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CHEMISTRY

I was occupied in bed with Yummi, still in our penthouse suite in Vegas.

We were in the spooning position, and I was stroking her slowly under the sheets.

Her pussy was gushy, and she was moaning breathlessly.

She was half-asleep from our night on the strip.

We wanted to feel each other, so I was waking her up with early morning dick.

We had spent a lot of money, partied, and eaten the finest foods. Now we were going to chill by the pool for a few hours at a day party. “You got me woke now, so let me ride you,” she uttered sleepily.

“Go ahead. You know I love that shit.” I pulled out of her and lay on my back.

Before Yummi slid down on my dick, she wrapped her lips around me.

I grunted at the feeling of her tongue licking off her juices.

Yummi told me a lot about her and Hurricane’s relationship, and their sex life was one of the topics.

She said he didn’t let her go down on him because she was his queen, but me, I wasn’t that type of nigga.

If I was in a relationship, my girl was going to give me head because I wasn’t going to another bitch to get pleased.

It was clear that he stopped her from sucking his dick because he was using Sparkle as a cum rag.

“You’re pretty and nasty, I like that,” I uttered when she came up for air.

Giggling, she slid down on my pole. She moaned as she rode me slowly. I had my eyes closed while she went to work on me.

“Lameek, do you love me?” Yummi asked gently.

I opened my eyes. She had her head thrown back while her hands were on my knees, helping her bounce on me.

I thought about her question. Yeah, I loved her.

I always had, because she was close to me and always loyal.

But I knew she meant was I in love. I was falling for her badly, and she matched me more than I ever thought.

When I lay silently with her, I noticed our heartbeat had the same rhythm.

That alone let me know she was made for me, and God had placed her unexpectedly in my life for a reason.

“Of course, I love you, Yummi.”

She opened her eyes, came up slowly until we were almost touching lips, and threw her hair out of my face.

“I love you, too. You’re making me fall in love with the way you have been treating me.” She kissed me.

“I feel like I’m falling in love, too, so don’t think you’re in this alone. Tonight, I’ma show you better than I can tell you, tho’.”

“What does that mean?” She gazed at me, confused.

“You’ll see. Now finish doing what you do. That lil’ grip you got on me feel good den’ a muthafucka.” I smacked her ass.

Yummi continued to ride me, and she squirted all over me and the bed. I enjoyed watching her get off her nut, but after close to an hour, I was getting mine off.

I put her in missionary and slowly grind her deeply as we kissed, but once we got all the way in the zone, there was knocking on the door. I had gotten a text from Tory saying he was touching down to see me again, so I knew it was him. He was the only one who knew where our room was.

I wasn’t going to stop my lovemaking with Yummi for him, so I pushed her legs to her shoulders and picked up my pace.

Our moans were so loud, I was sure Tory heard them.

Luckily, the luxury bed was bolted to the wall because the headboard would’ve been banging loud as fuck.

I came deep inside of Yummi like I had been doing the whole trip.

I knew what I was doing because I always pulled out when I went raw in a female.

I caught my breath briefly before getting out of bed.

“That was a great start to the day. I’m going to soak in the tub, and you can handle whoever is at the door. I hope they didn’t hear us,” Yummi said as she climbed out of bed behind me.

I gazed at her naked body, almost getting my manhood up again.

“That’s Tory at the door, so stay back till he’s gone.”

“Okay, baby.” She kissed me and then sashayed into the bathroom.

I grabbed my spliff and then slid on my Versace robe and slides before heading to the door.

I opened it, and Tory stood at the door with his usual black hoodie, but he was carrying two duffel bags.

Seeing him in his hoodie every link-up made me think of my days of running the streets and being grimy in the name of money.

Now, I was laid back and hardly had to get my hands dirty.

I let him step in, and I closed the door.

“Let’s go to the kitchen,” I instructed as I hit my blunt.

We walked to the kitchen, and he set the bags on the table.

“This yo’ bread from Hurricane. He said it’s the mill and the eighty bands he owed you.

I have some time before I have to hop back on my flight.

You want me to count it with you to make sure it's right? I’m ready to pop that nigga for anything.

Oh yeah, he said it’s a letter in the bag he wants you to read. ”

“Nah, you’re good. I’ma get out with my lady for the day. I ain’t worried ‘bout that nigga or his letter. I’ll look at that shit later today or tomorrow. Go ahead and take a few stacks off the top and take a private flight back. I really don’t care how much it is. Long as the nigga did his job.”

