“And your point is?”
“My point? I don’t know what the hell my point is!” They both burst out laughing. “I told you this nigga makes me nervous!”
“Girl, you are silly.”
“Nah, but I’ll play hard to get. But if he says and does the right things these panties are coming off.”
“Angel, he’ll turn your ass out. Then what?”
“I don’t know,” Angel answered sincerely.
“Seriously. Look at me. I reminded Trae that I can get a conspiracy charge for fuckin’ with him. And God forbid if he gets smoked or busted. I put myself practically back in the same situ-ation I just got out of. But what can I say? I’m so gone over this nigga, that I’m scaring myself.”
“So what are you suggesting, O Wise One?” Angel teased.
“Follow your heart, my child,” Tasha teased back, but be careful.” Then she turned her attention to the front door. “Oh my God, look at my baby. He is too fine.” Trae, Kaylin, and another dude were coming toward them. Trae had on unfastened boots, baggy Phat Farm jeans, a doo-rag, and a ripped sleeveless sweatshirt. Kay wore the same, minus the doo-rag, plus a vest. His chest and arms were flexing those huge muscles. He opened the passenger side of the car and lifted Angel out.
She was grinning from ear to ear as they went on inside the club. Trae and the other dude came on the driver’s side. Trae opened up the door. “What up, playa?” he said, lifting her off the seat onto the ground.
“It’s all about you,” she said, reaching into the car and pulling out a dozen roses for him.
“Smooth, Tasha. Real smooth. One of my moves, but still it’s smooth.” He sniffed them and smiled at her. “Omar, this is my woman I told you about, Tasha. Tasha this is my cousin Omar. He’s gonna park the car. How does it ride?”
“It doesn’t ride it sails.”
“Good.”
They went inside the club, where he walked her to the ladies’ room and waited for her to come out. They then went to the bar. “You want something?” he asked her as the waitress looked on.
“I’ve been craving strawberries. Get me a strawberry daiquiri,” she said.
“Make that two virgin strawberry daiquiris.”
“Trae they only have a small amount of alcohol.”
“No alcohol or tobacco. The less you indulge the healthier you’ll be, the longer you’ll live, and the longer you’ll be able to keep your dick hard.”
“I don’t have a dick,” she joked.
“Don’t I know it.” He pulled her close to him, smelling her hair and neck. “You smell so good, my little butterfly.” Then he stood back. “Don’t you have something to say?”
“I knew this was coming. I see that you really want me to beg and grovel.”
“I’m listening.”
“I’m so sorry Trae. Please forgive me. I apologize. I love you and I miss you.”
He leaned over and ran his tongue over her strawberry lip gloss. “What about trust, and letting nothing come between us?”
“From here on out, I’ll trust you and let nothing come between us,” she promised.
“Tell me that you’ll always be mine and you’ll never leave me.”
“I’ll always be yours and I’ll never leave you. Anything else Trae?” She kissed him on the neck.
“There is something else. I”
“I’m curious. How long were you planning on keeping me in the doghouse?” she interrupted him.
“As long as it took for you to come beggin’ for forgiveness. Like I said before, what if she lied? Then what? I said you didn’t have to call her and to let it go. That’s what you should have done.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist. The waitress set their drinks on the bar. “You haven’t kissed me in a week Trae. I think you’ve been pretty cruel.”
He kissed her and caressed her butt.
“Am I out the dog house now?” she asked.
“Almost. I got something I want you to do.”
Tash looked at him suspiciously. Trae paid for their drinks, grabbed his glass and his roses. He watched Tasha guzzle hers down.
“Damn, baby, I was craving for one of those.”
“I see. You want mines?” She took it from him. When Trae saw one of the bouncers, he gave him a bill and told him to tell the deejay to play Peaches & Cream by 112. He took Tash by the hand.
“What do you want me to do Trae?”
“A brotha wants a lap dance.”
Tasha stopped dead in her tracks. “A what?”
