“Umm. Yeah. Umm. Right.” She moaned, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“For real, baby.” He stroked. “Damn, you feeling warm. Why this pussy feel so good, baby? Huh? What you been doing?” he gripped both ass cheeks and drove in deeper.
“Um. Um. Um. Umm.” She let out as he dug into her, causing their headboard knock against the wall.
“Gimme kiss.” He demanded, before she opened her mouth taking in his tongue.
The kiss was deep and caused him to go buck wild on the pussy. They were slapping skins and howling, despite the fact there were others right in the next room.
“Damn, baby.” He got out, completely out of breath after busting his last nut.
“That was the shit wasn’t it?” she giggled as she rested her head on his chest.
“Most def.”
For a few seconds they both lay in silence, while both of their bodies drenched in sweat. Finally, he broke the silence. “Ay, mama.”
“Hmm?” she asked as she lazily lifted her head.
“When are you going to give me a baby?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Naw, don’t do me like that. Tell me when.”
“I don’t know, bae. I mean, what, you just want me to throw down the birth control and get started now?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Why not?”
She buried her face in his chest. “Oh, God.” She looked up at him. “You realize that we have plenty of time, right?”
“Yeah, but I want one now.”
“Or two.”
“Or two?”
“Yeah, you know that twins run in my family. So, there’s a highly likely chance that I’d have two babies. Are you ready for that?”
“Yeah.” He answered with no hesitation.
She shook her head and laughed. She couldn’t believe that he was serious. “Okay, can you at least give me a couple of months? And then I’ll stop taking the pill.”
He sighed. “Alright, man. But all you getting is two months three at the max.”
******
“Uh, baby look at these Gucci shoes.” Ryan pointed excitedly as she eyed another pair of shoes she wanted Desmond to buy her.
They were shopping out in Houston in the Galleria Mall. Every time he traveled to the city to re-up he’d take her shopping.
“Then get ‘em, mama.” He told her as he texted on his Sidekick. When it came to clothes and shoes he never told her no. Whatever she wanted was hers.
“And can I get those Prada tennis too?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Thank you.” She kissed his cheek. She loved how he had bottomless pockets when it came to her. She loved how he was a paid nigga that balled out of control. She loved that niggas tucked their tails in his presence. She loved how he ran shit. She just loved him; period.
“It’s nothing.” He smiled. He loved how she’d always thank him. He knew so many niggas in the game that complained about their women becoming ungrateful and expecting everything to be handed to them. She never acted that way and he knew in his heart that she’d stay down even if he didn’t have a dime to his name. Hell, when they met he didn’t have shit.
“Why you going to sleep on me?” he questioned as he drove down I-10. They were headed back home, after tearing down the mall.
Ryan could barely keep her eyes open. “Baby, I’m just so tired.” She yawned.
“From what? You aint did shit.”
She laughed. “Shopping is exhausting, nigga. And I can’t wait to go to school to stunt on them hoes.”
“So, that’s the only reason you go to school, to stunt?” he questioned with raised brow.
She shook her head. “Not at all.” She turned serious. “I go because I can’t get how we grew up out of my mind. I never want to live like that again. All those fucking nights of starving and not knowing where we were going to lay our heads. I can’t go through that shit, and whenever we do have kids I never want them to experience it, either.”
“Baby, I feel you on that shit. I think that I’d rather die first. Straight up. The hell with being broke.”
“I know. That’s why I’m gonna be a lawyer.”
“Then a lawyer you shall be. I know that you can do anything you put your mind to. I believe in you, even if I don’t believe in shit else.”
He heart skipped a beat as she heard those words. “Aw, that was so sweet.” She cooed.
He blushed. She had him so open and that’s why he liked to keep her separate from the other shit in his life. Even though, she was willing to ride with him all the way, he didn’t want her around those niggas he got money with. She was his only weakness and the moment any person with two eyes saw them together they knew it too.
