Promise Broken, page 21
“Y’all good?” Asher asked Promise and Mouse.
“Yeah, thanks.” Promise smiled.
“Damn, look at you being all chivalrous and shit,” Mouse teased him.
“A man protects what he holds dear,” Asher said with a wink.
“I know those dudes hustle with y’all. I hope I didn’t cause any problems between you,” Promise said.
“Nah, we ain’t gonna have no problems out of them. Are we, Cal?” Asher looked at his friend.
“Not at all,” Cal agreed. He knew what time it was. The kids were dead but just hadn’t laid down yet.
“Cal, you know you’re kind of sexy when you’re being all sinister and shit. Maybe we need to tag along the next time Promise and Asher kick it,” Mouse suggested.
“I fuck with you Mouse, but ain’t nothing popping. Your pussy comes with a headache that I don’t want or need.” Cal looked back at Ab, who was now watching them.
“Fuck Ab! He ain’t got no papers on me!” Mouse said indignantly.
“Still, you smashed the homie and I don’t believe in sharing within my circle,” Cal said respectfully.
“Hey, Cal.” A young woman with a big butt walked past and touched his arm seductively.
“Y’all excuse me for a second.” Cal took off after the girl.
“Thirsty nigga,” Mouse mumbled under her breath.
“Take a walk with me, Promise. I wanna talk to you for a second,” Asher told her.
“Why can’t we talk here?” Promise asked naively.
“Just come on.” Asher pulled her to her feet.
“Aww shit.” Mouse gave them a knowing look. “You kids be careful, and Promise let me know if the stories I heard about him being part horse are true!” she called after them as they exited the hotel suite.
* * *
Cal was over near the window chatting with the big booty girl. He was in the process of whispering the sweet nothings in her ear that he hoped would convince her to come out of her panties at some point that night. He had his hand under her skirt and was teasing her panty line, trying to get his fingers to the promised land. That’s when he heard a commotion at the door to the suite.
They’d assigned one of the homies to watch the door to ensure that no stragglers or party crashers wandered into the suite. The kid whose name escaped Cal seemed to be having a disagreement with someone on the other side of the door. Things seemed to be getting heated, so Cal decided to see what was going on.
“Pardon me right quick.” Cal excused himself, much to the girl’s disappointment. As Cal neared the door he could hear the kid explaining to whoever was on the other side that he was instructed not to let anyone in who hadn’t been spoken for by one of the OG’s or Clay. When the person on the other side responded and Cal recognized the voice, his stomach began to churn.
“Blood, you know how we play. Now move before I turn this bitch out!” the female voice said. A few seconds later the kid at the door was shoved to the side and in stormed Starla and Ruby.
“Oh shit,” Cal blurted out. This wasn’t going to end well, at least not for Asher and Promise.
CHAPTER 27
Asher walked Promise down the carpeted hotel hallway. He could tell by the way she stumbled a bit every few feet that she was drunk. “You good?” He held her under her arm to support her.
“Yeah, I’m just a little tipsy. I blame you for forcing that Hennessy shit on me.” Promise giggled drunkenly.
“That’s all I drink. You’ll get used to it after a while,” Asher told her.
“Where are you taking me?” Promise asked. At first, she thought that they were going to go outside, but they were walking in the opposite direction of the elevator, toward the third hotel room at the end of the hall that had been rented for the party.
“Just somewhere where we can talk without having to scream to hear each other. It was way too loud in there,” Asher told her.
To Promise, it sounded like game, but she was willing to play.
There was a dude standing outside the door to the hotel suite. A guard of sorts, she thought. He nodded in greeting to Asher before removing the key card and unlocking the door. Asher ushered Promise inside. He gave the dude at the door a nod, letting him know to take off before closing the door. The room was nice. Not as nice as the suite, but nice. There was a king-size bed, a desk, and a chair. Promise went to sit in the chair, but Asher redirected her to the bed.
“Is that what this is?” Promise gave him a knowing smirk.
“What?” Asher faked ignorance.
“You get me to an empty hotel room and try to gas me up to fuck?” Promise was blunt about it. “Let’s not play games about your intentions.”
Asher smiled at her directness. “Honey, if I gotta gas a chick for the pussy then I don’t want it. Any woman I lay with will give herself to me willingly or not at all.”
“Pimp hard, young nigga . . . pimp hard!” Promise joked. Asher didn’t laugh. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, I don’t guess. It’s just that I’m not used to white folks calling me nigga,” Asher said as if he had been offended by her use of the word.
Promise sighed. “I thought we weren’t through this already. I’m not white!” Promise insisted.
“Got ya!” Asher laughed.
“That’s not funny!” Promise punched him in the arm.
“What? You can dish it up, but you can’t take it? I gotta toughen you up, Promise.” Asher tried to hug her to him, but she pulled away. “Damn, did I go too far?”
“It isn’t you, it’s me,” Promise told him.
“That statement is usually followed by whoever is on the receiving end of it getting dumped.”
“Your position is safe, at least for now.” Promise touched his cheek reassuringly. “When I was growing up people always used my ethnicity as a weapon against me. Even my own relatives treated me like shit because I’m half white. The white side of me doesn’t want me and the Black side ridicules me. It’s like I don’t fit into anyone’s box.”
