His hands were now on my waist when he started walking backwards into the game room. I was feeding off of his addicting kisses. I kept our lips connected like my life depended on it. I was following him like he wanted. He'd pull back a little just to feel me pushing my lips against his, never wanting to break the kiss. He smiled against my lips. He kept walking until he fell back on the couch with a grunt. I fell with him. He managed to get on top of me without breaking the kiss. He laid in between my legs and moved his hands to work my belt off all while keeping our lips united. I kissed and sucked on his lips passionately. A knock at the door caused the both of us to jump. He sighed and put his forehead to mine, chuckling lowly.
"Come on man, open the door." A guy said. He moved to get up.
"Where are you going?" I asked, not knowing if it was a police officer or not. I hoped so but at the same time I didn't want to leave.
"Tell me you love me." He said.
"..."
"Alright, then I'm opening the door." He got up and walked around the corner.
"I love you!" I yelled. He returned with one of his friends I guess.
"Good to know, because I knew you did, and I love you too." He smiled.
"And who are you?" The guy asked.
"I'm his... I'm.. who are you?" I asked.
"Hunty, I'm his girlfriend." He snapped. I looked at Jake and raised my eyebrow. He laughed.
"But we can have a foursome with one of your friends and I'll accept your friendship." The guy said, walking over to the couch. He sat beside me and threw his arm over my shoulder.
"But wassup though?" He asked.
"Alright. That's enough. He's not gay, get away from her." Jacob said, walking over to the game chair and facing us.
The guy kept glancing at me.
"So, you trying to play this game or not?" Jake asked.
"I know you from somewhere." The guy said.
"Maybe the news." I mumbled.
"Oh, that's you!" He asked. I stayed quiet.
"I go by Chresanto, nice to meet you." He leaned forward and placed a blunt on his lips, using one hand to guard the blunt and the other to light it.
"What I say about smoking in my house?" Jake asked.
"Oh, my bad. This ain't the other house."
"I don't want you smoking in my house. None of them." He said firmly. Chresanto laughed. "Okay."
"What game?" I asked.
"We trying to figure out what we might do to you. I'm telling you Jake, she's bad as shit." He said.
I cupped my face in my hands knowing that this dude was going to annoy me.
"You're one of those ones that say you don't want it but you do." He added. "Aren't you."
"She is. We were actually working on that before you got here." Jake replied. I felt his eyes on me.
"How could I let a nineteen year old kidnap me? You're a child!" I mumbled.
"Actually I'm not." He smiled.
"My apologies. You're a child but you're old enough to catch a rape charge."
"You're so bipolar." He said. I sighed. It got quiet. "Roc, stop staring at my girl like that." Jake told him.
"She's cute."
"Well she's mine. Don't try no slick shit. Put that damn blunt out."
He put it out. Why did he call him Roc? That didn't sound anywhere near Chresanto, so where would a nickname like that come from? 😐
"What kind of nickname is Roc? Where did it come from?" I asked.
"Long story, see-"
"Chresanto went to jail and he dropped the soap, and ever since then his personality has been stiff. Like a rock. He thinks people are out to get him." Jacob admitted.
"Now why the fuck are you lying on a Sunday." Roc asked.
"It's the truth. You got dicked in the ass."
"No I didn't. I've never been to jail."
"Okay now that was a lie, but you need to tell the truth on the second half."
Roc straight faced him.
"You've been to jail? So I guess I'm the only one with a clean slate here." I complained. "What for? Murder?" I asked with no surprise .
"Nope. Kidnapping charges."
"Oh great. This shit runs in the family doesn't it." I looked at them.
"Actually. We're not a family... we're like a squad.. you can put it that way."
