Page 27 of Tainted

“I haven’t fucked that girl.”

“Maybe not, but she fucked your head up tonight. I thought your ass was going to have a seizure on stage,” Kross joked.

“Chill.”

“I’m just saying, can you function without a woman?”

Saying it out loud turned Kross’s subtle laughter into full-blown hysteria.

“Real funny from the nigga beating his dick every night. Learn how to talk to a woman, and she might take care of it for you.”

Kross didn’t feel the need to defend himself. Instead, he threw his hands up to stifle the remaining chuckles. “Whatever you do, just leave Nova out of it.”

“Do you want to fuck her?”

Part of me was hoping he did, as twisted as that sounded. That would make her off limits and stop what she was doing to me. Instead, Kross gave me that look. The one I knew too well.

“I care about all the girls. She ain’t no better or different. As the boss, you shouldn’t have your hands on the merchandise anyway.”

“You planned this party and let her put her hands on me,” I announced, sliding off the stool.

“Are you good to drive? If not, I can get Daris to drop you off.”

“I’m good.” But Kross wasn’t sold. Likely because I was usually obliterated on my birthday, but he had Zara to thank for fucking my head up. “I’ll call you when I get in. Worrisome ass nigga.”

“You should be happy somebody cares about your goofy ass.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Are you going home in the morning?”

“Mom already laid the hammer down. I’ll be there.”

Kross nodded, “Happy Birthday, Keyes.”

“Thanks. I’ll hit you later.” We slapped hands, moving through the signature handshake.

Leaving the chaos of the club, the cool night air brushed against my skin. Driving through the empty streets toward the hotel, my thoughts were consumed by the rendezvous awaiting me. Like anything else that becomes too accessible, threesomesdidn’t yield the excitement it used to. I used to look forward to it, but lately, what I wanted didn’t feel like this.

I went to the nineteenth floor and swiped into the room. Sydney had her rules, and I had mine—no women allowed at my house, so our adventures were relegated to hotel suites like this one. The sight that greeted me was nothing short of cinematic.

“Fuckkkkk,” Phoenix moaned, massaging the back of Sydney’s head.

“Hmmm, you taste good. I missed this pussy.”

This wasn’t our first rodeo with Phoenix, which is likely why Sydney picked her. The familiarity made it easier to navigate, especially after Zara rejected her. Phoenix followed the rules, remained discreet, and, most importantly, didn’t get weird as fuck afterward.

“Damn, y’all couldn’t wait, huh?”

My voice made Phoenix lift her head and smile because, truthfully, she was here for me. She didn’t mind Sydney eating her out, but I was the real prize.

“I just couldn’t resist,” Sydney flirted, squeezing Phoenix’s titties in her hand. “Your nipples are so fuckin’ sexy.”

“We’re all warmed up for you,” Phoenix flirted, crawling on all fours toward me.

“That pussy just greets you when you bend over.” Sydney smacked her ass, mesmerized by the rippling of her skin.

“I’m enjoying the show. Keep going.”

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