Chapter 56 - Missing My Cowboy

Sadé's POV:

— Saturday, October 29th

When I had woken up earlier today, it was later than I would've liked because I didn't even get up until it was almost noon. And when I did manage to wake up my body was all types of sore. My hips, thighs, and legs were all weak and sore; My hips and butt were covered in handprints, and my neck had hickeys trailing all over it. Marshall's body wasn't any better though. He had scratch marks all over his chest and back, and he had hickeys covering his neck as well.

I was feeling timid today whenever we were near each other because he had told me all about how I was screaming his name, teasing me about it as if I had forgotten. That was impossible though because the flashbacks were randomly replaying in the back of mind. So whenever I was around him, I was acting meek, which only made him smirk to himself.

Chile, anyways; I knew I'd have to cover my body in makeup later because today was Hailie's Halloween party that she was hosting. She had invited me, and it was going to be western themed. I planned on wearing this cowgirl outfit that I knew would look super attractive.  

— Later In The Evening, 7:30PM

I had finished getting ready for the party tonight. I wore this super extra cowgirl costume that showed off my body. It was covered in fringe, fur, and crystals. I knew I would be cold, but I couldn't ruin the outfit by throwing on a cover up. I paired it with white thigh high boots, a white cowboy hat, diamond Cuban link chain necklaces, and my stack bracelets that I never take off.

I had managed to cover up all of Marshall's markings with makeup successfully. I had done my long blonde hair in curls as it cascaded down my back. My makeup was exaggerated too as I had glued some loose crystals on my eyes with lash glue to add a pop. I think I looked very good if I do say so myself!

I turned the music off in the bathroom that I was listening to while getting ready and hyping myself up. I was already running late, but at least I'd be fashionably late. I made my way downstairs where Marshall was waiting for me. He said he'd drop me off at Hailie's house since he was going to be hanging out with some friends and have a boys night.

I made it to the living room, standing in the doorway while he was sitting on the couch.

"I'm ready." I called out, gaining his attention.

He turned the tv off, his eyes scanning over my outfit as he turned to look at me. He lingered on my body for a few seconds before speaking.

"You look good... Too good to be going out alone." He mumbled, looking me up and down.

"Thank you, love. Don't start acting jealous, now. You know you're the only man I want." I responded.

"Oh I know I am the way you were screaming my name last night, Sae. Trust me I know. I just don't like the fact that other dudes are gonna be watching you shake your ass and trying to get with you." He kissed his teeth as his feet were propped on the coffee table.

I didn't respond to that. Instead I rolled my eyes, facepalming myself mentally.

"Can you take a few pictures of me before we go please?" I asked him nicely, changing the subject.

"Ight, go pose." He got up, taking my phone to take pictures.

I didn't mind him taking my Instagram photos and neither did he. He was good at taking pictures for other people - great even. He just sucked at taking selfies for himself.

He snapped a few photos of me in the living room and some outside of the house. We weren't worried about the background showing because nobody knew we were dating, and nobody knew what Marshall's house looked like unless they were close to him. We got in the car after we were finished, waiting for it to warm up.

"Do you plan on drinking tonight?" He asked me as he started the car, pulling out the driveway.

"Yes. Is that alright with you?" I asked being mindful of his sobriety.

I don't know why, but I just don't like to drink around sober people. Even if they tell me that it's okay, I feel like it's disrespectful in a way. And I'm very big on respect.

"That's fine. Enjoy yourself, it's been a while since you last drank." He shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Okay."

I didn't plan on getting absolutely wasted. Just to have a few drinks and enjoy myself. Plus, I'm a light weight so these few drinks would be more than enough for me since they'd go straight to my head.

We pulled up at Hailie's house that was decked out with some decorations in the front of her home. You could hear the music blaring from outside and people were walking inside as they had arrived. He parked the car off to the side, dropping me off.

"Have fun and stay safe. Let me know when you're ready for me to pick you up." He gave me a peck on the lips.

"I will. You have fun and be safe too. I'll see you later!" I smiled as I hopped out the car.

He watched me as I walked to the front door, making sure I got inside safely before he pulled off. Once I was inside, I greeted those I knew and began to have a good time with the friends I had started to make here in Detroit.

Marshall's POV:

— Meanwhile At Royce's House

I had just pulled up to Royce's house 20 minutes after dropping off my lady at a Halloween party. I won't lie, I was feeling a little selfish when it came to Sadé's outfit tonight. She was looking so fine in that little skimpy costume she was wearing, and her entire body was on display for everyone to see. I don't like the thought of other men looking at my girl, but at the same time I'm not outraged by it. I know for a fact that my girl is highly favored and sought after. I know she's fine just like everyone else does, but I'm the one that's got her though. So I wasn't trippin' too much. Also, I've kind of learned to control my overzealous tendencies when it comes to what she wears when it comes to her because that's literally her career. She dresses in these gorgeous ass outfits and looks hot as hell. It's how she expresses herself, and it inspires people. So I wasn't mad at it, just salty I guess you could say.

