Love In the Red Zone (Connecticut Kings Book 1) (57 page)

Out of nowhere, I saw a big and oiled figure doing some sort of moonwalk into the spotlight. After dragging my eyes from the familiar tattoos now glistening in baby oil, I recognized Trent wearing his signature
Timbs
, black jeans that hung indecently low, and a baseball cap with the brim falling low into his face. He slapped his thighs and fell into a squatting position before he rolled those abs in the air. They moved coordinately, all eight of them.

Damn, Trent!

This wasn’t the plan. The game plan was for us to make our way around the party and “bump into each other” for a hot “one-night stand.” We were supposed to be old acquaintances, with me only having gone down on him that one time near the elevator in his home. You know…that I could never forget him and he never forgot what my mouth felt like, type of thing.
Now, this
…  He was changing the rules, torturing me as he rolled against the floor in plank position, similar to how he had danced on me that night at the bowling alley, only with no one underneath him. The ladies hooted and hollered. The men chanted him on with shouts of his stage and field names.

The girl across from me sat with her legs crudely ajar. Not enough to see between them, but certainly too lax to be decent. The moment I was prepared to react to that the music changed and Trent leaped onto the back of her chair, gliding into the air until he landed on his feet on the other side and pulled the back of her chair. I heard the underwater sounds streaming through the speakers before the beat dropped. Trent approached me with a stoney face that was intimidating when he was shirtless, big, bulging, oily, and downright imposing. He reached between my legs and pulled my chair until I was in the spotlight, feet away from my neighbor across from me.

Then he turned for her, lifting her from her chair by her hand. When she was on her feet, Trent stood in front of her and rhythmically twisted his brim to the back while flexing his shoulders and the wings of his back, almost enclosing her intimidatingly. He started to grind in front of her, rolling his shoulders, abs, and pelvis—lifting and dipping. She went to touch his chest and he grabbed her at the waist as he continued to dance on her. She got greedy and tried to grab his crotch. Trent bounced back on beat, smiled at her, lifted his finger and waving it. Then he turned to put his back to her and rolled backwards with agility. I couldn’t believe he got as low as the hem of her skirt where he started wiggling his head lewdly, emulating eating the girl.

Oh my
…

My brain was about to burst from that sensual visual. I wasn’t bothered, not one bit. Was too turned on to be angry. I had no clue he was that flexible. I switched positions in my seat, feeling the lubrication underneath me. Before I knew it, Trent had the girl bent over in her chair. When R. Kelly yelled, “
Murder…Murder
…” He had the crowd clap him on. That act was similar to the one with me, but none of his dance moves were. They were fresh from an endless arsenal. While she hung over the chair with her butt in the air, Trent took his time with body rolls, neck rolls, and hip thrusts, showing off the glorious masculine cuts. Recklessly displaying virility with extreme confidence. He finally took her at the hips and air grinded on her, showing off the cuts in his back and the width of space between his long legs as he twerked midair pretending to be hitting it from the back.

I couldn’t decide where I wanted to settle my eyes. They were greedy wanting to see his back, ass, and what he was doing to this stranger. She tried to scoot back, but Trent caught her and swiftly pulled her up by her shoulders. He threw her in the air and caught her so she could straddle him. He continued with his hip thrusts, but keenly kept her pelvis in his abdomen and not meeting his. There was not one calm body in the room. He moved so far out that he backed up the gawking crowd. It was unbelievable how acrobatically Trent moved. He was like a machine, totally detached from the man I knew—unless we were fucking. When Trent fucked me it was deliciously beautiful. It was usually to blow off some steam. I was his workout and was always a willing participant.

My lewd thoughts were cut short when Trent did a back flip, landed on his knees, and slid over to me with his chin toward his chest. His eyes were hard, angry. He was animal-like, ravishing. And I wanted to be ravished right there in the spot. He pulled me from the chair, placed me on all fours while he danced on his knees, inches away from me. He did that neck roll while swiping his hands down his chest. Then on beat, Trent thrust his pelvis in my face, grabbing my hair at the braided roots. He kept pushing his crotch in my face until I felt his erection. It was so lewd, so brazen. So goddamn hot. I could hardly hear the music over the shouts around us. He released my hair and took me at my waist, flipping me backwards in the air until I straddled his shoulders. Trent buried his face in my sex and used his tongue to find my clit. I was too turned on to be ashamed. All I could do was hold my spine so I didn’t fall from his shoulders. My neck collapsed back and I felt his big hand lifting and dropping me at my hips, making the act downright lecherous.

My eyes were closed when he dropped me to his waist. I also realized that the music had changed. Trent hugged me as he laughed, I was sure at my drunken state, intoxicated by his public display of raw sexiness.

“You enjoyed that a little too much, little one,” he spoke in my ear over the glaring whoops and shouts.

“Treeeeeeent!” I purred, still refusing to open my eyes as I clawed his big frame in my arms and between my legs.

“Don’t worry. I’m about to finish you off as soon as we get upstairs.”

I squealed in his frame, squeezing tighter around him.

