Free Hip Hop Heat by Tricia Tucker

screwed the man."
    "Yeah, but do you wanna come off like some desperate groupie?"
    "Come off to whom?" Lalana wanted to know. She was sick and tired of defending herself to her friends.
    "I'm just sayin'," Tina quipped.
    "Look, I need to run. I'll catch up with you later."
    Nearly four hours later, Lalana was at the front of the line snaking up to a table in the back of the store. The decision to get there early had been a good move, she reassured herself. The place was packed. And instead of being late, MC ROC was early. The moment he walked into the showroom, he stopped cold in his tracks.
    Their eyes met. ROC grinned and raised his eyebrows.
    Lalana glowed. He looked perfect. Hair freshly lined, jewels sparkling even beneath the store's dimmed fluorescent light. A shiver of arousal swept through Lalana as she watched him.
    ROC leaned over to whisper something in one of his bodyguards' ears. The bodyguard crossed the room to Lalana.
    "MC ROC wants you to go wait in his car. Come wit' me."

Chapter Seventeen
    The butterflies in Lalana's belly beat their wings with a vengeance. She was nervous and excited, and unable to control the storm of activity in her body and mind as she waited in the car for ROC.
    Lalana had freshened up before going to the signing, but now wondered if that freshness had faded. Had her makeup worn off? Was her lipstick still like new, as the commercial had promised?
    Lalana didn't know how long she had been sitting in the car. The driver (who, thank God, was not Logan) had kept the air on and was playing MC ROC's new CD. Suddenly, and much to her surprise, a group of people approached. The door opened. MC ROC slid in.
    "Say, Shorty, what you know good?" he smiled.
    "How are you?" She wanted to maul him.
    "You know me." ROC chuckled, and leaned back into the seat. "Just chasing dat cheddar."
    Lalana nodded, a nervous smile turning up the corners of her mouth.
    "So where was you headed after here?" ROC asked.
    "I came here to see you," she admitted.
    "Yo, for real?" he asked. "Damn, that's deep."
    Lalana didn't know whether he considered it a good or bad thing.
    "You know, I've been thinkin' 'bout you a lot, Shorty," ROC confided.
    "Why didn't you call back the other night?" she asked.
    "Oh, I fell asleep."
    Lalana smiled, wishing her girls could see her. For so many nights, she lay awake wondering what ROC was doing and whom he was with. Now, here he was confessing to her how much she'd been on his mind.
    "So, you've been thinking about me," she giggled.
    "Shorty, the way you give head, a brotha can't even help but to think 'bout you. I told you man, you got mad skills!"
    Lalana's smile faded. Was he saying he only thought of her and how she had sucked him off? She tried to stop herself. There wasn't any reason to get emotional. Who cared why he thought of her? The fact was that he had .
    "Say, since you wasn't planning on doing nothing after this, how's about you hook a brotha up real fast?"
    Once again, Lalana's heart threatened to stop. Was ROC really being such a sleaze?
    "Man, the way you sucked me off," he repeated, shaking his head.
    Against her better judgment, Lalana reached across the seat and stroked ROC through his jeans. He quickly unzipped his pants, pulled his boxers down, and freed himself.
    "You know, I cut my appearance short the minute I saw your fine ass," ROC said. "I already knew what was up!"
    Now that made Lalana feel good. ROC reached up and palmed her breasts. She was already hot for him. Lalana took him in her hand and felt his muscle pulsate. Her intense hand job instantly brought ROC's erection to life.
    Lalana eased herself on to her knees. "Your dick is so damn pretty," she cooed.
    MC ROC beamed. Lalana plastered his neck and shoulders with wet kisses as she continued to stroke him. When she finally leaned forward, Lalana stuck her tongue out to lick just the tip. Her eyes darted upward to ROC's to gauge his reaction. The look on his face was intense. Lalana felt herself