Ryan was about to open her mouth to say something when she heard her song on the radio. “Don’t you feel the magic? The mystery’s in the air. Let’s go down to lover’s lane, with the love we shared…”
“Oh, this my shit.” She turned up the volume, before gazing over at him. She couldn’t help but sing to her baby. “I can see you standing there alone. Like an angel, trying to find his way home. I don’t remember how we fell apart. Here we go again come on, right into my heart…”
“Baby, you murdering that Mary J.” he teased.
She laughed. “I know we’ve been here before. Some candle lights and you, walking softly through my door-or.”
“You silly, man.”
They rode and talked all the way. Just when Desmond was exiting the freeway to go home his cell went off.
“Ay.” he spoke into the phone.
“De-De, where you at?” BG questioned.
“I’m just getting back in the city. Why, what’s up?”
“Bruh, I need to talk to you. Can you swing by my crib?”
“Can this wait? I need to stop by my house first.” He said not wanting to bring Ryan along.
“Naw, bruh. This shit is important.”
“Alright, man. I’m on my way.”
Ryan could tell that something wasn’t right. “What just happened?”
“Man, this nigga talking about he need to tell me something important.”
“He didn’t say what it is?”
He shook his head. “Now, you know we don’t talk over the phone.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right.” She tooted her lips sarcastically.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into BG’s driveway. Desmond called him on his cell. “Ay, come outside.”
BG opened his front door and stepped out. He cautiously peered around, before going over to De-De’s car. He bent over so that he was eye level with him. “What’s up, bruh?” he asked as he and De-De clasped hands. He looked over at Ryan. “Oh, I aint see you right ‘chere. What’s up, Ryan?”
“Say, get to the point.” De-De snapped. BG was a pretty Creole dude that women fell all over. He loved to flirt, but that wasn’t what De-De was tripping on. BG was a grimy nigga, and he didn’t want him getting acquainted with his woman.
“Okay, bruh.” BG frowned. “Botany just got busted at the spot.”
De-De rubbed his chin. “When was this?”
“Just a few hours ago, but the streets is already talking. They saying that Droopy is a snitch.”
He shook his head. “I told that nigga Botany to keep that snake out of the grass.”
“Yeah, I know. But they been good since elementary. He didn’t think he’d do him that.”
“Yeah, alright. Well, uh, find out if he got his bail money together and then get back with me.”
******
“Damn, I got a taste for some fine dining type shit.” Ryan announced as she, LaPorsha, and Yvette cruised the streets in her car.
“I know. I remember the last time my mama took me to the Cheesecake Factory. That food was so muthafuckin good.” Yvette rubbed her flat stomach.
“Shit, yall wanna go there right now?” Ryan questioned.
“Girl, we aint got money like that right
now.” LaPorsha spoke up.
Ryan shrugged. “I got it.”
“For all of us?” Yvette asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well, let’s go.” LaPorsha laughed.
It wasn’t long before they were sitting at a table, digging in some mouthwatering seafood. They had ordered appetizers, the main course, and dessert. Money wasn’t a thing in Ryan’s life and she didn’t mind being generous.
“Umm, not to be in your business or anything, but how in the hell did you luck up on nigga that tricks like this?” Yvette asked that burning question. She knew Ryan through LaPorsha, so they’d only hung a handful of times. She really didn’t know much about her, but it was obvious that her man was taking care of her very well.
“Aint no tricking going on with my man. He’s just grinding. He’s knows that we gotta eat so he makes it happen.” Ryan told her. She was used to broads wanting to be all in her business. She stood out in her foreign car and expensive clothes. She had a hood swag with runway style, so it was obvious that she was a ghetto girl on the come up.
“I hear you, but if your man got it like that…you aint a little scared to roll around? I mean, it seems like he’s getting some real money and in most cases niggas be waiting to come get it. That kind of shit don’t cross your mind?”
