Page 16 of For the Love of City

I wasn’t sure if I was going to get the chance to have her like this again so wasting time wasn’t something that I wanted to do. She looked spent but I had the urge to slide back up in her. If this was going to be a onetime thing I was for damn sure going to make it a night to remember.

She wrapped her legs around me silently letting me know that everything was good to go. As quick as possible I slid another condom on and eased my way back into her walls.

The feeling she was giving me was damn near too much. I started my strokes off slowly but as soon as she started making those fuck faces and biting her lip I knew I was gone be on her spot like a fiend for the rest of the night.

“One night is all you want, P?” I nibbled at her lip before hiking her legs up further around me. This position was intimate as fuck, with our faces pressed as closely together as our bodies.

“Just one.” She moaned through it, and even I could hear the lack of conviction in her voice.

“Then don’t plan on sleeping. I got plans for your pretty ass.”

I was irritated as fuck.

And it wasn’t good for a nigga like me to get irritated.

Especially when I ain’t have no sleep. I had woken up, ate good and then went to my room to change and shit.

I saw the message from Trav to meet him for breakfast so I did.

I got down here and he was speaking to Grant’s sister before she went off with her parents to explore the city.

But then Pretty walked her fine, well fucked ass into the restaurant where the newlyweds had arranged a private room with a brunch buffet for the family and went about fixing her plate like shit was sweet.

I understood her being hungry as fuck since I knew the type of work we’d put in but damn, not even a hey before she stuffed her face?

“Bruh, you good?”

My eyes went to Travis sitting across this white-covered table that was laid out with every possible plate and utensil needed.

They’d rolled out the red carpet when they saw who they were taking care of.

The folks bent over backwards to ensure everyone that was with them was more than taken care of.

Hence this nice ass room and this buffet that had its own attendant, omelette chef and two servers just waiting for us to give them something to do.

Old buddy at the omelette station needed to focus on cracking eggs and not smiling in Porsha’s face, I knew that much.

“Chillin’.”

He leaned forward like he ain’t want nobody to hear what he was about to say. Since he wasn’t in the habit of spilling secrets or telling my business I had to wonder why he felt the need. “Nah, you got that look on your face.”

I settled back trying to look unbothered despite feeling pressed as fuck. “Look?”

“Yeah, like we gone have to fuck somebody up. What you get into last night? Something happen?” He started to look around like at any moment somebody might try to ambush us like they did Pac.

The concern was appreciated but since me and Porsha said one night; I wasn’t inclined to say shit to him about what we got into.

He knew I had a thing for her and he’d be trying to make it more than what we’d agreed on.

Him pressuring me to lock her down wasn’t needed especially since I had to play by her rules.

“Nah, why you think that? What could I get into out here that would have you worried?”

“We in Vegas and they call this place Sin City . Baby girl’s man chartered a jet so we could come and watch her get married. Life is extra good but your eyes never lie. They tense as hell, which means something is up. If ain’t nothing wrong, why you look like shit is falling apart?”

I couldn’t tell him it was because my ass was irritated.

Porsha and I had chemistry from the moment I met her at the first game, but we didn’t act on it until last night.

One night with her and I was hooked but her ass was acting like she ain’t know me.

Like I hadn’t been face first in her pussy two hours ago.

Maybe pride was driving my actions more than anything.

“I promise I’m good. Probably just tired and shit. Yesterday was wild.”

Travis nodded his head in agreement before he spoke. “For real. Ion’t know about you but I’m planning to stay for at least a week. There’s a couple of acts out here I want to see and shit but I know you got shit to do with the label. What’s your plans?”

“Probably gone head out tonight or tomorrow. This was unplanned and you know how my ass is about my schedule.” Was that the truth? Yes, but I was also hoping that whatever this mood I was in I could ride out without having to be under his eye. He saw too much and knew me too well.

“I feel you. Have some fun at least while you here. Even if I already know your mind is back on business, since Lyric is good.” He looked relaxed as he put his napkin on his empty plate and the server rushed over to clear his place for him.

“You know me well. Shocked you ain’t eager to get back to Atlanta.”

