Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do

by Shvonne Latrice

  Blaise looked to him with her eyes wide, as everyone roared with laughter except him. I covered my mouth to suppress mine once Dionne sat next to me with a distressed look on her face.

  “Quit talking about my girl, man.” Will came to stand by Belly.

  “I ain’t talk about her, I said I was gon’ punch her ass,” he replied calmly, which was funny for some reason.

  “Fuck this shit.” Will turned and left just like that.

  “Nigga stay leaving.” Manny laughed then looked to me, showing off a smirk that I guess he thought was sexy and pulled all the women. “Aye, Priscilla, how you doing?”

  “I have a boyfriend,” I responded, causing everyone to chuckle. Blaise had already told me about thirsty Manny.

  “What are you doing here?” Dionne asked softly, despite me having just chortled at her expense a little bit ago.

  “I’m friends with Blaise.”

  “Oh.” She gave Blaise a look, one I couldn’t quite describe, and then turned back to me with a fake smile.

  What a night…

  Belly

  Deep Throat D: Why are you always dogging me in public? I miss when we were cool, Cortez. But I get you wanna keep it low-key.

  Deep Throat D: I still got THAT for you, whenever you need it…

  As I swished around the Listerine in my mouth, I stared at the texts that bitch Dionne had sent me this morning. I hadn’t let her suck my dick since my last Golden Gloves fight which was almost two years ago, yet she still was trying to get me to fuck with her. That was the only reason I came at her ass the way I did, because she was a hoe, and that nigga Will didn’t wanna see the shit.

  He was the type of muthafucka to wanna fight you if you brought the shit up, and I wasn’t in a place in my life where I could go to jail again. Jail in boxing meant a title strip, and I’d be damned if all my handwork went to shit over some wide throat ass female and her love-sick ass boyfriend. All it would cause in the end is me killing Will’s ass, and it wasn’t worth it.

  “Baby, the food is ready! Come on!” Blaise scared the shit out of me, walking into the bathroom.

  Seeing her ass made me smile. She had her hair pulled back into one of them ball shits at the nape of her neck, so it was out of her face. Even though I hated them big ass circle things hanging in her ear, anything looked good on Blaise. Her white dress was hugging her shapely body, and the way my cheap ass bathroom light illuminated her already glowing ass brown skin was a fucking shame.

  “Come here,” I spoke lowly, pulling her into me. I didn’t care that she had that stupid shiny shit all over her full lips.

  “I made this big feast for breakfast, and you’re not going to eat it?” she asked in between kisses as I groped her.

  “Aight, lead the way.”

  “You’re not gonna put some clothes on? Or at least some bottoms?”

  “You not gon’ give me head at the table?”

  “No, crazy!” She laughed. “Now put something on, and I will be waiting for you in the kitchen.” She switched out with my eyes locked on her ass.

  “Could at least play with my balls while I grub,” I called after her as I left my bathroom to go put my boxers and jeans on. I slipped on my wife-beater, along with my socks and sneakers, then headed to the kitchen to see Blaise waiting for me with a smile.

  I went to sit down next to her, and after she prayed over the food for us, we dove into the pancakes, eggs, chicken sausage, biscuits, and fruit. I’d fucked plenty of females and none of them had ever cooked for me. I knew the fact that I rarely let them hoes stay the night had something to do with it, but shit, they could have at least offered on their way out.

  “So where are we going today?”

  “Barbecue close by. You gotta put on some shorts with that dress though,” I replied before putting my last piece of waffle into my mouth.

  “Shorts?”

  “Yeah, that shit you got on is too short. Them bicycle ones look cool with what you got on.”

  “Cortez, this dress does not look cute with bicycle shorts on. I’m gonna look like a little ass girl.”

  “That’s perfect. Then them niggas ain’t gon’ wanna fuck with you.”

  “Baby, I don’t have any bicycle shorts here though. And I’m pretty sure you don’t have any either.”

  “I got some basketball ones for you.” She stared at me so I stared back at her ass. “You can’t come with me in that shit as is, Blaise, nah. You gon’ have me killing my homeboys and shit. I fuck with them niggas. I ain’t trying to do that.”

  “Fine.” She rolled her eyes, so I kissed the corner of her mouth.

