Another unedited sneak peek! Where You Should Be is coming 4/7, but is available for preorder at the following link. bit.ly/3FKs6Kx
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As I rested on the pillow, I heard the locks being disengaged. So to fuck with Jungle, I pretended to be asleep. He could say what he wanted, but I knew he was in his feelings about being stood up. He liked that skank, but he was too much of a fucking man to see she didn’t like him as much as he liked her. When I met her, I could see that shit immediately. Pussy always clouded their fucking vision.
Maybe I could see it because I wanted him so badly. I was willing to accept him being my friend just so I could be around him all the time. When I heard them talking, I closed my eyes and parted my lips. I’d pretended to be asleep more times than I could count in the past, so I was a damn professional at it.
“Jungle, Chelsea fell asleep on the couch,” I heard Vegas say.
After hearing Jungles heavy footsteps, it was quiet for a moment. “Her ass ain’t sleep.”
I wanted to laugh so bad, but I kept my composure until his ass started tickling me. “Jungle!” I screamed.
He laughed then picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “I’m going outside. I ain’t up for y’all bullshit,” Vegas said, clearly irritated.
When Vegas left, Jungle headed for the stairs. “I guess you staying here tonight. Manman probably knocked out.”
“Yeah. That cool?”
He lowered me to my feet in front of Fawn’s old room. “You know it’s cool. When have I ever told you that you couldn’t stay?”
“When yo’ friend here.”
“Damn, C-Mar. You didn’t think I would let you stay while I’m fucking somebody, would you?”
“You should be fucking me,” I said under my breath.
I didn’t think he heard me, but by his silent glare into my soul, I could clearly tell he did. “Man, don’t start that shit.”
“So it’s just shit?”
“Chelsea, come on na. I told you what it is. Why you won’t accept that shit?”
“Because it’s bullshit! You care about me as much as I care about you. You want to be with me as much as I want to be with you.”
I slid my hands up his chest, and he grabbed my wrists, holding them tightly. It bothered him that I wasn’t intimidated by anything he did. His lifestyle didn’t make me uncomfortable. I glanced down and could see his dick print. Instead of ignoring it, I lifted my leg and rubbed against it with my knee. “So this normally happens around people you consider friends?”
He swiftly grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against the door. The frown on his face was begging me to stop, because his resolve was weak. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to experience everything he had to offer.
