A Li'l Dab of Drama Page 17

  Their eyes remained locked and she closed her eyes. Drew's lips were soft as she felt them on her own. He parted her lips with her tongue and their tongues became intertwined. He gently and sucked her bottom lip at the same time and she became lost in his kiss. Drew grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. She felt the swell of his hard dick and it caused the heat between her legs to surge.

  "Drew…"

  "Shhhhhh!"

  Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! It was as if she had no control of her own body. She was a woman possessed and couldn't stop.

  Drew lifted her off the floor and placed on the counter top. Her legs opened and encircled him and he slipped his fingers under her shirt, rubbing her nipples through the lace of her bra.

  "Wait…."

  "Stop talking," he whispered.

  Sophia Sade Gilbert! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!

  Sophia arched her back as Drew's tongue trailed from her neck and down her chest. She didn't resist as he unbuttoned her jeans then eased them down around her legs. Before she knew it, he was kneeling in front of her.

  "We can't…"

  "Can't what?"

  Just as Sophia was about to protest again, he plunged his tongue deep inside her dripping wetness. She gasped and grabbed his head. It was pure pleasure as he teased her clit and moaned at the same time. She felt her body began to ascend its journey to complete satisfaction and just as she was about to reach the peak she had been longing for; Drew stopped and stood up, smiling.

  Confused, Sophia hopped off the counter and pulled her pants up, "What the fuck? I…You…"

  Drew leaned into her again and kissed her, "Damn, you taste good."

  She could taste her own sweet, stickiness on his mouth.

  "Is this some kind of joke?" Sophia asked, "What kind of sick, twisted game are you playing?"

  Drew looked at her strangely, "I'm not playing any type of game. I was out of line and I stopped. I apologize. You're my brother's girl. I was wrong. It won't happen again. I need a shower."

  Unable to speak, she nodded and Drew smiled. Sophia stood speechless as Drew walked out of the kitchen. Did this just happen? It had to have been a crazy ass dream. There was no way I was just sitting in the middle of my man's kitchen counter getting eaten out by his twenty-two year old little brother. What the fuck is your problem? Sophia closed her eyes. She didn't know what pissed her off more, the fact that she had just allowed what had just happened to happen, or that Drew had stopped.

  After what seemed like hours, Sophia got herself together enough to leave out of the kitchen. As she walked up the stairs and past the bathroom door, she heard the water running and Drew humming some unrecognizable tune. He's in there, standing in the shower. She blocked out images of what she imagined he looked like. He's right behind that door…his body glistening from the steaming water…She fought the urge to "accidently" walk in and take a quick peak. She resisted the temptation to take all her clothes off and join him. Drew had caused something to rise in her. Her inner bad girl was emerging; the one she had forced into submission when she decided, despite Gerald's sexual inadequacies, she would remain faithful. That part of her who constantly sought a spontaneous thrill was daring to come forth. You know you want to go in there…go ahead…I dare you… Sophia's hand began lifting her shirt and she began biting her lower lip in anticipation. Her good girl persona began screaming in her head…Sophia, don't be ridiculous…think about the consequences…it's Gerald's LITTLE BROTHER…the two sides of conscious began to have an all out battle and bad girl seemed to be winning. Sophia's hand touched the gold handle of the door and she took a deep breath as she prepared to turn the knob.

  BBBBRRRRRRIIIIINNGGGGG! Sophia jumped, startled by the ringing of the doorbell. See, it's Gerald! I told you! Sophia tried not to panic and began to relax as common sense began to kick in. It can't be…why would Gerald be ringing his own damn door? She hastily hurried down the steps and looked out the peephole. Standing in the doorway was Jaxyn.

  "What in the world?" Sophia asked as she opened to door.

  Jaxyn held her hand out, revealing Sophia's favorite pair of Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses, "You left these at the salon."

  "Thanks, girl," Sophia sighed.

  "I knew you would be pissed if you would've got to Hilton Head and realized they were missing. Hell, you probably woulda accused me of stealing them. You know how you do!" Jaxyn walked past Sophia and stepped into the living room.

  Sophia closed the door behind them and followed her, "That's not true."

  "You're a damn lie. You accused me of stealing your suede coat for weeks until you found it in the trunk of your car."

