Nodding, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me in the center of my king-sized bed. Resting my back on the headboard, I told her, “It does, but that’s not something for you to worry about. I’ll figure it out.”
She gave me a smile that melted my heart as she cupped my cheek and stroked it with her thumb. “I’m sure you will.”
As long as we got it in last night, I would think we both had enough. But realistically, I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of Whiskee, and as our lips connected, I was glad she was on the same page. Kisses and touches led to her straddling me and pulling my dick out of my boxers.
As she bounced up and down on my dick, I feasted on her neck and nipples. The wetter she got, the harder it was for me to maintain control. And when her bounces hardened and the sound of her ass smacking against me filled the room, that shit damn near made me lose my mind.
While she rocked against me, I squeezed and rubbed her ass.
That first quake shook her, signaling she’d be cumming soon.
I didn’t want to think about how good she rode dick.
Or how many men had felt this pleasure before.
How many men would feel it after me.
That would make me far too possessive of her.
Instead, I forced myself to remain in this present moment and enjoy every day with Whiskee that I had.
22
Beethoven
Late April
What was supposed to be a celebratory dinner was about to be over before it could start. When I left Memphis, I was under the impression Whiskee would be with her brother while I was gone. Mahogany had a brand trip to take. At the last minute, Pops asked Carlos to go with him to Miami, and the dumb ass agreed. As furious as I was, I was trying to keep calm. Ike was big on professionalism, and I didn’t want to curse Carlos’s ass out while I was in his home.
Squeezing the bridge of my nose, I pulled in a deep breath.
“Why would you agree to go on the trip knowing no one would be there for my wife?”
“I didn’t think I could tell your pops no. The professional relationship is still new. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t reliable.”
“So it’s more important to you that my father think you’re reliable than your sister’s emotional well-being?”
Carlos huffed. “Look, can you leave the meeting and go get her or not?”
“I’m not in Memphis, nigga,” I seethed quietly, feeling like I was about to explode. “It’s gonna take me three damn hours to get back home. By then, it’ll be well after midnight.”
“Shit. Okay. Let me see if one of my homies can go and at least sit outside of their apartment. That’s going to have to do until you can get there. Damn. Had I known your meeting wasn’t in Memphis, I would have told him no.”
This conversation was useless to me, so I ended the call. Dialing Mama’s number, I shot Omari a look before leaving the dining room. It was important to me that we made a great impression with Ike tonight, but nothing was more important to me right now than Whiskee’s mental state.
“Hey, baby,” Mama answered with a smile in her voice. “How’s your trip going?”
“Well, thank you. Listen, I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
“Whiskee is at home by herself for the first time in years. She… has a thing about being alone at night, and I won’t be back for several hours.”
“Will she be comfortable with me?”
“I’m sure she will be. I’m gonna call her and see if she wants you there until me or her best friend can get to her. If so, can you go pick her up?”
“Of course, baby. Just keep me posted.”