Page 69 of Defending the Post
“How is working with Icey?” DJ Spin asked Jhae.
Jhae D Records was serious about Icey. The rebranding of his website and social media gained attention to the point Tyrus flew to Houston. We have brands reaching out for deals and other artists wanting a feature.
“Icey is a phenomenal talent. The album is cold. He is working hard in the studio all the time. He takes his craft seriously. Speaking of which, Icey, can I get a remix, sir?” Jhae said, and the room cackled. “Y’all, Icey does not play about his money or his music,” she added.
Me
I’m at the radio station.
Marquise
It’s wet, ain’t it?
Me
Go to treatment.
“Weirdo.”
I thought I was dreaming, as I squinted my eyes, making out Marquise’s face. Sleep fueled excitement traveled through me as I shed the blanket. Sitting on my knees, I extended my arms in his direction. He pecked my lips repeatedly before I could ask questions.
“You said you wouldn’t make it until tomorrow,” I murmured against his neck.
“I lied,” he said.
These last four games had me sick to my stomach, especially when Marquise rolled his ankle. He told me not to worry about it, but I did the opposite. I pulled him down by his shirt, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“My baby misses me,” he said after he kissed my neck.
“Yes, I miss you,” I said, squeezing him hard and tight.
“Do I get to taste you tonight?” he asked, and I shook my head no.
Before we have sex, we need to have a deeper conversation. I knew we were not friends, but we hadn’t defined anything.
“I thought you missed me,” he said between laughter.
“I do.”
“But not enough for me to make you cum.”
I rolled my eyes because my pussy was already wet, and if he pressed the issue, I would give in.
He kissed my neck again. “Be glad I’m tired because I know you would let me,” he said, and I blushed.
I lined my lips with lipstick as Marquise kissed my neck. He had been a zombie most of the day, only getting up two hours ago. Tonight was his father’s birthday party, and we were going to be late.
“Your lips are still dry,” he said, and I laughed.
Marquise pressed his hard dick against my ass as he kissed me.
“Tonight, you gon’ let me count those tattoos?” he asked, and I fought the desire to moan in agreement.
Marquise’s lips continued to align my neck and heat rushed to my middle.
“Stop, we have to go,” I said, softer than I should have.
We glared at each other in the mirror with loaded eyes. “We need to establish some things before we have sex,” I said.