  "And I still believe you put it there," Sophia laughed, "I know you had my coat."

  "I did no such thing. I have my own suede…" Jaxyn stopped mid-sentence and her mouth fell open. Sophia turned to see what had caused her friend's sudden flabbergast. Coming down the steps toward them was a dripping wet Drew, clad only in the towel which was wrapped around his waist.

  "Oh, my bad, I didn't know you had company, Sophia," he grinned widely.

  Sophia's eyes widened as he got closer and closer to her, "She's not company."

  "Ok, I didn't know you had a visitor," he raised his eyebrow at her. He was almost directly in front of her and she took a step back. He continued in her direction and her heart began racing.

  "Um, Drew, what…this…where…" she studdered. She could smell the sweet scent of jasmine as his body neared hers. He bent over in front of her and she gasped, "What the…"

  "Oh, my bad," he said, "I need to get something out of my bag."

  Looking down and seeing that she was standing directly in front of his bag, Sophia quickly moved out of his way. The towel he wore began slipping and he had to put his hand on it to keep it from falling off. Sophia turned to see Jaxyn still staring and she nudged her shoulder. Jaxyn turned to her and mouthed the words, "Oh my God! He's fine!"

  Sophia shook her head and walked further away. A few moments later, Drew stood up, holding a small bottle of what looked like lotion.

  "That's what you came down here damn near naked for?" Sophia snapped.

  "What can I say, I'm a firm believer in moisturizing," Drew winked at her. He walked over and held his hand out to Jaxyn, "I'm Drew, Gerald's brother."

  "I'm Jaxyn, Sophia's cousin," Jaxyn was about to shake Drew's hand when he gently put it to his lips and kissed it.

  "Beautiful," he said, "Well, I gotta go finish freshening up. It's been a pleasure meeting you. Maybe you can join us for dinner?"

  "As wonderful as that sounds," Jaxyn told him, "I don't think that would be a good idea. It's a well known fact around here that your brother and I hate each other."

  "I can't imagine my brother having any ill feelings toward someone as gorgeous as you. But, then again, he has been known to be intimidated by fine women. I was telling Sophia, I never would've imagined him with anyone as sweet as she is," Drew grinned.

  "You're dripping on the carpet and you really need to moisturize while your body is damp," Sophia said, matter-of-factly.

  Drew stared at her, "Is that a fact? While I'm damp, huh? Interesting. I gotta remember that. Jaxyn, maybe we can grab a drink next time I'm in town. You got a number?"

  "Definitely," Jaxyn nodded.

  Sophia frowned at her cousin who wasted no time reaching into her purse and passing Drew one of her business cards which bore her picture.

  "Hot card," Drew nodded. His eyes met Sophia's and he added, "I'll definitely be calling."

  "I look forward to it," Jaxyn smiled. Drew secured his towel and went back upstairs.

  Sophia flopped down on the sofa and sighed.

  "He's delicious girl. You did not tell me that. Are you sure he's twenty-two? Baby boy got game, that's for damn sure."

  You got that right! He got tongue game too! Sophia stopped herself before she let the words come out of her mouth.

  "He's a flirt," Sophia shrugged.

  Jaxyn looked at
her and asked, "I know. I like it."

  "You're pathetic," Sophia shook her head, "I can't believe you gave him your number."

  "Why not? I like em young!"

  "That's so R. Kelly-ish. He's barely legal. Besides, you know Gerald would have a fit if he found out you were talking to his brother," Sophia pointed out. She wondered why the fact that Jaxyn gave Drew her number bothered her. She damn sure wasn't interested in him like that, so why should she even care.

  "Since when do I give a damn about what Gerald thinks? And the key word here is legal, barely or not," Jaxyn winked, "Age ain't nothing but a three letter word. I don't see Demi Moore complaining. Ashton seems to keep a smile on her face and I can imagine why."

  "If you say so," Sophia replied.

  "I mean, he looks just like Gerald, but there's something else about him."

  "How about he's young as hell," Sophia suggested.

  "Besides that," Jaxyn shook her head, "He has this air about him."

  Sophia stared at the floor and listened to Jaxyn verbalize the exact thoughts she had when Drew got into the car, "He has swagger."

