Love In the Red Zone (Connecticut Kings Book 1) (20 page)

My eyes went wild. “What is your speed?”

“Whipping your ass at your own game. Who’s going first?” Her face was blank, but eyes showed her confidence.

“I think you should go first. I don’t want your light-weight ass puking all over my kitchen.”

“I’ll be the one cleaning it anyway.”

“Not if you don’t have a good memory, you won’t,” I threatened, talking my shit.

“Bring it.” Her eyes narrowed.

Pretty eyes.

Sexy ass eyes
.

It wasn’t just the color of them; I’d seen countless chicks with exotic eyes. It was the color of Jade’s, the shape of her lids, and expressive way they communicated.

“What type of car did your mother have when you were eight?”

“Years old?”

I nodded, every other part of my body stilled to catch cues of her lying. She rolled her eyes.

“That’s easy, a white ’99 six series BMW. Damn!” she sighed. “That ride was sweet. All of hers are. I’ve only known her to drive white vehicles.”

High maintenance… It’s where you get it from.

That was another issue I had with Jade: yeah, she’d hit rock bottom, but everything about her spelled diva. It was in her upbringing, presentation, the fact that her son’s father was a drug dealer with fast money, and down to the designer clothes she had packed up in the garage and in Kyree’s room. I was cheap. Had no time for an expensive woman.

“My turn.”

“Hit me,” I challenged, stumped by that revelation.

“How many steps did your first house have on the outside?”

“I never lived in a house. Only apartments before I bought this.”

“But your apartment had steps in front of its building. Was it a multi-family?”

“Two.” I nodded. “Five.” I suddenly recalled.

“How do you remember when you didn’t even realize you lived in a house after all?”

“Because I jumped and fell down them enough to even know the measurement in between.” I grumbled. “What was the last name of your first crush?”

“Hmmmm…” Her eyes danced around as she thought. “That was so long ago, I can’t remember if his name was John or Jim. I think it was Johnny—no! Jimmy. Wait… I don’t know.”

“Drink.” I demanded with no pity.

After a huff and a rolling of those hazels, Jade tossed back the glass. Once it hit the table top, I poured another.

“You think you’re going to need a bucket?” Jade giggled with her palms on her face. Her eyes were reddened in inebriation.

“Nah. That was just my third.” I gestured to her full glass waiting in front of her. “You on the other hand are going to need a damn diaper from all the pissin’ you’re gonna have to do any second now.”

Jade blew air through her lips. “I’m only on five. I’m a G, my nigga.”

“Yeah, a’ight. Talk ya shit.” I found myself tickled by her tipsiness.

I wasn’t too far behind her, drinking on an empty stomach. Twenty minutes ago, I pulled out a couple of bottles of water to help us in the morning.

“Where was the first place you had sex? The address!” She narrowed her eyes, thinking she was being slick.

“Easy. 1624 Melrose Street, Camden, New Jersey.”

“Buuullshit!” she sputtered on a drunken laugh.

My forehead stretched. “No bullshit.” I put my palms in the air. “My first piece of ass was in the basement of my grandmother’s house.”

“Ewwwww…” Jade’s face wrinkled. “Was it finished?”

“No, not finished at all. Mostly used for storage, but it served its purpose.”

“How old were you?”

“Sixteen.”

Jade slapped the marble countertop abruptly. “You lie!” She gasped.

“I’m not shittin’ you. I told you, sex has never been a big deal for me. I was good beating my meat until then.” I laughed, wiping my eyes.

“What changed?”

“A bad ass new dancer at the club where my uncles were dancing, at the time. She was in college and I was in love with the way she made her tits shake behind these tassels she wore.” I brought my fingers to my nipples to demonstrate.

“You were underage, Trent!” Jade’s face turned red in anger.

“I was a big boy,” I defended. “And apparently one she wanted to handle, so I let her. She handled all four minutes I had in me, too!” My palm hit the table and I clenched it for balanced as I laughed my motherfucking ass off at that piece of truth. I remembered it all too well. Cherry didn’t give a damn. All she wanted was to fuck Shank’s nephew. “Cherry popped my damn cherry!” I couldn’t stop laughing.

“That’s not funny, Trent!” I chanced a glance over the island I was curled beneath, laughing. Jade was red. Pissed the hell off. That was somewhat sobering. “I bet we haven’t passed the statute of limitations! She should be brought up on charges! What college student wants to do a damn sixteen-year-old?”

“Jade,” I called defensively, still in a fit of humor. “It was a rite of passage. It actually helped my development. All my boys got ass by eleven/twelve. It was all good. She even put the condom on for me.” I tried to pull a laugh out of her. But to no avail. Jade was livid.

“Next question,” she demanded with tight lips.

“Damn! Okay!” I dried my eyes. “Uhhhh… Let’s see. What color panties were you wearing when you had your first orgasm by Kyree’s father?”

I honestly did not think that question out. I was more or less shooting for a difficult detail. Could not give a single fuck about somebody bringing her to an orgasm.

But m
e
…

Jade scraped her top lip with her bottom row of teeth, eyes cast into the corner of the kitchen. Then she rolled her eyes and sighed, as though she was defeated.

