Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  Rafi: Aye you been tested recently?

  My heart dropped at the sight of his question. I didn’t need to read anymore to know why he was asking, because I knew. However, I continued.

  Yesenia: No. Why?

  Rafi: Because my bitch caught some shit! I swear to God if you got anything it’s a fucking wrap for yo’ career!

  Yesenia: Rafi I don’t have anything, I’m sure. But if I do, I got it from you since you’re the only nigga I’m fucking.

  Rafi: I better be.

  “What are you doing?” I heard Yesenia’s voice as I backed away from her computer. “This is my private shit.” She slammed the top of the laptop down.

  “You lying hoe!” I hollered, wrapping my hands around her neck, squeezing as hard as I could as she fell backwards onto the mixing board.

  As soon as she reached for my hair to pull, I heard the door burst open and some male voices before I was peeled off of her.

  “You’ve been fucking this bitch!” I screamed so loudly that my own ears rang when I spotted Rafi, holding me.

  “No, I ain’t fucking nobody!”

  “I saw the messages!” I cried. “It’s no telling who you got this fucking STD from!” I barked, taking off on him.

  Grabbing my wrists, he forced them downward, rushing me into the wall. The look on his face was one of a serial murderer.

  “Like I told yo’ ass before, I ain’t got shit.” He then leaned to whisper in my ear, “Don’t ever bring yo’ foolish ass up here spreading lies about my personal life. We clear?”

  “I’m fucking done! I’m done with your ass, I swear!” I snatched from him, and he backed away.

  “Get yo’ ass out then,” he retorted, surprising me. “Be done with my money too, Priscilla.” He sat down, intertwining his fingers under his chin as he stared at me right along with Yesenia and his two flunky homies.

  My eyes landed on one of the expensive speakers on a stand as I was leaving, so I pushed that shit to the ground, cracking it, and making Rafi yell and complain as I rushed out.

  Aggravated, I drove around for a while, not knowing what to do with myself. My life had blown up in a matter of a week.

  Feeling stupid and betrayed, I drove to Will’s studio, hoping he’d be there. If he was, I was going to fuck him now that my little problem had cleared.

  I didn’t want to do this to Dionne, but I was hurt and needed to get back at Rafi, even if it was for my own mental only. I couldn’t sleep with some random, and I hated my ex-boyfriend, so Will was all I had left. Plus, I found him sexy and had thought about what his dick was like a few times.

  “Priscilla.” Will opened the door. His studio was closed at the moment since it was about 7 p.m.

  “Hey.” I slipped in, smiling.

  “Aye, umm, I never got to apologize to you about what I said about your relationship. I was just—”

  “It’s fine. I’m not tripping off of Rafi and what he does.” I took a seat on one of the prop couches he used for photoshoots done here. “Come sit.” I patted the cushion beside me.

  Will did as I’d told him.

  “I don’t mind you coming through, but what you doing here?”

  “Was just passing through and figured I’d come visit you. Nichole isn’t here anywhere, is she?” I playfully looked around as he chuckled.

  I admit I was more than bothered seeing him with Nichole. I already didn’t like her because I felt like she was jealous of Blaise. So much so that every time Blaise went somewhere with her, it worried me to death. Nichole was the type to have Blaise murdered out of envy, and that scared me. So on top of my dislike for her, she was with a man I think I liked. Not to mention, she had a whole boyfriend in Ian Bradshaw.

  “Nah, I don’t fuck with her like that no more.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, took her out to Georgia with me, and literally less than an hour after I hit, she tried to fuck Belly.”

  “I think I’m more surprised that you’re surprised. She has a boyfriend, who isn’t you.”

  “True… I mean, I knew what type she was, I just ain’t think she was that scandalous.” He checked his AP watch. “But um, I have to be somewhere soon.”

  “Where? It’s night time.”

  “Night time photoshoot.” He nodded, eyes bouncing around.

  “I see. I guess I can chill with you another time.” I started to get up, but he grabbed my arm.

  “Nah, stay. It can wait.”