  Since we had some time, after I put my shirt on, we went by her crib so she could change her clothes. Her new dress came down to her knees but was still pretty tight. I wasn’t tripping though because I enjoyed looking at her sexy ass. And most of the niggas that would be at the hood barbecue knew what it was, but for the niggas that needed reminding, I had no problem solving that fucking issue.

  We made it to the homie Troy’s crib right around the corner from Rogers Park about forty-five minutes later since it was a little bit of traffic coming from Blaise’s. As I parked my whip, I saw it was packed the fuck out with a bunch of niggas in his front yard playing cards, eating, and just shooting the shit. I saw plenty of hoes too.

  “This is some real hood shit,” Blaise commented just before I got out of the car. I made it around to her side to help her out.

  “Told you. But ain’t nothing gon’ happen to you. I got you.”

  “I know.”

  Holding her hand, I led her across the street to where everybody was and began dapping up the niggas I knew before heading inside of the house.

  “Damn, Belly, who this?” Troy walked out of his kitchen just as Blaise and I entered the house.

  “My girl, Blaise. Blaise, this the homie, Troy.”

  “Nice to meet you.” Blaise smiled widely, making Troy raise his eyebrows before looking at me.

  “Nice, bruh,” was all he said before we both laughed. “Why you ain’t bring her homegirls?”

  “Nigga, yo’ baby mama is a basket case; ain’t nobody got time for that shit. Gon’ have me snapping her damn neck because you wanna fuck with other females.”

  “Shit, gone snap her fucking neck. Been tired of that bitch.” Troy paused then looked to Blaise before saying, “I ain’t no disrespectful ass nigga. I just call all females bitches.”

  “She already know. I been put her up on game.”

  “I know all Inglewood niggas are naturally disrespectful.” Blaise chuckled.

  “Just to the hoes, baby; not fine ass females like you,” I told her.

  “Exactly. Y’all can have some of this food. They ordered all this shit, and everybody needs to eat it.” Troy pointed behind himself to the kitchen.

  Blaise and I went to the kitchen to make plates of food, but since I was piling two up and her only one, she was finished before me and waiting.

  “You comfortable?” I inquired over my shoulder as I put another rib onto my plate.

  “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” She neared me and tilted her head back for a kiss, so I complied.

  We headed out to the front where the tables were, and everybody was chilling, eating, listening to music, and playing some sort of card game. I held one chair out for Blaise, then took the one adjacent to her before we began eating.

  “Aye, you’re Blaise. You got a baby with that producer nigga,” this whack ass muthafucka named Donovan called out from the table next to ours. “Five-Star, yeah.”

  “Nah, wrong person, muthafucka,” I interjected just as Blaise was about to speak. “This is Blaise, an actress and my girl.”

  “Oh, I know, I was just—”

  “All that other shit you talking ’bout gon’ get you fucked up, bruh.”

  After I stared his ass down for a little bit, he turned to Blaise, palming his chest. “My bad. I ain’t mean no disrespect, beautiful.”

&nbs
p; “It’s fine.” She sipped out of her water bottle.

  We continued eating, conversing with one another and a few people in earshot. Troy and this one bitch he was fucking, I guess, came to sit with us after a while.

  “Oh, hi.” Sienna appeared, taking the last seat at the small flimsy square table. “I thought you said you weren’t fucking him.” Her eyes were right on Blaise.

  “I lied, now what?” Blaise snapped.

  Shaking her head constantly, tears began to flow down Sienna’s cheeks in abundance, making me groan.

  “So when is her turn up, Cortez?”

  “Sienna, this ain’t the fucking time. Don’t piss me off. Get up out of here. I’ll holla at yo’ ass another time.”

  “You promise?” she whimpered.

  “Okay, I’m about to fuck her up, and you.” Blaise rose to her feet, taking her earrings off, so I got up too, forcing her to sit back down.

  POP! POP! POP! POP!

  Before I could say anything, an all-black whip appeared, rolling by slowly as hell. Suddenly, the back-passenger side window rolled down, and a nigga with a mask on put a gun out of the window then started blasting.