“Nah, I don’t need yo’ bread, homie. I got ten bands out the nigga for that info, so I’m good.”

“Don’t ever turn down no money, nigga. You got a kid on the way, right?” I took a long pull of my blunt.

“Yeah, I do. My lady is having my daughter in a few weeks.”

“Well, you need the money. Start yo’ lil’ girl a college fund. Do some positive shit before she comes into the world.” I passed him the blunt.

He shot me a sly grin. “That’s why you’re my big homie, for real. You always looking out on some real life shit.”

“That’s what I’m supposed to do when you’re under my wing.”

I finished my blunt with Tory and then went to the bathroom with Yummi after he left.

When I walked in, she had the bathroom smelling fruity. She was lying in the jacuzzi tub full of bubbles. Her face was covered in a charcoal mask, and she had a towel over her eyes. I didn’t want to disturb her relaxation, so I turned on the shower and stepped in.

“I’m about to get out now, so we can leave. We have an hour before brunch is over,” she told me while I was in the shower.

“Aight… Tory brought that money from that nigga Hurricane.”

“So now what?” she asked above a whisper.

“Nothin’. That nigga my opp, but he knows not to step to me. If he tries, tho’, I’ll be the one to buy his mama her black dress.”

Yummi didn’t reply. She stood up from the tub with bubbles all over her body, walked over to the shower, and got in with me. Pressing her body against mine, she stood on her tippy toes and kissed me.

“Well, I’m not ever going back to that nigga. I don’t love him and haven’t for a long time. Whatever happens, happens… as long as nothing happens to you.”

I wrapped my arms around her. “You know a nigga can’t touch me.”

She rinsed all the bubbles off her body and then got back out.

I quickly finished my shower and got dressed. I threw on some Prada swim trunks, a tank top, and some Nikes, knowing we were gonna spend the day by the pool at this day party. Yummi slipped into a Balenciaga bikini top and black jean shorts.

We headed outside, and the valet pulled up my ride.

I slid into the driver’s seat and took us to The Venetian, a spot with a day pool party that was buzzing.

It was everything you’d expect from Vegas: luxury, a whole vibe, with a side of energy that could outshine anything in the world.

The crowd was a mix of people looking to ball out and tourists trying to live their best lives.

We passed the casinos, still packed at noon, before parking near the event.

We walked into the spot, and all eyes were on us.

We grabbed brunch and found a spot by the pool.

I made sure I caught a good buzz off the mimosas they were handing out.

The food was solid, and I was ready to call it a day after we had eaten and partied for three hours. But not Yummi. She had plans.

“Let’s rent bikes and ride along the strip,” she suggested as we strolled the boardwalk outside.

“A nigga ain’t rode a bike in a minute, so let me get me a bottle of water first.”

She giggled. “You’ll be fine. But we’ll get you some water. I ride bikes all the time for exercise.”

We rented two Schwinns and cruised to the strip. I snapped pictures of Yummi, as usual, and she insisted we take some together, too. I wasn’t a fan of the camera, but she was excited, and I couldn’t resist.

We rolled by a bungee jumping site. Yummi was nervous as hell when I told her I wanted to do it.

“You sure you don’t want to do this by yourself?” she asked, her voice shaky as we walked up the stairs.

“Nope, you’re coming with me. What I tell you about that scary shit? As long as I’m with you, ain’t nothing to fear. That’s the same for this jump—and for life.”

“I know I’ll never have to be scared with you,” she said, smiling faintly. “So I guess I’ll face my fears.”

I grabbed her hand as we got closer to the edge. We were strapped together for a couple’s jump. I was always the daredevil, so as soon as the countdown started, I didn’t wait. I jumped.

Yummi held me tight as we plunged fifty feet, the rush making me feel alive. We were chest to chest, her heartbeat racing against mine as we got to the bottom, where we almost touched the manmade lake under us.

“There goes your heart beating like mine again,” I joked as we were brought back up.

“It does? I never noticed... but that wasn’t as scary as I thought. It felt good.”

“I know it did. So, what’s next? I’m hungry.”

She laughed. “Boy, we just ate brunch. We’ve done enough for the day. We can chill back at the hotel until dinner. There’s snacks in the room for your hungry ass.”