Page 55 of Certified Pressure 4
I watched him across the room, talking to Renza who finally showed up, and laughing about something with his hand around a glass of dark liquor and his chain catching the light. He looked too damn good. Every little thing about him just did something to me, from the way his mouth curved when he smiled to how his tattoos peeked out from under his shirt collar. I couldn’t stop staring.
I had been sipping wine all night, and it was definitely hitting me now. The buzz made everything feel warm, and the way Pressure kept looking back at me only made it worse. My body was reacting before I could even think. I crossed my legs,watching him move, his presence filling the whole damn room like it always did.
When he finally walked over to me, I tried to play it cool, but my eyes gave me away.
“You good, baby?” he asked, his voice low and rough the way I loved.
I smiled and nodded, even though my heart was racing. “I’m good. Just… happy.”
Pressure smirked like he already knew what was going on in my head. He leaned close enough for his breath to touch my ear.“Happy ain’t the only thing runnin’ through you right now,” he whispered, his hand sliding around my waist.
I laughed, trying to hide my smile, but he pulled me closer, and I could feel how warm his body was. “Stop,” I whispered, but I didn’t mean it.
He chuckled. “Stop what? You the one all up on me.”
I put my hand on his chest, pretending to push him away, but I was smiling the whole time. “You making it hard not to be.”
Pressure grinned and kissed the side of my neck, right below my ear. “You drunk, huh?”
“Maybe a little.”
He bit his lip and stared down at me. “My mama keeping the baby tonight.”
My eyes met his and I felt my stomach drop. “She is?”
“Yeah. I already told her.”
I didn’t say anything, but he saw the look in my eyes and smirked again.
“What you think that mean?” he asked, dragging his thumb across my hip.
“I think it means you tryna get me in trouble,” I said.
He laughed. “Nah, I’m tryna get you home.”
I stared at him, my chest rising and falling. “Take me then.”
Pressure’s grin widened as he looked around the room. “A’ight, say less.”
He started telling his family bye, shaking hands, hugging Abeni and thanking everyone again. I watched him move through the room like a king, confident and smooth. When he made it back to me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed the top of my head.
“Come on, baby,” he said.
We stopped by Abeni to give her Prestyn’s bag, and she smiled, holding the baby close. “You two be careful,” she said, knowing exactly what type of night it was about to be.
Zurie ran up and hugged me tight, her little arms around my waist. “Omá said she already got my pajamas ready.”
I smiled and brushed her curls back. “Good. You be good, okay?”
She nodded, her eyes bright. “I will. Love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” I kissed her forehead and watched her run off toward the kitchen, her laughter blending in with the rest of the family noise.
I nodded. “He’s got enough milk to last through the night, but I’ll come back for him in the morning.”
Abeni smiled wider. “We’ll be here. Don’t you worry about him.”
Pressure’s hand slipped around my waist, his lips brushing my ear. “Come on, baby,” he murmured. “Let’s roll.”
