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Jameson

Rampage

              Lying on this hammock with Lala is the only place I wanna be. I can’t even think of a better fucking way to spend my evening, except for fucking her, which I don’t see happening tonight. I wanna be right fuckin’ here with her. She makes shit feel so goddamn easy and natural. No pressure for shit, just happy to chill and enjoy each other’s company.

I’m not sure what I’m doing with her, though. All I know is I’m losing my fucking edge. Lala does that shit to me. Being around her feels like there is no other shit worth worrying about, making me forget I’m a fucking asshole. The woman makes me soft. I fucking hate it, but in all reality, I like it. I feel so goddamn lost in her that I can’t see three feet in front of my face.

Tank reminded me of that fucking rally, knowing damn well I had no intentions of going to the damn thing. A charity rally isn’t my shit. A lot of old ladies, kids, and families, concentrated in one area, is just too fucking much for me. Shit can still get crazy and it will at night, but for the most part, it’s the tamest of the other rallies we hit up.

Lil is sticking her nose into shit that ain’t her business, but I have to admit, the thought of having Lala on the back of my bike, in my room, and in my world for the entire weekend has me fucking excited about it. I asked her if she wanted to go and that sweet ass smile said what I needed to know. She was down.

              “It’s getting late and I should probably get going,” Lala says. I was hoping I could lull her to sleep in the hammock, just  so I’d get to keep her here with me tonight.

Sitting up, she looks over her shoulder at me, “So, about tomorrow… are you sure you want me to come with you?” 

“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” She gives me that pretty ass smile and nods.

“What do I pack?”

“Light. Shit that can fit on a bike, but enough for a few days.”

She starts tapping a finger to her lips, staring at me, but right through me at the same time, completely lost in thought.

“What should I wear?” she muses softly. If she’s asking me, I have no fucking clue. That’d be Lil’s area.

“Clothes,” I tell her.

Wrinkling up her nose, she just rolls her eyes.

“Ya think? I was thinking everyone had to show up at these things naked,” she quips with that smart-ass mouth of hers, but that’s a real nice idea. Not sure I’d like all the attention it’d get her, but can’t say I hate the picture my mind conjures up of it, either.

Scooting up and off the hammock, she goes to get up and leave. I hate the instant loss that settles in my fucking gut like a sickness. I’m not ready to let her go yet.

“Thank you for letting me hang out tonight,” she takes a step away from me and I notice she wobbles just a little bit. I’m pretty sure it’s a case of vertigo from swinging on the hammock and not the drinks, but I just found a way of keeping her here, and I’m gonna use it.

“You’re not drivin’ anywhere, Lala.”

Looking back she asks, “Oh? And why is that?”

“You’ve been drinkin’.”

She opens her mouth and I know she’s about to argue and suggest someone give her a ride, but I’m not doing it, and I’m sure as fuck not letting someone else take her.

“Not givin’ you a ride, and don’t bother askin’ anyone else, cause it ain’t happenin’.”

“Fine. Is it cool if I just crash on a couch?”

“Not sleepin’ on a fuckin’ couch. You’re gonna stay with me tonight,” I want her back in my bed. Whether she’s naked and riding my dick or not, I want her in my bed.

“Yes sir.”

“Very fucking funny.”

“I know, right?” She throws over her shoulder and laughs at herself. Turning on her heels, she marches away and I get up to follow that fine ass, heading straight to my room. She doesn’t say anything – she knows where to go.

Walking down the hall behind Lala, Red comes out of nowhere and attaches herself to me. Fuck. This bitch has the worst fuckin’ timing.

“I’ve been looking for you all night, baby. What do ya say we go to your room… “ she asks, glancing at my door and back at me. At that moment, Lala stops and looks back over her shoulder at me. I hold my breath and wait for the dirty look, the bitching, all that crazy shit women do, but I get nothing from her. Honest to God, she just looks at me like she’s waiting for me to tell her to go in or find somewhere else to hang, but she doesn’t look even remotely pissed. The thought of her thinking I would do something like that boils my blood. I need to get Red out of here before she does something to scare Lala away from me. “Go in the room, Lala. Shirts are in the second drawer, then get in bed.”

Nodding once, she smiles and continues to the door and in she goes without a second look. What the fuck? Never had that shit happen to me before.

I don’t know if she just doesn’t give a shit, or if she sees it as I don’t belong to her, and she doesn’t belong to me, so why mess with something that’s not defined between us. I’m used to bitches giving attitude and watch them fight each other for whatever man they want, even just for a night, but Lala seems like she could give a fuck either way.

