Page 44 of The Key To His Soul
Squeezing my legs closed under the table, I blushed. I couldn’t stop flashing back to the way he licked my pussy like I was his favorite piece of candy.
“Y’all gon’ keep flirting across the table, or we playin’?” a guy who had introduced himself as Deuce asked.
We were playing against him and his wife.
“We can do both, Deuce,” I said playfully, tossing an ace of spades down.
He and his wife followed up with clubs, while Mehki threw a low spade.
One of the older ladies in attendance walked over with a bottle of water and a Gatorade and set it beside me on the table. “Here you go, baby. When you spanking ass like this, you gotta stay hydrated.”
“Mind you, you my mama,” Deuce said to her, making everyone around us laugh.
“And I love you,” she assured, smiling and walking off.
We eventually finished the hand, coming out victorious once again.
“Damn, dog, I thought Mav would be the one to do it, but it was you who brought the ringer out this time, Khi,” he said, giving Mehki a pound as he stood.
Smiling, I hugged his wife.
“I like her, Mehki,” she told him. “Next time, I want her as my partner.” She laughed, while Deuce shook his head.
“Damn, Key, you already won the game and apparently, my wife now too.” He pulled her into a loving hug and kissed her neck.
“I meannn…” I blew her a kiss that she fake caught in the air.
“Mannn.” Deuce laughed, pulling her away.
“Lemme find out,” Mehki said as I stood from my seat, straightening my shorts.
“Find out what? That your people know greatness when they see it?”
Walking around the table and over to me, he stood behind me and put his lips to my ear. “Nah. Lemme find out you got a thing for females on the low.”
Turning so that I was facing him, I leaned into his chest. “I would hate for you to misinterpret my playful flirting. If I ever wanna play in something wet, I’d meet myself in the bedroom faster than Silk ever could. We up twenty-five. Let’s go win this last game, so I can be rewarded properly.”
I left him standing there and walked over to the last table at the same time as Amil.
“I see you headed to the winner’s table. You must’ve pulled out your good game.”
“Made Grandma Lettie and Pa real proud,” she confirmed with a smile, and we slapped fives.
“Well, now you gotta go against the big dawg.” I flexed my muscles.
She sucked her teeth. “Key, please.”
Laughing, I stood next to her to watch the crowd. The grill was going, the older crew had set up a table for dominoes, and a few people had got in formation in front of the DJ booth for line dances. It was a vibe that felt wholesome, much like the functions I threw for my family.
“So… what you think about the friend?” I asked, nudging Amil.
“Who? Maverick?”
“Hmm. Ion know him by Maverick. I only got the nickname,” I said slyly.
“You’re annoying. And I don’t think anything other than the man can really play spades. I was literally following his lead the whole time.”
“Hmph, and you ain’t never followed a nigga’s lead. That’s new.”
