Page 95 of Kentrell

“Sit on it,” I added, voice like gravel and heat.

She blinked, stunned quiet for a beat.

Then that sass I was learning to love slid right back across her face.

She tilted her head, lips curving into a playful smirk. “You got Uber Black dick and I’m sittin’ over here with a compact pussy—make it make sense.”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “Girl…”

“You talking aboutsit on itlike I won’t end up in the hospital with my legs in traction,” she muttered, scooting off the bed like she needed space tothink.

“Nah, bring that ass back here,” I chuckled, reaching for her wrist as she tried to escape. “You startin’ shit now.”

She dodged me with a giggle and grabbed her robe. “Nope. You saidin due time,remember?”

I watched her disappear into the bathroom, still grinning like a man who already knew the end of the movie.

And when shewasready?

Yeah.

She wasn’tgoin’ nowhereafter that.

The sound of the shower kicking on broke through my thoughts. I sat up, rubbing a hand down my face before reaching for my jeans on the floor. My phone slid out of the pocket as I pulled them on.

Three unread messages lit up the screen.

Wave

Aye nigga what’s the move

Wani

I been calling yo bean head ass all fucking day

Whatchu on

Kensei

How yo girl like the clothes?

I smirked a little at Kensei’s message and shot off some quick replies.

To Wave

Cooling. Might slide later.

To Wani

Nigga, chill. I was sleep.

To Kensei

She loved ‘em. I’ll tell you the rest later.

I went to slide my phone back into my pocket when it lit up with an incoming call.

Star.

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