With no shame, she trailed me into the men’s bathroom. No one was inside when we entered, but knowing Melli, it wouldn’t have made a difference. She had always gotten a kick out of doing freaky shit not knowing it only confirmed my decision to never commit to her.
“You came in here trying to get dicked down, but I really have to pee.”
She leaned against the door, watching me with narrowed eyes. “That’s all right. I’m going to clean you up once you’re done.”
Like an obedient lover, Melli waited near the door until my dick was in my pants. However, the second I finished drying my hands, she was on me. When she tried to touch my face, I checked her. When she tried to kiss me, I directed her lips to my neck. I wasn’t a fan of kissing, especially a woman who would suck my dick right after I took a piss.
Trained to go, Melli dropped to her knees. She purposely gagged on my dick until her mouth was dripping wet. Even though she didn’t need any help, I palmed the back of her head and encouraged her to pick up the pace. I wasn’t the type of nigga to rush a good head job, but I didn’t want anyone to walk in on us.
“Aww, fuck. Do that shit!” I glanced down and caught the sight of her long tongue swirling around the head of my dick like it was a popsicle.
She repeated the motion, sending my head into the wall behind me.
“Give it to me, baby,” she demanded with my hard on in her mouth. A few pumps later, a grimace overpowered my face, and cramps tightened my gut.
After I sent my seeds down Melli’s throat, she bounced to her feet as if I had brought her to an orgasm. The glow in her eyes made her look like an addict who just got their fix. There was no humiliation in her demeanor when we returned to the bar area to say goodbye to the people who mattered. A few times, she dabbed the corner of her mouth as if to confirm what a lot of people already knew about her.
As soon as we got in my truck, Melli started sighing and fidgeting in her seat. I knew she wanted me to ask what was on her mind, but I wasn’t the man to solve her problems. She was a fun time and a pretty face, and that’s where it started and ended.
“Baby. What are you getting me for Christmas?” she finally asked.
I lifted a shoulder. “After the way you squeezed the nut out of my balls, all you have to do is send me a list, and it’s yours.”
“Hm. What if I said all I want is you?”
I groaned and retrieved a half-smoked blunt from my middle console. I hated smoking in my truck, but I would rather pay to have it cleaned than listen to Melli with a clear head. Over the last four months, she picked my brain about us being together, and my answer hadn’t changed.
“Do you want to grab food now, or would you rather order room service?” I asked, ignoring her question.
“Why do you always do that, Loso?”
“Do what?”
“Shut down when I talk about us being together. It’s not the worst idea in the world.”
“For you it isn’t,” I replied. “We vibe well together, but I think you forgot how we started fucking around. I slept with you and your homegirl before y’all did the same shit with one of my club brothers.”
Melli slammed her back against my passenger seat. “I remember that night. Me and my homegirl weren’t the only ones being passed around.”
“Hey, I’m not judging you. I just can’t wife you.”
“Fuck this,” she spat out. “Take me home, Loso.”
“Say less.” I checked my rearview mirror then merged off the freeway. As I sped to Melli’s house, I turned up my radio and ignored the deep exhales she set free. I didn’t engage since I couldn’t give Melli what she wanted. I wasn’t running down her past to shame her. I just wanted to remind her that our foundation would never be solid enough for longevity.
“So, you’re coo’ on the Christmas gift?” I wondered aloud.
Venom soared from her pointed stare. “Boy. Fuck you.”
Chapter 3
Essen
“Hey, you!” I strutted over to a table Loso sat at in a corner. The scowl on his face made me freeze in front of my chair. “What’s wrong? I’m notthatlate.”
“That’s not the issue. Where the hell do you have me?”
My shoulders relaxed as I waved him off then stripped out of my peacoat. The cozy weather was perfect for my sleeveless sweater dress, stockings, and knee-high leather boots. I loved crop-top weather like the next girl, but nothing beat the breezy months. As I adjusted the neck of my dress, I noticed Loso’s big mouth wasn’t running. I glanced up and saw his vision on me, yet the second our eyes collided, he redirected his attention.