He pulled her along. “You heard me. Can a brother get a lap dance?”
“Trae I know you are playing.”
“Nah, I’m not playin’. I got a table back here.”
“C’mon, Trae,” she whined. “I’m not shaking my ass in front of all these people.”
“You dancin’ for me, not all of these people.”
He sat down at the table. “You want to get out of the dog house, right?” She went to sit down. “Naw, baby.” He set the roses on the chair.
“Don’t sit. When Peaches & Cream come on, I want you to be ready.”
“Can’t I do this at home?” she whined.
“Baby, I want it now!”
“Trae you are so wrong. I’ma do this. But trust me, I’m going to get you back.” She looked around to see how secluded they were. Trae lit his blunt and pulled out a roll of cash.
“That’s right, playa,” she said. “I don’t want nothin’ but hundreds. It’s all about the Benjamin's. You gonna pay for this.” “A’ight. Let’s see what you got!” he challenged.
“It’s on, playa,” she said, tossing her bag next to him and letting her hair down.
“Oh, shit,” Trae said, smiling.
“Bring it on.”
“We gonna do this right Trae. Rules: No touching and no sex in the Champagne Room. Comprende?”
“A’ight.” “Peaches and Cream” was now spinning.
“It’s the T, the R, the A, the E,” Trae sang. “Let’s go Tash. Back that ass up!” Tash was now moving, shaking, and grinding like a professional. “Tash you been holdin’ out on me, baby,” he said, laughing and putting bills in the waist of her skirt. “Go Tasha! Go Tasha!” Then he got on his knees and looked under her skirt. “Dayum!” He reached up and put more money in her waist as her ass pressed against his dick. “This is a private party,” he said to a couple of brothas who were trying to ease over. He shot them a look, and they went away.
“Don’t touch, Trae!” she said, smacking his hands.
“Tash you all up on my dick. What you mean ‘don’t touch’?” he asked, trying to grab her hips again.
“Trae!” she yelled. He laughed, putting more money in her waist.
“Turn around,” he said. She made an exotic turn. “Pull your zipper down on your blouse.”
“That’ll be extra Trae.” He put more money in her waist. She was shaking and grinding as she unzipped her blouse zipper. He leaned up and licked her nipples. Trae grabbed his dick and squeezed it. She zipped it back up. A couple of dudes hollered at Trae, but he ignored them.
“Put your leg up here,” he said, pointing to his thigh.
“That’ll cost ya. Pussy shots are extra.” He put even more money in her waist. She put her foot up in the chair and was poppin’ that coochie. “Don’t touch Trae!” she said, but it was too late. He had already slid two fingers inside her and pulled them out. They looked at each other while he put both fingers in his mouth, pulling them out and running his tongue up, down, and all around them.
He started barking. Tash took her foot down and gave him one more booty shot as she swooped up some hundreds off the floor.
“Put your foot back up here,” Trae begged.
“Record is over, playa,” she said, pulling the money out of her waist. “Can I sit down now after you done fuckin’ embarrassed me?”
“Ma, that was the shit!” he yelled, pulling her down onto his lap. He went to s
ucking on her neck as she counted her money. It totaled $1,800.00.
“Where’s my tip, playa?” she asked, sipping on the last of his strawberry daiquiri. Tasha burst out laughing as Trae went to emptying all of his pockets. Just then a couple of ladies walked past and rolled their eyes at Tash as she stuffed all that money into her bag.
Trae was still in a daze. “Dayum, you fucked my head up! I can’t believe you been holdin’ out on me, Tash.”
“Trae can I come sit at your table?” some dude hollered. “Nah, man, it ain’t that kind of party.”
“See what you started Trae? Now niggas gonna be looking at me all funny.”
“So?” he whispered, shoving his tongue down her throat. “Mmm, my dick is crying,” he moaned, squeezing it and trying to calm it down. He slapped her thigh and lifted her up. “C’mon.”