I walked up to Royce's house after sitting in my car for a few minutes, talking on the phone with Nate. He opened the door, letting me in as he greeted me.

"Yo, what's up!" He dapped me up in a bro hug.

"What's up, man." I chucked my chin up.

We made our way to the living room where the football game was playing and the appetizers and drinks were sat on the coffee table. I greeted all the rest of the guys, taking a seat in the couch.

I was surprised when I saw women there. Expecting it to be a guys night, I thought it would just be us. I wasn't informed that there would be hoes or groupies here, and it was quite a few of them too. It wasn't out of the ordinary, just thew me for a loop.

When I walked through I already felt some of these chicks eyeing me. I wasn't going to be paying any of them any mind though because they ain't what I want and I got an eye for only one lady. Ima be real though: If I was dating anybody else besides Sadé or if I was single, I would've probably taken one of them to a room. But that wasn't even on my mind though because I'm a loyal man to Sadé and none of these hoes can even hold a flame to my girl, never mind a candle.

So I took a seat on the couch next to Royce while my arm rested on the arm ledge. We were all enjoying ourselves, chanting for our respective teams and making bets. We were chatting it up, eating the food as we watched the game. You know, guy shit.

— Some Time Later

It had been a few hours later and the game had ended. The bros and I were just bullshitting, chopping it up afterwards. I had gone into the kitchen to grab a cold RedBull from the fridge. I had literally just wrapped my fingers around the can when someone approached me from behind, stroking my arm. I flinched back, turning around to face them. I made eye contact with one of the groupies that had been eyeing me all night. She kept trying to sit next to me and talk to me all night long, but I kept denying her.

"Aye, Ima need you to back up." I shrugged her off me as I leaned against the counter opening my drink to take a sip.

She was this blonde chick that had tanned a few shades too dark, wore heavy ass makeup, and this tight ass dress that barely covered her fake titts up that she kept trying to show off. Yes she was deemed attractive, but nothing compared to Sadé that's for damn sure.

Normally, I would've been eager to bag this hoe and add her to my roster, but I ain't got it in me anymore. Ever since I started dating Sadé, these hoes just don't excite me anymore. Not that I would cheat on her anyways because I would never. I'm just saying. I wasn't interested.

"Hey, Eminem. How's your night going?" She asked me, making small talk as she tried to make her voice appear softer than it actually was.

Gosh, this is so uncomfortable. I noticeably sighed as I ran my hand over my face.

"Good." I gave a one worded answer.

"I think it'll be better if you let me show you a good time." She smiled at me, placing her hand over mines.

I instantly moved my hand away, putting it in my pocket.

"Nah, I'm good. I got a girl at home who can show me an even better time easily." I replied nonchalantly.

That wasn't a lie. We all know Sadé is a freak in the sheets, but a lady in the streets. And I sure as hell was about to have a round two of last night with her again once we got back home.

"Well she isn't here now. So what's the issue?" She gazed over my body.

"Look, I don't know if you can tell or not, but I truly do not want you. So you can just leave me alone now. Go try to get with someone else, I don't care." I look at her emotionless with no tone in my voice.

"None of them are as attractive as you you though, Em. Come on." She rubbed my arm, "She doesn't have to know. What she doesn't know won't hurt her." She trailed off as she tried to grab my bulge.

I quickly grabbed her wrists, stopping her. This bitch it trippin'. Is she really that desperate to fuck a rapper?

"I told you no. Don't fuckin' touch me. I'm really not trying to get arrested for putting my hands on a woman tonight." I warned her.

She frowned at me, rolling her eyes as she pulled away from me.

"Ugh, fine. But don't be mad when you hear one of your homeboys moaning my name." She stomped off.

"Wouldn't count on it." I grumble more to myself than her since she already left me alone in the kitchen.

Thank god for that. I was not trying to get caught up in some shit again. I don't know why these hoes can't get it through their heads when someone isn't interested. There's plenty of other dudes who are more than willing, but not me.

I let out a sigh of relief, sipping on my drink. I was just chilling here, debating on if I should go home at this point. However, I wouldn't even need to decide because as if we were connected spiritually, Sae texted me saying she was ready to leave the party, wanting me to pick her up.

That was all I needed to hear. I told the guys I was leaving and got in my car, driving to pick up Sadé.

— Reuniting With Sadé

I had just hung up the phone after telling Sae I was outside, waiting for her to come out of the party. A minute later she came out, swaying her hips, trying to keep balance with a big smile plastered on her face.

"Hey cowboy! I missies you!" She yelled, climbing into the seat of the car.