“I know how grimy niggas are, so we keep a tight circle. We don’t have muthafuckas running in and out of our crib. We don’t shit where we lay our heads.”
Yvette nodded. “I feel that, but what about niggas that wanna rob him? You don’t think that somebody would get at you just to get to him?”
Ryan thought for a few seconds. “Yeah, I thought about that.” She hated to admit that. “But that’s why I pack a cute .45.” she giggled.
“Girl, you better than me, cause I’m too scared to fuck with a nigga in that life. I mean, when you deal with niggas pushing major weight they attract some major enemies. My fucking cousin got her head blown off fucking with a nigga in the game. Just a month later he was shacked up with another bitch.”
Ryan stared down at her plate, as she played with her food with her fork. “That’s fucked up.”
She loved her life. It was glamorous. She had all the material possessions girls her age all dreamed about. She hit up the beauty shop once a week and wore the same designer clothes as the celebrities on TV. Hell, being with Desmond made her feel like a star, a celebrity of some sort. Being a ghetto celebrity was all fine by her, but she hated when those fears crept into her mind. She’d seen a few people lose their lives or love ones to the game, but the allure of the game was so strong that she couldn’t leave it alone. She, Desmond, and her brother lived fast and she loved that, but sometimes the “what ifs” kept her up at night.
******
De-De sat in his car waiting on Botany. They were meeting on a back street off of MLK. It was a little past twelve and he was late.
“The fuck this nigga at?” he mumbled to himself. He hated waiting.
Just when he was about to pick up his cell to call he spotted Botany’s Buick pull up behind him. Botany quickly hopped out and walked over to his car and slid in on the passenger’s side.
“What up, Bee?” he asked Bryan, who was sitting in the driver’s seat.
“’Sup my nigga.” Bryan nodded his head.
Botany turned to the backseat and looked at De-De. “What’s good, bruh? Why you sitting in the back?”
De-De grabbed the bridge of his nose. “So, tell me what happened. How did the spot get shook?”
“Bruh, the rollers got signed affidavits from the nigga Droopy, pointing the finger at you, me, and Bee.”
De-De shook his head as he let out a pissed off chuckle. “The same nigga I told you to keep away from the spot, huh?”
“Yeah, bruh, that was my bad. I take full responsibility for that shit.” Botany claimed, trying to make things right, knowing that he was wrong.
De-De nodded while Bryan said nothing. “That’s what’s up, man. It takes a real ass nigga to admit when they fuck up. But the thing is…it’s too late for apologies.” He lifted his silencer, aiming the gun between his eyes. Botany’s eyes grew two sizes larger as he watched De-De pull the trigger. BLUP!
Blood splattered on Bryan’s shirt as Botany’s limp body slumped over on to him. “Damn, nigga. I just bought this muthafuckin, shirt.”
“Get another one.” De-De shrugged, as he whipped out his cell. “Ay, it’s clean up time.” He spoke into his phone, before hanging up.
Minutes later, Boo pulled up next to them and they quickly traded cars, without saying a word. He was a man of few words. He ran a mortuary and could make anybody disappear, literally. The only thing he required was cold cash and he’d take the problem off your hands.
“You made sure to call him on the throwaway, huh?” Bryan asked, assuring that there were no loose ends.
“Yeah, I got this. Now let’s make it over to our boy Droopy’s house. I hear his bitch is there too.” De-De chided, as he loaded a .357, while Bryan drove.
Bryan shook his head. “You make this shit seem too easy, dog.”
Chapter 3
“Baby, I’m late.” Ryan whined.
“That’s okay, I got you.” Desmond whispered as he deep stroked her.
It was nine in the morning and her class had just started. She’d awakened on time, but her man woke up at the same time with a hard-on. Therefore, he rolled over on to her and wasn’t thinking about letting her go.
Desmond’s balls loudly slapped against her pussy’s lips. Since it was early the house was quiet and their sex seemed louder.
