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Tayla

J ourdan and I were fuming as we sat in the back of the rideshare.

We sat silently as the driver took his sweet time getting us to our destination.

I looked out the car’s front windshield, trying to focus on anything that would calm me down.

However, it seemed like each red light we stopped at was a beacon, and I was the bull whose anger was amplifying with each stop.

After about a twenty-minute drive, the rideshare pulled up to Three.

“You ladies have a good night,” the driver said as we got out of his vehicle.

“Thank you,” I said, finding the strength to grit it out.

“You ready to go put belt to ass?” I asked Jourdan

“Hell yeah, you know I stay ready.” We both straightened our dresses, took deep breaths, and headed inside.

The dark, smoky environment, set to relax its occupants, did nothing to calm me.

Not even the smooth aromatic notes of the cigars or the music helped, either.

We momentarily scanned the room before I spotted them sitting in the rear corner.

“Over there,” I said, tapping Jourdan’s leg and pointing in that direction. I could feel the eyes of nearly every man in the room except my own. Once he’d been alerted of my presence, he quickly turned and slouched down in his seat.

Yeah, you fucked up!

Brice had gotten off work hours ago, and I hadn’t seen or heard from him. Then he was sitting in front of three empty drinks and had just thrown back a fourth. Which meant he was drunk. It was evident when he and Steph stood, and Brice stumbled before they turned and headed our way.

In hour one, I looked at my phone one hundred times.

In hour two, I wore a hole in the floor, pacing back and forth.

I was not going to call; I shouldn’t have had to.

Besides that, I was a little scarred by the fact that when I tried to call either of them before, they wouldn’t pick up.

So, I wouldn’t put myself in a position to be hurt again.

Look how that worked out, Tay.

At hour three, my phone rang; it was JoJo telling me that Stephon and Brice were at the Three Bar and Lounge.

She hadn’t received a call about her husband’s whereabouts either; she’d tracked him when he hadn’t come home.

Maybe I should have done the same, but I was trying to trust him.

She then called Stephon’s mother, Adriana, asking if she could keep the babies.

I quickly put on a ‘fuck you then’ dress, packed Breezy an overnight bag and waited for Jourdan to come pick us up .

Another reason for my contention was the fact that I’d never met Stephon’s mother before and there I was asking her to keep my baby so that I could run up behind my, don’t call home ass man.

I was supposed to meet her for the first time at dinner tomorrow.

Now I knew that Brice handled other shit often after work, but this wasn’t that.

And now he had the audacity to usher me out of Three by the elbow with his drunk ass.

“Let me go, Brice,” I said as I snatched it from his grasp. The four of us were now in the parking lot, making the air tense.

“Stephon, why in the hell did you let him drink so much?” I asked. I waited for a minute, and there was no response. It wasn’t lost on me that he hadn’t said anything to JoJo either.

“You’re not going to answer? I can’t believe this shit. Jourdan, I’ll see you tomorrow at Stephon’s mother’s house.” I said as I leaned in to hug her.

“Belt to ass, Tay, don’t give in,” she whispered into my ear.

“Your ass better not fold, and don’t say shit about what I showed you from the hospital.

We’ll handle it.” I whispered sternly in return.

She nodded and released me. Steph, evidently sober, walked away with Jourdan trailing behind him.

I took Brice by his elbow this time, walking through the parking lot until I spotted his Tahoe.

“Give me the keys, Brice,” I said, holding out my hand.

“I don’t need you to drive. Look at me, I got it,” he said, taking his hand and grabbing my chin.

That’s when I smelled it, the distinct scent of gunpowder wafted into my nose.

It was unbelievable that over the scents of cigar smoke and the faint remnants of his body wash, I could pick up on it, but I could.

I discreetly sniffed and found that it wasn’t on his hands, but his arms. I was sure he hadn’t done a scrub down to remove the evidence, which is why it was still there.

I squinted my eyes at him in confusion, trying to determine when he’d discharged a weapon.

What in the hell is going on?

I no longer wanted to stand and argue with him, so I reached into his pockets and fished his keys out. He let out a slight hiss.

“Get in,” I called out as I hit the fob and rounded the truck. He fumbled around with the door until he tumbled inside. I opened the door and did the same, trying to adjust the seat.

“Seatbelt,” I told him as I strapped mine in and started the ignition. He strapped it on, lay back in his seat, and then slouched.

This guy.

Trying not to dwell on my predicament, I pulled through the spot and headed home. Nonetheless, I still got lost in thought, trying to figure out what had happened with Brice between the hospital and the lounge. And most importantly, why was he upset at me about it?

“You look so sexy in that dress right now,” Brice said, interrupting my thoughts.

He was looking at me with low-lidded, hungry eyes.

I wore a mini dress, made of slinky fabric with rouching down the side.

The neckline was asymmetrical with twist detail straps, with one that hung off my shoulder.

His eyes shifted, and I followed them to see him staring at my thighs, where my dress had risen.

The temperature was rising in the car, so I rolled down the window.

“Why didn’t you call me when you left work?” I said, trying to diffuse the sexual tension he was purposely trying to cause.

“Why did you leave the hospital yesterday without checking Ivy’s ass?”

“I left to talk to JoJo about that; I didn’t want to cause a scene.” I huffed.

“Since when do you give a damn about causing a scene Tay? Yeah ok. I guess that talk needed to be had across the city, too, huh?” he said with a subtle attitude. It was subtle because we weren’t honestly arguing; neither of us had even raised our voice.

“Steph popped up and intruded the last time we tried to have girl time. Who’s to say you or he wouldn’t have done the same again? We were only trying to get away from y’all. Damn!” I spoke.