  Quickly, I threw Blaise down into the grass before getting on top of her and knocking the table over to block us and whomever else. Niggas were screaming and running as I damn near smothered my girl to make sure nothing even grazed her, because if it did, I was gon’ be on a fucking mission tonight.

  Finally, the bullets stopped, and I heard tires screech, so I slowly rose up off of Blaise, making sure she was good along the way. When I finally got to my feet, I saw them niggas were gone, so I helped her up and fixed the table as everyone kind of settled and calmed the fuck down. Turning my head every which a way, I saw nobody was hit, not even cry baby ass Sienna.

  “You know them niggas heard you was coming through.” This nigga Ronald looked to me.

  I already knew what was up. Niggas had been wanting to take me out ever since this boxing shit started blowing up for me.

  It was a known fact that once you got successful, to get yo’ ass out the hood, but this was where the fuck I was from. Shit, I still resided in Inglewood, but it seemed like every fucking day, the shit got more and more dangerous. I never understood the fucking hate. You’d think muthafuckas would be happy that a nigga made it out, but nah. I had a few that were, like the niggas here at the barbecue, but I knew half of them muthafuckas were showing fake love.

  “Come on.” I took Blaise’s hand and started back toward my whip across the street as Sienna called after me. As soon as we both got in the whip, I pulled off, putting my seat belt on, on the way. “Sorry about that bullshit.”

  “No need. I appreciate you for protecting me.”

  “That’s my fucking job.” I reached for her hand and kissed the palm of it.

  “So you plan to holla at that bitch later?” Blaise got right to it.

  “How the fuck we get from you thanking me to now questions about that bitch back at the barbecue?”

  “Because you said you was gon’ holla at her later, and I wanna make sure I understood you correctly.”

  “Yeah, I probably will.” I glanced her way. “You happy now?”

  She just shook her head as she stared out the window. We both didn’t say a word to one another, until I pulled up to my crib, and after I helped her out, she walked to the edge of the curb, swiping on her phone.

  “Blaise, come in the house.”

  “No, you can go holla at that bitch. I’m calling an Uber to come get me and take me home.”

  “Blaise, if you don’t get yo’ ass in the house, I’ll do the shit myself. I’m not in the mood for no bullshit.”

  When she gave me her middle finger over her shoulder, it took everything in me not to snatch that ball she had her hair in and fling her across the muthafuckin’ grass. Instead, I snatched her up and threw her over my shoulder, carrying her into my crib and then placing her to her feet.

  “I’m leaving! You gave me this whole stupid ass speech about how serious you were and how you wanted to meet my daughter!” She went off as I stood there, towering over her with my arms folded. “Yet now you plan to holla at that hoe! If that party wouldn’t have gotten shot up, I would have beat her ass! Now I’m gonna—”

  “Shut yo’ ass up.” I got in her face, and immediately, she stopped fucking talking. “When I said holla at her, I meant get her ass in check. You so fucking paranoid thinking every nigga is yo’ bitch-made ass baby daddy, but I’m gon’ tell you right now to cut that shit out, Blaise. I have no muthafuckin’ reason to spit game at yo’ ass. I been fucked, even raw dogged a few times, so what could I possibly be trying to get from you by lying to yo’ ass? I fuck with you, you my girl, and you the only bitch I give a fuck about.”

  She stayed silent for a few moments, her pretty face still knotted up. Eventually, it relaxed.

  “I’d rather you yell at me. It’s scarier when you talk so coolly.”

  We both chuckled before I pressed my lips against hers.

  “A nigga ain’t trying to get loud with you. You get loud enough for the both of us when I be digging you out.” I let my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

  “No I do not!”

  “Yeah you do, and I got some cheap ass walls in this house, so I know the neighbors be hearing yo’ ass.”

  “Fuck you.” She snickered.

  “Aight.” I swooped her and let her legs wrap around me.

  Using one hand, I loosened my belt and jeans, then pushed her panties to the side. She had my dick so hard that it was poking through my boxers, so only a slight movement had me out there. Pressing her firmly against the wall, I forced the head of my dick into her opening. Inhaling her whimpers and cries, I pushed the rest into her slippery snug walls.

  “Oh…” was all she got out before she fell silent, cupping the back of my head with her small hand as I pounded in and out of her.

  “Shit,” I grumbled, liking the way her pussy choked my shit.

