Page 18 of Body Language (Mind, Body, & Soul #2)

Kendrix

I shot her a quick text. Pulling up, Pretty.

By the time I parked outside her place, I stepped out, straightened my jacket, and walked up the drive.

The front door cracked open. Sweatsuit hugging her like she was doing me a favor just existing. She turned, about to lock the door, and when she spun back around, she damn near jumped out her skin.

“Shit, Kendrix!” she clutched her chest. “Don’t do that! I know everybody in this area. They not stupid enough to try me. I can walk to the truck just fine.”

“Kids home?” I asked, nodding toward the door.

She blinked, slow. “Uhh… nooooo.” She dragged the word out, confused. “Rita took them to get hibachi since they begged for it for dinner. Why?”

I pointed toward the door behind her. “Can I?”

Her brows shot up. “Can you… what?”

“Go in.” My smirk widened. “I’m coming to collect.”

The look she gave me said she knew exactly what the hell I meant.

Her lips twitched. “Boy, please.” She shook her head, laughing under her breath. “I gotta get to the club, horny man.”

I stepped closer, tilting my head down until I could feel her breath on my lips. “Yeah, and I need to eat.”

Before she could smart-mouth me again, I kissed her. She tried to laugh against my mouth, but it turned into a soft moan that damn near had me losing my mind.

Without breaking the kiss, I pushed the door open. She backed up step by step, guiding me inside, her hand catching the edge of my jacket like she didn’t wanna let go.

We stumbled down the hall, her leading, me following, lips never parting.

By the time we hit her bedroom door, I had one hand on her hip, the other sliding up her back.

The second we made it into her bedroom, she spun on me, eyes low and wicked, lips glistening like trouble.

“You said you came to eat, huh?” she whispered, tilting her head.

“Damn right.”

She slid her hoodie off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.

“Then lay back, Mr. Ken.”

I didn’t even argue. I sat on her bed, kicked off my shoes, and leaned back against her headboard.

She climbed up slow, one knee on each side of my chest, and looked down at me.

“You wanted this so bad,” she said. “now you gone listen to every word my body has to say.”

My dick jumped just from the way she said it. She tugged her sweats down, revealing that nude lace I’d been imagining since earlier. My mouth watered. She caught it and smirked like she’d won.

“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, already hard as fuck.

She lowered herself slow, pressing that heat against my mouth. I groaned, lips parting to taste her, tongue sliding up and down.

“Ohhh…” Her head tipped back, a soft laugh tumbling out of her mouth. “Yeah… that’s it. Hungry ass.”

I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking slow, and she gripped the headboard behind me for balance. Then she started moving. Grinding. Riding.

Gliding up and down my face like I was the damn pole and she was showing off a new routine.

Her voice dripped poetry with every moan.

“See… this how you get fed without ever cooking. This how you make a man beg without saying a word.” She rolled her hips, slow and deliberate, smearing her wetness across my lips and beard.

I groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her buck. I slid my tongue deep inside her, and she cried out, nails clawing. She didn’t hold back. Didn’t move timid. She rode my face like she owned it.

“Yessss,” she moaned. “Don’t stop… eat it like you mean it.”

I buried my tongue back in her, sucking and teasing until she was dripping down my chin. She rocked faster, body trembling, and every time she gasped, I swore I’d never want to hear another sound in my life.

“You hear me, Kendrix?” she panted. “This is how I speak. My body tells the truth. My lips just talk shit.”

I groaned again, tongue circling her clit, and she damn near screamed, her thighs squeezing tight around my head.

“Fuuuuck…” she moaned, hips grinding harder. “You wanted this… so take all of it. Every drop.”

She came undone on my face, her body jerking as she moaned loud enough to wake her whole block. And she didn’t even stop. She kept rocking, slower, milking every last ounce of pleasure until she collapsed forward, breathless, resting her forehead against the headboard.

“Pretty… you just made me see the Lord twice.”

She laughed, still trembling, and slid off me, her legs weak. “Good. That’s what happens when you beg for the sermon.”

By the time I pulled up in front of GivGold, Pretty was glowing. Before she went inside, she grabbed my blunt off the console, lit that bitch, and took a long pull like it was her oxygen. She winked at me, then jogged into the building.

I sat there for a second, shaking my head. “This motherfucker.”

When I finally walked in behind her, I wasn’t even fully in the door before I felt it. That hot-ass death stare from Arlette. Posted up by the bar in a dress that probably cost too much for it to be doing that little. Her eyes locked on me like she’d caught me sneaking out of her damn mama’s house.

