Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  I chuckled at the stuff he’d purchased and his question.

  “I wonder the same thing. Thank you, but I just have a stomach bug.” I stared at him for a moment then said, “I do want the waffle though.”

  “Aight.” He picked it up to take it to the kitchen to warm it, so I told him I’d be in my bedroom.

  “Thank you.” I smiled up at him when he entered my room with the plate and a glass of ice water.

  Kicking off his slides, he rounded my bed and got in on the other side. It was dark in here, because all the lights were off and only my huge TV was on, illuminating our faces and upper bodies.

  “I guess it’s good, huh?”

  “Yes. Thank you for making me two.” I chuckled because I was so happy to have them. I’d been craving them so much. “You don’t have to stay here; you can go. I’m sure you have other things or people you could be doing on a Saturday night.”

  He just looked at me as he leaned against my headboard. His strong arms had me turned on.

  “Nah, I wanna be doing this.”

  “You want to be laid up with sickly me, watching me eat, and not getting any sex?”

  “Whatever being with you is, that’s what the fuck I wanna do.” His eye contact was intense, so I turned away to grab my glass of water to hydrate myself. I continued eating my waffle, and I felt him touch my exposed thigh. “You’re beautiful as fuck, Blaise.”

  “Cortez, don’t.” I ate the last slice and placed the plate on my nightstand where my water glass was. “I don’t want your compliments or your gifts; it won’t get you anywhere.”

  “I see you wearing my gifts on social media.”

  “How? I blocked you.”

  “I made Manny follow yo’ ass so I can see ya stories and shit. Pretty ass.” He gripped my thigh with his warm hand, and I moved it.

  “Like I said, none of it will help you.”

  “I compliment you because what I’m saying is facts, Blaise. I buy you gifts and shit because I love you and enjoy spoiling the woman I love.”

  “You don’t know what love is. You just think you love me, but if you did, we wouldn’t be here.”

  “I know you feel that way, and it’s understandable, but baby, I do love you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t be working so hard to have yo’ ass back. I messed up some good shit, great shit, and the thought of not getting it back is fucking with me.” He took my hand to kiss it, and once done, I pulled away slowly.

  “You don’t want a relationship, so why not take this opportunity to be free?” I finally looked at him.

  “I don’t wanna be free. I wanna do shit like this.”

  I stared into his eyes to see if he was lying, but they appeared to be honest. I didn’t want him pulling me back in.

  “How many times did you cheat on me? Be honest.”

  “Once. Cadence was it.”

  “You like her or something?”

  “I did, but that wasn’t why, baby. It could have been any bitch that night. I ain’t got no type of connection or no bullshit like that with her. She was there, I was on one, so I fucked her.”

  “So every time you get on one, you’re just going to sleep with another bitch?”

  “Nah. It was a mistake, and you learn from mistakes, which I did. And I ain’t need you to leave me to know it was a mistake; I felt the shit right away. You finding out and not fucking with me only made it worse.” He leaned up to kiss on my neck and added, “I miss you.”

  Before I could say anything, his phone began ringing in between us, and I looked to see Megyn’s name pop up.

  I sucked my teeth and shook my head.

  “I honestly hate you.” I ran my fingers through my hair before covering my face.

  He moved one hand from my face and sat up some to kiss the corner of my mouth.

  “Don’t trip off her or any other female, Blaise. They don’t mean shit. You know I’ll cut ’em all off once you say word.” He planted kisses on my neck.

  His phone began ringing again, and of course, it was her.

  “Let me answer your phone then.”

  “Go ahead.” He moved back some so I could grab it. I was only talking out of my ass; I didn’t expect him to agree. He probably thought I wouldn’t do it, so I smirked, tapping the green button.

  “Hello?” I answered, leaning back against my headboard. Belly reached under my shirt to rub my stomach gently with his big hand. It caught me off guard because he knew nothing of the baby. It felt good though, so I didn’t stop him.