“Hmph, trying to get away from us at one of the front sandwich bars for the fucking Italian Mafia, Tay. The same Italian Mafia that Nina colluded with tonight to take me out. Did you know that’s where you were? And don’t lie. We just had this conversation, we’re supposed to trust each other, Tay.”

“I’ll say yes to just about anything when you’re fucking me, Brice.

To answer your question, no. I didn’t know, at least not at first. I didn’t know until I overheard Costa's conversation with someone. I didn’t put eyes on him, though, just remembered his voice.

That’s when JoJo and I got the hell out of there before he saw us. ”

“Tay,” he spoke. He’d only said my name, but it was deep, domineering, and filled with desire .

“I want to be mad at you right now because you’re not telling me everything. But I’m kinda drunk, Baby,” he said and paused.

“That, you are, Brice!”

“I can’t think anyway. Not with my dick this hard,” He continued. Then he got quiet, too quiet. I chanced a glance from the road. I nearly swerved from what I saw.

When did he do that?

His legs were spread wide, and he had pushed his shorts and briefs down enough to free himself. It was long and hard, and I could see the mushroom head and the vein that ran from it in the moonlight. He was stroking himself and let out a moan as he bit his bottom lip into his mouth.

“I can’t stop thinking about how good you felt yesterday. I want you sitting on my dick. I want you to feel me inside you, stroking that pussy so good. I need it, Baby. I need you right now,” he moaned.

Shit! Don’t fold. Put belt to ass, Tay.

As I drove, I could hear his heavy breathing and pants as he pleasured himself right beside me.

The sounds filtered into my psyche, fueling my sexual desire.

I glanced again to see his hand fisting his dick up and down as he rolled his hips into it.

I quickly turned my head and gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

I could feel my pussy pulsing with need. It was out of my control.

This was what alcohol did to Brice. It made him ravenous and insatiable. It was how I ended up with him inside me the first time he’d gotten drunk. The memory made me squeeze my legs together as tightly as possible while I drove until I could pull into the garage.

Quickly opening the door to get out, I was unsuccessful as I was snatched over the center console.

Before I could put up any resistance, my dress was lifted, and my panties ripped from my body.

I hissed from the sting but also had no fight left in the game when he dropped me down on his dick.

I knelt my legs beside his and adjusted to his stretch.

His head fell back in pleasure before he lazily raised it to look into my eyes.

“Mmmmhh shit. Where did you think you were going?” He asked. I could feel his hands sinking into my hips as his grip intensified.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I continued sliding down his hard and thick shaft. I was soaking wet even though I tried hard not to be.

“Take care of that for me,” he instructed. I braced my hands on his chest and followed his direction by slowly rising to the tip and sinking until I couldn’t. I repeated the process until I had built up a steady rhythm.

“Yeah, that’s it, just like that,” he said as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and closed, and his mouth fell open.

“Ah, fuck. You make me feel so good. Tell me I make you feel good, too.”

“Yeeesss, Brice, you make me feel so. Fucking. Good,” I moaned out with each bounce.

His eyes popped open, and inside them, I saw pure carnal desire.

It was like a switch had been flipped. He widened his legs as far as the car would allow and sank his fingers deeper into my hips.

Once I was steady, he began to fuck me hard from underneath.

“You have no idea what saying that does to me. So let me show you, Baby.” Stroke after stroke, he pushed into me with intensity and the sole intention to make me explode.

From my pussy up through my chest I could feel him.

My grip tightened on his shirt as I felt every ridge on his hard dick slide in and out rubbing my clit with ascent.

“Look at you. So. Fucking. Beautiful taking this dick,” he said mimicking my ride and thrusting with every word.

“Mmmm, shit you got me so hard. Only you, only you,” he said, then bit his lip.

“Shit, Tay!”

“Brice... Briiicce…” I whined.

“Yeah, Baby?”

“You’re gonna make me cum?”

“Look at me,” he said, focusing his thrust on my G-spot.

“You feel that? You feel me hitting that spot, Baby?”

“Yesssss,”

“Good girl. Now I want you to cum on my dick. Give it to me,” he panted. At his request, I released hard, raining down onto his lap.

“Yeah, Tay wet me up, Baby,” he said as he sat up and crashed into my lips.

His tongue went deeper into my mouth, nastily swirling around mine as my arms locked around his neck.

Breaking away, his breath tickled my neck before his tongue and lips joined in.

They ghosted over my skin, sending shivers through my body until my dress and its straps were ripped down, where he found his way to my breast. He took them into his mouth hungrily sucking licking and biting as he continued to pump into me.

“Tell me where you want it.”

“I want it deep inside my pussy,” I said. The sounds of our sex filled the car’s cabin. He wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me to meet his upward thrust until I came again all over his dick and he painted my walls. As we caught our breaths, he started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Just something Steph said tonight.”

“You care to let me in on the joke?”

“Why did you really leave the hospital?”

“I told you why,” I said, and looked off.

“Hmph, ok. It’s gonna be a long night for you then,” he said as he climbed out of the car with our bodies still connected. It wasn’t lost on me that he was still hard as he carried us inside and up the stairs.

“I love you,” I blurted out. It couldn’t have been a worse time to say it. It looked like I was wagering my love in a bet. He smiled at my declaration.

“I know, Baby. I love you, too, but even that won’t save you tonight. I got that henny in me.”

Shit, belt to ass Tay. Don’t fold. Ok, fold, but keep your damn mouth closed. I should send out an SOS. Hell, Jourdan probably needs one too.