She shrugged. “As long as you’re not fucking them, it shouldn’t be.”
“Nah. I draw the line at putting my dick in strippers.”
“Oh wow,” she teased. “Why? You got something against them?”
“Not at all.They make me good money. But most of them are messy and talk too damn much. I steer clear of that.”
She smirked. “Can’t tell. Melina definitely seems messy.”
I waved it off. “Don’t worry about her. Like I told you, that shit is over with.”
“Oh, I’m not worried.” She leaned back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “That bitch ain’t got shit on me. Her legs ain’t long enough.”
I laughed. “Why you acting like you know me?”
“Because I do.” She smiled confidently. “I know what you like. Now Sanya, that’s different. She’s a little on the smaller side, but she’s beautiful,andshe seems cool. I will say, she gives me a different vibe though. She might like pussy more than dick.”
“Damn.” I laughed. “How the hell you know that?”
“I just do.”
“Well, since we talking…” I smirked. “You ever messed around with a woman before?”
She slipped her bottom lip between her teeth and tucked a loose strand behind her ear. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Hell yeah.” I closed the space between us. “So have you?”
“I may have dabbled once or twice.”
“Oh yeah? When?”
“Long time ago. I was young. Trying to figure myself out.”
“And now?”
“And now I’m strictly dickly,” she shot back, attitude flashing. “Why? You trying to be on some threesome shit?”
“What? Nah,” I said quickly. “I was just seeing if I had something to worry about. A lot of niggas don’t mind their woman being with another woman. That shit is a problem for me.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah. If you’re my woman, why would I be okay with sharing you?” I shook my head. “If we on some threesome shit, that mean I’m not really fucking with you like that. Because when you’re mine, I don’t share. We’re making our own damn fantasies. Just us.”
Her smile grew as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “You sound stingy.”
“No doubt.” My hands slid down her back, stopping beneath her ass. “Once you’re mine, can’t nobody touch you.”
“That goes both ways.”
“Trust me,” I said quietly, “you ain’t gotta worry about another woman.”
We locked eyes.
Then I felt it.
People watching.
I glanced up to see Sanya smirking while pretending to be busy.
