Page 39 of Certified Pressure 4
When I walked back in the crib, the lights was dim, and I could hear soft music comin’ from the bedroom. Toni had the door cracked, and when I pushed it open, she was standin’ there in nothin’ but lace, holdin’ that lil’ door swing thing she wanted me to fuck her in, tryna figure out how to hook it up.
She looked back at me and smiled. “You gon’ help me with this or what?”
I grinned slow, walkin’ toward her, that same gut feelin’ still sittin’ there, but it wasn’t frustration this time. It was love.
No matter what the fuck was goin’ on outside that door, one thing about it, I was gon’ handle whoever needed handlin’. But right now, I was gon’ handle her.
It was right at midnight and I was in the bed with Toni, both of us still naked and laid out like we just been through a war. The whole room smelled like sex and smoke. The air was filled with the heat from everything we had just done. The swing she found online and hung up on the back of the door was still swayin’, like it hadn’t even caught its breath either. Her hair was wild and all over her head, red curls stickin’ out every which way while her soft leg stayed thrown across mine. Her cheek was pressed against my chest, the sound of my heartbeat makin’ her body rise and fall with it. She looked so at peace with her eyes barely open, and her lips still swollen from all the kissin’.
My blunt was halfway gone, the end of it glowin’ red in the dark while smoke drifted toward the ceilin’. My free arm was around her, so my hand slid down her waist to her ass, rubbin’ it slow without even thinkin’ about it. That was my comfort. My baby slept better when I touched her, like her body needed me close to remind her where she belonged. And I liked that shit. I liked knowin’ I could calm her down with a touch, and that I could make her fall asleep safe even after I had her screamin’ my name not even an hour ago.
Her skin was soft as hell, warm under my palm, and she kept lettin’ out these lil’ sleepy hums that made me smirk. I took another pull from the blunt and blew it out slow, watchin’ the smoke fade before glancin’ down at her. “You good, baby?” I asked low.
She nodded without liftin’ her head. “Mmhmm.”
“Uh huh, I bet,” I muttered, still grinnin’ as I flicked the ash into the tray sittin’ on the nightstand.
She moved, stretchin’ out her legs and yawnin’ like she just finished a shift at work instead of what we really did. I slid my hand up her back, my thumb drawin’ lazy circles against her skin. She tilted her head up, her voice low and sweet. “Why you lookin’ at me like that?”
“‘Cause you mine, and I can look at you how I want to,” I said, my voice calm but deep enough for her to feel it.
That made her smile, her eyes glazin’ over like she was still floatin’ somewhere between tired and turned on. She cuddled back into my chest and I kissed the top of her head, lettin’ my hand slide back down to her thigh.
Before long, my phone started buzzin’ on the nightstand. I grabbed it, squintin’ at the screen, and saw Renza’s name flashin’. “What’s good, nigga?”
Renza’s voice came through, loud as hell like he ain’t know it was midnight. “Nigga, open the damn door! We outside.”
I shook my head, already knowin’ what it was. “Man, y’all finally made it?”
“Hell yeah,” he said, soundin’ amped. “We been flyin’ since Pressure hung up. Open up. It’s all kinda bugs out here.”
I shook my head, smirkin’. “Scary ass nigga. Give me a second to get out the bed.”
“You too busy fuckin’ to answer. Open this damn door.”
Toni stirred beside me, mumblin’ somethin’ that sounded like my name. Her hand reached for me, and slid up my chest until her fingers found mine. Her voice came out soft, damn near a whisper. “Where you goin’, baby?”
I looked down at her and my whole mood shifted again. Her lashes was low, her lips pouty, and her body was still warm against mine. “Renza and Blaq at the door,” I said, leanin’ down to kiss her.
She pulled me closer, still half asleep, her arm loopin’ around my neck. “They can wait a minute.”
I grinned, lettin’ her tug me back down. I leaned in on my knees, hoverin’ over her while she smiled up at me. Her hand slid across my jaw, and I kissed her slow, and deep, lettin’ her taste the weed and whip cream I used on her earlier, on mytongue. I trailed kisses down her cheek to her neck, suckin’ there until she sighed.
“I love you,” she whispered, her voice all dreamy.
“I love you too, baby,” I said back, my words draggin’ against her skin while I kissed her again. I stayed there for another few seconds, kissin’ all up her neck, then forced myself to pull away. “Lemme go open this door before these niggas start bangin’ like the police.”
She giggled, rollin’ to her side as I slid out the bed and grabbed my black sweatpants off the floor. She watched me the whole time, her eyes followin’ every move I made. I turned and caught her starin’. “What?” I asked with a smirk.
She smiled sleepy as hell. “Nothin’. You just fine as fuck, that’s all.”
I chuckled, pullin’ the drawstring tight and walkin’ out the room shirtless.
When I opened the door, Renza and Blaqson were standin’ there, each holdin’ a duffel bag that I already knew wasn’t filled with no damn clothes.
“‘Bout time, nigga,” Renza said, steppin’ in first. “We flew all the way out here and you movin’ slow as hell.”
I smirked. “Y’all was supposed to text when y’all landed.”