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace where I can eat me some peaches and cream.” He stopped at the bar and said something to the bartender, who handed him a couple of clean towels. Then he stopped at the table with Omar and a couple of other brothers, one of whom tossed him some keys.
They walked up and he stuck the keys into a silver Hummer with tinted windows. The inside smelled brand new. Then, climbing in the back and locking the doors, he said, “Let’s see what he got in his CD player.” Trae reached over the seat and stuck the key in the ignition to open the CD changer.
“Ginuwine, Mos Def, Jesse Powell, KC & Jo Jo. Baby, which one?”
“Nice selection. Light it up. Let me hear one cut from Mos Def, then put it on random.”
“A’ight. It’s your world.”
“Is it really?”
“You ain’t know?” he asked, turning up “Umi Says” and pulling a half blunt and lighter out of his back pocket. He took a couple of hits to the chest and passed it to her. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the front seat. He then put both of her legs across his lap and took off her crocodile zip shoes, setting them on the front seat. She put the blunt out as he rubbed her legs and feet up and down. He pulled her up onto his lap. She untied his doo-rag and threw it over the front seat as he unzipped her blouse and slipped it off. Her nipples were already hard as he rolled them between his teeth and played with her pussy until she was ready to come.
“Give me a kiss,” he said, unzipping her skirt. She was breathing very hard as she sucked on his tongue and his lips. He pulled her skirt off and tossed it onto the front seat, opening his towel and putting it on his lap.
When she saw what he was up to, goose bumps popped up all over her body. She knew it was on. She loved it when he ate her pussy. He laid her back, raising her knees while holding on to her ankles, and went straight for her clit. He lapped it until she was pulling his head, arching her back, and trying to break free. Just before she climaxed, he set her ankles free and went to sucking the inside of her thighs.
“Oh God. Trae,” she screamed, pulling his head back toward her pussy. He inserted two fingers inside of her pussy while pressing on her clit with the tip of his tongue. Tash wrapped her legs around his neck and begged him not to stop. Her legs started shaking as she was cumming and he kept licking her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Her stomach heaved in and out then her body went limp. He untangled her legs from around his neck and wiped his face.
He was now planting soft kisses all over her naked body. Tash was as limp as a rag doll. He lifted her up, kissed her softly on the lips, and started singing, “Peaches and cream, You know I need it ’cause I’m a fiend gettin’ freaky in the back of my Hummer limousine.”
She smiled at him and put her arms around his neck, whispering into his ear, “Trae baby, that was so good. You always make sure to satisfy me.”
“That’s because you’re my little butterfly,” he said, running his tongue over her nipples. “I’m still waitin’ to see how you’re gonna work that tongue ring.”
“Are you?” she asked, while sitting up and unloosening his belt buckle and unzipping his jeans. “Lift up,” she said, hitting him on the thigh.
With his jeans and boxers now down to his ankles, she straddled his lap, wrapped both hands around his dick, and began massaging it. Trae leaned back and enjoyed the view.
“How does this feel?” she asked.
“Go a little harder,” he mumbled, closing his eyes. She squeezed and pulled until it was brick hard and the head looked like it was supersized. He grabbed her wrists, and she let it go.
“Do you love me Trae? Or do you just love to fuck me?”
“Both,” he said, turning her around to straddle him with her back to his chest. She held on to the back of the seat in front of her as he lifted her up and slid his dick in.
“Trae baby,” she moaned, “you feel so good.”
Trae was holding on tight to her hips and hitting it hard, making her shudder with every move. He slowed it down and whispered in her ear, “Do you love me? Or do you love just for me to fuck you?”
“Both,” she moaned.
“Are you going to start trusting me?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes,” she screamed.
He reached forward to play with her clit while grinding deep inside her. She was trembling and hollering his name as he tried to bang her back out. When she started cumming, he came with her, their juices flowing and mixing together. They were now both dripping with sweat as they tried to catch their breath. Trae ran his tongue up and down her back and gently massaged her breasts as she kept telling him how much she loved him and how good he was to her.
