When I don’t answer, her hands crawl onto my thighs and she leans forward. “So how you get them to trust you?”
I look at the blunt burning between my fingers while she tries to settle her curiosity about shit she shouldn’t worry about.
“Why?”
“Because...”
Her nails scraping against my thigh gives me her answer. She wants confirmation that I’m building her up and teaching her to trust me like she thinks I did to the women in my past.
“You’re confused,” I reply, reaching out to grab the front clasp holding her breasts in her bra. “I don’t have to get them to do anything, because it’s already in them.”
Her breasts fall out as Cree’s voice sneaks underneath the bedroom door. They’re nothing but a handful and look exactly how I imagined. Earthy colored nipples that excite my tastebuds. Areolas that wrap around them in perfect circles. Tiny bright streaks of stretch marks gliding down their tops that I can taste.
She rushes to cover them.
“Don’t do that,” I say, nudging her hand away.
She drops it and that makes the insides of my stomach fumble around. “Never do that.”
Our eyes lock while I fight a losing battle with my brain.
“Why not?” She breathes out.
“Because I didn’t tell you to.”
“That’s it?”
“I didn’t know I needed to say anything else. You trying to control the vibe again...”
Her bottom lip trembles in a way that tells me she hears the warning in my words.
I reach out and curl a finger under the dangling strap on her shoulder, pushing it down. “Sit back. I wanna see you.”
She pulls away from my thighs and sits against her heels. The soft flesh of her stomach dangles over the band of her panties while her bra hangs from her arms.
Her eyes dart from mine.
“You like your body?” I ask, laying the blunt across the top of the glass.
She shrugs. “Sometimes I like what I see and sometimes I don’t. It depends on the day... or whatever. Why?”
I laugh. “What’s the ‘or whatever?’”
“Nothin,” she mutters. “Forget it.”
“Depends on the dude you like at the time and what the girls he’s fucking look like?” I finish for her. “That’s what you mean? That’s why you keep asking me all these questions about the women I like?”
A sigh flies out of her lips.
Cree says I should get a PhD in women, but something like that would bore me. She never wants to admit that I’ve studied enough of them to surpass that—even more than her.
“This is the part where you answer me.” I smile.
“Yea—h yeah.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s exactly what I meant.”
“And the dude you like gives you those, right?” I point to the bulging red dot on her stomach.
She tries to scrape her nail against it, but I catch her hand before she can touch the skin.
