She hopped off the couch and closed the distance between us quickly. We wrapped our arms around each other and squealed like young girls. “About time,” she said when she let me go. “Let’s take a shot, then we’re going straight to the dancefloor.”
I nodded, then bent down to pick up the bottle of cognac. “You on that brown tonight?”
She smiled widely. “Oh yeah, feeling like a bad gyal.”
“I heard that.” We slapped hands, then I poured the shots. I had completely forgotten about Perfect until I felt his hand on the small of my back. Turning to him, I asked, “You want one too?”
He smiled down at me and shook his head. “Nah, I see my coworkers over by the bar. Enjoy yourself. I’ll be back.” He winked before backing up and then leaving the section.
Turning to Mani, I found her standing there with a goofy grin. “Oh, so that’s your baby daddy? Got damn, bitch! You ain’t say the nigga was fine.”
I rolled my eyes and attempted to hide my blush. I glanced back over my shoulder, spotting him strolling through the crowd with ease because everyone moved out of his way. He was hard not to admire when he looked and smelled so damn good. “He’s aight,” I told Mani before grabbing her hand. “But fuck all that. Let’s turn up.”
We took our shots, with me taking an extra two because I was late to the party. We held hands, going to the dancefloor. The DJ began to spin some Gunna, and we started to rap along as if we wrote it. For the next two songs, Mani and I danced like no one was watching. Literally no one existed but us until I felt hands on my waist.
I looked over my shoulder, expecting to see Port, but it was some light-skinned guy with a bald head I’d never seen before. I stepped away, so his hand fell off me. “Damn, it’s like that?”
I frowned. “Um, yeah, I don’t know you.”
He smiled, and I got the ick. “But we can change that. I’m tryna get to know you and that body.”
I made the gagging sound then moved away from him. I tried to go back to dancing with Mani when I felt him press up against me again. “Can’t you take a damn hint?” I snapped.
“No, ’cause you keep dancing like you want a nigga to be up on you.”
I got ready to spazz on him, but I paused when I saw Port’s fist come flying through the crowd. Ole boy’s jaw cracked from the impact of his fist. “I hate niggas that don’t know how to control themselves,” he said, seething. “And touching mine is the quickest way to have yo’ people firing up those deep fryers.”
I almost felt bad for the way Perfect beat the nigga to a pulp, but I couldn’t. Literally, every punch made my pussy gush. Each expletive was a confirmation that Perfect was just that. I hadn’t felt this level of protection since he left me years ago, and it reminded me of the first day he came back into my life. It feltgood to know I had him in my corner, and he was never afraid to defend my honor.
When he’d had enough, he backed away. Turning to me, he reached out a hand, which I accepted, and we took off toward the hallway. We stepped into the girls’ restroom, and Perfect locked the door behind us. “You good, Princess?” he asked while palming the side of my face and forcing me to stare into his eyes. I nodded, unable to look away from him. He chuckled. “Aye, stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I asked innocently.
He cupped my chin and used his thumb to rub small circles over the surface of my skin. Each stroke sent chills down my spine. “Like you want to fuck me.”
I smiled and licked my lips. His cologne was a caress on my brain, convincing me to stop playing tough and go for what I really wanted. I ran a hand up his solid chest, feeling every groove and chiseled ab he had hidden beneath his designer shirt. My desire increased when I glanced up to find him watching me with adoration in his eyes. “I do.”
He smacked my hand away and backed up to the door. I watched him press his weight into it without once taking his eyes off me. He shook his head. “Nah, yo’ ass drunk. You gon’ regret it tomorrow.”
I laughed, allowing my head to fall back. Feeling confident, I strolled over, closing the distance between us. My body pressed up against his felt just right. “I only had three shots. The only thing I’m going to regret tomorrow is waking up in bed alone again.” I took his hand and slid it underneath my dress. I guided him to the wetness in the seat of my panties. He groaned, and when I looked up, his bottom lip was tucked. I leaned closer, loving the flicker of fire in his eyes.
A moan slipped through my lips as he stroked my clit gently. It felt so good, my body instantly came alive. He grabbed me atthe base of my neck. “Consider last night the last time you wake up in bed alone.” He leaned down and kissed a trail up my neck that melted me. I missed this. I missed him. There was no more denying that. Not even Keiran had this effect on me. Perfect didn’t have to do anything but be himself, and I was ready to jump his bones. And seeing him in daddy mode the last few weeks had my kitty purring. “Let’s go. I need the bedroom for what I’ma do to you.”
“What? No! You just got here,”El’s best friend, Armani, said. She pointed at me. “This is all your fault!”
I pointed at myself. “My fault?” I shook my head then smirked at El. “Nah, blame your freaked-out friend. She wanna take me home and fuck me.”
El shrieked at my answer. “Perfect, what the fuck?” She shook her head adamantly. “Nah, he lying, best friend. Tell her you’re lying.”
I chuckled. “So, you ain’t say you wanted to fuck me in the bathroom, El?”
She opened her mouth wide and laughed. Mani slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oop. I like him, friend. He stand on business.”
I leaned down and kissed El on the cheek. She was still cracking up. “And do.” Moving my lips beside her ear, I whispered, “I’ma stand in that pussy next.”
She pushed me in the chest. “Get him away from me,” she joked.
I nodded toward the exit. “Come on, Princess. You ready to go, ain’t it?” I kept my eyes trained on her. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, admiring the dress she wore that had her titties sitting up and that ass looking delectable.
