I felt him before his hands touched me. His presence was heavy and his dick was even heavier as his hands played with the wetness between my legs. Then I felt his lips at my spine before his thickness replaced his hands.
He pushed into me slowly, much thicker than anything I was used to.Lawd.
“Mhmm.” I bit into my bottom lip, feeling him fill me. He then pulled back methodically, making sure to hit everything.
“Shit,” I moaned, feeling like he was breaking me in two in the best fucking way. Shit, he was even bigger from the back. But he felt so fucking good. Tonight was about to be a long one and I was down for it.
Chapter
Two
Indiri
Things escalated fast. I went from telling her to fuck somebody to her stripping down to fuck me. That wasn’t my intention, but shit, I wasn’t about to turn her down. She was fine as hell. I’d noticed that when we were in the restaurant and I caught her eyes through the mirror behind the bar. I’d also noticed the pain in her eyes. Shit was so deep it was a good thing I didn’t know her nigga because I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands to myself.
When I woke up the next morning, Selah was gone and my phone was going off back-to-back. If it wasn’t texts then I knew it was calls. This motherfucker blowing up irritated the fuck out of me.
I sat up in bed, giving the room a onceover before I grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
“Yeah,” I answered, throwing my feet to the other side of the bed.
“Um, hello. Where the hell are you, Indi? Did you forget we had a meeting?”
“Shit. What time is it?” I stretched, moving toward the washroom to take a piss.
“Eleven in the morning. Where the hell are you? Are you okay? You fell off the face of the earth last night after your meeting with Remy.”
“I fell into something. What are we meeting about, shorty?” I relieved my bladder while she talked. It was a normal routine with us.
“It’s Monday, we have to discuss your schedule this week. You’ll be in Chicago for wedding rehearsals and then you hav?—”
“You at my spot?”
“You know I am. Even Bigs is sitting his big ass right here wondering where you are. Why the hell are you out without any security? You drove yourself? Are you freaking serious, Indi?”
I laughed at her overprocessing. “I’m good, man. I’m at The Oak. I’ll have the private service bring me home. You're acting like I can’t go out alone.”
“Because you can’t. And don’t tell me you’re grown. I know that, but you shouldn’t be alone. You know how these people are. They’re crazy and you’re you. Have you eaten this morning?”
“No. I ain’t done nothing but piss and talk to you on the wakeup. I’ll be headed that way in a few. Are you good?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t ask me if I’m fine. Is there anything I need to be cleaning up from your impromptu sleepover?”
I chuckled, knowing what that meant. Not only that, but when I moved, she moved. Jordyn knew me better than most.
“Nah. Nothing sticky on my part. I’ll be headed that way in a few.”
“Okay. Please be careful.”
Once we hung up, I moved around the room getting myself together. I surely hadn’t intended to sleep so damn long. I intended to cut out around six this morning before anybody was up roaming this big ass hotel. Now I had to account for the people who might recognize me.
After pulling my clothes and things on, I called downstairs to get a car. They assured me one was already waiting. I moved to the bedroom, giving it a final onceover to make sure I didn’t leave anything. On my way out though, I spotted a small, peach-colored piece of paper on the nightstand opposite the one near where I’d slept.
I picked it up. Written on what I now knew was a napkin was the word thanks in purple ink. I also noticed the logo. It was a bakery I’d run past almost every day in this area. Downtown Briar was massive, probably the biggest downtown area I had ever experienced. It should have been its own city, but it wasn’t. Due to most of my training being here in Briar South, I decided years ago to just make this my homebase. It wasn’t too far from the family, seeing as how it wasn’t that long of a flight.
By the time I made it downstairs, the lobby was packed, but I was grateful no one knew who I was. Some days were good like that, people didn’t recognize me, others I was stopped every five seconds.
The driver was waiting outside the door just like the front desk attendant promised. As soon as I was inside, he pulled away from the curb, headed to my spot. He already knew the destination because I’d told her over the phone during my first call.
