“She kind of jinxed this. Shehopedwe’d get snowed in.”
“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”
“She said… we, as in me and you, needed to talk."
I stared at her, my heart pounding. “You agree with her?”
She hesitated... then nodded. “I do. Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said finally. “We will… before I leave. But first, let’s figure out how long we’ll be stuck here with y’all." I tapped her leg, lightly. “Come on. I need to check the radio.”
As I exited the room, I crossed paths with Adrian again. That time, I smirked—a petty, disrespectful,I just handled your girltype of smirk.
He chuckled under his breath, but I heard it.
“What the hell so funny?”I asked, curious.
Adrian pointed toward the living room. “Yo’ girl is on Live, going crazy.”
I leaned over to peek around the corner.
Isis was propped up, filming herself like she was shooting a beauty vlog, face smoothed by an aggressive filter, and talking toher phone with the confidence of someone addressing a million followers.
“Y’all, it’s snowing… like full-on, white-out snow!”she announced dramatically.“I’m probably about to be stuck in a cabin with three other people… two of them being strangers and one of those two being my man’s ex. Crazy, right?! If anything happens to me—”
I rushed over, and snatched the phone mid-sentence, cutting her off.
“What the hell you doing?! I leave you alone for a few minutes, and you turn into a damn weather forecaster and a victim?! You online actin’ like we stranded in Antarctica. This is a discreet location, and here you are, running yo’ mouth to five hundred strangers like we onSurvivor: Bougie Edition.Answer this. While you were on therelying, did you happen to mention how you just got done sucking dick like it was charity work,Ms. ‘Everybody Don’t Get That Special Treatment From Me’, but didn’t even brush your teeth afterward?”
Isis gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Okay… first of all, that wasnotcharity work; that was me being supportive of you in a vulnerable moment, thank you. And second, I brushed last night, so technically—”
“Nah,” I cut in, already done listening. “Yo’ mouth been open all morning, but yo’ toothbrush ain’t seen daylight.”
Her face cracked for a split second before she tried to pull it together.
“Wow. Okay. So now we’re embarrassing each other? Real mature. You know what… go ahead! Be petty! But just know when I go Live again, I’ll make sure they know I was attacked for being honest, feminine, and emotionally available!”
“Isis, do whatever makes you feel relevant or delusional… whichever one helps you sleep better. But you better stop lyingto them folks, like you got a man. Well, you probably do… but I ain’t him.”
Her eyes widened.
“Matter of fact… no more social media while we’re here. You hear me?”
Isis folded her arms and pouted like a brat. “You can’t control me!”
I smirked, low and lethal. “Probably not… but I control what goes down inthismuthafucka.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice until it was damn near a threat wrapped in ice. “What’s the saying? If you can’t take the heat, then get out the kitchen?” I tilted my head slightly. “Well, this ain’t no kitchen, but it does get hot in here. And out there?” I pointed toward the door without looking away. “Ain’t no warmth, no comfort, or no one coming to check for you.”
Isis opened her mouth to respond, but her attention,like mine, went to Chesteria, who sashayed into the area wearing a sexy ass champagne two-piece, long sleeve, pajama set that had feathers attached to the sleeves and ankles. Compared to Isis, who was still standing there in booty shorts and a tank top with zero winter logic, Chesteria looked warm, expensive, and cozy in a way that made a nigga weak.
Did I forget to mention fine as hell? Because damn, she was.
My eyes immediately zoned in on her ass.
And fuck… there it was; that same perfect bounce I’d been haunted by for the last two years.
My jaw flexed.
All I could think about was how she’d gasp and bite her lip, how soft it felt under my hands, how it melted into my palms every time she rode me slow, how itclapped back like it had something to prove, and how it jiggled when I slapped it when she’d try to crawl away from nut number three while whimpering and shaking but never telling me to stop…only toend up begging for number four. I remembered how I’d dragged my tongue across that ass, kissed the dimples, and gripped the back of her thighs, pleasuring her in a way that only she knew I could.
