His lil homie didn’t flinch or look away when he said, “That’s my word.”
Then that was law. Savio didn’t raise a damn liar. It was hard for Savio to picture Ivoree, the goodie two shoes, as someone who went crazy at a Ellway party, but the way Cashmere sheltered her, it kind of made sense.
Savio grabbed the door handle, but before he got out, he said, “Don’t worry about the debt. I got it handled. From now on, keep shit professional, Twizz. This ya last chance. I ain’t gonna warn you again. Don’t let that girl talk you into shit else. You hear me?”
He hated to talk to Twizz like that because he was a grown ass man, but it was out of love. Savio wanted to see Twizz win. Nothing more and nothing less.
“I hear you.”
They shook up before Savio got out of the car, wondering how the hell he was going to report all this back to Cashmere. One thing baby didn’t play about was her little sister, and he’d just started to get her to open up.
“Damn,” he muttered as he walked toward his car, gearing up for what was sure to be a heated conversation.
“Are you out of your rabid ass mind?” Cashmere asked as she glared at Savio.
“Precious, just hear me out?—”
“Nah. Not if you’re about to blame this whole thing on my sister. Vee doesn’t kick it with felons, Savio, in case you haven’t noticed.” Cashmere’s face was scrunched up, but as pissed as she was, she still looked adorable to him. She had emerald diamonds glistening on her ears, neck, and wrist. He found it funny because her cute ass wore some white sweats and a white crop top. It didn’t matter how casually she dressed. She was going to rock some jewels. “Are you even listening to me?”
Cashmere’s sharp voice shook him out of his trance. He cleared his throat and pushed off the wall he had been leaned up against. They were in Cashmere’s room. It was his first time in there, and the last thing he wanted to do at the moment was argue and get her worked up.
“I hear you,” he lied. He really hadn’t heard shit she said because he was too busy looking at her pretty ass. He towered over her as he gathered her in his arms. She looked up at him, and some of the anger she portrayed seconds ago melted away. “I’m going to keep an eye on the situation, aight? I promise. I won’t let shit happen to you or to Vee. More security for her will be in position tomorrow.”
“And Twizz?”
“He’s still on the job, but he knows he’s on thin ice. I got it handled, okay?”
And he did. He hoped that with the additional guards, it would allow Twizz to back off into a professional role with Ivoree.
According to his team, Harold was beaten up some, but he was also alive. Savio had them pay him off and warn him to stay away from Twizz and Ivoree. Harold wasn’t a threat anymore, so now that he was squared away, there was nothing for Cashmere to worry about.
Cashmere crossed her arms, putting a little distance between them. “I don’t like that he’s lyin’ on my sister.”
Savio didn’t have anything to say to that. He knew Cashmere would go to war for Ivoree on any day that ended in Y. There would be no changing her mind on Twizz’s story, so he wouldn’t even try.
Instead, he leaned down and kissed her. She tried to resist, but she was weak to him, just like he was to her. His intention was just a kiss—something to take her mind of Twizz and Ivoree, but Cashmere had other plans, apparently.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as she stopped trying to fight against their passion and pulled him closer. Savio’s dick stiffened, and he groaned when he felt her hand on the zipper of his pants.
Savio pulled back just enough to ask, “You actin’ kind of hot in the ass, ain’t you?”
Cashmere cut her eyes at him and unzipped his pants before she pulled them down along with his boxers. “Shut up.”
He chuckled. Savio could tell it had been a long time since she got her pussy stretched out, so he wouldn’t make fun of her too much. Truth be told, her boldness turned him on. He loved that she could be this way with him but also the clumsy girl who blushed when in his presence. That balance was everything to him and told him everything he needed to know. Cashmere Taylor liked him real bad.
He watched as Cashmere dropped to her knees in front of him and took his hard dick in her soft hand.
“Shit,” he cursed. Cashmere moaned before she licked her lips and pushed his dick into her mouth. Savio grabbed the back of her head and guided her, though she really didn’t need it. “Why you ain’t tell me you know how to suck dick so good?”
His shit was all the way down her throat, so she couldn’t respond. That was okay, though, because Savio had to concentrate on not screaming out like a bitch. Her throat was that good.
Savio had dipped in some pussy since he’d been home, but it had been a long ass time since he felt something so damn good. His toes felt like they wanted to curl in his socks, but he kept shit cool and focused on not cumming too quick. He watched her pretty ass for a long time, and she didn’t let up.
Spit dripped from his dick and down her chin as she looked up at him. The sight made him clench his jaw as he felt his nut build.
“Fuck.” His head dropped back, and as he stared at the ceiling, he came. He looked back down just in time to see his nut land on Cashmere’s tongue and on her juicy lips. The sight was beautiful. He watched as she licked her lips and didn’t waste one drop of his cum. That drove him crazy.
Savio picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Something told him that Cashmere liked it rough, and he was about to show her somethin’.
