I smiled. “I thought you would come around.”
She smiled at me and placed her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down closer to her and kissing me while she locked me inside her by wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Don’t leave me again,” I said, pulling away from her.
She nodded. “Never, baby, never again.”
I flipped her over and started hitting her from the back. She was gripping the arm of the couch, telling me to go deeper and not to stop.
She never had to worry about that. I needed all of her.
I beat that pussy like I missed it, like I needed it, like it was mine, because it was.
And she took all of it like the good girl she was.
I pulled her by her hair and had my left knee on the couch and my right leg on the floor, going balls deep in her when I felt something wet on my feet.
I looked down while still stroking and didn’t see shit, but then I was hearing it.
“Do you hear that shit?” I asked Islah, but she didn’t respond. I pulled her head back to look at her face, and when I did, her face wasn’t there.
I jumped back, and my eyes opened.
I looked around. Islah wasn’t beside me, and the wet shit I was feeling was my bottle spilling on the floor.
I got up, shaking my head, and went to the kitchen to clean up before I went upstairs to check on her.
Before I opened her door, I checked the lock and saw it was still on, and that shit kind of made me mad. I peeked into the room, and she was asleep.
I closed the door softly, walked to my room, and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking my head because that dream felt too real.
If that dream showed me anything, it was that deep down, Islah still loved me—still wanted me, and all I had to do was pull it out of her.
And I was gonna do that sooner rather than later cause I needed her in more ways than one.
Chapter 14
Touch Down
We finally made it to Cali, and it was hot as hell with no breeze in sight.
I had the girls find us a hotel while I drove around getting a feel for the city, thinking about how Islah looked like she fit in perfectly there, but it was time for her to come home.
When Kenya found a hotel that was good enough for me, we pulled up there and everybody checked into a room.
The girls shared a room, Keith and Sammy shared a room, then I got a presidential suite for me and Islah.
We all went off to our different floors, with all of them saying they would meet me at my room in a lil’ bit.
The room was everything I expected it to be, but it still needed my final touch. I was on my phone Googling shit when they all popped back up on me.
“You ’bout to hit the streets now?” Keith asked.
I shook my head. “Nah, first I have to get the room ready for her.”
“Well, while you do that, we are going to sleep,” Deja added.
“And we gonna slide and get a rental,” Sammy expressed.
