Page 37 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)
“Yes, Mr. Harris here said you loved pink and wanted all this decked out in said color.” She waved her hand around to gesture at all the beautiful and romantic decorations with her hand. “All the greenery outside of the roses and lanterns are our usual decor.”
I looked over and up at him in awe, but he refused to look back, a smirk lingering on his face.
We sat down, and Fallen let us know she would give us a second to see what we wanted for our drinks. I could tell this place had good food, and because I had a master’s in Los Angeles brunch spots, I was surprised I hadn’t been here.
“How did you do all of this? And get a late evening brunch?” I asked, holding the menu as I sat across from him.
“You want the real answer or some humble shit?” He licked his supple lips while stroking his beard, awaiting my answer.
“Real.”
“I’m rich and I’m me.”
“Okay. Excuse me!” I smacked my lips as he chuckled.
“I’m just being honest. You can get most of what you want with money, Peep, and everything else can be obtained with status.”
“I know. Trust me, I know. I used to have my brothers call places to get my name on reservation lists when they were booked.”
“How you choose which brother to call?”
“Depended on where I was going. For example, if it was some elite shit, I would call one of my famous brothers.”
“I got you.” He nodded, smirking with glistening eyes as he took me in. I was gonna ask what that look meant, but Fallen came up to take our orders.
I, of course, chose the mimosa, though the butterfly tea with champagne sounded good too. Low got whiskey like an old man, refusing to try anything frilly, and then we both opted for the waffle breakfast sandwich with breakfast potatoes and a biscuit.
Usually, I didn’t eat like this, considering I needed to be at a certain weight and shape for my career, but as the Prolific Pointe nutritionist had taught us—if you have a craving, go for it to prevent future binging.
And because my daily meals consisted of sugarless oatmeal, egg white omelets, baked chicken, baked sweet potatoes, and no carbs for dinner, I would be fine.
Our food came out pretty quickly, which was expected since we were the only patrons here at the brunch spot.
After eating a few bites, I said, “This is so good. I have to bring Sophie here.” I nodded, making Low chuckle.
“She still on that, huh?”
“She is.” I smirked.
“First time I met her, she asked me where her brunch was. Had a nigga on stuck and pulling out my map app to find a spot.”
I burst into laughter, imagining Low nervous in front of Sophie. He was so sweet and caring but didn’t realize it. I hated that he thought he was a bad person, but I knew he’d been conditioned to believe that due to his upbringing and his current lifestyle.
“That’s too funny. Did you find one?”
“Right when I did, Stazi told me it was cool.”
“That was sweet that you tried.” I drank some of my mimosa, and he shrugged one shoulder while forking some of his crispy potatoes.
“I need to speak with yo’ pops, Peep.” He changed the subject, taking a sip of his own drink while keeping his eyes on me. “Yo’ brothers, too, but he the priority.”
“Yeah, you do.” I swallowed skittishly, hoping he didn’t notice. Word had gotten back to my father about me and Low, and he wasn’t happy at all. “I hope a fight doesn’t break out between you and my brothers.”
“Me either, but I gotta do what I gotta do if so. Can’t let nobody chump me, even if I . . . wanna be with their sister.” He seemed to alter his last statement, making me wonder what he was about to say.
“I know. You wouldn’t be the man I’m falling for if you did allow that. I’m happy you’re willing to make amends with them though.”
“It’s a one-sided beef, that’s why. They mad, I’m not.”
I bobbed my head in understanding, but no longer wanting to discuss the discord between me, Low, and my family.
Neither of us wanted to bend, because I was angry at how they reacted as if I was a child, and I assume they felt betrayed, judging by the looks on their faces when I kissed Low in front of them.
But they were the ones seemingly trying to make me choose, not Low, and that was one of the reasons why I was riding for him.
I was on edge though, praying Low didn’t get shot while out one day, courtesy of my brothers, even though Asif promised me that wouldn’t happen.
We finished up our food, then Low led me to the back of the establishment instead of out to the car. We stepped into a vintage but chic elevator and rode up to the fifth floor, Low using a key card to access it.
“What is this?” I questioned excitedly as he led me out of the elevator and into a big, beautiful suite with views of all of Beverly Hills.
