Shaft SBMC Maryland - Erin Trejo Page 0,3
the look in his eyes. Shaft must really be dealing with some shit over this girl. That’s it. I’m drunk. I’m in a good mood. Why not help the man out? I stroll over, okay so it isn’t really a stroll. It’s more tripping over my own feet than anything else. When I’m close enough, I stumble and nearly fall. Someone grabs me but it isn’t Shaft. His eyes jerk to meet mine as one of the prospects lift me up on my unsteady feet.
“You okay?” he asks. I stare at Shaft when that skank walks over, throwing her arms around his neck. She leans in, sucking the flesh of his neck into her big plump red lips. His eyes roll slightly but come back to me instantly. My plan to attack the man has slowly shifted into prospective. He isn’t mine. He isn’t even into me. He has her and by the looks of her, she is far hotter than I am. “Hey? You okay?” The prospect asks once more.
“I…uh…yeah. I’m good. Thanks…” Spinning around to look at the name on his cut, I slur, “Pike.”
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks once more. I nod my head slowly when I feel hands on my hips. Before I can think, I’m being yanked back into another person. Heat spirals through me and all I want to do is run. I shouldn’t have thought I could seduce the man into forgetting his model looking girlfriend. That was the stupidest mistake I’ve ever made. Or at least I think it is when I feel lips caress my neck. A shudder runs through my body and I find myself arching into his touch. I don’t know who it is behind me and at the moment I don’t give a shit. I’m drunk, I’m horny and the man I wanted to fuck me tonight is busy with a model.
“You want somethin’?” the voice asks in a low voice.
I pant slightly, his lips moving over my skin slowly. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the feeling when I’m when suddenly being yanked away. My eyes fly open just before super model swings. I duck and whoever is behind me takes the slap. It sounds through the room along with chuckles and laughs.
“You better get the fuck outta here!” Shaft roars. I jolt before moving toward Dez, my cheeks heated in embarrassment. “Not you, Temple!” The authority in his tone causes me stop short. I don’t turn to look at him but I can feel him moving toward me.
“Are you kidding me?” she squeals. Shaft slips his hands around my waist, pulling me back into his hard body. I gasp at the feel of him.
“Get the fuck out of here, Riley,” he warns her once more. She doesn’t move, pressing her manicured nail to her lips. She looks to be lost in thought, or just lost in general. I roll my eyes as she stares at Shaft. His hand moves over my stomach as she watches, slipping his hand into the front of my jeans. I gasp and nearly moan just feeling him near me, touching me.
“Stop, Shaft! Stop touching her!” she screeches once more.
“You’re so fuckin’ soft, Temple,” he whispers in my ear. I’m a panting mess when Riley screams.
“I’m pregnant!”
His finger stops moving, the air becoming thicker by the second. I want to pull away but I can’t. I want him to keep touching me. I need him too. His hand never leaves my jeans as Riley stands in front of the two of us, her eyes blazing with anger.
“I doubt it’s mine,” he says carelessly.
“It is yours!”
“Yeah, prove it. You’ve fucked half the men in this town, Riley! Get the fuck out of here before I do somethin’ I might regret later.” His words are hard, much like the man. His fingers slowly begin to stroke me once more and when this Riley girl starts to step toward him, I pull his hand free, spin around and press my body against his. His hands move quickly to lift me, wrapping my legs around his waist. Shaft wastes no time to head toward the rooms as I kiss and lick his neck. Riley screams and yells from behind until someone must grab her. She doesn’t follow and as soon as we step into what I assume to be Shaft’s room, he growls.
“I need you fuckin’ naked and on all fours.” I nod my head as he lowers me to my feet. In my