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  “Mmmm, oh my god, City, right there,” I said, holding on to his neck as he pushed in and out of me with my legs propped up around his waist. His dick was filling me up, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from rolling as I looked up into the night sky.

  “Bo, take this shit. You like it?” he asked as he pulled the top of my dress down and took my nipple out. His tongue and teeth pulled on my nipple as he held me up. This man was too fucking talented.

  “Mmmm hmmmm. Yes, baby. Keep going,” I said as I on to him.

  I don’t know if anyone saw, but it didn’t even matter to me. I would have put on a show for whoever wanted to see if they pulled over and took a seat to watch us. It was that fucking good.

  “Shit, Bo, cum for me,” he said as he fucked me.

  “Uh huh. Baby, I’m ’bout to cum,” I said as I felt the orgasm building up inside of me. “Oh, my Goooood!” I screamed as it rocked my body.

  Arrrg!” City yelled as he pulled out of me and his sperm spilled out on the gravel.

  “Shit,” he said then put me down and leaned against the car. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

  “Where did I find you, man?” I said under my breath.

  He chuckled and leaned over to kiss me back. “Come on,” he said, and we walked back to the driver’s side.

  Five minutes later, we were driving back to the house. I was still on that high from the sex we just had on the side of the road.

  “What if someone saw, babe?” I said and giggled.

  “They owe us a thank you very much then,” he said, and I squealed laughing.

  I was still horny as hell though. All I kept seeing was City’s big dick in my head. I don’t think he even realized how much his dick stayed on my mind. Biting my bottom lip, I made an executive decision.

  I leaned over and unzipped his pants as he drove and freed the beast again. He looked down at me with an eyebrow raised but didn’t stop me. His dick stood at attention again, and I knew he was ready for me like I was ready for him. My mouth watered and when I leaned over him to swallow his dick in my mouth, I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped my lips.

  “Fuuuuck,” he said as I gave him the sloppiest head I’d ever given in life.

  City was what my body needed, and I loved how his dick felt inside of me. I sucked his dick all the way to the house as I prepared it for Round two.

  11

  City

  I didn’t get a lick of sleep last night, and I knew I was gonna pay for that shit, but I didn’t care. I had fucked Bo the whole night, and me feeling like a zombie right now was worth it. When we got to the crib, I ate her ass out in the passenger seat of the car. Then, when we finally made it inside, barely, I fucked her against the counters in the kitchen. I felt like she had drained all the sperm out my body because when we were in bed, I couldn’t stop touching her. She had me thinking about her all the fucking time. It was crazy to me to be so gone off a female. I wasn’t used to no shit like this.

  But, I’d gotten up early and gone to the hospital to see Pops and check on his progress. There wasn’t much to report, which was frustrating, but at least he wasn’t worse. His brain swelling was almost all the way down now, so the doctors were talking about decreasing the sedatives, so he might wake up in a few days. I was ready to see the effect the crash had on him and really was just hoping he would be like his usual self before this whole shit happened.

  I had this party to go to with Bo tonight and then this lick I was running with Guwop four days from now, but I knew there was something I had to handle first quarter over anything else. And it wasn’t something I was looking forward to. I never thought I would be voluntarily having a sit down with Rigs for anything, but here I was in the middle of the day driving over to Legacy to see this nigga and talk about Pops.

  I knew this shit was going to be hard because I couldn’t hold my tongue or my temper. And it was entirely possible that I would leave him in his shop shivering on the floor from a throat punch and stomp out; I couldn’t make any promises. But Ma said he mentioned something about possibly getting information on what happened to Pops. Since I was coming up with nothing, and the cops didn’t seem like they cared too much about a nigga, I was willing to swallow my pride and put shit to the side to get at Rigs and talk this out to see what the fuck he knew.

  Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to Legacy. Like last time I pulled up before I damn near broke his face open, the shop was empty as fuck. I didn’t know how this nigga made any money because the few times I’d been in there, there was never anything going on.

  “Where Rigs at?” I asked the fat, black nigga who I saw sitting in an armchair as I walked in.

  He saw me, and his eyes got wide as he jumped out his seat. He nearly fell the fuck over. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

  “Um…” he said, scratching the back of his head.

  “Um what, nigga? Where the fuck is Rigs? I ain’t got all day,” I barked at him. I hated scary ass niggas, especially if they were associated with Rigs.

  “Hey uh… he… hol’ up let me see where he at,” he said, pulling up his pants that were hanging below his ass and walking quickly over to the hallway that led down to the back of the shop.

  “Hurry up,” I said after him and sucked my teeth.

  I wasn’t trying to be in there longer than I needed to be. I walked over to the front desk that no one was sitting at and picked up a couple envelopes that they had lying on the top of the desk. There were one or two past due notices for rent and utilities up there. I threw the paper down in disgust. Nigga had so much mouth to talk shit about my shop but couldn’t even pay his own fuckin bills.

  “He in the back, he said to give him a minute,” the big, black nigga said when he came back up to the front.

  “That nigga ain’t back there doin’ no tatt. Which room he in?” I said irritated. If Rigs thought I was going to wait up front for him to get at me on his time, he had me all the way fucked up.