I didn’t even give her the satisfaction. I cut through the main floor crowd, dapped up a couple familiar faces, then ducked into one of the private lounges in the back. Closed the door, lit another blunt, and leaned back on the couch like I had peace in my life.

That shit didn’t last long when the door flew open.

“So you just gone stroll up in here with that bitch like I’m invisible?!”

I took a slow drag and exhaled right in her direction. Didn’t move a muscle.

“Kendrix, are you deadass right now? You really gone embarrass me like that? After everything we been through?!”

I was calm as ever. “Arlette, lower your voice. Ain’t nobody in here but me, you, and my patience.”

She threw her hands up. “Oh, so now I’m crazy? That’s what you doing? I been calling you all day and now I see why you ain’t pick up. She had her mouth on your phone and your dick probably, didn’t she?”

I leaned back further, lips twitching. “Sound like you picturing it too hard. You jealous or turned on?”

“Nigga, I will—”

“You will what?” I asked. “Cuss me out in a private room you weren’t even invited in? Make yourself look even more pressed than you already do?”

Her mouth opened, then closed. She glared, chest heaving.

“You out here playing in my face, Kendrix. Like I’m some random bitch you just stumbled across,” she snapped. “You really think I’m about to let you embarrass me like this?”

“Arlette, let me be real with you one time.”

She folded her arms, chin tilted high. “Please. Enlighten me.”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

“The only thing embarrassing in this room is you. You’re still acting like you hold a place in my life when truth is…

the only place you hold is in the past. And you stuck there, running your mouth, while I’m over here building a future you’ll never be a part of. ”

Her mouth opened, but I wasn’t done.

“You keep saying you know your worth,” I said. “but you’re begging for a man that don’t want you. That’s desperation, and it’s loud as fuck.”

She took a step closer, jabbing her finger at me. “Oh, I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“The last time you said that that shit, all you showed me was why I left your ass where you at now.”

I had just finished flicking the last bit of ash into the tray when a dancer strolled, swinging her hips like she was auditioning for my attention. She leaned on the doorframe, licking her lip gloss like it was supposed to hypnotize me.

“Well, well,” she purred. “The famous Kendrix Givelle. I was wondering when you’d let me keep you company.”

I didn’t even look up all the way, just side-eyed her. “You wondering wrong, sweetheart.”

She fake pouted, walking closer, tits damn near spilling out her top.

“Aw, come on, baby. Just one dance. I promise I’m worth it.”

I leaned back, lips twitching into a smirk. “Nah. You gorgeous, but you’re not my flavor.” I slid a few hundreds from my pocket and held them out. “Go buy yourself something nice and tell MissCommunication to come see me.”

Her eyes lit up at the money even while her ego took a hit. She snatched the cash with a grin, “Sure thing, Big Daddy.”

“Don’t call me that again,” I said smoothly.

She laughed nervously and bounced out the room.

Two minutes later, the door opened again and fuck.

Pretty walked in. Leather hugging every curve and ass sitting.

She had her hair pulled back, hoop earrings glinting under the dim lights, and a look on her face like she knew she was the baddest thing breathing.

My jaw tightened. The way that outfit was squeezing her had every nigga out there wanting her.

She laughed as soon as she saw my face. “What you want?”

Before I could even answer, she climbed right into my lap, facing me like she owned my throne. Her arms wrapped around my neck, lips just inches from mine.

I gripped her thighs tight, leather creaking under my hands, and smirked. “What I want, Pretty? Hell, you sitting on it.”

I licked my lips, staring at her. “Nah. But I got something for you that’ll shut you up for at least five minutes.”

She leaned back a little, biting her lip like Christmas came early. “Oh, so we doing gifts now? You tryna spoil me already, Givelle?”

“Not trying,” I corrected, sliding my hand into my jacket pocket. “I am.”

I pulled out a small velvet box and set it in her palm.

The second she felt the weight of it, her whole demeanor shifted.

She loved gifts. I could see it in the way her smile softened, like she was already picturing herself wearing it.

Not because it screamed money, but because it screamed thoughtfulness.

“Go ahead,” I said.

She opened it slow, like her body couldn’t decide between playing it cool and squealing. Inside was a delicate bracelet. White gold with a line of small amethyst stones, deep purple and gleaming under the light.

Her lips parted. “Kendrix…”

I smirked. “You like it?”