Page 13 of ‘Til I Say When

I whirled around, and Wilde stepped in front of me.

“You better let her walk away while she’s trying to spare yo’ ass.

I’m not gon’ tell you again. How she fucking yo’ lame ass nigga when she with me every night?

That nigga mad ‘cus he a hoe, and he must not be over my shawty. Go direct that anger towards him before I let her knock yo’ ass out. ”

“Knock who out?” Ashley’s sister snaked her neck.

“Girl, fuck them,” Ashley tossed me a hateful glare before they stomped off.

I was too turned on to even be annoyed. The way Wilde checked her officially had my panties moist. He turned around to face me. “Better?” he smirked while looking down at me.

I simply rolled my eyes. “Come on. They probably looking for me to kick me out. We about to hit the strip.”

With a sigh, I pulled my phone from my pocket, so I could call KoKo.

Being with Wilde was unpredictable and a little fun, I hated to admit.

KoKo was five minutes away, but I told her not to come.

In the car, I texted her everything that happened.

Wilde was playing the music so loud that it would have been impossible for us to converse, even if we wanted to.

He sparked a blunt and when he extended it towards me, I hesitantly took it.

I wasn’t sure if I was sweating because it was hot out or because I was fiending for lean.

It could have been a combination of both.

But I needed something to take the edge off.

I hit the blunt three times before passing it back to him.

“Oh, you don’t smoke for real, huh?” he shouted over the music, and I simply shook my head.

Wilde pulled up at a popular wing spot, and when I put my hand on the handle, he tapped my leg with the back of his hand.

I still wasn’t used to him opening the door for me.

I was, indeed, a lightweight when it came to smoking because my lids were heavy off just three tokes.

When Wilde opened the door for me, I wasn’t sure if I was tripping, or if he intentionally didn’t move back, so I couldn’t get by him without our bodies brushing against one another.

The feeling of butterflies had my stomach going crazy as we touched.

Wilde closed the car door and proceeded to walk in front of me, so he could open the door of the restaurant.

We were seated in a booth, and I ordered a frozen margarita, wings, and fries. Wilde placed his order and when the waitress walked away, he eased out of the booth and came to sit beside me. I could feel my heart beating in my throat as he sat very close to me. He turned to face me. “You good?”

I had ingested enough weed to feel slight effects, so I possessed the ability to play it cool, but a part of me was still shitting bricks that Wilde was so close to me. “I’m fine,” I managed to get out.

I swallowed hard as he stared at me. With narrow eyes, I glanced over at him, and his low, hooded lids were staring at my cleavage. “I should have let that girl beat you up.” His tone was low and deep. I barely heard him, but I did. And I laughed so hard that I snorted.

“Please get away from me. You are an irritating ass human being.”

I looked up and saw KoKo walking towards the booth with a hiked brow. All I could do was roll my eyes because she wasn’t going to let me hear the end of it. She slid into the empty side of the booth, and I sighed because unless they switched, Wilde was going to have to stay beside me.

“Hey boo,” I greeted KoKo as the waitress brought me and Wilde’s drinks over.

“Parking is extra crazy out there tonight. I almost went home.”

KoKo’s back was to the door, so she didn’t see Pierre and Jamal walk in.

I saw him, however, and he was fine. He had rich, dark skin, a very low cut Caesar that was swimming with waves, and dimples.

But he also had Nina, and I hoped KoKo was strong enough to resist his charm and good looks.

From what I could tell, he wasn’t as much of an asshole as Wilde was.

He sat beside KoKo, and Jamal sat in the empty booth across from us.

I wished Pierre had done the same because the way we were seated made it look as if we were on a double date.

Despite my reservations about how we were seated, we actually had a nice time at the wing spot.

Pierre, Jamal, and Wilde talked mostly among themselves while me and KoKo engaged in conversation.

I had two strong drinks that gave me a good buzz, and out on the strip, I had a straight shot of tequila.

I felt really good by the time Wilde decided to call it a night.

“I’m not taking you home.” He glanced over at me after we’d been in the car for a few minutes.

“Why not?” I frowned.

“Because you’re coming home with me. You can sleep in the other room.”

I wasn’t sure if I was irritated, relieved, or disappointed.

