“Nah, that’s Shaddy with the Shotty, fasho,” Sean cheeses, and daps me up.
“Where you gone get it?” Set asks.
Everyone has theirs in different places. Set’s is on his hand. Turk has a sleeve of them. Nutty has some on his upper back.
I never knew where I wanted to get mine, since my OG was so against tattoos.
But that was before, when she wanted me.
Before she signed away her rights.
I hold Set’s stare. “My neck.”
His lips spread into a smile. “Fasho, Shotty.”
Present
“I got a question, Wyn.”
We’d been blowing big buds for close to an hour now in the studio. I decided to do the feature on her album and play into that bullshit feud with Cochise.
Sahara is really filming on that damn show. She wanna be a bird bitch so fucking bad. I don’t know how her and Van are related.
“Oh God,” Wyn groans. A condition of us being in the studio is she can’t drink before or during our sessions. I got a breathalyzer and all to check her ass. But I know she can’t function foreal without being on something, so I compromised with weed.
Shit, I need it, too.
A normal nigga would have inhaled Mace in one go. A normal nigga would have been begging her on bended knee to get a sample. Thank God I’m not a normal nigga.
I see why she gets so many niggas. I see why, man.
One whiff of her pussy and I had to shut all the way down like I was doing a skit.
Her smell… fuck. It was like catnip to me. I can’t even describe it, but I feel like even if she came around me after a long day and worked out and ate some chili cheese fries, I’d still wanna lay on my stomach and eat that pussy with my legs propped up, swinging in the air.
I just know one taste will have me gone. Brina’s right, my Ace is gone put me through the fucking blender.
Macy’s fucking dangerous. She’s sweet as hell. Kind. Funny as fuck. And so beautiful, andreal. Authentic.
And holding a weapon of mass destruction between her legs.
But I’m taking the exposure therapy approach. The perineal massages should expose me to that oasis long enough that maybe I’ll build an immunity to it. I’ll hear her moans so frequently I won’t care anymore. I’ll resist tasting her after bringing her to orgasm while preparing her to birth my daughter, and then when she inevitably finds someone else, I won’t be tempted to rob and kill him and his entire family, dog included.
Because a woman like that won’t stay single for long. Hell, she’s only single now because she’s choosing to be; it’s plenty niggas who will love her enough to play stepdaddy.
And she deserves that, truthfully. She deserves a nigga that will do her right, because I can’t.
So I gotta be able to handle that. I gotta be able to let her chase her happiness. Because really, I wanna lock her and my daughter up in the basement forever.
“What’s your question? And I hope you’re not billing me for this session because you just completely zoned out.” Wyn pulls on her wood and hands it to me.
I take it and inhale. “You snitched on me to Tati’s dad about that party? You the only one who seen me there, and I still don’t know how he figured out it was me.”
She rolls her eyes and grabs her comp book from the coffee table. “No, I didn’t tell. You guys left and I ran as far as I could to a gas station and called my mom to come get me. First time I met Tati’s dad was at her funeral.”
I furrow my brows. “Then why the fuck you act like you did when I seen you at the next party? I straight up asked yo ass and you let that pussy Corey answer for you.”
She freezes before moving a piece of her blonde wig behind her ear. “You assumed. I never actually said anything,” she mutters.
