The Sweetest Fruit ( Tomboy 🏳️‍🌈Love Story )

27. who's my little girl

MJ

I glanced at the gold chain again, its delicate links shimmering under the fairy lights strung across the garden. I couldn't believe it-I'd wanted this chain for as long as I could remember. A smile tugged at my lips as I turned to show Sonia, only to find her gone.

"Where did she go?" I asked Celine, who was leaning lazily against the bar. Her light brown skin glowed under the soft lights, her auburn curls cascading over her shoulders. She shrugged, not even glancing my way, too engrossed in flirting with some guy.

The garden was alive with energy. Clusters of people, dressed in everything from sleek cocktail dresses to casual jeans, chatted and laughed while upbeat music pulsed in the background. Tables were laden with an assortment of food and drinks, the aromas of barbecue and freshly baked pastries mingling in the air.

I scanned the crowd, searching for Sonia among the throng of swaying dancers and cheerful drinkers. Her deep brown skin and shoulder-length braids made her easy to spot, but she was nowhere in sight.

"Hey, um, have you seen the girl I came with earlier?" I asked a server to balance a tray of empty glasses.

"The one you came with?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"She just stumbled off to the bathroom," the server replied, her expression cautious. "She looked drunk."

Drunk? Great. I hurried toward the house, weaving through the maze of partygoers.

I found Sonia sitting on the bathroom floor, her legs sprawled out awkwardly on the white tiles. She was pouting, her hand pressed to her forehead as if trying to stop the room from spinning.

"MJjjjj," she slurred, her dark eyes lighting up the moment she saw me. She tried to stand but nearly toppled over. I caught her just in time.

"You're drunk," I stated, helping her steady herself.

"Mhm," she murmured, biting her bottom lip playfully.

"Did you come here with her?" she asked, narrowing her eyes as she peeked past me toward the hallway.

"Who, Celine?" I replied, confused.

"Yeah," she said, her voice laced with disdain.

"No. She's still at the party."

"So we're alone?" She poked my arm, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I could already tell what was running through her naughty little mind. "Yes, but we have to go back."

"Why?" she whined, cupping my face with both hands.

"Because the party isn't over," I replied, trying to stay firm.

"Just admit you want to hang out with Celine," she grumbled, leaning heavily against the pristine white wall.

"Are you jealous?"

"No... kinda," she admitted, her lips forming a pout. She was so cute when she was drunk-so bad at lying.

Unable to resist, I leaned in and kissed her softly. Her lips, warm and slightly sticky from the cocktail she'd been drinking, sent a thrill through me. I laced my fingers with hers and guided her back to the garden.

"This is the second time you're turning me down, and guess what?" she said, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"What?" I asked, curious about whatever scheme she was cooking up.

"You'll pay for it," she declared, her voice dripping with confidence.

I laughed, the sound bursting out of me unexpectedly. "What's so funny?" she asked, confusion furrowing her brows.

"You think you can make me pay for something."

"Oh, you'll be on your knees by the end of the night," she teased, licking her full, brown lips.

"Are you challenging me, baby girl?" I asked, grabbing her by the neck playfully.

"What if I am?" she shot back, her voice low and sultry.

"You should know I don't lose," I replied, giving a firm squeeze to her round, curvy butt. I couldn't wait to see her out of that tight, black fitted dress hugging her figure.

Before things could escalate further, Celine's voice pierced the air. "MJ!" she called, her tone sharp. I reluctantly tore my gaze from Sonia and turned to face her.

Celine stood a few feet away, her perfectly arched brows furrowed. "I thought she was just your friend?" she said, her arms crossed over her chest.

"She's my girlfriend," I replied coolly, watching as Sonia's face lit up with a wide smile. I would never deny her again.

"Your what?" Celine repeated, her voice echoing across the garden.

"She said girlfriend," Sonia replied, tossing the word at her like a challenge.

"Shut up, you crazy bitch!" Celine snapped, her voice shrill.

"Watch how you talk to her," I growled, stepping in before Sonia could retaliate. I didn't want this night to turn into a spectacle. "Let's go, babe," I said, taking Sonia's hand.

We walked back into the crowd, and I introduced Sonia to a few of my friends. They took to her instantly-who wouldn't? Her charm was effortless, her laugh infectious.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I whispered in her ear after a while.

She looked up at me, her dark brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not yet. The fun is just beginning," she said, her hand brushing teasingly against my stomach.

I sucked in a breath as her hand trailed lower. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, grabbing her hand before she could go further.

"Okay," she said with a laugh, taking a sip of her water.

"Please," I begged, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My warm breath fanned against her skin, and she shuddered.

"I'll only leave if you let me do things to you," she whispered, her voice like honey.

I knew she'd say that. And, God help me, I was ready to oblige.

Tired of waiting I pull Sonia out of the party and into my room. My lips find her's in a haze to quench the thirst I feel for her, from the first time I kissed her I knew I was doomed. The kiss is soft and tender, my hands grabbing the nape of her neck and hers exploring every part of me.

We fall onto the bed, our lips not parting. I push her dress further up her thigh needing to feel her bare skin. I trace the hem of her underwear before pulling it down, I don't want to wait, I just need to feel her skin under my fingers.

I bunch her dress to her waist parting her legs wider. "Fuck, your so beautiful," I mumble, trailing my hand up and down her thighs.

She shivers at my touch, everytime I inch closer to where she really wants me. "MJ," she calls, desperation laced in her tone.

I don't waste any more time dragging my fingers up and down her clitoris. The wetness against her skin is like silk. Soft and flowing. My fingers find her entrance, tight and warm.

She arches forward everytime I thrust in. My name escapes her mouth like a melody she was forever cursed to sing.

I climb on top of her, my lips finding hers again. "Who's my little girl?" I ask, biting her lip.

She breathes, tearing her eyes open. "Me."