Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do

by Shvonne Latrice

  Moving my hair, he hugged me tightly from behind and whispered, “I’m sorry for how I came off, but you gotta understand that we both can’t be in the streets, Priscilla. I need you holding everything down while I make the money. You get me?”

  Turning to face him, I replied, “Yes.”

  “That’s why I love you.” He kissed me slowly, then pulled back to look at me. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Belly

  Atlanta, Georgia…

  “Damn,” I grumbled lowly as I fucked the shit out of Kharla while this other bitch whose name I forgot, rode her face.

  Kharla flew her ass out here to see me per usual, but I told her if she wanted to chill, she needed to bring a friend. I said the shit, thinking she wouldn’t come through and would leave me the fuck alone, but baby girl surprised me.

  I nudged old girl off Kharla’s face before flipping Kharla over and killing her shit from the back as she cried out. Just before I nutted, I pulled out, slid the condom off, and the other bitch came over with her mouth open for me to let loose in.

  Stepping back, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and heard both females come in. The bitch with no name pulled the curtain back some, with Kharla behind her, and tried to jump in with me.

  “Nah, I’m good, and I don’t have a condom in here.” I stopped them both, closing the shower back.

  I finished cleaning up about twenty minutes later, and then brushed my teeth just because a nigga wanted to feel fresh before I knocked out. I wasn’t around here eating pussy or no shit like that unless it was Blaise. I’d definitely eaten Kharla’s box, Sienna’s too before, but that was a long ass time ago, and I’d lost that urge with them. Blaise was another story though.

  “I sent Jessica home. She was talking about seeing you again when you came to Atlanta, so I had to put an end to that. It’s enough of us,” Kharla let me know once I came out in the hotel room. She really thought she could stop shows around this muthafucka. If a bitch wanted to fuck with me, and vice versa, it would happen regardless.

  “You can dip too.” I got down onto the bed, grabbing my phone. “I’m about to make a phone call.”

  “I don’t mind. I’m gonna shower anyway.”

  “Don’t be moving a lot and shit. Be quiet as a muthafuckin’ mouse, or I’m kicking yo’ ass out the room.”

  “Okay!” She laughed, thinking I was joking.

  I tapped Blaise’s name and waited as the line rang. About four rings in, she finally answered, and I was low-key pissed for having to wait so damn long. Was I actually jealous? The thought of her ass being on a date or some shit bothered me for a quick ass second.

  “Where you at?” I asked right away, making Kharla look at me as she quietly dug through her duffle bag.

  “I’m at home, Cortez. I just got here from rehearsal an hour ago, and I had to bathe and feed Island.”

  “Oh, just making sure you wasn’t out doing some shit to piss me off.”

  “What would that be?”

  “Entertaining other niggas, fuck you mean?” I frowned, and I felt Kharla stop looking in her bag to stare me down. I didn’t give a fuck. She’d just better keep the shit on mute.

  “Are you entertaining other women?”

  “Nah, not any women. A few hoes, but no women. I promise you.” I chuckled when she sucked her teeth. “I’m fucking with you, baby.” I felt the need to lie; another red flag. I always told women what it was, but right now, I couldn’t, and I didn’t know how to feel about that bullshit.

  “So then you miss me?” I could hear the smile in her voice, so it made me do the same.

  “Yeah, I miss yo’ ass. You wearing that bracelet every day, right?”

  “Of course. I know daddy worked hard for it.”

  “Now my dick is hard, Blaise. I come home in two days, a little after 6 p.m. I need you to come through around 9 p.m.”

  “I can do that. I can’t wait.”

  “Aight. You need something? Anything? Your baby?”

  “No, I’m fine, but thank you, baby.”

  “Aight, goodnight. Take care of my pussy for when I get back and all that good shit.”

  “Goodnight!” She laughed.

  Right when I hung up, Kharla came out wrapped in her towel. She was frowning hard as fuck, snatching up her underwear before slipping them on. I continued handling shit on my phone, then by the time I was done and on Instagram, checking my DM’s, she was next to me.