  When he pulled me back, I fell into his lap, so I turned to straddle him. His hands went to my hips as my hands went to his face to kiss his supple lips. Running my fingers over his soft hair, I let my tongue tangle with his. It was dark, but he had a large lava lamp going.

  I began to grind on him as he rubbed up my shirt, and like the last time, I felt nothing. Not wanting to give up, I let him take my blouse off, thinking maybe he needed more. Men were visual when it came to sex, so a lot of times they needed to see things to get turned on. Once my bra was off and his mouth was on my nipples, I grinded my body on him again but… nothing.

  Pulling away, I got out of his lap, despite his hand still being on my hip, attempting to stop me.

  “We don’t have to. I’m sorry I came onto you like this.”

  “I want to though.” He kissed me deeply.

  “Then why aren’t you hard yet?”

  “I’ve been stressing is all. It happens when I work too much.”

  “Oh, so it’s not me. Good.” I looked away for a moment. “So what do you do when this happens? Like, how do you fix it?”

  “It has to fix itself. But we can try something else.”

  “Okay.”

  He reached under my skirt to pull on my panties, so I lied back. Getting down off of the couch, he buried his face between my legs to suck on my clit. I relaxed, letting my head fall back as his tongue made moves around my pussy. I thought I would feel horrible allowing another man to touch me, but I was feeling just fine. My body tensed up, and I grabbed his short curly fade roughly as I released. Once I caught my breath, he went in again, making me cum quicker this time.

  “Is that good for right now?” He kissed my inner thigh, and I nodded, still panting.

  Head wasn’t as good as dick, but it did the trick for the night.

  Belly

  “For this fight against Mason Strauss, they’re charging TV watchers a hefty fee. You’ve come a long way from not even having televised fights to now this. So the contract here is for 100 million dollars, meaning about 8 million per fight,” Carson explained to me, palming the paper.

  “And what they get out of it?”

  Currently, Carson and I were at Avenue Productions headquarters. They were a new independent sports television network who’d recently seen a major growth spurt within media and exposure. They were everywhere and a big name in sports broadcasting as of late.

  “The network wants exclusivity of your fights. A lot of TV stations aren’t going to cover boxing any longer after a while, so this deal is great, Cortez.”

  “Let the lawyer look over it, and then when I get every word back in layman’s terms, I’ll decide.” I stood up.

  “Fair enough. Remember though, eight million dollars per fight. This is the type of deal we’ve been working all this time for. And the pay will only increase as you get and do better.”

  “I hear you. Calm yo’ ass down.” I chuckled, walking out with Carson on my heels. This nigga was always nervous about some shit, hence all the blood pressure medicine he had to pop.

  Carson let me know the lawyer would have the documents read over in a few days, and then we could meet in person for him to give me his verdict. Even though I was playing it cool, deep down I hoped this shit was a legit deal and not some bullshit that was trying to fuck me over. Making eight million dollars a fight was for damn sure a plus, but like with anything, more money meant more problems. But until I got word from the lawyer, I would focus on knocking Mason Strauss the fuck out.

  Rig
ht now, he was the lineal champion, and I’d worked my way up to him. If I beat his ass, or when I beat his ass, I would take that title from him, and I couldn’t wait. I could already taste the victory.

  The fight was in a few months, and I’d been training heavily, for long hours, seven days a week. Shit would be a piece of cake by the time I got in the ring with his weak ass.

  Since I didn’t have to do shit until around 2 p.m. to train, I decided to stop by Blaise’s spot. I missed her, and since we spent the night apart due to me having to train late, it was pivotal I get some this afternoon. Since we’d been back together, she’d given me an access key so I wouldn’t have to wait on Gary’s decrepit ass to call up and all that extra bullshit.

  “Hey, beautiful.” I peeked into her bedroom to see her in this little ass orange colored dress. I loved seeing bright colors against her warm brown skin.

  “Hi.” Blaise beamed when she saw me, boosting my pride as I walked up on her, snaking my arms around her body.

  “You smell good as fuck.” I nuzzled my face into her neck, gripping the fuck out of her round, plump ass. “Take this off.”

