Page 120 of Certified To Handle You 2

I ain’t gon’ lie, I was fucked up my damn self but after she told me, I flipped my blinker on and eased into a U-turn.

“You comin’?” Reni asked, and I could hear that lil’ bit of uncertainty creepin’ into her voice.

“Yeah,” I answered. “I ain’t gon’ leave you stranded.”

Reni let out a breath that sounded like she been holdin’ in.

“Okay… thank you.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

I ended the call and headed back across town, but the whole drive, I kept lookin’ over at my phone, wonderin’ if Sha’Nelle was ever gon’ call me back. She never did.

By the time I pulled into the parkin’ lot, I already knew I wasn’t stayin’. I was gon’ pick Reni up, make sure she got home safe and keep it movin’.

I grabbed my phone and called her.

“I’m outside,” I said after she answered. “Where you at?”

“I’m comin’.”

About a minute later, I saw her walkin’ out the front doors.

Even from where I was parked, I could tell she had been drinkin’. She wasn’t all over the place, but her steps wasn’t nearly as straight as they usually was. I climbed out and met her halfway. She smiled when she reached me.

“I knew you’d come.”

I opened the passenger door. “Where Mecca?”

Reni buckled herself in before lookin’ over at me. “Her dude came and got her.”

I nodded, closed the door behind her and walked around to the driver’s side.

When I got back behind the wheel, I pulled away from the club and started drivin’ toward her condo.

While I was drivin’, Reni leaned over the console and slid her hand around to the back of my head. Her nails scratched slow through my waves while her thumb rubbed the base of my neck like she already knew exactly what the fuck she was doin’.

I had already made my mind up that I was just gon’ drop Reni off and take my black ass back home. That was the whole damn plan. But shit, I was a lil’ drunk, a lil’ high, and the way she kept rubbin’ on my dick through my pants had a nigga questionin’ every bit of common sense I thought I had.

Every stroke had my shit jumpin’ a lil’ harder against her hand, and I already knew I was startin’ to lose that battle with myself.

“You look good as fuck,” Reni said while she kept rubbin’ the back of my head with one hand and my dick through my pants with the other.

I glanced over at her for a second and took in that chocolate dress she had on. That muthafucka hugged every curve she had. My eyes dragged slow over them thick ass thighs before I forced myself to look back at the road. The last thing I needed was wreckin’ my damn truck over a woman I already knew I shouldn’t be entertainin’.

“You too,” I replied, keepin’ that shit short before I ended up sayin’ more than I meant to.

Soon as we stopped at the red light, Reni wasted zero time. She reached over, unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. My shit was only halfway hard, but the second she bent over and eased half that muthafucka into her mouth, I felt every nerve in my body wake the fuck up. My dick got rock hard so fast it almost made me curse out loud.

I bit down on my lip and tightened my grip around the steerin’ wheel while she sucked slow on the head of my dick and stroked the rest with her hand. Every pull of her mouth matched the pace of her hand so damn perfect that my hips wanted to move before my brain could tell ’em not to.

I’on even know if it was the liquor, the weed, or just Reni bein’ Reni, but that shit started feelin’ too damn good. I reached down and laid my hand over the back of her head for a second while keepin’ my other hand locked on the wheel. I ain’t stop her. Hell, I damn near encouraged the shit.

I lifted my hips off the driver’s seat just enough to feed her a lil’ more dick, and she took it until she gagged around me. The sound hit my ears, spit rolled down my shaft, and she coughed without lettin’ me go. That shit almost had me forget I was still sittin’ at a damn intersection.

“Yeah,” I muttered under my breath, glancin’ down at my lap for half a second before lookin’ right back through the windshield.

My jaw stayed tight while I fought like hell to keep my focus on the road instead of what was happenin’ between my legs.