  Gripping her ass cheeks roughly as fuck, I used my body to make her legs spread wider and hammered her pussy as hard as I could. She creamed down my shaft, but I continued, giving her deep ass strokes that forced her lips to part every time.

  “Cortez…” she whined, as I sucked her lips, still giving it to her.

  I was hitting it so hard you could hear, and I knew I was close as fuck to busting my nut.

  “You ain’t going no fucking where, Blaise. You understand?” I beat it up. Just as I pulled out slowly, she was releasing, her small shapely frame trembling as she did so. “Finish the job,” I commanded, helping her to her knees.

  Straight away, she took my dick into her mouth and began sucking me up. I grabbed the fuck out of that bun, making it unravel, then started fucking her face. I made sure to tilt her head back some so I could see her eyes, as she slurped and moaned on my dick while toying with my balls. She made sure to let me tap the back of her throat, and when she held it there for a few seconds, that shit took me out. After releasing all into her mouth, she took it down, then stood up slowly.

  “You forgive me?” she asked bashfully as if she hadn’t just sucked my dick like a porn star.

  “Fuck yeah.” I picked her up to carry her to the shower for round two.

  After we got out, we laid up in my bed. I gave her one of my t-shirts to sleep in because she told me she ain’t want to wear her gown shit.

  “You’re so handsome to be a fighter.” She trailed her finger over my chest as I channel surfed in the dark bedroom.

  “What, fighters are usually ugly or some shit?” I pressed my chin into my chest to look down at her.

  “No.” She laughed. “I just expect a lot of bruises and scars; that kind of stuff.

  “I get that occasionally, but not like I used to when I was first in this shit. I’ve learned to protect my mug a little better.”

  “Did this hurt?” She touched the bullet wound on my arm and then the one on my side.

  “Wa
nt me to show you?”

  “No, nigga! What the fuck!” She grinned widely, making me do the same.

  “Yeah, it definitely did. And worse than usual because I opted out of the medication for the shit, so even after they fixed me up, I was in a lot of pain all the time.”

  “Why did you opt out?”

  “Shit affects ya sperm count, and I can’t have that. I need to make sure every time I bust it’s potent.”

  “Yet you don’t want kids.”

  “I do, eventually… some day. I just want whomever I nut in to be somebody I can deal with and shit. Too many of the homies got crazy ass baby mamas. I already know myself. By the time my kid is two months, I’ll be driving that bitch down to a lake and being a single father.”

  Blaise laughed heartily, shaking her head.

  “You’d kill her. I’m sure my baby daddy wants to kill me; he actually told me he wanted to years ago after our child support fiasco.”

  She chuckled, but I couldn’t follow suit. I ain’t know much about that nigga Five-Star, but I’d heard through the grapevine that he was a flossy bitch. That was well before I started fucking with Blaise, but now that she was mine and I was developing some deep ass feelings for baby girl, I was gon’ keep an eye out. I’d never been in a relationship before, but I was pretty sure it was my job to beat his ass.

  “Nah, he won’t lay a hand on you.”

  “Does it bother you when people bring him up? Like at the party?” She looked up at me as she laid on my chest.

  “Not even a little bit. I just don’t like that nigga Donovan, and what he was saying was disrespectful as fuck. Acting like you one of them females who are only known for being a nigga’s baby mama. You got ya own shit popping.”

  “Thank you for seeing it that way. I feel like nobody does, and he only made it worse, portraying me as some slutty gold digger the whole time I was pregnant.”

  “That’s just how bitch ass niggas act when they know they can’t get that good shit no more.”

  “So if I break up with you, I’ll be a hoe then?” She chuckled, and so did I.

  “That pussy is good as shit, so even though I ain’t no bitch, I can’t make no promises. If you ain’t pregnant with my baby then, yeah, I’m calling you all types of hoes and thots.” I cheesed, and she did the same but rolled her eyes. “Nah, I’m fucking with you. But if I did get you pregnant, I wouldn’t disrespect you like that, even broken up, which won’t happen. And no other muthafucka will either.” I looked her over, admiring her full lips, brown skin, and messy, dark wavy hair. “I ain’t trying to break up though. I know if I recognize that you the shit, other muthafuckas will too.”