  “Hol up,” big black said after me, but it was too late because I wasn’t ’bout to sit up there on my hands like my time wasn’t precious. I walked back and started knocking on doors as I went down the hallway.

  “Rigs, come the fuck out, nigga,” I said, opening each door and looking in as I walked by. They were all empty. There were about five rooms, and as I got to the last one, I heard Rigs’ voice behind the closed door.

  “Baby, please, don’t do that. You know I get emotional when you cry,” he said, and I paused. “Pops is gonna be fine. We just gotta pray and hope that he wakes up soon. But you know I love you for loving me so much that you feel my pain.”

  “The fuck?” I said to myself. I had no idea this nigga had a bitch.

  I rapped on the door loud and opened it. Whoever he was talking to could call him back when I was through with him. When I opened the door, he turned to me quickly, and his eyes got wide. He turned his back to me then cleared his throat.

  “I gotta go now, though, but we’ll talk later. Got some shit to handle,” he said into the phone, and I swear he put more bass in his voice. I didn’t get why if he was talkin’ to his girl, but that didn’t mean shit to me.

  He turned around to look at me when he put his phone down on the table. “What’s up?” he asked in a cool voice.

  “I’m not here to do no pleasantries with you. Where can we go to talk about this shit?” I said off the top.

  He looked around in there. “What’s wrong with this room?”

  “I’m not ’bout to stand in no confined space with you in case I need to get out. Plus, it smells like piss in here. You motherfuckers don’t clean this shit?” I asked with my face screwed up.

  He looked around the room and shrugged. “We can go to the back patio. There’s an exit to the back alley if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  “Aight,” I said and walked back out the room.

  I had already been there longer than I wanted to be, so this better be quick. We walked to the bac
k where the patio was open to the outside. It was decent back there, I could admit that. If they kept this place up, they could’ve had some client parties back there or something. But there were empty vodka bottles on the ground and broken chairs. It was like this nigga didn’t give a fuck about the shit around him. Didn’t make no sense.

  “I’m not here to be friends with you or none of that peaceful Martin Luther King type shit. The only reason I came up here is cuz my old lady told me you might know something about Pops, and I need to know what you know,” I said as soon as he stepped out behind me. Straight and to the point.

  He buried his hands in his pockets, and I looked at him cautiously, waiting to see if he was going to pull something out at me or do anything crazy. But he didn’t.

  “In my eyes, we not brothers, we not anything special. You just another nigga tryna make it like me,” he started. “You see me and can’t stand me and vice versa, so there’s no love lost there. But, at the end of the day, we both love Pops, so I’m not gonna disrespect him when you came at me lookin’ to help.”

  I watched him impatiently, but I didn’t interrupt.

  “I don’t know anything specific about Pops. I told your mom since she seemed like a decent lady that I might know someone who could be able to get us some more info,” he said.

  “What you mean, man? Quit talking in code,” I interrupted him.

  “I meant I got a friend who works for the city,” he said.

  “Okay, and?” I said, trying to get him to move this along.

  “Mariah didn’t see no plates, and your moms told me the cameras outside Pops’ crib didn’t pick up the plates either. But the city got cameras in locations all over the streets. So maybe we can see it from their point of view,” he said.

  I raised my eyebrow. That made a lot of sense.

  “So, who this friend? You already got them to look into the shit?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I asked him the other day. He said it might take a couple days to get anything back, but he would get at me when he knew more,” Rigs explained.

  I was mildly impressed. I hadn’t thought about that, so hearing that Rigs came up with the idea plus had already put moves in play to see what he could find made me think he wasn’t as dumb as he fucking looked.

  “Cool. Aight, well get at me when you get an update so I can know what’s up. If I gotta take a ride over Pops, I will,” I said.

  Rigs nodded. “I would too.”

  Pulling my phone out, I checked the time. I was ready to go.

  “Later,” I said and walked back toward the patio doors to the inside of the shop.

  “To be honest, I don’t even know why you hate me so much when your family broke mine up,” I heard him say from behind me.

  I frowned because I wasn’t trying to do this shit today. Or ever. But I turned and looked at him.

  “The fuck you mean?” I asked.

  “You heard what I said. Pops and my mom were happy as fuck, but your moms had to come around and fuck shit up for us. My mom never been the same, man. You don’t even get it,” he said.

  I looked at him like he had lost his mind. He couldn’t be serious.

  “You lookin’ at me like I’m crazy, but I’m dead ass. You know what that shit is like to hear your mom cry every night because she lost the love of her life to another woman? That shit is foul, man. She didn’t know the first thing about payin’ bills or none of that shit because Pops took care of her while they were together. All the time they was married, my mom knew pops used to fuck around, but she would ignore that shit because she said he’s a man, and that’s what they do. But when he up and left her, talkin’ ’bout he wasn’t in love, the fuck was she supposed to do? That was some fucked up shit. And your moms kept throwin’ the shit in her face like my ma hadn’t been through enough as it was,” he ranted.

  He had this look in his eyes like he was finally getting shit off his chest, and I just had to stand back and watch this shit. This was the longest conversation I’d ever had with this nigga in life, so this was weird to me.