  “Uh… umm, who is this?” Megyn quizzed.

  “This is Blaise.” I looked down when Belly kissed my stomach a few times, then moved to my inner thigh.

  “Oh, I-I didn’t know he… was umm—”

  “You can speak to him if you’d like. He’s not my man or anything anymore.” I laughed lowly because I was sure she was confused.

  “Yeah, that’d be nice. Thank you.”

  Belly gave me a look as he removed my panties. I was trying to stop him, but he was too quick.

  “Here, she wants to talk.” I reached the phone down to him, but he ignored me, gripping my thighs as they sat on his shoulders, before sucking my clit. “Cor-Cortez, ta-take the ph-one,” I moaned, even though I tried not to.

  We made eye contact as he passionately ate my pussy, slightly pushing my thighs toward my body for more access. I came just that quickly, so he slipped his tongue into my opening, then brought it back up to tease my bud some more. He dove back in, making my legs shake, and before I knew it, I was cumming yet again.

  He came up for air and tongued me down nastily, sucking my lips here and there. Finally, he took the phone from my hand; hell, I’d completely forgotten that I had it.

  I tapped the speakerphone button, just before he said, “Aye, Megyn. I’m busy right now. Why you blowing me up? We discussed that, that shit wasn’t cool.”

  “What are you busy doing? You said you may see me tonight.”

  After putting my panties back on, I tried to get out of the bed, but Belly pulled me back down into his lap.

  “I was eating pussy.”

  My mouth fell open at his answer, and I’m sure hers did too, judging by the silence on the other end of the phone. He crashed his lips against my collarbone and neck, as he held me in his lap, awaiting her response.

  “Wow. So you tell me that maybe you’ll come see me tonight, just to be over there—”

  “I’ll send him to you now. I don’t want him here anyway. Goodnight.” I’d taken the phone and hung up.

  I hopped from his lap and went to the bathroom to turn the shower on. Just as I began to undress, Belly entered and grabbed the toothbrush he left here so he could brush his teeth.

  I finished washing off and then spread body butter all over my frame before going to my bedroom. I thought Belly was gone, but he was lying in my bed, looking through Netflix. I dropped my towel to put on some new underwear and then grabbed a short silk sleep dress to put on. I smirked, knowing Belly was watching me closely.

  “You mad?” he quizzed me as I climbed onto the bed.

  “Nope.” I got under the covers.

  “You know I don’t give a fuck about her, right? Just something to pass the time for me.”

  “I know.”

  He pulled me into him, kissing my nose and said, “Then take me back, Blaise.”

  “I can’t. I don’t trust you.”

  I turned my back to him, and he hugged me from behind, kissing the nape of my neck after moving my hair.

  “I love you.”

  “You don’t have to stay, Cortez. You have willing vagina waiting on you. She really likes you; I can tell by her tone and actions, on and off social media.”

  “She ain’t never posted me on no fucking social media. And I don’t want willing pussy, I want this one.” He slipped his hand between my legs but I moved it.

  His embrace felt so warm and safe, that was the only reason I hadn’t made him release me. He smel
led good too.

  “No, she doesn’t post you, but she hints at it. And this vagina isn’t willing. It’s closed down and probably never reopening.” I looked over my shoulder at him.

  “That’s my favorite kind of pussy.”

  We both burst into laughter at his response.

  “Your favorite pussy is pussy you’ll never get again?”

  “Whatever pussy you got is my favorite. The taste too; I love that shit.” He stared down into my eyes lustfully, licking his lips, and it turned me on.

  “No, move.” I turned my head back around when he attempted to kiss me.

  “I made you two waffles in the middle of the fucking night, and I ate yo’ pussy. You gon’ give me a kiss, Blaise.” He gripped my jaw and turned my head gently before forcing his juicy lips against mine.

  My clit started to throb, which annoyed me. I could never kiss Belly and not get horny. Even his pecks felt too good at times.