I took note of the new nickname she had given me for the night and how she mispronounced "missed" because she had a few drinks.

"Hey. Why you so giddy?" I looked at her in amusement, knowing she was off her top.

"Uhhh maybe because I'm happy to see my boyfriend. Duh." She slurred as she looked at me dumbfounded.

Yea, she's definitely tipsy. This drive home should be interesting.

"You only had 5 drinks?" I looked at her suspiciously.

There's no way she's acting like this off of five drinks. I know she's a light weight, but I've literally watched this girl chug down bottles at her own party, fall off a table, then get back up and do it all over again.

"Yes. I had 5 drinks. Three Grey Goose vodka, one Hennessy, and one of Jack Daniels." She recalled as she had put her seatbelt on.

I mentally slapped myself. I know this girl did not just mix her light and dark liquors. No wonder why she's so gone off of only five drinks. Does she not know that's a major no no?

"Sae, you know you're not supposed to mix liquors like that right? Light and dark." I look at her, waiting on her answer to see if she genuinely didn't know or was just being reckless.

"Oh... I know now." She pouted, looking down at her hands.

"Sae, I'm not mad at you. I just wanted to make sure you knew for next time. It's alright." I quickly reassure her.

"Okayyy. Well can we go home now? I want to show you my moves! Yee haw!" She exclaimed doing a riding action.

"Yea, you can show all about your riding skills when we enter the bedroom." I winked.

I chuckle to myself at her silliness, starting the car to make the drive back. As I drove she rambled almost the entire way back, and I listened the entire time. She was telling me about how she rode this mechanical bull that was set up there, how she sang karaoke, how she lost the costume contest to some other girl that was dressed as a slutty scare crow.

Oh, and she also told me about how some guy tried to talk to her, but she said her boyfriend (me) was a gangster that was really strong and would beat him up. That was my favorite part of her ramblings because I thought it was cute, but also true... I would beat him up.

Then she was talking about how she really missed me, and how she started to get social anxiety even though she really enjoyed herself. She was saying that she just wanted to cuddle up next to me and shit.

At this point, we only had about 5 minutes left until we pulled up at the house when she quieted down. She was a little too quiet. She was being talkative this time around while she was drunk so when she suddenly stopped, I took notice. I glanced over at her out the corner of my eye, and she was looking at me flirtatiously. I gave her a questioning look and she spoke up.

"Marshall?" She asked me softly.

"What's up, pretty girl?"

"Have you ever had car sex?" She asked me so quietly I could barely hear her.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head at her question as my heart rate quickened. What the hell, why is she asking me this? And I know she isn't over there being all shy and shit while asking me something so bold.

"HUH?" I asked, making sure I heard her correctly.

"Have you ever had sex in a car?" She repeated herself only a little bit louder, but still shy.

"Why?" I defensively question, wondering if this was some kind of a setup to a trick question or not.

"Just answer the question." She grumbled.

"Yes..." I decided to be truthful, "Now answer why you're asking me this."

"Because the way you're driving is really turning me on." She says, taking me by complete surprise.

"How so?"

"They way you drive with one hand in the wheel, showing your wrist tatt is very attractive. Also the way you look so focused. Or when you sometimes rest your hand on your chin or on my thigh is hot too. I don't know. It's just... sexy." She turned her head so that I couldn't see her face blushing.

"So what are you saying?" I asked, having a feeling that she's insinuating that she wants to have car sex or is at least curious about it.

"That maybe we could try it sometime... But we don't have to if you don't want to." She tried to backtrack, sounding unsure of herself.

"Nah, it's okay to want to try new things. We can have car sex one of these days before you leave if you really want to." I respond.

I know that I have more sexual experience than her for the obvious reason that I'm way older than her. I'm aware that she may not have done some of the same things I have when it comes to that department. I want her to be comfortable with that though, and to not feel ashamed about it or about expressing her wants & desires. I want her to feel comfortable exploring new things sexually even if I have already done so, like having car sex.

"Okay. I'm still turned on though..." she trailed off.

She shifted in her seat slightly closer to me as she moved her hand over the middle console. She placed her hand on my jean-covered dick, rubbing me. She was getting handsy as she started undoing my belt and zipper, now sticking her hand in my boxers as she pumped me. My breath hitched in my throat from the feeling.

"Sadé, I'm driving." I told her sternly.

"I know, but I just really want you. You're so handsome." She complimented softly.

I could feel my dick growing in her hands as it became hard. I stepped on the gas pedal, getting us back to the house within the next 30 seconds. I barely even threw the car in park before I had gotten out and opened her door.

"Come on. We're going upstairs." I huskily told her in her ear.

I picked her up, carrying her all the way from the car to the bedroom. We started making out, having phenomenal sex the rest of the night.