I jolted my body forward from the sectional. “Excuse me. Say that again.”
Marquise had clearly lost his senses suggesting I should satisfy his sexual hunger. To be bold about it, took a large pair of nuts. I rubbed my forehead, regretting my offer of us being friends.
“I said,” he projected his voice. “If this drought doesn’t subside, I’ll talk myself in between those thick brown covered thighs.”
“Marquise.”
“Weirdo.”
“I don’t do casual sex,” I said.
Well, I wasn’t completely honest. I’ve had a stint or two of casual sex with two partners. When the last guy lied about being married, I cut the cord on friends with benefits.
“I understand. I didn’t plan on sharing you anyway,” he said.
“Marquise!”
“Are you going to keep calling my name or actually say something?” he said.
“You can’t bully me into a relationship,” I said as I stood, tossing my controller on the seat cushion, waiting for a response.
“You’re going to volunteer and I’m willing to assist if needed. It seems as if we have work to do,” he said.
I chuckled as I took in the view of L.A. from his bedroom. The air in Denver had sucked the oxygen from his brain.
“What work?” I questioned.
“On making this friendship work or I’m eating your pussy,” he said.
I swallowed hard at his statement as my mind scrambled to find a response. Marquise had become a little too comfortable with me to expose his internal thoughts. He had to be playing. What person tells their best friend something sexual in nature.
“Marquise, I promise after you eat my pussy your mouth won’t venture anywhere else. You and your wallet don’t want these problems. Now, talk to me nice,” I said.
“I need to get ready for the treatment,” he said, backing down, and I hung up.
Afterward my phone vibrated, and I laughed.
Marquise
Me
Marquise
Old fashioned, but I used those too.
Me
Go play basketball.
Marquise
Last night, holding Erin in my arms had me on an unbelievable high. The melon scented lotion she rubbed on her body lingered in my nose. This morning, I made sure she packed enough toremain upstairs with Jhae. Not only did it ease Malcolm’s worry, but it allowed me to relax. We had security cameras outside the door. If a dude came by, I would know about it.
“What she say?” Malcolm asked, as he grabbed his bag.
A sense of freedom rained on me after I spoke my truth to Erin. When I couldn’t get hard for Ashley, a car model with a banging ass body and fat ass, something had to give.
“Before she hung up, she put me on blast, calling out my meaningless sex.”
