Page 6 of Defending the Post (The Complexity of Love #3)

“It’s okay, Marquise. She must be special. People use people every day. And you know I enjoy sucking your dick,” she said.

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and opened them again.

Sharra’s wavy hair had transformed into the curly mohawk and chestnut brown skin.

My dick hardened as I kept the vision of Erin in the forefront of my mind.

The warmth of her mouth sent chills racing up my spine.

I gripped her hair, setting the tone for my pleasure.

“Fuck,” I gritted.

The more her tongue wrapped around my shaft, the more I edged toward my release. She increased the pace and her suction as my eyes watered and cum left my body.

“Shit!”

I opened my eyes to find Sharra licking her lips to claim the cum that missed her mouth.

“Whoever she is, you want her and bad. You were different, Marquise,” she said.

My heart rattled against my chest as I tried to catch my breath. Mentally, I confirmed Sharra’s comment. Erin controlled my thoughts this morning as I stroked my dick in the shower. Those pretty browns could get anything out of me.

“Are you done?” Sharra asked, as she brushed the tip with her thumb.

I stared at her hardened nipples pushing the bra to its limits and shook my head yea. She smiled as she stood on her feet.

“Until you get the mystery woman out of your system, it’s going to be difficult for youto get hard,” she said.

I agreed with a head nod. Sharra exited to the bathroom as I pushed my dick back into my jeans. She sat next to me and we transitioned to business.

“Thank you for connecting me with your teammate, SB. He bought two houses. My commission was nice. A few more, and I will be able to open my own shit,” she said.

“Sharra, you are the best in the business.”

“What are you going to do about your problem,” she asked.

I peered over at her and shrugged. Sharra sold me what I called my playhouse condo, and we fucked before I signed the paperwork. We’d been associates ever since. After she told me she wanted her own real estate office, I threw business her way.

“I don’t know. She got me in a little chokehold right now. Everything about her goes against my playboy ways.”

Sharra tapped my leg and smirked. “Maybe it’s time to give up your bed wandering ways. This could be a phase.”

“I’m mean as fuck to her because I want her in my bed. She snapped out on me and it turned me on,” I said.

“You mean to a woman? Shit, I know she got your nose wide open,” Sharra said.

I loved women and enjoyed spending time with them.

There was something about their soft energy that gave me adrenaline.

The ambitious ones, I helped with their businesses by giving them referrals.

Some only wanted sex, and that was always okay with me.

One thing I didn’t do was spend money on them or buy them jewelry.

“What makes her special?” Sharra asked.

“She got this shy, feisty spirit and she scares the fuck out of me,” I admitted.

Erin and I hadn’t talked much, but she wasn’t going for casual sex. Thinking about it, I wasn’t comfortable with it either because I didn’t want to share her.

“And you can’t stay away. I never thought I would see the day. I’m going to miss you,” she said, as she tapped my leg and stood on her feet. “Good luck in the playoffs.”

I tossed up two fingers before she left me alone with my dilemma. The only person who could help me was Pops.

I stood in the elevator, hoping Erin wouldn’t question me about the new outfit.

Fuck, this girl already got me searching for an explanation and being accountable.

I unlocked the front door to Erin’s condo and found her staring out the window in those tight ass jeans.

She turned to me and her nose crinkled as she noticed I changed.

“Why did you change clothes?” she questioned.

“Didn’t I tell you to change your jeans? How can you move in those?” I said.

She placed her hands on her hips, highlighting her curves. “You are not my man. I can wear whatever the fuck I want,” she said.

“What’s your man’s number? He needs to see what his woman is wearing out in public,” I said.

She lifted her palms in the air. “Marquise, ask me if I have a man because you want to know.”

I glared at her, arching one brow.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, Marquise, and I’m wearing these jeans,” she said.

You do have a boyfriend. Me, I thought to myself.

I ushered Erin out the door, walking behind her to get another full picture of her ass. It sat beautifully in those jeans and bounced as she walked. The elevator doors opened, and Erin moved to the right side as I followed.

“Do you have to stand this close to me?” she asked, as the elevator descended to the parking garage.

To annoy her, I left no space between us, brushing against her white V-neck shirt. The flowery scent of her perfume hit my nose as I placed my arm over her head.

She slipped her hand in her pocket, retrieving her phone, snapping a picture of us.

“I’m blackmailing your ass now,” she said.