  Jaxyn snapped her fingers, "That's it! He has swagger! Mmmph. You hit the nail on the head. Gerald needs to take some lessons from his little brother. I bet Drew wouldn't leave you with any complaints in the bedroom."

  "How do you figure that?" Sophia looked at Jaxyn like she was crazy.

  "Believe me, I know. Call it a hunch," Jaxyn nodded and stood up, "I gotta get outta here. Call me later."

  Sophia walked Jaxyn out to the car and said goodbye. When she returned inside the house, she could hear Drew again humming his song. Swagger, she thought.

  Thursday Night

  8:56 P.M.

  "Y'all been waiting long?" Gerald asked as they sat down at the table.

  "Not long," Sophia answered, glancing over at Drew, who was once again engrossed in his iPhone, "Why do we need this big table?"

  "Mack is coming."

  Mack was Gerald's large, loud coworker who Sophia despised as much as Gerald despised Jaxyn. If Mack was joining them, she was sure to make it a short evening.

  As if on cue, Mack strolled in loudly speaking, "What's up my people? Damn, G your woman is fine! I'm trying to be like you when I grow up, Player!"

  "What's up, Mack Daddy! This is my little brother, Drew," Gerald introduced the two men and they shook hands.

  "Sophia, Sophia! That shole is a pretty name! A brother can't get a hug?" Mack asked, leaning his large body toward her. Sophia reached up and patted him on his back, trying to disguise her disgust.

  She looked around the restaurant. Fat Tuesday's was crowded, as usual, and the live jazz band played. It was one of Sophia's favorite restaurants and normally she would be excited, instead, she was distracted. The waitress had to ask her twice what she wanted to drink.

  "Vodka and cranberry," she told her, "Top shelf, please."

  "You're drinking?" Mack asked; his voice full of surprise. Sophia wasn't a drinker, but tonight she needed something to help take the edge off.

  "I don't have to work tomorrow."

  "I want an Amaretto Sour and a glass of whatever you got on tap," Mack grinned at the waitress.

  "Let me get a Jack and Coke," Drew said, finally putting his phone down.

  "You're drinking too?" Gerald's eyes widened at his brother, "Hell, let me get a double shot of Ciroc. I'll drink too."

  Sophia smiled at him, "I ain't mad. Do you."

  "That's what's up," Gerald winked, "Drinking makes Sophia a naughty girl."

  Sophia's face burned with embarrassment and she stared at her menu.

  "Hot damn!" Mack's laugh was sickening.

  "Oh, really?" Drew smiled.

  "So, Drew, how was your flight?" Mack asked.

  Drew looked over and answered, "It was cool."

  "I was surprised that you flew here instead of straight to the wedding," Gerald sat back in his chair.

  "I got some business to take care of here next week, so it made more sense," Drew told him, "I'm flying back from here next Wednesday."

  The reality of what Drew said registered in Sophia's head. They were driving back Monday morning. Gerald spoke exactly what she was thinking.

  "So, you'll be staying with us for a couple of days after the wedding, huh?"

  "Us? I didn't know Sophia lived with you?" Drew looked at her and she looked away.

  "She may as well," Mack commented, "Her ass is over there enough."

  "She stays with me at times," Gerald reached over and covered Sophia's hand with his. He smiled at her and said, "Sophia's my baby. Your hair looks good."

  "Thanks," she smiled back at him.

  "You should cut it a little; maybe into a bob. It would show off your pretty features," Drew suggested.

  Sophia looked over at him.

  "She's not gonna cut it. It looks good long," Gerald said, matter-of-factly, then added, "Mama didn't mention your wanting to stay a couple of days. She just called and asked if you could fly here and ride to Hilton Head. I thought you were going back Monday."

  "I didn't tell her I had business to take care of. Hey, if it's a problem, I can chill at my boy's house or stay at a hotel. It's no big deal to me," Drew shrugged.

  Gerald put his arm around Sophia and responded, "Naw, I got an extra bedroom. We brother's right?"

  The waitress brought their drinks and placed them down on the table. Drew lifted his in a toasting fashion and said, "To brothers."

  They all followed suit and lifted their drinks.

