sex with my woman?
I waved his hand off and said, “I don’t fuck with lawyers like that. Y’all stay with a lie or two. So... Are you here to get my record closed for me? How much is that gon’ cost me?” I slowly put my gun in its holster. Savannah’s face regained its color, but Royce’s face remained the same.
Peaches walked in between us and faced Royce. “He’s doing it for free, Dre. He owes me a favor, so I’m cashing it in on you. That’s why I asked you to meet us here today.”
Before Peaches could finish her sentence, there the punk went again, nodding his head “yes” and agreeing with whatever she was saying.
He opened his mouth again to talk. “Don’t worry about all that, Dre. I’ll get you all squared away for free. It’s the least I can do.”
Royce was right. After sampling my goods and using my fiancée as his blow-up doll, that was the very least he could do. Even a pimp would charge him more than a couple of hundred for a night with Savannah. I wasn’t about to accept his help, because Savannah wasn’t for sale even if she did make you want to put a price tag on her. My pride wouldn’t let me accept a handout from him, and I’m glad it didn’t.
“Don’t trouble yo’self, Royce. I’ll fix my shit on my own time. There’s something about you I just don’t trust.” As I concluded my sentence, Royce’s facial expression grew into a questioning one, and so did Savannah’s. I couldn’t believe what she fixed her mouth to say next.
“What do you mean, you just don’t trust him, Dre? He’s here to help you. I think you owe him the opportunity to try—and an apology.”
I should have snatched her ass off the ground by her neck, then locked my grasp around her throat until she blacked out. What would make her think I’d owe him anything? He was in debt to me for nonpayment from all my pussy and time he’s been getting. I’d never put my hands on a woman except to please or assist her, but Savannah had me ready to slap the shit out of her. She needed to learn where her loyalties should lie and to shut her mouth when two men were talking. It was hard to play cool after that, but I managed to bring Savannah back to reality.
“I don’t know, Savannah. The nigga looks shady to me. He looks like one of them cutthroat niggas that would try to shake my hand after fucking you. You know what I mean?”
That shut her ass up and sent Royce to take a seat as far away from me as possible. Peaches was loving the live entertainment, and since she was the only one in the room who was truly winning, I decided to wrap up this show. “Thanks for trying to look out for me and all, Peaches, but I can handle mines. Come on, Savannah, let’s go.”
Savannah didn’t move an inch. Her eyes were fixated on her mother as if they were having a conversation in Morse code using the blinks of their eyes. “Dre, baby, go ahead and go. I’ll be right behind you. I just want to make sure everything is good with Mama before she leaves town tonight. I love you.”
That was the first time Savannah had called Peaches “Mama” in front of me and truly meant it, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“I’m not in a rush, baby. I can wait while y’all say goodbye. I’m glad to see y’all giving this mama and daughter thing a try. Maybe my daughter will benefit from it.”
“No, Dre,” Savannah blurted out. “We need some... ummm, mama and daughter alone time. You understand, don’t you?” She tried to put on an innocent smile when she finished her last words. If she thought I’d leave her alone with them, she had another think coming.
“Hell no, I don’t understand.” I snapped back at her, then looked at Peaches for an understanding.
She looked lost back at me and didn’t mind expressing it. “Savannah, we’ve already said our goodbyes. Go on home with your fiancé and start enjoying y’all’s new life together with my beautiful granddaughter. I’ll be in touch, and I still prefer you to call me Trisha. Peaches is for friends, and I’ve never liked the word ‘Mama.’ It makes me feel old.”
Laughing at her final words, Peaches grabbed her package and cell phone off the table. She looked at the three of us individually and nodded. Before she made her way out of the room, she gave us a smile that I’d never forget. Now I knew what the devil looked like when he was having a good day.
Chapter Two
Never Saw It Coming
We made it home before the sun ducked off and let the moon do its thing in the sky. It wasn’t quite sunset yet, but the redness of the day was beginning to turn burgundy, and it would only get darker. It couldn’t have been a better time of day to start pleasing season. I had enough daylight left to get home and unwind with some foreplay before breaking Savannah’s back in. I was ready to consummate my renewed relationship. I left all the bullshit that happened at the hotel back at the hotel. I wasn’t going to bring that shit home with me.
When Savannah jumped in her car, and I got in mines, that Royce and Trisha shit was over with. I didn’t know how Savannah felt about it, but I was done with it. While she drove home thinking about the money she lost, my mind was on my passenger. I wasn’t in my ride alone. I was accompanied by freaky thoughts that made my dick harder than steel. He was ready to tear through my boxers and bust out of my pants to get inside of Savannah. I tried not to listen to him, but he was begging me to free him and stroke him now. I was seconds away from turning into one of them perverted niggas you hear about on the news. I thought about just stroking him enough to calm his overly hyped ass down, but that would only make things worse. We were out in public. I couldn’t just pull him out and stroke him like the shit was normal. I was sitting in traffic on a busy Saturday evening with cars to the left and right of me. I wouldn’t fall for his foolishness. Instead, I grabbed his hardheaded ass through my pants and mumbled, “Look, nigga, you gotta wait.”
We had no choice but to wait because we both wanted to feel Savannah’s warmth wrapped around us. I didn’t like stroking my own shit, and he wasn’t that fond of my touch. I only did it when it was necessary, and now wasn’t one of them times. I was ten minutes away from the house; then we’d get some pussy.
Savannah didn’t know it yet, but she was in trouble—in a good way. I was ready to give her all of me after all this time of just giving her enough of me. She didn’t deserve the piping I’m capable of giving her until now. If she thought she couldn’t handle what I’d been giving her in the past, there was nothing she could do to prepare for what she’s got coming. I pushed my foot on the gas and cut over to the far right lane so I could be parallel to Savannah’s car at the red light. When she looked my way, I rolled my window down, and she did the same.
“Stop driving like a granny and hit the gas, baby. I got something to give you when we get home.” As the words came out of my mouth, the pounding in my pants got worse.
“What’cha got for me, Dre?”
Her question made her right eyebrow lift, and her eyes slant. Damn, my baby is sexy. I could’ve eaten her ass up at the light, but it quickly changed from red to green. If she hadn’t hit the gas at the change of the signal, she would have heard me say, “This dick.” I had to rub my pants before following her lead.
When she pulled in our driveway, I pulled in and parked right behind her, blocking her car in. She wouldn’t be going anywhere anyway, at least not anytime soon. She got out of her car and smiled at me. I’m sure she didn’t mean for it to be a sexy smile, but that’s the way my dick convinced my brain to perceive it. I jumped out of mine, raced up the walkway behind her, and attacked Savannah before she could get her key out of the door.
“What are you doing, Dre?” Savannah said, laughing as I came up behind her and started nibbling on her neck.
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” I pressed the zipper area of my pants against her butt so she could feel my words, then said, “I told you I had something for you,” as I laid combinations of licks and small bites on the back of her neck.
“It