  “No, and why are you already hard?” She giggled.

  “Fuck you mean? I’m hard because you look good as shit, and I love you.”

  She laughed before leaning up to kiss my lips, while trying to peel my hands from her body.

  “Well, it’s going to have to wait because I have some errands to run. I have to pick up Island from her grandma, and take her to the doctor, then I have to go to another fitting for my outfits for that TV show.”

  “What’s wrong with Island?”

  “Nothing, just a general checkup.” She continued moving shit from one purse to another that was the same color as her dress.

  “That nigga on the show you doing be acting funny?” I sat down on her bed, pulling her over to me so that she was between my legs.

  “No. He seems fine. It was awkward at first because of how you did him at my birthday party, but he appears to be over it now.”

  “I’ll find out.”

  “Belly, leave him alone.”

  “Ain’t nobody gon’ mess with that hoe ass nigga. I don’t even see how you went from me to him. That’s how I knew yo’ ass was bugging.”

  “Whatever. He was nice. He took me to art shows and—”

  I laughed, cutting her off. No nigga wanted to be called nice by a female he was interested in, so it was obvious Blaise wasn’t feeling him.

  “Oh, I forgot you like cornball ass niggas that take you to look at pictures. I hoped y’all at least smoked a blunt before so the shit could be interesting.”

  Smiling, she replied, “No. It was nice.”

  “I got all the art you need right here.” I put her hand on my dick.

  “Nigga, how the hell is that art?” She snatched away.

  “Take yo’ fucking panties off, and I’ll show you.” I started going up her dress, but she slapped my hand.

  “No. I have to leave in a little bit. I’m not trying to have wobbly legs or be sleepy. Being pregnant is enough.”

  She left the bedroom to go to the bathroom, so I fell back on her bed, dick hard as fuck. A couple minutes later, Blaise returned, so I watched her move around the room for a little bit.

  “Aye, I wanna talk to you about something that’s been bothering me, baby.” I sat up, and she looked to me, pushing her hair behind her ears.

  “What?” she inquired softly.

  I reached my hand out, so she hesitantly grabbed onto it, allowing me to pull her closer.

  “I want you to know that I love you no matter what, aight?”

  “What the fuck did you do, Cortez?”

  “I been smelling something down there.”

  “Down where?” She jerked her neck back, so I nodded down toward her pussy. “You’re a fucking lie.”

  “I’m not. I promise I’m being truthful.”

  “I don’t smell anything. And you didn’t say shit when you were eating my pussy two days ago.”

  “I know, but I almost died down there.” I chuckled a little bit.

  “Cortez—”

  “I’m serious though. It’s pretty bad.” I wanted to laugh as she stared at me with a perplexed expression. “I brought some clothes pins in my duffle bag just in case we got shit popping, ’cause I was gon’ clamp my nostrils.”

  “Are you fucking serious!” she slapped my arm.

  “I am.”

  “No, you’re making this up.” She pushed me onto my back then straddled me, standing up on her knees. Taking her hand, she went down to swipe across her pussy then placed it to my nose, grinning.

  “You trying to fucking kill me with that rank shit.” I gripped her wrists, trying to move her fingers from my nostrils.

  “What does it smell like then?”

  “I don’t know; it’s weird. Baby, you need to go to the doctor or some shit, ASAP.” I watched as her smile faded. “Let me see if I can tell you what the smell is.”

  “No, this is embarrassing.”

  “Relax, baby. I still love you, musty pussy and all.”

  “Oh my gosh!” I moved her off of me, placed her on her back, and then moved her dress up some. Pulling her thin panties to the side, I got close, inhaling the sweet scent before latching my mouth onto her clit. “Cortez,” she moaned, as I spread her legs, placing them on my shoulders.

  As I sucked on her bud, I let my tongue toy with it until she creamed. Slipping my tongue into her opening, I traveled back up, dividing her thighs even further apart before devouring her. Blaise propped herself up on her elbows, nibbling on her lip as we made eye contact.

  “Mmm, fuck,” I groaned, loving how fucking wet she was as I ate her pussy up like it was my last meal.