  As he kissed me, sucking my lips and letting his tongue dance around mine, I tried to act uninterested, but the moan that burst through my lips proved otherwise.

  “Goodnight.” I finally pulled away, and he sighed before letting his head plop on the pillow.

  “You driving me fucking crazy, Blaise.”

  Ignoring him, I drifted off to sleep with him caressing my aching stomach. At least he was good for something. And the next morning, he made Island and I breakfast before I kicked his ass out.

  A few days later…

  “Okay, so this will be your wardrobe for this week’s scenes. Your style is sexy and high fashion, even when you’re just going to the damn gas station.” The stylist for the show Streets, Rose, explained to me as she showed the clothes on the racks.

  I was cast as a love interest for Romelo’s character, and if I did well, I could become a series regular instead of just a seasonal one. I planned to act my ass off, because the pay was very nice, and so was the exposure, considering the show was a major hit.

  Romelo played a top heroin kingpin named Jermaine Porter, and this season I would be his little girlfriend named Crissi. I was excited as hell, and Romelo was too, but for other reasons.

  “Great. These are some cute things,” I replied to Rose.

  “Yeah, and you’ll fit right in with Crissi’s style because you’re a very good dresser. So if you don’t have any questions, you’re free to go, Blaise.”

  “Nope, I’m good. Thank you.”

  Rose hugged me, and as she left, I began sifting through the clothes more. I heard someone come in the large room, and when I looked toward the door, I saw Romelo.

  Romelo was definitely handsome and very sexy. He had smooth caramel skin, curly brown hair, an extremely nice build and sexy lips. Not to mention he was a great actor. His role as Jermaine made him even sexier.

  “I can’t wait for Jermaine to meet Crissi.” He licked his lips, smiling widely and showing off his deep dimples.

  “Oh yeah? Why?” I chuckled.

  “You know why. I’m anxious as fuck to start shooting with you. I had no idea you were auditioning for the show. I would have put a good word in so you wouldn’t have had to audition.” He walked closer to me.

  “Thank you, but I like working for my roles. And I got it anyway, see.”

  “You did. Great job.” He adjusted his baseball cap. “So look, Blaise, you know I like you and—”

  “Oh, you do? I had no idea.”

  We chuckled in unison.

  “Yeah… I do. So maybe we can go out for dinner or something like that. I’m down for whatever you wanna do.” He bit down on his lip.

  “I don’t know. I’m not really in the dating mood, if that makes sense. I’m trying to stay focused. I’ve dated enough for this year.”

  “Yeah, but you ain’t ever dated Romelo.” He palmed his chest. “And aye, no pressure. If you go out with me and you don’t like me as much as I like you, we can go back to being cool.”

  “You promise?”

  “I do, but I highly doubt you won’t like the kid.”

  He cheesed, so I couldn’t help but to do the same. I was going to go out with him, but only so I could put an end to his attempts of trying to get with me. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, obviously, or that I didn’t like his personality; it’s just now wasn’t a good time. And I honestly wasn’t in the mood to date or meet anyone new. I was more focused on Island, my new baby, and work, nothing else. Plus, with me being pregnant, I wasn’t exactly a great candidate for a new relationship.

  “Okay, we can go out.”

  “Cool.” He retrieved his iPhone and then handed it off to me to type my number in. Once I did, he called me so I’d have his.

  As Romelo walked me to my car, I kept checking my phone to see if Belly had texted me. He usually would have by now, or called, but there was nothing. Why did I even care?

  Once I was in my car and about to leave the set, I couldn’t help it, so I dialed his ass.

  “Baby—”

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed at him once he answered.

  “I was taking a nap.”

  “For what?”

  “I’ve been training since 7 a.m., Blaise—”

  “You usually would contact me by now. So what, you think what you’ve done so far is good enough?”

  He was quiet, trying to get his thoughts together, I guess. I could hear how tired he was in his voice.