“The game is always there. Y’all trying to get my ass to consider this shit so this is me considering. Enjoy it while it lasts.” He pushed back from the table and I rose up to meet him before he walked around and we embraced briefly.

“I’ll hit your line when I leave.”

He frowned at my words before he set me straight. “Ain’t even say if old ass institutionalized muthafucka.”

“You know this ain’t really me.”

“I do, which is why I ain’t even bothered. Check in nigga. I don’t give a fuck how big you are, I need a daily ‘ I’m good witcho weird ass ’ message.”

I laughed because Travis was dead ass. He wasn’t about to be somewhere and not know his people were good.

“Same for you. I’m heading to the known, you out here with the weirdos. That phone works both ways.”

While we were talking I saw Porsha take a seat a few tables away. I wasn’t sure if she was just not interrupting or if she wasn’t really fucking with me like that. I stared too long because Travis’ ass just had to say something.

“Heyyy, Porsha!”

She smirked before looking up at the two of us with a nod. “Heyyy, Travis.”

“I’m bout to head out but look out for my boy and his antisocial ass will you?”

She glanced between the two of us before she grinned and picked up her toast. “I’ll do what he allows me to.”

“See, you already know how he moves.” He pat me on the back again signaling he was leaving. “Be easy, bruh.”

“You too.”

I watched him walk out and even as the doorman opened up the door for him I was still watching his back out of habit.

I didn’t bother sitting back down at our table and instead made my way over to where Porsha’s pretty ass was sitting.

She played like she ain’t see me coming but the smile on her face that she was trying to hide was the evidence of her joy at me coming her way.

Instead of saying too much I just stood over her watching as she ate.

“You not speaking?” She tried to keep her tone light but I could hear the thread of censure in her voice. Almost as though I was playing into the idea she already had about me and my dick. Since nothing was further from reality I had to set the record straight.

“Didn’t know how you wanted to handle shit. You sashayed your pretty ass in here like you own this whole hotel and ain’t even say a word.”

That reprimand got her attention and she put down the fork she’d used to demolish the French toast on her plate. Couldn’t blame her cause that shit was good as fuck.

“Handle shit? I thought it was a one-night stand but I didn’t think that meant I had to ignore you moving forward. You don’t think that’ll have people looking at us funny?”

“I gotta be honest, I ain’t been handled that way, if ever.

I mean, I’m not trying to lock you down, but one night might not have been enough.

” I was lying my ass off because part of me wanted to lock Porsha’s pretty ass down.

She was smart as shit, already got along with my people, fine as hell and she was about her business.

That pussy was top-notch and her vibe was everything.

I’d been crushing on P since I met her but I knew if I told her that shit she’d run her ass away from me so fast I wouldn’t have a chance to win her.

So I was playing this bullshit ass game for now.

She smirked at my honesty, which was only part of what I really wanted to say. Porsha’s pretty round browns glanced around the room quickly before turning to me. They immediately filled with lust and I knew she was reliving the hurting I’d put her walls through just a few short hours ago.

“Arrangements can be made.”

She again was trying to keep it light but I could tell she was gone be a woman I had to press in order to move her forward.

“Oh, you trying to keep my dick on standby for you?” I faked annoyance drawing a laugh from her that deepened the smile on her face. Swear she was the most beautiful thing I’d seen grace earth.

“I know you got other passengers , but I’m definitely more than happy to catch a ride when you’re willing.”

“You wrong there, no passengers on my plane . But not you putting a lease plan on my dick.”

Shit, she could put in the ownership papers because despite the few women I’d hooked up with since I got out, none of them held my interest the way Porsha had.

Even when I tried to put them in a spot of significance in my life, it didn’t fit which is why I stopped trying and waited on a chance to shoot my shot.

She leaned forward and licked her lips as she eyed me hungrily. I wasn’t doing too much in the jeans and polo I’d thrown on because the trip was last minute. “I’ll even put something down on it to sweeten the deal.”

I rubbed my face hating the way I had to wash her scent off of it this morning.

I was hoping to play my cards right to have her scent soaked into my skin again soon.

“Pretty, you better know better than to talk to me like that. You wake this muthafucka up, ain’t gone be much more talking between us. ”