“I want you to come spend the night with me,” he told her, kissing her on the cheek and giving her a big bear hug.
“Mmmm Trae, that feels good. You always make me feel so good and safe.”
They got dressed and straightened up the Hummer before heading back for the club.
“Trae we look like we’ve been freakin’. I don’t want to go back inside.”
He picked her up and carried her to the Nav, telling her to sit tight as he arranged for someone to take her car home.
Kay was already driving Angel home. Trae grabbed his roses, jumped in the Nav, and headed for his apartment.
Chapter 8
“So, Trae, what’s the story with Red?” Kay asked, turning down the car radio. “Who? Angel?” Trae asked.
“Yeah.”
“You remember that nigga Snake?”
“The pimp?” Suspicion evident in Kaylin’s voice.
“She was his woman, dawg.”
“She was a ho?” Kaylin was disappointed.
“No dawg, his woman, that bottom bitch. Numero uno. He was going to marry her and everything before he got beat down.”
“Dayum!” Kay said.
“Yeah, but the pussy been on lock ever since.”
“You bullshittin’, right?”
“Naw, man, she still stuck on him. You might not ever hit it,” Trae joked. “I told you she a good girl like Tash, the type that will hold it down for a nigga.”
“Oh shit! I may have just found my future wife. She’s fine, smart, a square. She ain’t a ho. A lawyer, not a chicken. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
“I feel you, dawg. Go for it before somebody else do. But I think she still stuck on that nigga.”
“Bullshit! She stuck on me.” Kaylin arrogantly stated.
“I hope you’re right.”
Kaylin had tuned his partner out as he played back the night she pushed up on him in Philly and then the night at the club in Montclair.
“Dayum! And she checked me out first. I must be slippin’. I should have noticed her first. I’ll never forgive myself for that one.”
“Yeah, you slippin’,” Trae said, looking at him and shaking his head.
“For real? She’s been keeping the pussy on lock?”
“I think it’s been like eight, nine months.”
“Dayum!” Kay said, shaking his legs. “I know I gots to come up on that. I gotta spend some more time with her to make sure our chemistry
is in sync. If it’s still like it was the other night then it’s on. We kicked it that night at the Diva Lounge, and then I took her home. She was acting all quiet and stuck up, but I know that was just a front because she was all the way live when I met her in Philly.
“I’m diggin’ her. I felt like I was on a high school date. At first, I was thinking getting this pussy was gonna be like stealing candy from a baby.” He started laughing. “Dawg, wasn’t nothin’ happenin’. I kinda thought she was a chicken the way she came off that night in Philly.”
“Man, Tash ain’t no chicken. Therefore she don’t run with no chickens. You got me twisted, nigga. I ain’t settlin’ down with no chicken. They good girls, man.”
“That’s all I need to hear, my nigga. It’s on and poppin’.”
“Trae! Will you please keep your head still? I only have about three more braids to go,” Tash pleaded.
“Ma, you pullin’ my brains out! You braidin’ like you mad at me.”
She ignored him and kept on braiding. This was Tasha’s second night in a row spending the night with Trae. Last night they double-dated with Kay and Angel and went back to the Diva Lounge in Montclair. She stood and stretched after finishing the last braid. “What am I going to wear tonight?” she asked, yawning and admiring her handiwork.
“You got enough shit to choose from. What kind of question is that?” Trae blasted her, getting off the floor.
“That’s the problem Trae, so much to choose from. I know you ain’t hatin’ on a playa,” she blasted back, walking towards the bathroom.
“I’m not a hater. I’m a congratulator,” Trae stated.
Tasha headed for the kitchen after showering. She was blending up milk, strawberries, a banana, and honey when Trae came into the kitchen. He cut the blender off and handed Tash her cell phone.
“Thank you baby. Hello?”
“Guess what?” Angel was excited.
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