Page 77 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

I sit up, too, and reach to grab a plait before I remember I cut my hair last week, and drop my hand to my lap.

“That shit I had to handle in Colombia is now in Mexico, so they coming, with Brina’s peoples. They’ll be here later.” I don’t tell her Set’s coming, because I wanna see how she handles it in real time. Sober Wyn could still like that nigga, and then I’d have to break my promise and murk his ass.

“Are you gonna tell them about Mars?” she asks, twisting her fingers in the blankets.

“Should I?”

“Duh, nigga! You should have said something years ago! But no… if Ty’s not coming, then they shouldn’t know. You gotta tell him first.”

“Fasho,” I nod. “But what about you?”

Snow meets my gaze again, bending her brows. “What about me?”

“They gon’ ask why you here.” I mash my lips together, keeping my eyes locked on her. “I wanna tell them about us.”

Snow folds her arms, pushing her breasts out more as a smirk plays on her lips. “Us?”

Here she go.

“Yes, Snow,” I sit up straighter, placing a pillow over my dick. “Us.”

“What about us is there to tell, Richard?”

I blink at her, but she keeps the straightest face she can muster.

“Well I’m sure you don’t want me to compare notes with Set on how deep I can dig you out, so I’ll just settle on telling the homies that you’re my woman.”

“Your woman?” she shrieks, fisting her hands on either side of her ribs.

“Is ‘my bitch’ better?”

“Rico,” she chuckles mirthlessly, “I am not your woman, your girl, or your bitch. And I’m sure I can compare notes on your ho ass with Porscha, since Tiny’s dead.”

My lips spread as I lick my bottom lip. “You sure about that?”

Before she can answer, I’m on her ass. One hand has both of her wrists pinned to the foot of my bed. Her long legs wrap around me automatically as my other hand lines up my dick at her entrance.

“If you not my bitch, then why my pussy get so wet for me, huh?” I rub the underside of my dick up and down her slit, letting my piercing catch on her clitoral hood twice.

“I ain’t even did shit, and you gushing, bae. You was dreaming about me, huh?”

Snow hooks her ankles on my back and lifts, slotting just my head inside her walls, but I hold still, my core muscles keeping me in the air.

“I fuckin’ hate you,” she whimpers. Her core isn’t strong enough to pull herself up further, but my shit curves up, so I’m right on her g-spot.

Thrusting just a little before I slip out of her, I lean down and give her a peck before releasing her wrists. “Goodnight.”

Laughter bursts from me when she tackles me onto the other side of the bed. Her teeth grind as she climbs on top of me. With one hand on my abs, she lifts herself up, but at the last moment, my hands shoot up and grip her hips, keeping her in the air.

“I don’t fuck women I’m not attached to, Snow.”

She scoffs, leveling me with a murderous glare. “Since when?!”

“Since now,” I volley. “So if you not tryna claim me then I’m keeping my dick to myself.”

Snow balls her face, before sighing. She leans over, and I let her collapse onto my chest.

“You don’t even like me foreal,” she says, her lips tickling the fine hairs on my pec.