Page 15 of Chrome

Smiling, I shook my head and said to Lauren, “I’m good boo. I’ll be over in a second.” She nodded and let me be.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we swayed from side to side. He smelled so fuckin’ good and he damn sure looked like he would fuck me from wall to wall in this bitch regardless of who watched. I could tell he was the kind of nigga that didn’t back down from shit.

“Your arrogant as fuck, you know that?”

“I’ve heard it a time or two. What the fuck that got to do with anything though?” he questioned.

“Because you making me wet Chrome. This is inappropriate, especially for me. You don’t look a day over the age of twenty-one.”

He was so damn fine, but he was a baby, and I knew it. I couldn’t rob this cradle. Plus, the liquor had completely taken over. I was sure that whatever decisions made from here on out could be classified as intoxicated ones. Too close to my baby’s age and I needed to put some space between us, but this nigga was magnetic. I was definitely where I needed to be for the moment.

“I’m twenty- four, twenty-five in a couple weeks. Ain’t no cradle Fade,” he replied nibbling on my neck. His light kisses had my knees ready to buckle.

“This the second time you done called me that. What’s up with that?”

“I like this pixie cut you got going on. Plus, I ain’t want to call you no hoe or nothing like that just because I ain’t know yo’ name yet. Regardless of what you may think, a nigga got more respect for a woman than that. What is it by the way?”

“Kosha, but my people call me KoKo.”

“I like Fade better. I need you with me tonight. You gon’ give me that?”

“Little boy?—”

“You just got through dancing all on my dick, ain’t shit lil’ ‘bout me and you know it.” His response caused me to blush. I felt nothing but pipe when we danced. Hell, it was one of the main reasons a bitch didn’t move. That shit felt good behind me.

“I am not your speed baby boy. This is fun and all, but I would never cross that line no matter how thin it is.”

His hands went to exploring my bottom half as his mouth attacked mine. With each squeeze he gave to my ass, the hungrier I became for him. He took what he wanted, and I was understanding that the longer we stayed connected. I was in his deck of cards, and I’d be damned if he wasn’t playing it right. My pussy was damn near screaming for him at this point.

“See that, hot and fuckin’ bothered. I need you with me tonight, Fade. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“No wasn’t my answer choice, Chrome. You can have me until it’s time for me to go and not a second further. I have responsibilities unlike you.”

“You talk a lot of shit for somebody that don’t know a nigga. All I need is a night for you to learn me though. I promise you won’t be talking all that shit in the morning.”

My bottom lip was pulled in and penetrated by my teeth. His words had my body craving everything he was willing to bestow upon a bitch. Young, fine, and slanging. Yeah, I knew all too well what the fuck was ‘bout to come out of this night. However, all the liquid courage I consumed had me ready to follow this nigga to the moon and back and I had yet to feel the veins that outlined his dick.

“One night,” I said agreeing to his shenanigans.

Chapter Seven

CHROME

Kosha was pressure and she knew it. Baby had a boss bitch demeanor and not because she had her own shit. K Blades been under her belt for some years now. I did my homework on shawty and seen money wasn’t a problem for her. I knew from the moment I saw her pretty ass she was gon’ have me out here on some wild shit. She was too fine not to claim.

Like now, she sat in a nigga lap as both of our crews mixed and had a fuckin’ ball in The Hive. The bottles were flowing like they were limitless, and everybody was vibing out. A nigga was still high off that win from the other night, so I felt the need to celebrate twice. This wasn’t shit but the sequel to beating a nigga ass on the gravel.

“Where you from Fade?” I knew but I wasn’t trying to let her know a nigga scoped her already.

“Atlanta. Me and my daughter just moved here a few weeks back. She’s a senior at Eastlake High.”

“That’s what’s up. A senior citizen with a senior,” I jested.

She turned around and hit me in my chest. “I am not that old. Do I look that old to you?” she inquired with tears in her eyes. I forgot how sensitive age was for women.

“I’m just joking, baby. Relax. What you is? Like, thirty or something?” I knew how to make a woman feel good. I had a mother that taught me the rights and wrongs.

Her frown turned upside down and I was granted a cute lil’ smile from her sexy ass. She was adorable when she was drunk. “I’m thirty-seven. I guess I’m closer to that senior citizenship than I realized.”

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