Page 17 of Trading Places

I move faster, looking up at him. “Come for me…” I moan around him.

His hips buck, and he shoots his nut in my mouth. I hold it in my mouth as I get off my knees.

I kiss him and slip his cum into his mouth.

He kisses me and swirls his tongue around mine. Then he sucks it out of my mouth.

Shit. I didn’t think he was going for that. “Mmm… I like that. I might give you the pussy.”

“I’m definitely not letting your freaky ass go.” He smirks against my lips.

The door opens, and I back up from him. Drey pulls up his pants.

Fuck.

Chapter 8

Drey

Tank stands at the door, and he looks over at me. I maintain a poker face. I don’t give a fuck what he thinks he saw. I ain’t admitting to shit.

“What? I had to use the bathroom. The line was too long out there,” Zari says, snapping at Tank. She flips her long black hair over her shoulder.

I’m sure he’s used to how she is. But the Davis girls can do no wrong in the eyes of Trell’s team.

“Enjoy your night, Zari,” Tank says. He watches her walk out of the room. Tank been around since before me. He’s loyal to Trell.

“What you need? Everything good?” I ask, walking over to him.

“Trell outside,” Tank says, leaving out. He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond or figure out what the hell it’s about.

Tank better not say shit either.

The moment security sent me a text she was here, I pulled up the security camera when she walked in and the moment I saw her holding that nigga’s hand, I had to act. I was in the middle of talking to Synah when I looked down at the computer and saw her twerking on him. Nah, hell no. She can’t come up here doing all that and expect me not to react.

I gotta get my head right because I had no business getting her fiancé’s car towed so I can spend time with her.

Even though I see her fine ass every damn day. I can still taste my nut on my tongue. This woman got me doing all kinds of shit, but Ion know about getting fucked. She keeps whispering that shit in my ear every time we smoke. I definitely would cut off any other bitch talking that shit. I can’t lie, she got me curious.

I head out of the back exit. I already know that’s where he always pull up.

The driver is dressed in a chauffeur’s hat, gloves, and a suit. The long black Maybach sits in the back where no other cars are. It’s backed in so that he can leave quick.

The driver opens the back door of the Maybach.

I hop in the back, and it’s spacious as fuck. Ion think I’ve ever met him in the back of his car. The door closes behind me. The windows are tinted so dark that you can barely see out of them. Everything is black.

Black leather seats, a lap table. Diamond pattern stitching. Wood grain runs along the doors. This shit is fire as fuck. I ain’t flashy myself, but I get it. This nigga been in the game for damn near forty years.

This nigga got shades on, and it’s nighttime. His Glock is lying on his lap.

Fuck. He knows about me and Zari. Shit, I ain’t trying to go out like this. The back of my neck is sweating, and my heart knocks in my chest.

“Hall, the fuck you doing birthday parties for?” He raises an eyebrow.

My shoulders drop and I let out a deep breath. “You said we had more shit to move.”

Shit had my chest tight as hell. Technically, Tank ain’t seen shit, so it really ain’t nothing to run his mouth about.