He'll Thug For Me

Why Me?

I woke up to a strong arm wrapped around my waist and leaned against my body. I could tell Jace was still asleep. He was slightly still snoring.

Last night was crazy. The makeup and make out and then showing my scars. All of it. Jace a rider. If anything those scars made us closer.

I feel movement against me and smile.

I turn over and face him. His abs are out and looking good as hell. Last night we didn't have sex but we had more. Way more. It was deeper than sex. We had an intimate moment so deep that sex could never replace and few would understand.

Jace eyes flutter open and a smile spreads across his lips. "Mornin baby."

I respond, "hi."

"My loud snoring didn't wake you up did it?" He asked.

I shrugged, "A lil." Nah I'm just an early bird. I ain't know he was snoring until I woke up.

Jace laughed, "Damn. So uh when you plannin on heading to your friend's?"

He sits up and I can't help but admire his abs. Damn Jace was ripped. That nigga was sexy as hell. How in the actual hell did I end up with someone like him?

I sit up with him and raise from the bed until his grabs ahold of my waist pulling me on top of him. We stare at one another for a few seconds until he pulls me into a kiss. I don't care about the mixture and smell of morning breath. As long as I am with and near him, I'll be fine.

The kiss intenses, not like last night but enough to make desire build up in me. Jace parts his lips I feel his tongue rub gently against my slightly parted ones. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. Our tongues dance with one another, as his quickly takes dominance over mine.

A pleased moan escapes my mouth. As if that were some hint, Jace's hands trailed to the lower part of my back and began sliding my shirt up.

He moves away from the kiss, "Damn I want you. Right here. Right now."

I giggle as I lay my head on his shoulder. "Me, too."

But even though we want the hell out of each other, we both agreed last night to take shit slow. Not just with sex, but with this relationship. Sure I consider myself his girl, and if he ever gets another bitch, their asses are mine but I ain't his girlfriend. I don't reserve that title just yet.

I want to know more about him before I make that step. And I'm sure he does, too.

For a while we just stay in that position. Jace cradling my body and my face buried into his arms. It felt so right. So perfect. I never felt so right in my life as I am right now. Jace is making this happen and I don't want this to ever go away.

But then reality sinks in.

Jace's phone rings. He groans but reluctantly moves his hands from my hips and stretch it to his nightstand. He grabs his ringing phone and answers. Though the phone ain't on speaker, I can hear a male voice.

Probably Rah Rah's bitch ass.

I watch as Jace's expression changes from gentle to rough. He sits up, basically scooting me off.

"Yo what?" He questions.

I lean to the side, allowing my body to land beside him.

"Right now?" Jace's expression stays serious. "Yeah I'm wit it. Hell yeah I am. Let's pop that motherfcka ta-day."

After a few more seconds, Jace gets off the phone and hops out of bed as if nothing happened. I sit there clueless as to what to do. What do I do? I can't even determine if he's frustrated or happy.