When we were together, no one bothered with him because out of respect and fear of my daddy. Now that Jalen and I are no longer together, the fear of my daddy’s wrath has also disappeared.
“Just keep safe.” Big C warns. “There is a lot of tension right now and it’s just a matter of time before it explodes. Niggas out here are being reckless and they don’t care who gets hurt. I want you and your kinfolk okay.” He winks at me.
“You got it.” I smile back.
I watch Big C and Lil’ Cedric leave and I go back to enjoying my morning. Jalen’s mouth wrote a check his ass couldn’t cash and I don’t know whether to laugh or roll my eyes at it. He actually warned me about Savior but really, Jalen was no better.
Despite how I’m feeling towards him, I hope his dumb-ass doesn’t get shot. He is someone’s child, after all, and no parent should go through the pain of burying their child.
~~~~~~~
“What do you think?” SoundCloud asks.
SoundCloud plays a beat for me and Tasha and I’m legit shocked at how good it sounds. I know I gave him grief about his style being all sorts of wack but this track I can easily hear on the radio. It sounds super dope and fresh. “I like it.” I nod my head to the beat. “Your growth shows a lot on this.”
“This is your best work, bae!” Tasha beams. “I’m feeling this dopeness.”
“It took me forever to work on it!” SoundCloud gets up and paces back and forth. “I think this song might be it. This might be the track that takes me to another level.”
For once, I believe him. Not that I was Debbie Downer before, but sometimes someone needs to work on themselves before you can be that cheerleader on the sidelines. “I think you have an excellent shot of making it onto the radio.”
“And work with Kanye, and Jay-Z and Migos and a bunch of other folks!” Tasha adds.
“Nah, fresh voices, fresh sounds.” SoundCloud interrupts. “Fresh ears need to hear this.”
I agree. Rap and hip-hop has always been a young man’s game, despite the legends can easily outrap today’s mumble rappers. But SoundCloud is only 23, himself, so he has time to develop his craft and become legendary in the game. I think he’ll do well if he keeps it up.
“Is Jesus Piece coming over?” SoundCloud asks. “I would love to get his take on this.”
“I don’t know. His flight just arrived so I think he might want to stay at home and chill for the night.” It feels weird saying that, considering LAX is just down the street from my home. I thought about offering to pick him up but I didn’t want to sound too thirsty, if that makes sense? If Savior wants to see me, he can take the initiative.
I just hope he takes the initiative soon because a sista is hornier than a motherfucker. All I’m craving is Savior in my mouth and his thick cock inside me. I miss the way his body hovers over mine as he moves inside me and how he wipes the excess sex away afterwards.
I miss him.
“Is everything okay between you two?” Tasha blows out smoke. I’m starting to believe she can’t function without getting high. “He hasn’t been here in two weeks.”
“Everything’s fine, he’s just been on vacation with his dad and brothers. He wants to take me skiing at some point and I dunno.” I shake my head. “Black people tend not to ski.”
“We sure in the hell don’t.” Tasha nods. “You’ll never catch my black ass on the slopes.”
“Because your black ass will slide and fall down the slopes,” Junie adds.
“Nigga, you can kiss the blackest parts of my ass, ya dig?” Tasha huffs.
“If I did that, I’ll disappear for damn sure.” He nods.
“Stop.” I advise them. They always fight over the stupidest shit. These niggas once got into a fight on how Junie kept eating all of the marshmallows in the Rocky Road ice cream. I swear how in the hell are they an old married couple and they barely graduated out of high school a few years ago?
I hear a knock at my door and get up to check who’s behind door number one. My heart skips ten beats when I see who it is. I open the door and see the most beautiful man on planet earth standing before me. “Gorgeous…” Savior’s voice is above a whisper.
I jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist as he holds me and manages to walk inside. I grab his face and plant a string of kisses on him. It’s been two weeks and it was 14 days too long. My heart ached. My soul yearned. My body craved him.
A low growl forms in Savior’s throat. His tongue plays with mine, exploring my mouth, and savoring it. The warmth of his body, his spicy cologne, and the sheer strength of him enveloped my body.
Savior kisses me like he was never going to see me again, like if our kiss was everything on the line, and he had to prove it to me. It’s so raw and so real, with no barrier between us. He doesn’t care if we have an audience in the room; I understand what is being said:
I belong to him and he belongs to me.