“Then stop trying to fit in,” Asher said as if it was that simple. “Promise, I haven’t known you a very long time, but in the short while that I have I was able to see that you are special. If I can pick up on how great you are in this short time and the ones who you’ve been seeking approval from all your life still can’t then fuck ‘em. They might be blind to who you really are, but there are people in the world who see you . . . I see you.”
Asher’s words were soothing to Promise. He wasn’t telling her anything much different than what Mouse had been trying to drill into her head all along, but coming from him it was different. Promise looked up at him, tears dancing in her eyes, and kissed him. It was deep and passionate. She didn’t stop Asher when he pulled her out of her jacket. Nor did she stop him when he pushed her shirt up and undid her bra.
Asher felt his breath catch when he beheld Promise’s ample, creamy white breasts. They were even more beautiful than he had imagined they would be. Her erect nipples were large and pink. Asher dipped his head and suckled at her breasts like a starved baby, drawing a low moan from her.
Promise gasped as Asher sucked one breast then the other, before pushing them both together and sucking both nipples at the same time. When he’d sucked his fill from her breasts, he pushed her back onto the bed and began planting a line of soft kisses down her stomach. She cringed when he touched the fat rolls on her side. She was self-conscious about her weight and tried to push him away, but Asher wouldn’t have it. He ran his tongue over the love handles, embracing her stretch marks and kissing them. She could feel Asher working the tight leather pants down over her hips. She wanted to tell him to stop . . . that it was too soon, but she couldn’t find her voice. His hands slid over her naked thighs, gently pushing them apart. She held her breath as she prepared for what was to come.
Asher was finally about to get it, the thing that he had been craving for months. Usually, it put him off when a chick made him wait on the goodies. Even Ruby had stalled him out for two weeks before letting him smash. Promise, however, was a meal that he didn’t mind letting simmer. He had slept with women of all different walks of life, but he had never been with a white girl. He’d heard stories from some of the guys who had been with white women and let them tell it, the experience was like none other. They spoke about their conquest of women of noncolor as if it were some kind of badge of honor to have bedded one. It was ignorance of the highest degree, but Asher didn’t keep company with the most well-read men and their lack of education showed more often than it didn’t. Though Promise insisted she wasn’t white, that was the fantasy Asher kept in his head. The thing that made him touch himself at night when he thought of the things he wanted to do to her. He had waited for what felt like forever, and now that his moment of truth was at hand he planned on pulling out all the stops for his Snow Queen.
Promise jumped like someone had stuck her with a hot poker, which was exactly what Asher’s tongue felt like when it entered her. He let it slide into her vagina just enough to get the taste of her, before pulling it back out and smacking his lips like he was savoring the flavor. He went back in, this time plunging deeper and flicking his tongue around like he was taking the measure of her insides. Every time his tongue shifted, she was rocked by waves of pleasure. Her body tensed as she came in his mouth. He didn’t seem to mind, and in fact, it seemed to excite him and made him go deeper. Promise had never had a guy go down on her before, so didn’t really have anything to measure his technique against, but even still she was ready to crown him the pussy-eating champion of the world.
Now that Asher had her juices flowing it was time for the main event. He stood over Promise, eyeing her like a hungry dog as he began undoing his pants. He was about to pull his dick out, when she sat up and placed a hand on his stomach, giving him pause. “What’s up? You ain’t trying to do this?” he asked. He hoped that she wasn’t thinking about giving him blue balls because in his mind they had already reached the point of no return.
“I want to. I really do. I just want to make sure it’s right, ya know?” Promise told him.
“Baby, it don’t get no righter than this!” He grabbed his crotch through his jeans. He was as hard as steel and ready to get to the business. He climbed back onto the bed and started kissing her but she stopped him again.
“I’m serious, Asher.”
“So am I. You were cool when I was going to town on your pussy and you wanna stop things when it’s time for me to get mine?” He was ticked off. “You know what? Fuck it.” He got off the bed and started gathering his things.
“Wait,” Promise called after him, as he knew she would. She slid off the bed and came to him. She pulled him close, pressing her body against his and running her finger through his dreads. “I want to. I really do, but I don’t want to give myself to you and end up just another notch on your belt.”
“Promise.” He cupped her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes. “Ain’t you been listening to nothing I’ve said? I got a deep yearning for you, girl, and I ain’t just talking about the one in my pants. I’m digging you in a major way and I wanna see where this goes.” He kissed her. “Stop fighting this feeling between us and let me love you the way you should be loved.”
That was all Promise needed to hear. The next thing she knew, Asher had her pressed against the wall easing her legs open with his knee. She reached down into his pants and when her hands met his dick she gasped. It was far thicker than she expected. Mouse would be pleased to hear that the stories were true.
In a surprising show of strength, Asher lifted her off the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist and walked her over to the writing desk, where he perched her. He rubbed the head of his dick over her clit until he could feel her pussy literally dripping. She was ready. She took a deep breath as he began to push himself inside of her. Even as wet as she was, Promise was super tight. Was she a virgin? he asked himself. Asher felt like he had just hit the pussy lotto. Just as he was finally making headway, someone started banging on the door to the hotel room.
