Sucking my teeth and shaking my head, I leaned forward, pulling her back against my chest. My hand rested on her stomach—that little pooch she had—and I rubbed it gently,possessively, like I had something that belonged to me growing inside of it.
"I hear you, but what if I ain't trying to fuck? What if I want you to suck my dick?"
She cocked her head over her shoulder, looking back at me with an intense glare. Her eyes were sharp, cutting through the dim light of the car. "What the fuck makes you think I'm sucking something that's been inside my cousin?"
"How many times I got to tell you we haven't fucked?"
"And what the fuck makes me think I believe you?"
My face screwed up in frustration. This again. "Shit. I can call her right now and ask her if you want me to."
"Romelo, please," Synthia shrieked, waving her hand dismissively.
But I wasn't playing. Ignoring her protests, she reached into my pocket anyway—her hand brushing against my dick in the process, making me grunt—and pulled out my phone. I let go of her stomach with my other hand so I could key in my passcode, then scrolled to Trecee's contact and hit call.
She picked up on the third ring, anxiousness dripping from her tone like honey.
"Baby, where'd you go?"
"Aye, quick question. When was the last time you and I fucked?"
There was a pause. I could hear her take a deep breath, then suck her tongue against her teeth—that thing she does when she's annoyed but trying not to show it.
"What type of question is that?"
"One that I want you to answer."
"It's been a while, and you know that. Romelo, what're you getting at? This is childish."
"Nothing. That's all I needed to know."
With that being said, I hung up in her face, cutting her off before she could ask me more unnecessary ass questions. I placed my phone in the cup holder, making sure the screen showed I'd hung up before I started talking. The last thing I needed was Trecee hearing this conversation.
"Does that clarify shit for you?"
Synthia crossed her arms—or tried to, forgetting for a second that we were in close quarters. "Whatever the answer turned out to be, I'm not giving you head. I'm too pretty for that."
I raised my brow. "You ain't never done it?"
"Nope."
"You childish as hell."
"Not too childish," she teased, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I had you eating my pussy on the first night."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, you cocky as hell too. You got that right, though. Ain't no shame in my game, so don't go around getting the bobblehead."
She giggled, the sound light and carefree—so different from the tense, scared girl who'd watched me put a bullet near my own head just hours ago.
Before I could say anything else, Roxx appeared through his garage door, fully dressed, thankfully. He knew I was bringing Synthia with me, so that might've had something to do with him choosing to wear clothes. That nigga liked walking around the house with his dick and balls out—some shit about "being free in his own space" or whatever the fuck. I'll never understand the logic behind that shit.
"C'mon." I tapped Synthia on the stomach and pulled the handle on the door so we could exit.
The night air hit us immediately—cool, crisp, clean. A relief after being cooped up in the car with all that tension.
Synthia's head was down as we walked toward Roxx, and I could tell she was feeling ashamed. Embarrassed, maybe. She didn't know my brother, didn't know what to expect.
Through hooded lids, I could see Roxx eye-fucking her. He wasn't even trying to be subtle about it. His eyes roamed over her body—her thick thighs, her ass, her tits—then back to me. He was talking with his eyes, motioning them toward me, then nodding his head in approval.