  Ignoring her, I went to Blaise’s profile to see she’d posted a photo a few days ago in some little ass bathing suit that only got my dick hard. I’d never found a bitch this sexy in my damn life, and the shit went beyond how she looked. Plus, the pussy was dangerously good.

  Blaise was the first female that had me slowing up my strokes occasionally so a nigga wouldn’t nut early as fuck. Definitely made sense why niggas were dropping bands on her ass. But that shit was over, ’cause I was never letting her ass go.

  “I can’t believe you,” Kharla finally spoke up as I set my phone on my nightstand next to me.

  “Believe what?” I felt my lip turn up.

  “You haven’t even had your dick out of me for five minutes and you’re on the phone with another bitch and telling me to be quiet.”

  “On the phone with another what?”

  “Woman,” she quickly corrected but had a surprised look on her face almost. “So what, you’re in a relationship with her or something? And why do you be taking her to dinners and buying her things?”

  “It really ain’t none of ya fucking business, but yeah, I just might get in a relationship.” I took down some of the water I had next to me.

  “So what does that mean for me?”

  Swallowing the water, I shrugged. “I don’t know what me getting a girl has to do with you. We ain’t together and ain’t never been together.”

  “People kept trying to tell me you were fucking with her, and I saw the evidence on her little Instagram stories, even though she was trying to be discreet.” Kharla shook her head. “If you make her your girl, we’re still gonna fuck around, right? It won’t be long before you throw her away.”

  “Aye, get up outta here. Go sleep in the living room.”

  “What?”

  “Get the fuck out. You talking too fucking much, and the shit is aggravating.” I snatched the covers off of her lap.

  “Okay, Cortez, I’m sorry,” she whimpered, tears in her eyes. She was weak as fuck at times. Shit was unattractive as hell. “I won’t bring it up anymore, I promise.”

  “Get the fuck out. I’m not gon’ ask you again.” Finally, she got her ass up out of the bed and stormed out of the bedroom portion to the living room area of the suite. “Come close my muthafuckin’ door!” I barked, cutting the lamp off.

  A few moments later, she was closing my door, so I fluffed my pillow to knock out.

  Back in Los Angeles… Manhattan Beach to be exact…

  “Cortez, I could’ve driven. You didn’t have to send a car.” Blaise smiled as soon as I answered the door of the beach house we’d chilled at before.

  “Stop trying to interrupt my fucking flow. Come here.” I pulled her in and scooped her up as I closed the door. She had on this gold colored dress that complemented her sweet brown skin. Her hair was doing that wavy shit, and messily hanging down her back. “I love when you got your shit like this.” I touched her hair as I carried her upstairs.

  “Why? ’Cause it’s the natural look?” She smiled, pecking me.

  “Yeah, reminds me of how you look after I’m done fucking the shit out of you.” She just laughed, tossing her head back as I pressed my lips against her neck. “You smell good as shit. I’m hungry as fuck for yo’ ass.”

  “I missed you,” she whispered, cupping my face as we kissed.

  We ended up in the bedroom, where I placed her to her feet and then began helping her out of her shoes and then dress. She lifted her hair so I could unhook her bra, and then I got down to remove her panties. I pres
sed my lips against her pussy a couple times, then the lower part of her stomach as she caressed my fade.

  “Come on.” I led her to the bathroom, and when I opened the door, her mouth fell open seeing the tub filled with rose petals. I had the heated light on, so it was sort of dim in here, and the balcony windows next to the tub were slightly open.

  She turned to stare up at me for a few moments, then tilted her head back for a kiss before I helped her to the big ass tub so she could get in.

  “What’s this for?”

  “You always doing shit for people, so I wanted to do something for you. When yo’ ass is with me, I want you to chill… relax… not have to worry about shit or what people need.”

  “Okay.” She spoke so lowly it was nearly inaudible.

