“I don’t do dark liquor, and you know it,” she answered as she swayed to Dru Hill’s ‘I Love You’. “Plus, I’m trying to have a baby. Drinking isn’t ideal for my situation.”
“One drink ain’t gonna hurt you,” I said as I slid the bottle across the table she was sitting on. If it were anyone else, I would’ve been pissed that they had their ass on my expensive ass glass table, but not Yale. She could do whatever she wanted, and I’d accept it because I loved her. Plus, she looked pretty as hell sitting there in a pair of ball shorts, a tank top, and a bonnet on her head. She looked relaxed, like she was at home, and I loved that shit.
She looked at the bottle, then shook her head. “I’m not drinking,” she said, then pushed the bottle back to me.
“One drink won’t hurt,” I said, laughing.
“I’m good,” she said, not meeting my eyes, and I shrugged.
“I remember back in the day, all it took was one or two shots, and your ass was gone,” I laughed. “What happened to that girl?”
“She grew up, and her tolerance got lower,” Yale laughed. “Me and drinking didn’t always mesh well.”
“You get hot in the ass,” I said as I started fixing our plates. We’d ordered Chinese on the way here, and it showed up just as we pulled up. I wasn’t hungry, but neither of us had eaten all day. “I remember those college days all too well.”
“I don’t get hot in the ass,” she giggled, and I looked up to see her lying on the table. She was high as fuck.
“Sunshine, how many times did I get a call that you and Consonance ass was in the club, on the tables dancing and shit?” I asked with a laugh. “Every damn time it happened, I would have to drag y’all out of there, and the first thing that came out of your mouth was you needed your pussy ate.” I shook my head.
“Probably,” she laughed. “But it wasn’t my fault. Consonance has the tolerance of a damn sailor, and I was trying to keep up. Clear liquor makes me want to fight, and dark makes my body tingle, and if I mix them, Lord help the world because I’m horny and want to fight.”
“Man, what?” I stopped fixing our plates and stared at her.
Yale rolled over on her stomach and nodded. “It’s crazy, I know, but I’m serious. I didn’t realize it until after I got engaged to Grant. We were celebrating, and I started mixing my liquors. Grant hated it because I would want to have rough sex, and he isn’t into that.”
“That nigga be wanting to make love,” I chuckled and shook my head. “And you want to fuck. How does that work?”
“It doesn’t,” she answered with a shrug. “Which would be the other problem. I wanted to fuck, like nasty, sweaty, rough, make me scream and beg type of sex, and he wanted to whisper into the night.” She rolled her eyes, and I had to adjust my dick in my shorts to keep her from seeing how hard my dick was. I wanted to make love to my woman, but when she said fuck her, then as her nigga, that was your job. Knock her head through the fucking headboard if you had to, but you never left your woman unsatisfied because you wanted to be pretty.
“Ay, Sunshine, have this type of conversation with Consonance, not me,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t give a fuck about you and that nigga’s sex life.”
“It was past tense, smart ass,” she said, and I shrugged. “Amethyst, stop acting like that because I don’t know how many times I’ve heard about your sex life over the years.”
“Not from me.” I looked up at her, surprised. I respected Yale too much to ever tell her about the bitches I was fucking. “I never told you about any of them.”
“You may not have, but they couldn’t wait to tell me how you fucked them,” she laughed and finally got off the table. She took one last pull of her blunt, then ashed it and came into the kitchen to wash her hands. “Every single one of them made sure I knew how you fucked on them.” She dried her hands with a napkin, threw it away, then patted my shoulder. “It was like they were trying to find something to have on me that they experienced and I never had.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” I asked her, then handed her the plate I made for her. “I would’ve nipped that shit in the bud.”
“Why?” she laughed, then set her plate on the island. She stepped into my space and wrapped her arms around me. “You are a grown man; you having sex isn’t a foreign concept.”
“They shouldn’t have run their mouths to you,” I said, shaking my head. “You ain’t need to know about me fucking on them.”
“It’s fine, trust me,” she replied with a shrug. “I didn’t care, and I knew they wouldn’t last long anyway, so I was letting them have that win.”
“It still ain’t how I move.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She looked up at me and rested her chin on my chest. “How about this: if the next girlfriend you have starts telling me about your sex life, I’ll tell you.”
“Ain’t no next girlfriend,” I said, shaking my head. “The next woman in my bed will be my wife.”
“Oh, really?” she lifted her brow, and I nodded. “When did you make that decision?”
“A few days ago,” I answered. “I’m getting too old to play games.” I licked my lips and smirked. “I know what I want, so I’m about to go after that shit now.”
“Well, damn,” she said, then pulled away from me. She might have thought she moved fast enough, but I saw the look of disappointment in her eyes. Yale had no idea I was talking about her, which was cool because I planned to make sure she realized it and soon.
“What’s that look for?” I asked, pulling her back to me. When she refused to look at me, I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. “Huh? What’s the problem, Sunshine?”
