I was bougie when it came to my dick. I didn’t let just any bitch jump on it. A lot of girls I fucked around with were out-of-towners because the distance between me, women, and my busy schedule worked for me. The women in Sable Cove said I moved too fast for them, so I stayed out of their way. Plus, they talked too much when they got with me if I exposed them to my lifestyle too much.
I texted Storm and told her I was outside the hotel, and she was in my passenger seat in five minutes, looking sexy.
“What’s up, baby? You sexy than a muthafucka.” She looked and smelled so tropical, I had to reach over and kiss her neck.
She giggled. “Thank you, boo. You lookin’ good, too. Are we still headed to the beach?”
“Yeah, we are. I live on the coast, so we gon’ chill in my backyard.”
“Ohhh, that’s fancy. Can we stop and get some food?”
“Yeah, I’ll take you to this seafood spot I like to go to before we head to the crib.”
We went to get food, but we ate there. Then, we went to my one-story, three-bedroom beach house on the east side of Sable Cove City in an upper middle-class beach community, ways from the neighborhood I grew up in, which was Southwave in the projects. The neighborhood was complemented by palm trees and peace. That was just what I needed when it came to the mild PTSD I had from being in the streets since I was thirteen years old. When I needed my peace, I came to my crib and stayed inside for weeks until my ill feelings about past murders and Coast’s death subsided.
Hurricane wasn’t the only nigga with issues. I just knew how to handle mine in silence. My house was small compared to Hurricane’s crib, but it was just me. I had something in the works when it came to purchasing a bigger home. In the meantime, my shit was fly, my backyard was the beach, and my interior designer had my shit decked out in modern décor.
“Ohh, your house is so nice, and I can’t wait to chill on your private beach. I’m going to go put on my bathing suit, so you go do the same.”
“I got you.”
I wasn’t a pushy ass nigga, so I showed her to my guest bedroom and bathroom instead of inviting her into my room. After we finished the bottle of D’usse I had for her, she was going to want to spend a night and be searching for my bed.
I went to my room, put on a pair of white swimming trunks with Versace printed down the leg in black, and slid on a pair of matching socks and my Yeezy slides.
When I came downstairs and walked to the kitchen, I saw her through the glass sliding door that led to the beach. She was lying on a blanket on the sand under an umbrella that had been outside since I moved into my house. I grabbed my dick as Iwatched her from behind in her little pink thong bikini. Her ass was fat, and I couldn’t wait to feel on it.
I grabbed my D’usse and a glass before I stepped outside. I got a glass for the lady because I was drinking out of the bottle. I walked behind Storm, moved her long blonde goddess braids to the side, and started kissing her neck while I rubbed her lower belly. She giggled and then turned to face me. She was short as fuck, just the way I liked my women. I grabbed on her ass while she grinned in my face, showing off her pearly whites.
“This sun been killing me out here. Can you rub some sunblock on me, boo?” she asked.
“Hell yeah, long as I can rub it on that ass.” I snickered.
“You can put it anywhere on me.” She stood on her tippy toes and kissed me. “I hope you don’t mind me kissing you.”
“Nah, not at all. You’re beautiful, ma, so you can have your way with me,” I uttered in her ear.
“I feel the same way.”
Storm lay on her stomach. I rubbed lotion on every part of her body that was showing, and then we got our party started. I laid back on the cover with my shades over my eyes while Storm rolled up some weed, took shots, and turned on the music to set the mood. The sound of the R&B she had playing and the waves crashing had me relaxed before I even took a drink.
I sat up on my elbows when I felt Storm sit on my lap. She put the blunt between my lips, and then she took a shot out of her glass. I sucked in the smoke and blew it out my nose.
“Can I ask you a few questions?” Storm asked as she gazed at me with her slanted green eyes.
“Why is such a well-established man like you single? Shouldn’t you be married with kids?” she asked softly.
“You got a cute lil’ accent like you from the country. You know that?” I smirked.
She giggled. “You’re deflecting, Mula, but I am from Tennessee as well as Colorado. Now, answer my question.”
“Because my life is too busy for all that. I’m thirty-one; I got time for all of that,” I replied nonchalantly.
I passed her the blunt back and picked up the bottle of liquor. She was about to ask a bunch of female questions, so I had to get fucked up. I hated being questioned, but she was cool, and I was going to entertain her.
“I know it's way too soon to ask this, but does a nigga like you even believe in love?”
“I believe in love. I just don’t use the word loosely. I might fall in love one day, though. Just not right now,” I truthfully told her.