  I leaned down to peck her, and she held onto the sides of my face for a moment to keep me there. Finally, I pulled back and left her to enjoy her bath while I checked on the food I had. I hadn’t done this much shit for a female ever, but for some reason, Blaise just made me want to do certain shit.

  By the time I had the food on the plates, Blaise had walked into the kitchen in the white robe I’d provided for her. I held the chair out at the table, and she smiled before coming over to me to sit down.

  “I tried to light these fucking candles, but I guess my lighter ran out of fluid from all the blunts I took to the face over the weekend.”

  “It’s fine.” She laughed as I sat adjacent to her, before we said grace. “Did your mother teach you to cook?” She surveyed the pesto chicken pasta.

  “Nah. My mama wasn’t the ‘teach her kids how to cook’ type.”

  “Oh, I remember you said you guys weren’t close. I’m sorry for asking.” She touched my hand.

  “You good, I’m not tripping.”

  “I won’t forget again. So you learned to make all this stuff on your own then?” She swirled her fork in the noodles.

  “Sort of. Watching them cooking shows that be on late as fuck became a habit of mine. We didn’t have cable or nothing fancy, so I had to find shit to watch, and the cooking channel was it.”

  “I can’t imagine you watching that.” She chuckled, covering her mouth. She was so pretty I had to kiss her neck while rubbing her smooth buttery thigh under the table.

  “Yep, believe it or not. I went to school in the morning, ditched about two hours later to do stupid shit with my NHP niggas, then I would go train all fucking evening before going home to shower, eat a sandwich, and watch the cooking channel.” I grinned at her since she was doing the same.

  “You ditched every day? I hated guys like you in school. I was there and they weren’t, yet we all graduated.”

  “Well you wouldn’t have hated me then, because I for sure didn’t graduate.”

  Blaise looked to me with a baffled expression as she placed her wine glass down. I’d never told anybody that shit and didn’t know why the fuck I was telling her ass. It’d become easy as fuck to talk to baby girl though, so it just came out.

  “You didn’t graduate high school?”

  “Nah. I made it to eleventh grade, but by that time, I was in the streets heavily, and boxing was taking up a lot of my time, which was important since I used the little fight money I was making to help with the bills and shit.” She didn’t say anything so I added, “You don’t fuck with niggas without diplomas?”

  “I fuck with you.” She ate some more then added, “You’ve been fighting for a long time.”

  “I know; since eighth grade. I would be much further professionally had I not been into gang banging and shit. All them jail stints and bullshit held me back, but when I got focused and stepped back from that life a tiny bit, shit started popping off quickly.”

  “A tiny bit? So you’re still involved?”

  “Not nearly as much. I still live in the hood though, so I’m around it. I just ain’t deep like I used to be.”

  “Good. I don’t want anything happening to you. I always say if someone gets killed in LA, it’s usually in Inglewood or South Central.”

  “True as fuck.” We laugh simultaneously. “You stopped fucking with that other nigga completely, right, Blaise?”

  When she told me she and that nigga made up and that he got some pussy, I was hot as a muthafucka. But I had to play it cool since I didn’t understand my fucking feelings.

  “Yes, I did.”

  “He hit you up?”

  Blaise

  “No,” I lied.

  I knew Belly was crazy and would be itching to fuck Merlin up. Plus, I was never going back to Merlin, so it was no point in me saying anything.

  “Cool.” He kissed my hand.

  We finished dinner and kept talking, learning more about one another, but I could tell he thought I was feeling differently about him because of the whole high school thing. I didn’t though. I still liked him the same; maybe even more because I was appreciative of his honesty. So many men fronted for me, but not Belly.

  After we ate, he cleaned our dishes then we went up to the bedroom. Belly cracked the doors so we could hear the ocean outside, and then we disrobed before getting into the bed. He wasted no time getting in between my legs and tonguing me down.

  When he started to go down on me, I made him come back up and asked, “Cortez, did you sleep with anyone while you were in Atlanta?”

