Page 28 of Real's Love

“This what you doing now, Montréal?” she finally asked.

“Driving? I been doing that shit for years,” I played ignorant.

“No. Kidnapping people!”

"You feel kidnapped, love?"

She closed her eyes like she was praying. "Does it matter how I feel, Montréal?"

I looked at her crazy. "Of course, it matters how you feel.”

"I just spent a minute telling you how I felt, and you disregarded it!" she scoffed.

"That little Easter speech you gave?" I waved that shit off. "That ain't how you feel. That's how you think you supposed to feel, according to that rule book in yo' head. Let it go, mama."

She shook her head, sighing. "How do you know how I feel?"

"So, you don't wanna be with me right now? You ain't wanted to be with me all morning, love?" I challenged, turning in my seat as much as I could.

Big, honey-brown eyes glared at me and full, freshly-glossed lips pouted, but she stayed quiet. I grinned.

"You ain't gotta admit it out loud. I'm gracious in victory. Just sit over there and enjoy the ride. I like having you up under me, too."

"I already knew that," she mumbled.

I frowned, not appreciating that comment. I liked her for more than sex. She liked me, too, so she could stop with her bullshit.

"Ay, chill out with that mouth, shorty."

She sniffed but turned her head to look out the window. The drive wasn't much longer. I usually explained my job as in commercial and select residential real estate, giving most people the impression that I just sold luxury spots. That wasn't all I did. I acquired some, revamped them, and sold them for much more than I paid, Basically upscale property flipping. Some places I bought and kept, renting them as high-end, lucrative assets. The collection of exclusive boutiques and eateries I pulled up to was a place like that. I wanted to check on my investment here today, peek in on the clients who were prepping or already open for Sunday traffic. I parked and climbed out before letting Ev out. She sucked her teeth when I grabbed her hand, but she didn't try to pull away.

We stopped at the small coffee and tea shop run by a Brazilian couple my mother knew first. She introduced them to me when they outgrew their old shop. Drinks were their specialty; Mama provided the baked goods they sold. But the Oliveiras had an interesting history that made me extra happy to be renting to them.

"How is Rachel? You must give her my love," Mariana said as Davi blended an iced coffee for Ev.

"She good. In the restaurants or in these streets. She stay busy," I answered, smiling.

I half-listened to her chatter as I watched Ev with Davi. Shorty was one of those old school words like… like gracious. She was so damned gracious the few times I’d seen her interact with people. She had a pretty, sincere smile; she listened like whoever was talking was saying the most important shit in the world; and she said nice stuff to people. Hell, she spoke life into me on the regular. She thanked Davi as she accepted her coffee, immediately inserting a straw and taking a sip.

Her jaws hollowed as she sucked and just that quick, all thoughts of her being gracious were gone as I imagined her creating that same suction around my dick. I liked that version of Ev, too, the filthy one who worked her thick, sexy body in ways that had me questioning life. My dick was hard as hell as she complimented Davi and Mariana on the coffee and their shop. This visit wasn’t going to be long. I needed to be inside her again as soon as fucking possible.

“Real?”

Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts. The way all three of them were looking at me let me know they were waiting on me to say something. I had missed the question, though.

“Run that back,” I said.

“Mariana said are you sure you don’t want anything?” Ev responded.

“Nah, I’m good. You ready?”

I looked down at Ev and she nodded. We said our goodbyes and I took her hand again. A couple more stops to check on tenants and we were gone. I didn’t realize I was pulling her along until she let out an exasperated, “Montréal!”

“What?” I asked, glancing back at her.

“Why you moving so fast?”

Walking up on her, I made sure to get close enough for her to feel my already-hardening dick against her stomach.

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