“You want her to watch you fuck me? You know I don’t share, but I don’t mind an audience, if that’s what you want,” Red giggles, running her hand down my stomach into the waist of my jeans, going right for my dick.

“Off, Red.” She just giggles and keeps at it. “Bitch, I ain’t fuckin’ with you so go find someone else’s dick to ride.”

She pouts her lips she bats her lashes, knowing that shit doesn’t fucking work for me. Besides, who the fuck in their right mind would pick Red over Lala. I’m not even fucking Lala, but I would pick lying next to her than fucking Red any day. I move Red to the side, making my way to my bedroom door where my beautiful girl is.

              As I walk into my room, there she sits in the bed, just like I told her to. Sitting up against the wall, she’s wearing my white Zeppelin t-shirt. It’s old, stained, and faded, but that shit looks good on her. Her hair is this big messy pile on her head, face happy and smiling up at me.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I go about taking off my boots, wondering why she isn’t giving me shit over Red yet. I mean, how the fuck do I get lucky enough to have a woman in my bed, not arguing over what happened in the hallway? Old lady or not, women love to bitch and pick fights. They’ll bitch and fight about any goddamn thing.

I take my cut off, setting it on the bed, “You good, babe?”

Tearing her eyes from the TV, she states, “Yeah. I’m good,” then moves her eyes right back to the TV.

“Imma take a shower.” She nods and starts flipping through the channels again. I am not fucking used to this shit.

I shower quickly and throw on some sweats and a shirt. Going back into the room, Lala’s got the lights turned off, wrapped up in my blankets. She looks like she belongs there. I stand there ‘til she finally looks up at me.

“Problem?” Fuck yeah there’s a problem. Part of me knows I shouldn’t sleep in that bed with her. That shit will not be good for either of us.

A bigger, more dominant part of me wants nothing more than to get in there with her and seduce the shit out of her, making her putty in my hands. I want to fuck her stupid. Call me a pig, but having my dick inside of her is all I can think about.

Fuck it. Let’s see where the night takes us, but before I can make it to the bed, there’s a knock on the door.

“What?” I holler. I swear to God, if it’s one of my brothers, I’ll beat him to death.

“Lailah in there?” Lil calls through the door. God fucking hates me.

“Lala!” I correct her. She’s not Lailah here. She’s Lala. My Lala.

“Fine. Lala in there? That better, asshole?” Lil counters back through the door.

“What’s up, Lil?” Lala answers.

Before I go to open the door instead of having a shouting match through it, Lil throws it open, Peaches at her side. Both girls are holding giant ass spoons with shit-eatin’ grins on their faces. Fucking trouble, that’s what they are.

“Got some ice cream… you want?”

Lala throws the blankets back and jumps out of the bed like it’s on fire, and she’s only wearing underwear under her t-shirt. Those long legs are going to kill me. Goddamn Lil for interrupting me. Right now I could be coaxing those long legs around my head.

“Hell yes,” she says to Lil.

“You forgettin’ somethin’, Lala?” I hope she isn’t thinking she’s going to walk out my door looking like that. Looking over her shoulder at me, she lifts an eyebrow. Lil catches on and gives me a glare.

“Shut up Rampage. She’s not yours, so don’t start that shit!” Fucking Lil. Off Lala goes, in my t-shirt and not a damn thing else.

              Lying in bed, I toss and turn, kicking blankets off the bed, getting anxious. Lala hasn’t come back yet. I went to the kitchen after she left, only to be kicked the fuck out. Apparently they needed to have girl talk. Fucking women.

So here I am, waiting impatiently. I’m thinking about all of my brothers out there, eye fucking the shit out of her, thinking about them seeing her in just a t-shirt pisses me the fuck off and I hate it. All I wanna do is drag that girl back in here and back into my bed, away from everyone’s eyes but mine.

I’m about to go out there and get her when the door opens quietly. In she walks and right to the bed. Climbing in, she gets close to me, but doesn’t touch me. Fuck that shit.

I have no fight left in me. Wrapping a hand around her arm, I tug her to me, and she comes willingly. I’m done playing this shit like I don’t want to put my hands all over her. Don’t give a fuck if she knows it or not.

Pulling her to my side, she curls her arms into herself and cuddles up against my side. Wrapping a leg around mine, she scoots as close as she can get while I slide my arm under her to lay her closer against me. This is so much better. For tonight, all this sweetness belongs to me. I wait, because for some sad fucking reason, this shit is too good to fuck with. It’s too good to stop for sex. I just want to be close to her, no matter what I have to do to be there.