I don’t know how I can survive more days like this, where the muted feelings I usually shake off have me by the balls right along with Phat’s little fingers. She doesn’t even care that I’m losing control of myself and us.
“Maybe I should check you?” I frown. “Make you put that job on ice with Twitter because you won’t open your mouth.”
She cries out an agonizing moan like my fucked up solution is perfect because I made her this way.
I dig deeper into her mouth, swallowing the rest of what I want to ask, like if she’d open it when the world found out about us, or if she’ll trust me enough to follow me to the end for real.
I hold my breath for her grimace, but nothing happens—not even a choke. My hand nuzzles against her throat while my dick sputters in wild spasms while shefixesshit like she promised. Meanwhile, those feelings she saw within me spill out along with my seed.
“Your heart know which way to beat now?” I choke out, milking myself into her mouth.
She nods, whimpering, swallowing and taking all of me.
“Good. Now you can go back inside and tell Brandy that you have to leave early. We gotta go take care of something tonight.” I swipe my hand across her wet face, picking up her spit along the way. “You ever seen your team play from a private suite, baby?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Lourdes
Cree came back.
She breezed through Ace’s condo long enough to leave an NBA game-worthy outfit on his bed for me. This look is a curated casual get-up. There’s a graphic shirt with a throwback picture of The Dream pressed onto the front and Jordans to match Ace’s because he likes corny shit like that. She texted me with updates while I sat in Sunny’s pedicure chair and Ace chirped on the phone beside me coordinating a last-minute babysitting gig with Jazmine for Mama because my get out of jail free card doesn’t hold weight anymore.
5622543654: Hola hermana, I left your clothes on Ace’s bed with matching ones to make him smile tonight. Wear your Saddle bag and take good care of him.
Four hours and five errands later and we’re speeding through downtown to the Toyota Center because spontaneous angry after practice love-making makes me skip to the end of Planet Ace—even if Brandy looked at me like I had lost my mind after I told her I had to leave early with Ace’s taste on my breath.
“You just got here?”She frowned.“Where did Ace go?”
“Yeah, but I—I have a family emergency,”I replied while Ace’s truck idled in the parking lot behind the building.“Just tell Kelvin I’ll make up the hours.”
It was kind of the truth. Therewasan emergency. It was written in Ace’s dark gaze when he strolled up to the counter with clear eyes for the first time since I met him. I’d somehow transformed into Angie Williams’ lil’ wannabe daughter-in-law because of the secret Mama told me in our kitchen and I couldn’t leave him alone with clear eyes for the first time. Angie wouldn’t let me.
Dough beats through the speakers in his truck while I stare up at the city lights bouncing off the skyscrapers.
“Is this more everyday life shit?” I ask, glancing at him from the passenger seat.
His cheeks sink as he slides a Dum-Dum from between his lips while pulling into a parking garage attached to the arena.
“Yup.” He shrugs, pulling behind a Bentley. “More everyday life shit, kid.”
I’m too scared to ask what a real date with him is like and if the girls from his past experienced opulent everyday life shit with Ason Williams Jr. My brain screams, “duh,” but my fumbling gut says otherwise.
The car glides up the floors of the parking garage as he pushes his sucker in front of my mouth. “Why? You don’t wanna do everyday life shit with me?”
Ido.
I want to make love on penthouse balconies, play dress up and get whisked away to elegant galas, taste shit I only hear about on television, go to an NBA game on a random ass weekday, make spontaneous angry after-practice love, and most of all I just wanted to do that shit with him.
I open my mouth, letting him push the sucker between my lips.
“Taste good like you, huh, baby?” he mumbles, gripping my cheeks while pulling into a parking spot.
It tasted nothing like me and everything like him.
“Nuh uh. We don’t have time for me to take care of that. Stop twisting over there,” he adds.
It takes a minute before I realize I’m squirming in his passenger seat because life on Planet Ace reallyiswild.