“That’s easy. Not like it was a lot. He’d only do it with his fingers and that was on my clit. I wore hot pink satin Victoria’s Secret.”

My jaw fell on the damn counter. “Only with his fingers?”

She rolled her eyes again, annoyed. “Yeah. Next question is on me.” She moved us along quickly. “And I’m coming over there to look you dead in the face, because if you lie to me, I’m gonna beat your ass.” She toed over, scooting my glass closer to me as though it was a foregone conclusion. “What fabric of bra and underwear did the girl wear the last time you got head?”

My neck snapped back. “Damn! You tryna win this, ain’t you?” I was stumped for real. Didn’t know how to answer the question because there had been two women, and I damn sure wasn’t going there with Jade. Look how she reacted to my first lay.

Without preamble, I grabbed the shot glass and downed it.

“A’ight. You won.”  I moved to leave. I was tired any damn way.

I was out of the kitchen and down the hall that led to the elevator. I was definitely too bushed to take the stairs. Between the rough week of working out and not having drank anything heavy in a while, my body was taxed.

“No! I have a bonus question.”

I turned and saw those golden eyes darken to a brown I’d never seen as Jade approached me. I had no idea she had followed me out. Her lids were narrow from the shots and more. Jade was aroused.

What the fuck?

To play down what I thought I was seeing, I rubbed my eyes. A yawn followed as I spoke, “Yeah, a’ight. I ain’t taking another shot if I don’t know the answer.”

“When was the last time Ms. Matthews went down on you?”

“Who the hell is Ms. Matthews?”

Had the joke turned into me fucking my middle school teachers?

Jade didn’t speak. She just stood close to my chest with her hands on her hips like she was accusing me of something.

I went to rub my eyes again, feeling the effects of the clear monster. “Look, Jade—”

My words were yanked and breath snatched from my lungs at the feel of her warm soft hands down my sweats stroking my dick. My hands dropped from my face and before I could process it all, Jade's little frame was headed south with that rounded ass arched in the air. My fully awakened cock was between her little palms; her red nails were spread across me, coordinated to grip as much as her hands could.

“Goddamn, Trent,” she breathed while studying my throbbing erection that looked crazy vulga
r…
freaky, but very well handled in her care. “You’re a big bo
y…
”

I thought for a second she’d put me back in my pants, but it all went down so quickly. Those darkened hazels locked to me as she opened wide and took me into her mouth. She jerked me in while sucking and twirled her tongue when she pulled me out. She couldn’t take in more than my swollen head at first, but Jade stayed at it until she worked me to the back of her throat and what couldn’t fit, she worked down to my root with her hands. And she knew what she was doing. This woman angled her head, moved me in and out like she’d known my body for years. My head spun and small bumps raised on every inch of my body. My neck went out and head hit the wall behind me in the darkened hallway.

The sounds she made while blowing me had my jaw tightening, and whether I liked it or not, Jade was sucking me off and doing a hell of a job—and I liked it. A lot. My belly started warming and the pads of my feet heated in my
Timbs
. Her phone sounded from in the kitchen causing my head to jerk up. When I looked down at her she fluttered her eyes closed saying she would not be told no. I was relieved and let my head collapse again as she upped the tempo of her fisting me. Jade wouldn’t tire as she worked me over, never letting up on her grip or losing the rhythm of her suction.
Goddamn
... I couldn’t help but take her at the back of the head, feeding myself to her. I didn’t know how well it would go over, considering how she felt about her weave. She didn’t seem to mind when she moaned. I could feel her saliva drip down onto my balls. That visual set off my orgasm.

“Jade, baby,” I could barely breathe out. “I’m about to...”

I pulled my pelvis back. Jade moved up, moaning and shaking her head like a damn porn star. She was fisting me even harder now, begging for my come. With those heavy-lidded ambers and a burst of a few pleading moans, my balls tingled, working to shoot. I pumped into her hungry little mouth forgetting she was the mother of a cool little kid. I forgot she was a boarder who I came home to pitying herself. In a split second she was a tempting baddie with a tight ass body who’d wanted me in this exact same position since moving in my crib, making it hard for my knees not to wobble, the chills not to take over my body, and my damn shoulders not to flap as a milky liquid squirted from my head and Jade caught it with a wide tongue. She kept stroking me, kept sucking me, and caressing me with those damn eyes. I couldn’t take the hypnotic pull I felt while coming for so damn long. Too damn long. I squeezed my eyes closed and dropped my head back on the wall.

When she knew I was done she pulled me from her hot mouth with one long suction, her hazel webs still on me. As I tried catching my breath and calm my chest from rising and falling, I tried gauging her mood. Where would we go from here? Did this mean we were going to fuck? Did she want me to return the favor? Could I?

Jade’s phone rang, making her leap on her knees, startled. Her eyes widened then curved apologetically. She slowly pushed on her feet to stand and took a few steps back before turning for the kitchen to answer the call. I fell more into the wall, freely heaving and fighting my tipsiness, frustration at myself for taking advantage of her, and confusion about why she would want to give me head in the first place.