“You love this dick, though.”
“Fuuuck, Jackson.”
“Mhm,” was all I could manage to get out because her shit was sucking me in deeper.
I kissed her hard to muffle her cries as we succumbed to the orgasms that took over. Afterward, I laid back with her on my chest, fingers playing in her hair.
“I love you,” she cried.
“And I’ll walk through the fire for you, mama.”
***
The next day, I was at the yard early. Stone was already there, shirt off, wiping down a Harley with a Black in his mouth.
“Look who finally showed,” he called.
“Man, chill. I had shit to handle.”
“Mhm…let me tell you ’bout Gina’s ass?” he said, already laughing.
“Oh, hell. What now?”
“She showed up at Gina’s job with rollers in her hair, talkin’ about she still loved me.”
“Did she fight Gina?”
“Gina wished she would.”
I cracked up. “You attract chaos, nigga.”
“Or chaos just loves me more.” He smirked. “So what’s up with Kilo?” he asked. “Ain’t seen that quiet nigga lately.”
“He’s coming by today. Got some heavy shit going on.”
“Like what?”
Before I could answer, Buck’s black Navigator pulled up, followed by Kilo in his Escalade.
“What’s good?” I asked.
Buck answered first. “This bald-headed hoe still ain’t told Mel the truth.”
I looked at Kilo. “You serious?”
“Didn’t I tell you niggas I was waiting until I got the test,” Kilo said, rubbing his jaw.
“Man, Goldie keeps looking at me sideways like I’m the one hiding some shit. I’ma beat your ass if I lose my pussy privileges behind your secrets.”
Stone hollered. “This nigga said privileges.”
“Y’all wanna talk or y’all just here to air out frustrations?” I looked between my brothers.
Kilo sighed, leaning against one of the bikes. “This shit is fucked up. I’ain even processed the thought yet, but I know I need to tell Mel because she thinks I’m out fuckin’ ’round on her and shit.”
Buck lit a blunt. “Nigga, handle that shit ’fore I handle you.”
“You ain’t gone do shit. Y’all act like I’m out here hiding a family on purpose and shit.” He frowned.