  I put my hand up and stopped him, though, because half the shit he said, he got all fucking backward.

  “First, nigga, I don’t know where you got half that shit. My moms wasn’t out tryna fuck up your family. Pops kept getting at her, so if you need to be mad at somebody, get mad at Pops, not us. Yeah, there were wrong parties on all sides, but I’m not ’bout to stand over here and take 100% of the blame when Pops was the one who took the vows. Your old lady didn’t know how to pay bills, so I guess she grew the fuck up cuz that’s not nobody’s responsibility but hers. And my moms didn’t throw shit in her face. She didn’t want anything to do with that mess. At the end of the day, none of the shit got nothin’ to do with me. So, if you mad about that, I guess you gon’ stay mad forever because nobody is apologizing to your ass,” I said then turned to walk out the door. I turned before I left to say one last thing. “If you moms is tellin’ you this was my peoples’ fault, you need to go back at her and ask her why she kept poppin’ up at our house and callin’ us like she a fuckin’ stalker. To this day, my moms don’t know where ya’ll live now, but I bet your mom knows exactly where we stay.”

  He didn’t have shit to say to that, and I left because I was done with the conversation. The only thing I needed to hear from him was that he got a license plate. All the extra shit, he could keep to himself.

  12

  Sade

  I was down in the kitchen making pancakes, eggs, sausage, and grits as a late brunch for Greg and me. Ever since he popped up at Bo’s house to get me back, Greg had been extra nice and appreciative. For the last few days, he’d been walking on eggshells with me, asking me if I was good, being overly concerned and accommodating, and very apologetic. We talked about the situation with Summer because we had to; there was a whole baby on the way. And I knew it might be dumb, but I believed him when he said it was one time.

  I loved Greg, and even though he messed up and did me dirty, I felt like he was sorry, and our relationship was salvageable. I felt sad that I didn’t have my best friend anymore to run to and talk things through, but I couldn’t deal with the judgment right now. That’s not what I needed. I just needed support, even if she didn’t agree with what I was doing. I just needed my friend to tell me she was here for me no matter what. But she couldn’t do that for me, so I guess we needed a break. And that broke my heart because Bo was like my sister.

  I sighed and reached up for some plates so I could dish the food out. The smell in the kitchen was making my mouth water. I glanced at my phone for the time. It was about to be 11:00 am. Greg had stepped out an hour and a half ago, and he said he would be back by 11:00. I started to panic a little because now, in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. It was going to take a long time for me to get over the cheating and trust him again. But there was nothing I could do about that.

  The sound of the front door opening made me breathe out a sigh of relief.

  “Hey, babe,” I heard Greg’s deep voice say from the front.

  “I’m in the kitchen,” I shouted back.

  I heard his footsteps coming up behind me, and then I felt his hands around my waist.

  “How you doing, baby?” he whispered in my ear. “This smells hella good.”

  I giggled. “I’m good, bae. Just whipped up some food for us.”

  “I see,” he said and turned me around to face him.

  I looked up into his eyes and felt a part of me melting. I loved him so much, but I couldn’t ignore the small part inside of me that had died the night I found out about him and Summer. My heart was still broken. He lifted my chin up and planted a soft kiss on my lips. My legs tingled when he did that.

  “I love you, Sade,” he said while looking back down into my eyes.

  There was a passion in his eyes that I hadn’t seen for a long time. I remembered it used to be there early in our relationship. When we first fell in lov
e. Back when we would sit on the phone for hours talking about everything under the sun. Or stay up in the bed after having sex back to back, just touching each other and being close. Back when I would have dropped everything if he needed me because I knew he had me and would do the same for me. I saw a glimmer of that in his eyes as he looked down at me, and I felt a lump in my throat as I tried not to cry. Why did things have to be this way? There was so much wrong, but I needed it to be right. I needed us to be right because I loved us.

  “I love you too, babe,” I said, and a tear fell from my eye,

  He wiped it away with his index finger and kissed my cheek over and over until I lost count. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just let him hold me. I needed this. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it felt like an eternity. The moment was broken when I heard a little voice at the kitchen door.

  “Daddy? I’m hungry,” I heard Greg’s son, Brandon, say.

  I looked behind Greg and saw Brandon standing at the door rubbing his eyes. He was tall for his age and looked just like Summer. I looked at Greg for an explanation.

  “Hey, little man. Aight, I got you. Go sit back on the couch like I told you,” Greg said, turning to look at him then back at me.

  “You didn’t tell me Brandon was coming today,” I said when Brandon left.

  “He wasn’t supposed to, but some shit happened. I gotta talk to you about it,” he said and rubbed his hands down the back of his head.

  I raised my eyebrow. This didn’t sound like a conversation that was going to be too positive.

  “Can you add an extra plate, so he can eat too?” Greg asked.

  “Of course,” I said and turned back to the cabinet then pulled another plate out. I shared the food in silence as Greg got the glasses and poured three cups of orange juice.

  I took the plates out to the table and smiled at Brandon, who was sitting on the couch watching Disney Junior.

  “Hey, Brandon. You ready to eat, babe?” I asked.