One Taste by Allison Hobbs

Author:Allison Hobbs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2009-02-16T16:00:00+00:00

Matt revved the engine happily. He’d bought Onika everything she’d asked for and despite the fact that she was sitting next to him looking unpleasant and grumpy, he was sure that when they got back to her apartment, his skillful tongue could lick her into a better mood.

Five minutes after leaving the Claymont, Delaware, mall, they passed the WELCOME TO PENNSYLVANIA sign. Matt smiled to himself. They’d be in Chester soon. After splurging on furniture, he figured he’d earned the right to slip off her jeans and wrap his lips around her tasty clit the moment they stepped inside the apartment.

Onika’s cell chimed. “Whaddup?” she barked, holding the handset to her ear. She listened briefly and then turned toward Matt. “Yo, why ain’t you get me a Bluetooth. It’s annoying holding this thing up to my ear,” she complained.

“I’ll get you one,” Matt sadly obliged.

“So, what’s the deal?” she asked, returning to the conversation on the phone.

Matt could hear the urgent, high-pitched vocal tone of a female on the other end of the phone but he couldn’t make out what the woman was saying. His instincts told him that the caller’s dilemma didn’t bode well for him.

Onika snapped her phone shut. “Swing by the womens’ Recovery House.”

“What for?” he asked, shocked that she would want to go anywhere near that horribly crowded recovery place now that she had her own apartment.

Onika gritted on Matt for a few seconds before speaking. “Not that it’s any of your business, but since you gotta be all up in my business, I have to make a quick stop and scoop up my girl, Puddin.”

Matt wrinkled his face in annoyance. “I don’t have time to provide a taxi service for your drug-addict friends. I have to get back to the job and make sure my crew is doing what they should.”

Onika’s face turned sour. “Screw you, asshole. You done lost your damn mind. How your old ass gon’ be complaining about giving one of my friends a damn ride?”

Matt winced. He’d gotten used to being called an asshole. He’d begun to consider it a term of endearment, but being called old stung, particularly when Onika had insisted that she didn’t consider him old.

“Onika, I’m still in my thirties. How can you call me old?” Matt asked, deeply wounded.

“Nigga, you pushing forty. I’m only twenty years old. As far as I’m concerned, your ass is old as dirt!”

“Why didn’t you admit your feelings in the beginning?” Matt wondered aloud in a pained, cracked voice.

“Yo, I’m not debating the issue. I’m through talkin’ to your dumb ass, so drive, nigga. Take me the fuck home. And after you drop me off, you can just keep it movin’, ’cause it’s gon’ be a snowy mufuckin’ day in July before I let you taste this good pussy again!”

In a panic, Matt blinked rapidly. Hooked on Onika’s womanly flavor, he had to honor her request if he wanted to continue lathering his lips with her nectar. “Okay, I’ll pick up your friend,” Matt said weakly, giving Onika a pained look.

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