“The restaurant is attached to a hotel,” he let me know as he shut the door while I admired the setup.
It had the same color scheme as the eatery below it, and I could tell by certain fixtures and furnishings that this place wasn’t cheap.
Per usual, it was set up like a miniature one-bedroom apartment, kitchen, and separate living room included.
Pink roses and red petals were scattered around the suite beautifully.
When I stepped further in, moving toward the big window overlooking the city, I noticed to my left there was a massage bed with a table of oils, lotions, and a scent diffuser beside it.
“You booked me a massage?” I whipped around to face Low, a slight blush on his deep brown skin.
“Kind of.” He licked his lips. “I didn’t want nobody else rubbing on you though.” He lifted the robe that hung on one side of the double doors that led to the bedroom and outreached it to me.
“How many massages have you given, Mr. Harris? I need a real one,” I half jested.
“None, but it shouldn’t be too fucking hard.” As he talked, he inspected the oils before mumbling something to himself and turning on the diffuser. “Go get undressed, Miss St. Thomas,” he said upon noticing me watching.
“Yes, sir.” I dropped my purse on the dining table nearby and began to undress, keeping my eyes locked on Low’s.
“That fucking body,” he complimented, drinking me in and shaking his head with praise.
He watched every moment, his whiskey brown eyes cascading up and down my body every time I removed an article of clothing, which was just my top, skirt, boots, and panties. I didn’t have on a bra because my titties were small handfuls, and plus, this top didn’t require it.
No words were said as I waltzed over to the bed, Low helping me onto it.
As I lay on my stomach, I was surprised to feel the heat coming from the massage table, just like at the parlors.
The slight cool breeze from the air conditioner complemented the heat I felt, relaxing me completely as Low turned on some music.
Shutting my eyes, I put my face into the contraption at the head of the bed as Low began to rub me down with what felt like an oil and lotion mix.
His big, strong hands felt amazing on my sore ass body that had been through the wringer for the past few weeks.
Add to that the horrific practice session with Nikita, and I felt like a corrugated vehicle in a junkyard.
I groaned softly when he massaged my shoulders, causing a pleasurable pain to sear through me as he did so. Moving down to my back, he applied the same delicious pressure, causing another moan to escape my lips.
He grazed my ass subtly, making me lick my lips at him teasing me before promptly moving to my thighs, kneading the inner area and getting extra close to my pussy. He spread them with a gentle vigor, if that was even possible, massaging deeply at the area where my thighs met my pelvis.
I groaned in ecstasy just before he moved downward, tending to my calves for a bit and then my extremely sore feet.
He went to the other side of my body, performing the same motion, teasing me every time his callous but perfect fingers applied pressure at my inner thighs. His fingers brushed my lower lips very subtly, but it had my clit throbbing all throughout my limbs and stomach.
Finally, he gave in, gripping handfuls of my ass and manipulating them with a pleasurable pressure that made me moan again as “Body” by Summer Walker came on.
“Flip,” he demanded, and I did so lazily since he had me feeling beyond tranquil and horny as hell.
Him eating me out the night we attempted to have sex had been on replay in my head ever since.
Closing my eyes as I rested on my back, enjoying the soft music, the heat from the bed, and Low’s large hands caressing my neck, shoulders, arms, and then breasts, I felt myself begin to leak onto the bed.
Low parted my thighs after finishing his work on my stomach, and proceeded to knead that area, getting dangerously close to my pussy. When his fingers brushed it, I cooed unintentionally.
He moved back to the other side after making his way down to my feet and went back to massaging my other arm. His big hands covered my breasts, sweeping across my taut nipples as he did so, making me bite my lip in angst.
His hand flattened against my belly as he kissed between my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. Finally being touched by him in this way caused my back to bow from the bed as I whimpered.
One of his hand continued traveling downward as he started to suck, bite, and tease my other nipple with his mouth and tongue.
Once hitting the apex of my thighs, he parted them smoothly but assertively while continuously sucking my nipples into his mouth with a sweet compression.
He made me flatten my feet on the bed so that my knees were up and parted.
His fingers brushed against my clit, causing me to whimper yet again, as he began to circle around it, being sure to tap under the hood every now and again. That coupled with him vacuuming my nipples into his mouth had me on edge already as Summer crooned.