“And say what?”
“Whatever you want. Just say my name with it.”
Myome stared at me for a beat then another then hopped up.
Once in the booth, she adjusted the headset and stared at me through the glass.
“I’m already recording. Talk to me.” I smiled while she shifted on her feet.
“Just tell me what you want me to say.”
“That you love me and you’re never going to leave a nigga,” I deadpanned.
“Drix, I love you and I’m never, ever going to leave.” She smiled.
“There we go. I like that.” I adjusted her volume a little bit. “When you hear that shit as an intro on my album, don’t even trip.”
Myome laughed. “Okay, Berlin.”
My eyebrows knitted together because I was almost sure that was it.
I took my headset off and joined her in the booth. She looked back at me.
“Nah. Stay right where you are.” I walked around her and slid to my knees.
“Berlin—”
I cut her off. “I’m Drix in the booth, baby.”
She bit her bottom lip as she looked down at me and I pulled her underwear from beneath her oversized shirt.
I grabbed the backs of her thighs and yanked her a little closer. Her hands went to the side of the stool and I leaned forward and licked from her hole to her clit before I flicked my tongue over it. Myome took a shaky breath and I pressed my facefurther between her thighs to tongue kiss her pussy the way it deserved.
It wasn’t long before she was moaning my name and grinding against my mouth. When she came and her legs shook on my shoulders. I kissed her clit softly and climbed to my feet.
I gripped Myome by her legs and hoisted her little ass up and she wrapped her legs around me. I kissed her nastily while I carried her to the door and fumbled to yank it open.
We left everything where it was and just wandered out of the studio to our bedroom. I laid Myome on the bed kissed her more before slowly pulling away.
I brushed my teeth, headed back downstairs to save what I’d recorded, and went back up. When I walked into the room, Myome’s ass was already out cold.
I collapsed into bed beside her and checked my phone. I saw people had been blowing my phone up, tagging me in posts, videos, and pictures. I saw one I liked of me and my friends and family all together. I had a blunt in my mouth and was holding up my arm showing off the new watch my wife had gotten me, the other arm across Myome’s chest while she was yelling something into a microphone. I saved it and posted it to my Skroll account with birthday cake and wedding ring emojis, then tossed my phone onto the bedside table and rolled over.
CHAPTER 25
MYOME
Iexhaled and shifted on my feet and Drix gave me a sympathetic smile because he could see the wheels turning in my head.
“You gon’ kill shit,” he assured me.
“You think so?”
“I know so.” His hands went to my ass then trailed down a little further and his thumb coasted beneath my left ass cheek.
He traced the tattoo I’d gotten of his name in a little cursive script and the thought made me wash the sadness off my face and force a smile instead.
I loved my music and performing. Touring was a part of the job these days, especially as a new artist. I also knew Drix would be right here when I came back. I was more nervous about the group surviving tour than I was about being away from Drix and his family. Although he’d accidentally become a safety net of sorts, he’d just be a phone call away.