  The longer he stared at me, the bigger the feeling of queasiness got. I already knew the answer by now, but I was hoping he’d prove me wrong.

  “It was only once and—Blaise!” He tried to grab me when I pushed him off of me and got out of the bed. “Where the fuck you going?”

  “I’m going home.” I looked around for my underwear. When I finally spotted it on top of my dress in the chair, I snatched them up.

  I heard him getting out of the bed, and I felt him coming closer to me as I slipped my dress on. I didn’t need the bra, thanks to my breast job. I only wore it because it matched my panties, which I knew Belly would see. I felt so stupid.

  “Why the fuck you going home?”

  “Because I don’t wanna do this anymore! I’m not going to play your girlfriend while you sleep with whoever the fuck you want to!”

  “It was once, Blaise! Fuck! And I told yo’ ass I would try! Try! We not even together, and you acting like you fucking crazy!”

  “Yes, you said you would try, but you didn’t!”

  “How the fuck you know!” he growled down in my face. His handsome mug was contorted.

  I didn’t care how tall and built he was, so I stood my ground. We were chest-to-chest damn near.

  “Because I know! You probably didn’t even think about me once. You just slid your dick into the first bitch that got you hard!” I shoved him as powerfully as I could. I felt like I was about to cry, but I refused to.

  His demeanor calmed down at the sound of my words.

  “Blaise… don’t leave.”

  “No, fuck you, and fuck whatever this was. Don’t call me, text me, nothing. Whatever bitch or bitches you have waiting for you, call them up, because I’m done with you.” I threw my purse over my shoulder.

  “Blaise, it’s after 1 a.m.” He grabbed me from behind, and as soon as he did, I started to cry silently. “Baby, don’t cry.” He kissed down the side of my face while walking me back to the bed. Lying me down, he removed my shoes and then got in on the other side of me. “I’m sorry.”

  A few days later…

  I’d been busy with rehearsals for the past few weeks, and next Monday, we would start shooting actual scenes, so the director gave us two days off. I told my agent, Ivory, to make sure that I stayed booked, and so far, she’d been doing great. By saying that, today I was doing a commercial for a new vodka brand coming out. It was short and sweet, but the pay was nice, so I was excited.

  We’d just finished shooting the second to last scene, which was the club one, so there were a lot of other girls here, not including the ones playing my friends.

  “Okay, just a one-hour lunch, everyo
ne! Main actors get their food first, and then everyone else can pile in!” some young Black guy yelled.

  I was a main, so I happily grabbed my iPhone from my locker and then went to make my plate.

  On the way to the food, I checked my messages to see Belly had been texting and calling per usual. That night I stayed with him, I cried myself to sleep embarrassingly, but the next morning, I left and hadn’t talked to him since. He’d popped up to my condo building and everything, but I just didn’t come down. He had me fucked up, and even when I tried to be understanding, he still didn’t appreciate it.

  After fixing my plate, I went to eat at one of the tables outside since it was such a nice day. Not to mention, too many people were seated inside, and I really wasn’t in the mood to be bothered.

  “You mind if I sit here?” Some caramel skinned girl with brownish red hair approached my table. There were ten other free tables, so I didn’t understand why she chose the one I was at. I hated those super friendly girls I’d meet on jobs.

  “No… it’s fine.”

  “Thanks.” She plopped down and started wiping her silverware. “So how did you get the lead role in this?”

  “Auditioned for it.”

  She chuckled then said, “No. I know, it’s just I find it hard to get any roles where I’m not standing in the background and smiling.”

  “Yeah, I’ve been there. You just have to really get out there and take as many jobs as you can while auditioning for as many as you can. Also, I take one on one acting classes.”

  “Hmm, I’ve never thought about going to class. I don’t think I need it.”

  This is why her ass wasn’t booking shit. Typical bird thinking just because she was cute and could maybe cry on cue that she could book parts.

  “No one does, but you do. Even the best actors still take a few classes and do research. It’s a part of the job.”