“That was the sweetest thing any man has ever said to me.”
“Is that why you’re crying?”
“Yes, and I feel bad because I do push you away when my feelings for you become overwhelming. Things between us work so well, and sometimes I think it’s too good to be true.”
“My intention is never to hurt you, baby. Shit happens, but I want us to work.”
“I do too. I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for ruining our date night. I’m sorry I pissed you off and hurt your feelings.”
He continued to cup my face as I spoke and leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft peck, and when he pulled away, his lips were barely an inch from mine.
“I love you.”
“I . . . I love you too.”
This time, when he kissed me, he put his all into it, pressing my back against the couch and adjusting himself between my open legs. He wore a pair of linen joggers, and I could feel hiserection through my cotton skirt, under which I wasn’t wearing panties.
Our kiss became more passionate and intense with each passing second. He slipped his hand underneath my T-shirt and bra, using his thumb to play with my nipple. It felt amazing as he ground up, down, and around. My panties became soaked within minutes.
Eventually, my skirt ended up around my waist, and I felt Rowdy’s fingers brush against my pussy. For the first time in several minutes, our mouths disconnected.
“You wet as fuck, baby.”
He lifted his body slightly, fumbling with his joggers. Seconds later, the head of his dick penetrated my slippery entrance. We moaned simultaneously as I adjusted to his size. His strokes were slow and deep, and something felt amazingly different.
I didn’t give it much thought, assuming our connection had deepened because we’d just confessed our love for each other. He pushed my shirt and bra up to my neck, and I cupped my breasts, making it easier for them to reach his mouth.
“Oh my God. Shit, baby. Lick it,” I urged, referring to my nipple.
The sensations went straight to my pussy, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, tightening them and urging him to go deeper. He did, and seconds later, my pussy quaked around his dick, milking his nut while my nectar drowned him.
It wasn’t until then that I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. For about two seconds, I panicked, but quickly got it together, remembering I could get a Plan B in the morning. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head as Rowdy carried me to my bedroom. Before we fell asleep, sweaty and sticky in each other’s arms, I let him fill me with his seeds over and over and over again.
It had beena few weeks since Noelani and I had confessed our love for each other, and things had been smooth sailing since. She stopped making excuses to put distance between us, but I did voluntarily stay home when I had something to do.
For a few days each week for the past two weeks, I drove through the west side, looking for Mr. Chatterbox and his boy. I didn’t see them, but I saw a bunch of other young niggas, and it pissed me off. The corner boys I hit up in Savannah were grown ass men, and those under eighteen were few and far between. It was different in Onyx City, and seeing boys who appeared to be as young as twelve slanging dope on the corner fucked with my spirit.
I ran up on a few of them, and it was immediately obvious they weren’t built for street life. It was too easy to get information from them, and my threats had them pissing their pants, literally. Unfortunately, there were too many corners and too many young boys. Robbing them didn’t sit right with me because it put their lives in danger with whoever they reported to, but I definitely used the information they shared to my advantage.
“You’ve been distracted tonight. What’s on your mind?” Noelani asked.
The Westside Riders lived up to the negative stereotypes that people had about motorcycle clubs. Instead of doing positive things in the community, they behaved like a gang . . . a mostly old, washed-up, poorly managed gang at that. So far, I’d hit up two of their stash houses and managed to get in and out unnoticed.
Their members spent more time getting high off their own supply and fucking on women who weren’t their wives or girlfriends than they did securing the stash house. They were indeed pathetic, but it made it easy for me to do what I did.
It was Wednesday night, which Noelani had deemed our movie night a few weeks ago. I’d planned to hit up another stash house tonight, but my usual alibi wouldn’t work. My mother had worked a few overnight shifts recently and asked me to stay home with Ramina. Of course, I agreed, and once Ramina was asleep, I went out and did my deed.
With Noelani being Ramina’s social worker, they had a solid relationship, and I didn’t want my sister to inadvertently say something about our mother’s work hours that didn’t match what I’d told Noelani. Nor did I want to ask her to lie and say our mother had to work if Noelani happened to ask. I was distracted because I was trying to figure out how to get out of movie night.
“Just a little tired. My uncle’s been working the shit out of me.”
It wasn’t a lie. Since I passed my recertification test, he’d been working the shit out of me. I believed it was his way of making sure I stayed on the straight and narrow. No one in my family wanted me to go back to my old ways, but it was too late.
“I thought you wanted me to wash and braid your hair, but we can go to bed if you’re tired.”
“I’m good, but we can postpone my hair until tomorrow. What movie are we watching?”
“They Cloned Tyrone.”