  “Baby, I was tired. I was taking a fucking nap. We can talk right now though—”

  “No, I don’t want to talk to you, nigga. I was just saying! Bye!” I hung up then started my car.

  I saw he was calling me back, but I was a little afraid to answer since I’d hung up on him, so I ignored it. I stopped by my mother’s house to get Island and then headed home after a quick grocery trip. When I walked into the lobby of my building, I saw Belly standing up from the couch in there. Smoothly, he walked over to me.

  “’Sup, pretty girl.” He dropped down to smile at Island, who gave him one back shyly as she clutched her doll. He took her small hand to kiss it then stood up to look down into my face. “Who the fuck you hanging up on, Blaise?”

  “Nobody. The call dropped.” I wasn’t about to get smart with a nigga who drove all the way over here to press me.

  “Do that shit again, and I’m gon’ fuck you up.”

  “I won’t be doing it again because I won’t be calling you, nigga!” I couldn’t help the anger. His handsome face even annoyed me.

  “Well guess what?” He got down into my face.

  “What?” I frowned as hard as I could, stretching my neck a little.

  He kissed me deeply and slowly before pulling back. And then… he just left. If I didn’t have Island, I would have punched him in the back…

  This baby was making me a little bit crazy.

  Will

  “Aight, and do that one more time, but we gon’ get it from this angle over here,” I said to Belly.

  We were taking some more promotional shots for his match with Sully that was coming up. Nowadays, I didn’t have as much time to shoot other people, so I was mainly focused on Belly; that’s where most of my cash was coming from anyways.

  “Mr. Dade, a visitor is here to see Mr. Khalil.” One of my assistants, Terri, walked up on me. I looked over my shoulder to see some woman carrying a bunch of bags.

  “Okay, I got it. Y’all fix him up and get things back perfect again.”

  “Will do.”

  I headed over to the woman, who gave me a quick smile, so I returned it. She had to be in her mid-forties, but she looked pretty up to date for her age.

  “I’m Will Dade, and we’re kind of in the middle of something. Is there a message I can give Cortez?”

  “No. He told me I could come here, and it’d be fine.”

  “Aight. What’s your name?”

  “Joan.”

  I walked Joan over, and once Belly saw her, he came off the set and led her to the seating area. I followed, simply
because I was curious as to what the fuck she was here for and who she was.

  “Okay, so I got a couple things from a few places. Everything is brand new and not even on the website or shelves yet. A few things were in the window. I looked up Blaise’s style on Instagram, so I think she’ll love these things.” Joan began pulling stuff from the bags, and I noticed it was some luxury items: purses, shoes, and some accessories.

  “I don’t know anything about the female side of this shit. But a lot of this is sexy, so have them wrap it up nicely and send it to her,” Belly explained.

  “Yes, sir. She should have it by this evening.”

  I watched Joan pack up the Chanel, Gucci, and Fendi shit, before floating out of the room. I had no problem with a man buying his girl nice shit, but Belly didn’t know he was buying this for a skeezer. He was usually up on game when it came to hoes, but I understood he was blinded by love.

  “I see you being generous,” I commented.

  “Just a little something. That’s my baby. Let’s hurry up and finish this shit; a nigga gotta get to training.”

  “Aye, man. Let me talk to you for a minute.” I stopped him when he was about to stand up.

  “What’s up?” He was already frowning.

  “So umm, I heard some things, and I just thought I’d come to you and let you know what they were.”

  “So what the fuck you heard? Quit beating around the bush.”

  Inhaling sharply, I replied, “I heard Blaise is a come-up type female. Like, she fucks with niggas who got a lot bread, and only because of that. And I see you’re spending money on her, so I just want you to know that she ain’t what you think she is.”

  His brows dipped, and he cocked his head slightly as he stared me down.

  “I’m tempted to knock you the fuck out, but since we somewhat cool, I’m gon’ chill for the moment. You don’t know shit about my girl, and I don’t give a fuck what you think you heard.”

  “Cortez, bruh, I know this shit is hard to hear—”