Irritated because he was still dictating my time.

Disappointed because he didn’t demand that I sleep with him.

Or relieved that the night wasn’t about to end.

I cracked a few jokes with him and wanted to be invited into his bedroom.

I had it bad, and that was sad. The man was still blackmailing me and even though he’d shown a miniscule amount of decency, that shouldn’t mean I was ready to drop the panties for him.

It had to be his looks, his ruggedness, and the way he beat Drew’s ass.

I had to bite my lip to keep a smile from inching across my face as I remembered the way he got one up on Drew and started beating him to a pulp.

I had no sympathy for a man that told me I couldn’t even carry a baby right.

That cruel memory reminded me of the child he had on the way and how his baby mama attempted to run up on me.

Wilde also got cool points for taking up for me.

I wasn’t scared of Ashley and if she wanted to run her mouth while pregnant, she could get slapped while pregnant.

But I loved the way that Wilde stood protectively in front of me and dared her to touch me.

My clit pulsated, and I wished that Wilde was taking me home.

I wasn’t sure me and my raging hormones would be able to handle hearing him sex another woman while I was ridiculously turned on.

“I don’t even have a bag,” I stated as Wilde pulled his Benz into the garage.

“You good. You can sleep naked or in a new pair of boxer briefs I have and a tank top. You should be able to fit my briefs. It’s not like you have a fat ass.”

I scowled at him while he smirked. “You are a funny little nigga.”

“Ain’t shit little about me, G.”

Remembering how he had ole girl screaming and shrieking that night, I certainly believed him.

I followed Wilde inside the house and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

It had been humid and muggy on the strip, and I wanted to shower ASAP.

I didn’t care how hot it was outside. I just couldn’t take a cold shower.

Plus, Wilde’s AC had the house nice and cool, so I took a long hot shower that was sure to have me sleeping like a baby.

When I was done, I wrapped a towel around my body and looked around for an extra toothbrush.

If he was going to be holding my ass hostage, he needed to make sure he had proper accommodations.

I found what I was looking for in the linen closet and chuckled as I spotted a huge box of Magnums. He had enough condoms to last…

shit, I didn’t know. If he had sex a lot, then not even thirty condoms would last him too long.

Slowly, I opened the bathroom door. Steam wafted into the hallway, and I didn’t see or hear Wilde.

Walking into the room I’d be sleeping in, I saw that he’d placed a fresh pair of white boxer briefs on the bed, along with a white tank top.

I didn’t have lotion or deodorant, but it would have to do.

His ass better be taking me home early in the a.m. Once I was dressed, I slid underneath the covers and closed my eyes.

I was drunk and exhausted and hoped it wouldn’t take sleep long to find me.

Before I could drift off, I got that feeling in my lady parts.

The sensation that I only felt when I needed a release bad.

I knew if I didn’t rub one out, I’d never get to sleep.

I eased my finger into the boxer briefs I was wearing and placed my finger on my swollen bud.

I didn’t have a gay bone in my body, but when I watched porn, I only watched lesbians.

I guess a man and a woman having sex wasn’t exciting to me because I did the shit all the time.

When watching porn, I liked to see things I didn’t engage in like lesbian sex and threesomes.

I pictured myself being eaten out by a sexy, thick, baddie.

I imagined her slurping my clit into her mouth and sucking feverishly.

Biting my bottom lip, I began to rub my clit as I fantasized about getting my pussy eaten by a woman.

My self-pleasuring almost came to an end when visions of Wilde popped into my mental.

I envisioned him walking over to me and tonguing me down while I was getting my pussy eaten, and I arched my back as my stomach caved in.

I was getting into it when it felt as if someone was watching me.

I continued to rub myself as my eyes slowly opened.

And there he was. Wilde had entered the room and was watching me.

He was shirtless and almost every inch of his upper body was covered in ink.

The scent of soap entered the room with him.

The bulge in his black pajama pants made me aware that my assumption about him had been correct. I stopped rubbing myself. My emotions were fluctuating between being embarrassed and annoyed as Wilde and I had a brief stare off.

“Why you stop?” he questioned with an amused gleam in his eyes.

“Why are you here?” I asked. My tone was laced with irritation.

“Can I join you?”