  “Uhh.” Blaise’s voice trembled as she gripped the comforter, releasing for the third time.

  When I came up for air, she collapsed on her side, so I planted kisses on her hip before leaning over her for nasty one. As I sucked her lips, I unleashed my dick, lifting her thigh up subtly so I could slide inside. Palming the bed, I continued kissing her sexy ass nastily as I pounded her pussy while she laid on her side. She was so muthafuckin’ wet, warm, and snug that I knew I wouldn’t last long at all.

  “Shit,” I grumbled against her lips, beating her pussy up as she came down my shaft, twice, back to back.

  Her nails scraped the bed as she cried out, almost as loud as the sound of my dick hammering her walls. Looking Blaise in her beautiful ass face, twisted all up as I fucked her, took me over the edge, so I nutted all up inside of her. After kissing her for a little bit, I pulled out, smirking.

  “I can’t believe you lied to me just to get me to fuck you, asshole.”

  Laughing, I helped her up off of the bed.

  “You shouldn’t have fallen for that shit. You know yo’ pussy is perfection. No way I would be eating that shit if it smelled like salmon croquettes.”

  “Move, nigga.” She shoved me, so I laughed, following her to the bathroom to clean up.

  Couple days later…

  “I’m happy as fuck this shit worked out.” I smiled after signing the contract with Avenue.

  I was good for twelve fights over the next four years, getting a little over eight million per fight. This was the biggest deal I’d ever signed or been offered. This, coupled with Power Force protein sponsorships, would have my bank account looking beyond healthy.

  “Yes, me too.” Carson was grinning hard with his white ass. He was the homie though. “Go and celebrate tonight, because the next couple months will be grueling.”

  “I know.” I shook my head.

  Carson and I left out after I shook some more hands with the owners and took some photos for their announcement of our deal. Shit felt good for me to finally be here, even though this was only the beginning.

  When I got into my car, I hadn’t even put my gear shift into drive before I saw the homie Cole calling me.

  “’Sup, muthafucka?�
� I pulled out of the parking lot.

  “How that deal go?”

  “Great. Papers are signed and all that good shit.”

  “Dope. We gon’ turn up?”

  “Shit, maybe. Not tonight though. I’m taking my girl and her baby out to dinner for a celebration.”

  “Oh, you soft now? Can’t hang with yo’ niggas.”

  “Ain’t nobody soft, muthafucka. I just prefer something with a pussy, pretty, delicate, and smelling good versus you niggas.”

  “I feel you.” He laughed. “But aye, speaking of yo’ girl, her baby daddy produced some track for that rapper Kase called ‘Hoe Shit’, and he was talking shit about Blaise in like the outro.”

  “Aight.” I hung up before he could say anything else.

  I hit up this one nigga I knew who’d worked with Five-Star a few times, to see if he knew where the nigga was. He didn’t, so I went straight to the muthafuckin’ source, sliding in that bitch ass nigga’s DMs. I had no problem letting him know upfront that there was a fucking issue.

  Me: You run ya fucking mouth too much. Send me ya location so you can do that shit to my face.

  I waited, and a few minutes later, he responded.

  Five-Star: It’s nothing. We can do that.

  Me: Still ain’t sent the address…

  Again, a few minutes passed, but he finally sent it to me. When I plugged it in, I saw it was to a studio, so I sped over there to Hollywood. I parked outside along the sidewalk since there were plenty parks available, then hopped out to approach the door.

  “Who this?” a nigga answered through the speaker box after I hit the red button.

  “Belly.”

  I waited for a good five minutes before the buzzer went off, allowing me inside. I could hear music blasting from the room Five-Star let me know he was in via DM, so I headed toward it, fixing my crew neck and slipping my phone into my jean pocket.

  “What’s good?” Five-Star grinned, leaning back in the chair he was seated in. The room was full of muthafuckas, but that didn’t make me no never mind. I was beating this nigga’s ass and didn’t need an entourage to do it.

  “Cut that bullshit off,” I hissed, referring to the beat blasting.