Page 13 of Deacon

“That’s light compared to what that ho normally does in this club. She’s a house mouse constantly on the prowl for cheese. Ole stanky neck bitch loves going for rides on the choo-choo express in here,” Tinker Belle says, rolling her eyes without breaking her stride.

After going home to shower after our walk in the Baxtown Iron hidden burial grounds, Tinker Belle talked me into accompanying her to a party held by another club. Unlike Baxtown Iron, this dwelling smells like weed and sour booty juices, making me wonder what type of debauchery goes on in here. The DaBaby cut playing loudly has me ready to turn around and take my ass home because I’m not sure if I’m up for this scene tonight. There are wall-to-wall people in varying places around the room, making it difficult to identify anyone. Not to mention the heavy cloud of smoke piercing my lungs and making me want to retreat outside so I can breathe easier. We haven’t been here very long, and I have been groped or grabbed by several men, inciting my need to showcase my resting bitch face. Unlike Baxtown Iron, this club doesn’t have people at the door checking for weapons, which makes me slightly uncomfortable the more we maneuver through the crowd.

Seeing two women practically fucking a skinny dude causes my eyes to balloon and my steps to halt to take in the scene to the left of me. Unfortunately, I also catch the attention of a man who moves quickly toward me.

Shit! He’s coming faster than I can run away. This should be interesting.

“What’s good, little mama. I ain’t seen you in here before. Let me be your tour guide.” A dark-skinned man with a nappymohawk, unkempt mustache, and shifting eyes steps into my path while rubbing his hands together.

The frown quickly sliding into place can’t be avoided as something putrid hits my nose as I take in the man from head to toe. Not only is he not the most attractive man I’ve seen, but his ass has the audacity to have on pants tighter than the ones I’m wearing.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Your dick is showing, and on a good day, you couldn’t find what you’re searching for,” I say.

“What the fuck do you mean? Ain’t a nigga in here more capable of showing you some shit than me,” he says, tapping his chest as I lean away from him to avoid the spit flying from his mouth, deepening my frown.

“Why are you over here instead of the kennel, Ravish,” Tinker Belle says, standing beside me.

“Aye, Tinker Belle. Don’t play me in front of this beauty. I’m?—”

“Seconds from losing more than your willpower to be health conscious,” a familiar masculine voice says behind me in a profound yet dangerous timbre that moistens my center.

“What’s good, Deacon,” Ravish says.

“Nigga, read the room and move the fuck around,” Deacon says, pulling me into his chest, instantly heating my body and causing a shiver down my spine.

Wordlessly, Ravish walks away with his head hanging and his shoulders sagging while Deacon’s hand grips my waist protectively.

“Well, I’m gonna go find someone to occupy me, bestie. You’re in good hands now,” Tinker Belle says, reminding me of her presence as her fingers wave, and she saunters off without looking back.

“Now that it’s just us, let’s go somewhere so we can talk,” Deacon says.

My pussy starts purring and thumping wildly when Deacon taps my waist gently, and my feet move without direction or verbal rebuttal.

What the hell kind of spell does this man have over me?

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Uh, I bet I shake the room (Ayy, woo, woo, woo)

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The heavy bassof Pop Smoke’s cut sounds just as Squeak and I reach the front entrance, causing me to bob my head while stepping outside.

“Yo, you out, Deacon?” Jones asks once I guide Squeak toward the parking lot where my truck is.

Wordlessly, I nod without slowing my steps to verbally answer the inquiry because having some private time withSqueak makes me anxious. Squeak hasn’t said anything since I walked up intervening in the exchange between her and Ravish. She didn’t know I clocked her from the minute she and Tinker Belle walked through the door. Having Tinker Belle’s blessing to move in on her best friend meant my plan to get Squeak to hang with me was successful. The party is at the City Slickers clubhouse, and with them being a part of our brotherhood, my attendance was required. I have been itching to engage with Squeak one-on-one, so this is my moment. My damn chest is pounding, and my pulse is racing like a mothafucka, but I refuse to miss an opportunity to talk to this woman.

“Hold on. Where are we going?” Squeak stops, turning toward me while staring inquisitively.

“Only to my truck so we can talk.”

Squeak’s eyebrows hike, and she crosses her arms over her breasts, bringing my attention to the vast expansion of her titties. Her mocha skin is glowing despite nightfall, giving me an instant craving for something sweet. While assessing me, the hesitant twinkle within her orbs has a smirk upturning my lips.

“Look, I ain’t gonna kidnap you or anything. I just want to kick it and get to know you. Can I do that, Ms. Squeak?”

“How fond of your balls are you?”

My brows hike, and wrinkles instantly form on my forehead as I take a cautious step back before answering her question with one of my own.

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