh, most definitely. You know we had to come out and support our guy,” Mike said.
Then we all just stood there, and it felt hella awkward, so I asked, “Is your fiancée here with you tonight, Mike? I’ll have to make sure I find her and say hello.”
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