I jolted my head backward. Erin didn’t have to blackmail me for anything. She only needed to ask until I could figure out how to read her body language. The doors of the elevator opened to a row of cars. Malcolm and I owned one side of the parking garage.

“Blackmail?”

“Yes, I’m telling the world I’m your woman and your girlfriends are going to leave you. Scared?” she asked.

I paused my steps as Erin passed, cackling. Reaching for her elbow, I tugged her to me.

“Erin, admit you want me,” I said.

She softened her eyes and slowly released her bottom lip. Erin enclosed the space between us, leaving no room for my heart to beat. The creases of my palms calmed from my sweat glands.

“Get over yourself.”

Dipping my head low, I said, “hellcat, get in.”

I captured her hand, pulling her toward the car.

Erin giggled as she surrendered her hand to me.

Once we reached the passenger side, I didn’t want to let it go.

The softness of her hand pinned against mine fit as if it belonged.

Opening the door, I forced myself to release it instead of kissing it.

She rolled her eyes before sitting in the seat, strapping her seat belt.

I slowed my pace to the driver’s side; emotions all over the place.

Sitting on the driver’s side, I pulled the seat belt over my shoulder. Erin sat buckled, examining the interior of my car. She was my first and only passenger princess. The women I dealt with met me downstairs or at the hotel. No dates or kissing. However, I was respectful.

“Who taught you how to drive a stick shift?” Erin asked, as she reached to touch my screen.

I captured her hand midair. “I do have a father,” I said, lowering her hands to her knee.

Erin sucked her teeth as I played the Icey song she bounced to at the game.

The ride to Santa Monica took longer than usual but I didn’t mind.

My passenger rested in her seat, eyes fixed on the scenery.

Even when I slammed breaks to avoid an asshole, she didn’t flinch.

While we sat in traffic, I put my phone on Airplane Mode to stop the text messages.

The constant interruption paused the music, dampening the vibe.

We pulled into my parents’ driveway, and both cars were parked.

“Whose house is this? This is not the pier,” Erin said, as she examined her surroundings.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re with me.”

Simultaneously, we unbuckled our seat belts. As she reached for the door I yelled her name.

“Weirdo, what are you doing?” I asked.

Erin turned, giving me a frozen stare, but followed my eyes to her hand holding the handle.

“Oh, you want to be a gentleman after being an asshole since we met,” she said.

Erin sat back and withdrew her hand away from the door.

“Woman, Pops will kick my ass if he catch you opening your own door. His old ass is staring at us right now through the cameras,” I informed.

Erin tossed her hands in the air. “How was I supposed to know we were at your parents’ house? You aren’t extremely forthcoming with information,” she said.

When Pops moved in, he took me and Malcolm’s ass through the ringer for a year and a half. Mom wanted to interject several times, but she didn’t, allowing him to lead. We had manners, but he taught us several things Mom couldn’t from a man’s perspective.

With one leg out the door, I shook my head at Erin.

“What?” she asked.

“It don’t matter where we are. A man opens a door for you, Erin. Who have you been dating,” I said, and hurried out of the car.

She followed me with narrowed eyes and a tight lip as I strolled to her side of the car. I extended my hand, but she slapped it away and I chuckled.

“I’m posting that picture and let’s see how your pussy supply dries up,” she said.

Leaning forward, I whispered in her ear. “Go head, women love men who are off limits.”

She faced me, leaving only enough space for air. “Yea, and men love bagging the girl of a celebrity. I might grab one of your teammates. Chauncy is kinda cute.”

I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from kissing her plump, nude gloss tinted, lips.

“I knew you were a user, trying to get a come up off me,” I said, as I slammed her door shut.

“When I think you’re not so bad, somehow you mess it up. Why?” she asked.

I waved for her to walk in front of me. She strolled at a slow pace before picking it up and I gripped her hand.

Landing at the side entrance, I unlocked the door and tugged Erin inside with me.

The light taps from her small hands made me chuckle.

Pops’ brows furrowed as he observed the transaction between us.

“Hey, Pops,” I said and turned to Erin.

“Weirdo, you better speak to my Pops,” I said.

She clenched her teeth together as she gained her freedom from my grasp.

“Hello, Mr. Jefferies. It’s nice to meet you again,” she said, extending her hand.

They exchanged greetings, and he offered her a seat. Erin sat in the stand-alone chair while I claimed the two-seater and stared in her direction.