She contorted her neck so that they could indulge in a kiss, while he hit it sideways from the back. “Umm.” She moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
They had always been very sexually active, but as of late Desmond couldn’t get enough. It was just something different about her pussy, but he couldn’t quite place a finger on it.
“Baby, I really gotta go. I got a test in my next class-assssss.” She hissed as he hit her spot.
“Cum for me, mama. Cum for me.” He urged as he slid in and out of her.
“Oh God. Oh God.” She squeezed her eyes tight, as she climaxed all over him.
“That’s right. Get that shit off.” He pumped, until his body stiffened and released inside of her.
“Whuff.” She sighed. “That was so good.”
“I know.” he smiled as he rolled over and his dick slithered out of her. “Damn, I almost don’t feel like getting up.”
She placed her head on his chest. “Where are you going?”
“To handle some business.”
“I guess.” She huffed.
“Yeah, but I need you to stay at the crib today.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Cause, I’m only gonna be gone for a hour and when I come back I want you in the bed naked.”
“But what about my test?”
“Don’t you have make-ups and shit?”
“Yeah.” She sighed.
“Alright, then. Chill out. Missing this one time aint gon kill you. I just want you home. Can you do that for me?”
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Okay, man.” Sometimes Desmond went through fazes where he liked to be up under her. It was usually after some serious shit had gone down in the streets. She knew that she was his stress reliever, and if she had to sacrifice her grades every once in a while, then so be it.
“That’s what I thought.” He teased as he placed a sloppy kiss on her lips. “Muah. I gotta go.” He lifted out of bed.
“Don’t take all day, nigga. Got me missing class and shit.”
“Shut up, with ya nappy headed ass.” He jabbed.
“Nigga, I know your seedy head ass aint talking.” She sat up in bed.
“Yeah, I am, fat girl.”
Her mouth fell open.
“Aw, don’t look surprised. You know you been on a seafood diet lately. Eat everything you fucking see.” He howled w
ith laughter.
“Alright, alright. I see how you playing it. Well, let’s see how many niggas want a piece of my fat ass.”
His smile quickly faded. “Don’t get fucked up.”
“Anhaha.” She teased as she stuck her tongue out. “You aint like that, huh?”
He knelt down and picked up a pillow off the floor. “Fuck you, girl.” He hit her with the pillow.
“Stop it.” She giggled. “With ya hoe ass.”
“My hoe ass, huh?” he furrowed his brows, and began tickling her.
“Stooooop!” she squealed.
“No.” he refused, kissing her face. “Tell me you love me.”
“No.” she poked out her bottom lip, as he continued to tickle her.
“Tell me,” he urged.
“Okay,” she tittered. “I love you. I…love you Desmondddd.”
He kissed her one last time, with a grin. “I know.”
“Whatever,” she huffed, as he stood.
He turned to head out of the door, but then stopped and faced her. “Ryan,”
“Huh?” she arched a brow.
He chuckled a bit. “I love the shit out of yo ass.”
The warmth of his words embraced her, and she could feel the love in the air. It was almost whimsical. “I know, daddy. Just make it back to me in one piece.”
He nodded. She watched as he dressed, before he glanced at her one last time. “I’ll always make it back to you.” He promised, before making an exit.
Desmond stepped into the hallway and ran smack dab into Tricie. She was another one of Bryan’s broads and she was his favorite. She was around more often than the rest and Ryan even liked her.
“My bad, Tricie.” He laughed, as he stepped around her.
“That’s alright. My girl in there?” Tricie questioned.
“Yeah her ass is in there.” Desmond nodded, before heading out the front door.
Tricie stepped into Ryan’s room. “Hey, big head ass girl.”
Ryan had just pulled a t-shirt over her head. “Where you been at?” she asked as she climbed underneath the covers on her bed.
“Shit, working.” Tricie sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Bitch, you aint been working that damn much. You could’ve swung by to kick it with me.” Ryan playfully kicked her through the covers.
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