Trent continued to laugh as he received personal praise from people in passing. I felt a few taps of affirmation on my back and shoulders, but none burned me like what was in my arms. Once again, thanks to Trent, I was publicly turned on. Tonight, though, I didn’t have to hide it or be embarrassed. He was mine. And even if they didn’t know it in the legal manner, they knew it in the biblical sense.

“
Shoot ‘Em Up!
scores his biggest piece of ass tonight!”

My head shot up and eyes ballooned at that announcement. Still clasped to Trent’s sweaty body, I tossed my head back and laughed.

“JJ!” I screamed, still in movement. Trent kept for the rear foyer as I faced a laughing JJ, looking just as handsome and jovial as always as he teased me until we were out of sight.

Trent mumbled a few words to the sea of security at the elevator, making sure no one got access to the third floor. You could only access by elevator. The moment we were inside, I pushed my tongue down his throat. Trent moaned and his eyes mushroomed simultaneously. He quickly shuffled so his back was to the opened doors as he returned the kiss. As soon as we were inside our bedroom, I slid down his slippery body, unzipped his jeans, pulled out his thickness, and tongue kissed
it
.

Trent struggled to close and lock the door while I started indulging in my “one-night stand” with
Shoot ‘Em Up!

My phone vibrating off the glass top of the nightstand woke me up. I stretched my arm over to the side of the bed, shifting my back on the mattress a little until my fingers were able to grasp it. It was a text from Jordan.

JJ
:
meet me on the back balcony in ten

I checked the time. It was almost five in the morning. My eyes shifted down to Jade stretched out completely over me. Her thigh covered my stomach, knee on my chest. Her right leg stretched out, running alongside my left. Her right arm folded over my heart, underneath her face. In the low lit room, I could see the top of her long lashes. She was spent, mouth open and all. After laying her little ass out with three orgasms, I carried her into the tub and washed her while she basically slept on me. She complained when I made her wash her makeup off. I’d rather heard it a few hours ago than feeling her wrath when she awakened in a few hours, bitching about skin care.

My phone vibrated again.

JJ:
fuck that. meet me in five minutes. I’m tired as hell

I rolled my eyes. How did he even know I was up?

JJ:
I know your ass is up because you never turn off your phone in case Shank called. I know that’s still the same because your ass is a creature of habit bruh. Come the hell on

I sighed, salty as all hell about having to get out of bed. I didn’t want to leave Jade. We reached a milestone last night. She saw me dancing on another girl and didn’t flex. She actually got turned on. I hoped it was because she knew she didn’t have to worry about me wanting anybody but her. It didn’t help that MeMe, the girl I asked to participate, was gay. She was an aspiring actor who was best friends with a baseball player that came tonight. I’d known her for years. But Jade didn’t need to know that. She just needed to have her plan of seduction intercepted by my own.

Slowly, I rolled over, placing Jade on her back. She moaned with closed eyes and opened her legs automatically.
Damn
... I lay between them and counted to thirty before I slowly and gradually lifted my weight from her and left the bed. After tossing on fresh boxers, socks, shorts, tee, and shower shoes, I crept out. As soon as I closed the door, Tyheem was down the hall, waving me to the third floor balcony. Thank God, because I had no idea where this fool was calling me to.

Of course, he wasn’t there. I sat on the ledge, taking in the sunrise. I rubbed my eyes, to clear them for the view.
Jade would love seeing this
. She loved sunrises and sets. She loved the sun. Her new motto for watching it move was ‘new grace, new mercies.’ She and Ky had been attending church even while I’d been away during the season. It really made an impression on her. She enjoyed kicking it with Ezra and his wife, Lex. We spent last Thanksgiving with them after my charity event. Jade had even bought their daughter, Lisa-Mare, clothes and girlie accessories a few times. It was a part of her aggressive personality to go so hard for people she deemed worthy. She believed Ezra was because I kept no secret of how influential and supportive he’d been during my darkest days, dropping whatever he was doing to come check me. So long as it was genuine from Jade, I had no problem with it.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” I turned to find Jordan yawning, heading my way.

He had one hand tucked in his jacket pocket and the other rubbing his tight face.

“Nigga, you wake me outta my sleep in the four o’clock hour, just for you to be late ‘cause you didn’t think I was coming?” I bitched as we embraced each other in a dap.

“I was coming. Had to wrap something up first.” He sat across from me with one hip on the ledge, overlooking the water. “Man, that was off the chain. Fucking lit!” He tossed his head back and howled. I chuckled, happy he enjoyed it. I hardly took it in, but he deserved a successful celebration. I opted to have mine in private. “Did you see Nikki D in there? I was like, ‘how the hell she get in?’”

“I said the same thing. Then she had the nerve to ask why didn’t she and her girls get an invite. Dawg, you in here, uninvited, and you bitchin’?” JJ cracked the hell up at that truth. “I don’t even know how she made it all the way down here from Connecticut.”

“Nikki D came a long way from
B-Way Burger
,” I agreed. “‘Memba she used to sneak us extra food when I first signed? Those burgers was the shit! She made mine just the way I liked it: fat boy style with all the works.”