“Who is that?” Promise asked nervously.
“Nobody. Probably just somebody looking for an extra bathroom. Ignore them and they’ll probably go away.” Asher continued pushing inside of her.
“Yo, Ash!” Cal called through the door.
“I’m busy!” Asher shouted back.
“I need you out here. It’s important,” Cal told him.
“Man, if ain’t nobody dead or dying it ain’t that important. Beat it!” Asher tried to get rid of him.
“Bro, if I were you I’d put whatever I was doing on pause and get out here.”
Asher picked up on the sense of urgency in his voice. Reluctantly, he pulled out of Promise and yanked his pants up. “Sorry, baby. Give me a second to see what the hell is going on.”
“Maybe I should come with you?” Promise was curious.
“No, you stay right here. I’ll be back in less than five minutes to finish staking my claim.” He promised and sealed it with a kiss. Asher fixed his clothes and snatched the door open. Cal was standing on the other side wearing a worried expression on his face. “Nigga, if this ain’t a matter of life and death you owe me a fade.”
“Oh, trust me, it is a matter of life or death—yours.”
CHAPTER 28
Ruby and Starla made the rounds through the hotel suite checking out the action. By then it was busy with people. Some faces she knew and some she didn’t. One person who was noticeably absent was her boyfriend, Asher. She knew his sneaky ass was there, so where the fuck was he? She also didn’t miss out on the fact that Cal had disappeared right after she arrived. Something was up, and she planned to find out what.
She made her way over to the couch where B-Stone was sitting. There was some random girl sitting on his lap, trying to get chosen for the night. When he saw Ruby coming in his direction he damn near shoved the girl off his lap. “What’s up, baby girl. You ladies are looking good tonight.” He was talking to both of them, but his lustful eyes were on Ruby in her skintight jeans. He had always wanted to smash and had come close until Asher came into the picture.
“Why thank you, sir.” Ruby smiled at him.
“I’m a little surprised to see you here,” B-Stone admitted.
“I’ll bet since y’all niggas were all secret squirrel about this little party,” Ruby accused.
B-Stone shrugged. “It was only supposed to be a party, more like a get-together but sometimes shit takes on a life of its own. Besides, it ain’t on me to invite you out. Take that up with your little boyfriend.”
“I would if I could find him. You seen him tonight?”
B-Stone scratched his head as if he had to think about it. “I saw him earlier, but I don’t know where he is now. Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll keep you company while you’re waiting for him to pop back up.” He patted the arm of the chair.
“I’m good standing.” Ruby dodged the advance.
“How are y’all fixed for party favors? I got some real groovy shit on deck.” B-Stone dug into his pocket and pulled out a ziplock bag with some Mollie in it. He knew that Ruby and Starla liked to party.
“Maybe later,” Ruby declined.
“Speak for yourself,” Starla took the ziplock bag and helped herself. She dropped two into her water bottle and put two more in her pocket for later.
Ruby continued scanning the room for Asher. She didn’t see him, but she did spot Mouse. She was on the other side of the room talking to Ab. “How y’all invite the bum bitches, but I gotta crash the party?”
“I didn’t invite her either. That’s on Ab,” B-Stone told her.
“Where’s her shadow? The chubby white bitch that she’s always running with?” Starla asked. Her mind went back to earlier that day when she had seen Asher talking to the two girls. She and Asher had looked a little too familiar for her liking.
“Good question. I know she was here earlier. Guess she disappeared too,” B-Stone said suggestively.
Starla and Ruby exchanged glances.
Ruby wouldn’t have to wait long to figure out where Asher was. He came walking into the suite with Cal. When he saw her, his face soured. This was an unexpected and unpleasant surprise. “What are you doing here?” was his opening line.
“Well, damn. Hello to you too, nigga.” Ruby rolled her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it sounded. I just didn’t expect to see you tonight.” Asher cleaned it up.
“I’ll bet you didn’t. What? I can’t get no love?” Ruby spread her arms. Asher leaned in to hug her and when she tried to kiss him on the lips, he turned his head so that the kiss landed on his cheek instead. Was that pussy she smelled on his face?
“So, what are y’all doing here? I know this kind of thing ain’t really y’all scene.” Asher motioned to the high school kids milling around the hotel suite. They were classmates of Clay’s.
“Looking for a good time, same as you. Where are you just coming from?” Ruby asked.
“I was outside smoking,” Asher lied.
“Why’d you go outside to smoke, and everybody is in here blowing their heads off?” Starla pointed out.
“Girl, why don’t you stay out of grown folk’s business?” Asher deflected. “C’mon, baby. Let’s hit the bar and get you something to drink,” he pulled Ruby away from her troublemaking friend.
* * *
After about fifteen minutes of sitting in the hotel room waiting for Asher, naked, she reasoned that he had gotten held up by whatever Cal was ushering him off to. She put her bra and shirt back on, then squeezed into the leather pants again. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror to make sure Asher didn’t mess them up too badly then went to rejoin the party.
