Page 9 of Good As Hell

My eyes are on him as his mouth curls into an almost cruel ferocity as he fucks me.

My ass jiggles and bounces from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“You got some good ass pussy, Empress.” His gaze cast a feral light as he uses my stage name.

“Come for me, sweetness.” Reaching around, he cups my flesh. Long fingers delve into my pussy. He made his command, but he takes his time playing with me with an almost lazy stroke. He fucks me with long surges, making me feel every inch, every curve of him.

“That’s it sparrow. Come like my good little song bird.”

My eyes roll because his words, more than anything, send me into the multiverse. I ascend to another plain of existence and it’s this mean motherfucker who says he doesn’t like me taking me there.

“Yes, fuck Lyric. The way your tight little kus squeezes me—” Thrusting hard, pushing into me over and over until he shouts my name as hot jets of his come fill me.

“Lyric.” Pressing kisses to my brow, he then takes my lips in a sweet kiss.

Easing out of me, he washes me and takes me to his bed.

One night that’s all he promises that’s all I want I tell myself after he loves on me all night and into the morning.

Chapter Three

SURPRISE, SURPRISE

LYRIC

Two years later

“Why are we here again?” Fifi rolls her eyes, looking out at the rolls upon rolls of farmland we pass by on our way to Shelby-Love, Alabama.

“It’s a favor to FADE and it’s the kick off of publicity for the world tour. We have been over this like fifty-eleven times, girl.” I wave her off running my fingers through my son’s curly silken locs.

“Humph, that’s easy for you to say. Ain’t nobody going to be looking at you strange.” Crossing her arms she rolls her eyes again but she’s doing nothing to mar her lovely face. She literally the most beautiful person I have even seen with or without makeup not to mention her amazingly generous spirit and loyalty which she’s more than proven in the last couple of years.

“Fi, nobody is going to know anything.” It’s true despite her height of five-eleven, she looks exactly like what she is — a woman. She’s the only one who can’t see that. My bestie still has a little bit of body dysmorphia, but we’re working on thatin therapy. “And if anyone does, we’ll kick their ass. You know Kandie and them don’t play that mess with their play cousins.” I assure her, recalling all the times one of the Love cousins came to visit us in the projects we grew up in. They treated us no different than their real cousins, Justice, Delightful, Lovie-Belle, and Miracle.

Fi visibly relaxes. My words bring a smile to her face. Which is good because we are at the venue of the fair doubled as Get Out The Vote event for Mathias Shelby, Delightful’s cousin, Nikki’s husband.

There is nothing that FADE won’t do for his wife and drafting me into this surprise appearance is just the tip of the iceberg. After a near two year hiatus, coming back on the scene with a new album and tour isn’t enough with new TikTok sensations popping every five minutes. I need to get my name out there with as much positive PR as possible. Especially with the abrupt cancellation of my tour a couple years ago. At the time I wanted to do nothing but lick my wounds and be alone with the brand new love of my life. I wasn’t ready to share my baby with the world. I’m still not. But mommy has to work to secure his future and this is going to be my last hurrah. Though I haven’t told anyone that not even Fi about my plans to retire when this tour is over. Not that Fi would be upset her money is set having branched out from being solely my stylist for years to having an entire list of A-list celebrity clientele. The other workers I need to set up for life after my retirement and one sure-fire way is for this tour to be a success. Many of them waited patiently for me while I was taking time off. I owe it to them to them to do my very best.

The car stops and we are met by the team that FADE set up beforehand. That’s one thing I love about working with him – he always takes good care of his artists.

“Is this Ayaan?” Summer coos as soon as the driver opens the door. A thick band of security surrounds us. Anyone looking on won’t even be able to tell it’s me in this oversized hoodie. She’s the only one who knows anything about him. Fi had to prearrange care for my baby while I preform and she gets me ready. Summer assured us over video chat he’d mix right in with the other toddlers and none would be the wiser.

Word’s gotten out that a big celebrity will be in attendance but they don’t know it’s me. Locals aren’t as excited about Santiago anymore since he and Mimi live down here, so FADE asked me to come to help his cousin by marriage out despite the fact that Mathias and his wife are from families that have a Montague and Capulet level feud that’s raged more than a century.

“Yes, this is my little prince.” I tell her not even bothered by the accuracy of my words. His father is prince but I don’t hold that against him I love my son no matter what.

“He’s going to cut up. You know he’s hasn’t been around people like that,” Fi warns as I prop him on my hip as we enter the tent that’s set up for hair and make-up.

“I’ll keep him with me until it’s almost time to go on. He used to going with someone and when I perform.” I assure Summer who seems unflappable at Fi’s misgivings.

“The area where we have the kids is close to the stage and in line of sight of the stage, so he’ll still see you and be able to play.”

“Sounds good.” I notice they already have a little play area neatly arranged in the tent. I put him down, watching as he toddles over to the little rug that has wood puzzles and jumbo blocks. In seconds I’m forgotten as he sees some of this favorite toys— dinosaurs and jungle animals.

“Roar, roar,” he exclaims.

Summer immediately sits down crisscross and they’re playing like old pals.

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