  "To brothers," Gerald repeated. Their glasses clinked and Sophia gulped half of hers down in one swallow.

  "So, what did you two do this afternoon?" Gerald asked, pulling himself closer to Sophia.

  Drew smiled, "Talked and got to know each other."

  "You actually got Drew to talk, Sophie? Damn, that's a first."

  Sophia looked at Drew and then said, "Well, I think I did all the talking."

  "Yeah, you have been know to run your damn mouth," Mack giggled, continuing to irritate Sophia.

  "She ain't as bad as her home girl Jaxyn though. Drew, this chick don't ever shut the hell up and she is always in someone else's business," Gerald laughed.

  "That's the shorty I met this afternoon, right?" Drew asked Sophia, "She came by the house."

  "Yeah," Sophia told him.

  "Then you saw first hand how fine her ass is. Jaxyn got an ass on her that won't quit. I keep telling Sophia to hook me up, but she won't," Mack sighed.

  "Is that right?" Drew nodded, still staring at Sophia. He took a sip of his drink and licked his lips.

  Flashes of his kisses filled her head and she began breathing harder. She looked down at his hands and she recalled his hands on her body. Her eyes met his and the heat within her began to rise.

  "Excuse me," she said, standing up.

  "You alright?" Gerald asked her.

  "Yeah, I just need to go the ladies room," she told him.

  "That liquor working already?" Mack asked.

  "I hope so," Gerald replied, "We may need to get our food to go."

  Sophia hastily made her way to the bathroom. There was a small sitting area, where she sat down and tried to get herself together. Her mind was myriad of confusion and being here was the last place she wanted to be. Her thoughts kept turning to Drew. There was no denying the fact that she wanted him. You're crazy. You need to stop tripping and get your ass together. Forget about what happened in the kitchen. Can you imagine what would happen if Gerald found out? Just get through dinner and avoid Drew.That's all you have to do. Put him out of your mind. Deciding that a little comic relief may be just what she needed, she decided to call Jaxyn. Before she could dial the number, she got a text message.

  "What are you in the bathroom doing? Thinking about me? - D"

  Sophia stared at the screen. The number that the message came from was unfamiliar. She realized that it was from a 212 area code and smiled. She quickly typed a reply:

/>   "Don't flatter yourself. Why would I be doing that? – S"

  A few seconds later, another message came through:

  "Because you can't forget about my tongue between them thighs! – D"

  "I don't think so. Already forget about it…wait, I remember you can't finish what you start! – S"

  Sophia washed her face and touched up her lip gloss, double checking her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied, she exited the restroom. She could feel Drew's eyes on her body as she returned to the table.

  "You alright?" Gerald stood and pulled her chair out.

  She glanced over at Drew as she softly kissed Gerald on the neck, "Yes, baby. I'm fine."

  Gerald grinned, "We need to order another round. She's frisky already."

  The waitress came and took their food order. Soon, Mack and Gerald were engrossed in a heated discussion about football. Sophia's phone began beeping. She took it out of her purse and stared at it.

  "I want u 2 cum on my face! – D"

  She gasped lightly, and looked across the table. Drew was suddenly involved in the NFL conversation as if he was a commentator for ESPN. Determined not to be outdone by a twenty-two year old rookie, she hurried and sent a reply.

  "I want u 2 cum in my mouth! – S"

  A few seconds later, he was glancing at his phone. His eyes widened and he shifted in his seat. Sophia reached into the bottom of her glass and picked out the cherry, succulently playing with it before popping it into her mouth. She then sent another message to Drew's phone.

  "If you're scared, just say you're scared! – S"

  "Alright, what the hell is going on?" Gerald asked, startling Sophia. She sat up, her heart pounding in her chest.

  "What's wrong?" She asked.

  "Where the hell is that slow ass waitress? She ain't brought our appetizers or that second round of drinks!" He growled.

  Relieved, Sophia exhaled and rubbed his back, "You see it's crowded, Sweetie. I'm sure she'll bring them soon. Calm down."

  Drew began laughing and she frowned at him.

  "What's so funny?" Mack asked.

  "My brother will snap when it comes to his food. I don't know what it is, but we've both always had a love for things that taste good, right bro?"