She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

“Wait, what? I’m not doing… anything.” My words trailed off as he came.

  Eitan had never in life finished that quickly. I was frozen as he trembled from releasing.

  “Baby, I’m sorry.” He breathed heavily into my neck after collapsing.

  I tried to keep quiet, but instead, I burst into laughter.

  “I cannot believe you came in less than a minute, Eitan. What the fuck?” I cackled loudly.

  “Man.” He smacked his teeth, rolling off of me. “We ain’t fucked in forever, and I forgot how good yo’ shit was. I wasn’t prepared.”

  “It’s okay. I still love you.” I cuddled up to him, pecking his lips before lying on his chest.

  “Don’t tell this shit to no fucking body, especially Camarih. She tells that nigga Tony everything.”

  “I won’t, I won’t.” I snickered.

  “Rubie!”

  “I’m not!” I laughed. “Cross my heart and hope to die, no one will ever know about this. Okay?” I sat up to look down into his eyes, and he nodded.

  Light chuckles escaped my mouth, so he nudged me, saying, “Get off me.”

  When he turned his back to me, I just hugged him from behind until we fell asleep.

  20

  Rahim

  I ashed the blunt I was smoking and then got out of the car so I could head inside of my crib. I’d been working nonstop all week, so this evening I planned to chill, eat, and play some damn video games.

  However, to my chagrin, when I entered my spot, I heard Dallas talking to someone else. It was a female’s voice, and I already knew it was that damn wedding planner.

  When I proposed to Dallas, I expected us to have a lengthy engagement, despite me telling her otherwise. I figured by that time, I would be all for it and ready to do this shit. Right now, I wasn’t quite over my wife, so I wasn’t trying to enter into another union that would make me lose her forever.

  I knew this shit sounded foul, but I actually did love Dallas as a friend and would have no problem marrying her if Amara didn’t exist. With Amara here, I wasn’t able to fall in love with any other woman in that type of way.

  Dallas was everything a nigga could want; beautiful, intelligent, a go-getter, understanding, crazy good pussy, and anything else you could imagine. But at the end of the day, she wasn’t my ex-wife.

  “Hey, what’s all this?” I peeked into the den.

  I’d repeatedly explained to Dallas that I didn’t want her holding her damn wedding meetings in here. This was where I drank and chilled, like I planned to do tonight.

  “Hey, baby. So which flowers do you like? Janet says the pale violet ones, but I think the tweedia is so much prettier.” Dallas grinned up at me, waiting for a reply.

  “Huh? I don’t know. Get whatever you want. Shit, get both.” I watched as Janet and Dallas got back to talking for a little bit. “Aye, Dallas, come here for a second.”

  “Oh, sure. Be right back, girl. Did you want some more champagne?” she offered Janet.

  “Yes, thank you.”

  I walked out and heard Dallas’s heels following me.

  “Baby, I told you not to have yo’ meetups with Janet in that room, remember?” I spun around to face her once out of Janet’s earshot.

  “I know, but it’s so much space in there, and with the bar, mini fridge—”

  “Yeah, that’s in there because that’s my chill room. I’m tired. I want to relax in there by myself and just kick it. Can y’all please move that shit? Or even better, can y’all call it a night? It’s six p.m. already.”

  “Call it a night? No, the wedding is this summer, Rahim. We don’t have much time as it is. Thankfully, Janet is willing to sit up all these long hours to get the job done.”

  Taking her hands in mine, I said, “Or we can push the wedding back. I mean, what’s the rush? Don’t you think it’s better for us to have more time to get shit perfect than to just hurriedly do all this and it not be exactly what we want?”

  “Yes, that would be better, but I want to marry you as soon as I can.” She took her hands from mine to hug my neck. “So just deal with all this for now, and soon enough, it will be over, we will be married, and you won’t have to worry about any of this crap.”

  “Dallas—”

  “Honey, just go watch TV in our bedroom or one of the guest bedrooms, please.”

  Shaking my head, I tread off toward the staircase to head up.

  Pissed wasn’t the fucking word. At the moment, I didn’t even want to be here.

  I hopped into the shower for a good scrub down, then brushed my teeth once out. I stood in my room, wearing only a towel, trying to hear if Janet was still around. When I witnessed Dallas laugh, I knew they were still in my damn cave, maxing and relaxing.

  Sitting on the edge of my bed, I started to think, then whipped out my iPhone to call Abel.

  “Hello?” He picked up, music blasting in the background.

  “Aye, where you at?”

  “Pink Cherry.”

  “All that money Wacko paying you, you giving it right back to him, ’cause you stay in that muthafucka.” I laughed.

  “I know, but shit, it’s hard not to. It be the prettiest and finest females working here.”

  “So true.” I pondered for a couple seconds. “How long you gon’ be up there?”

  “Couple hours. I just got here like fifteen minutes ago.”

  “Aight, cool. I’m gon’ meet you there in a little bit.”

  I got off the phone with Abel and quickly dressed. After making sure I was fly, I spritzed on some of my cologne then bounced without saying a word to Dallas. She didn’t care anyway. The only thing she gave a fuck about these days was that damn wedding.

  It took me about forty-five minutes to get to The Pink Cherry, and since I was well known as Rahim and as one of Tony’s people, it took me no time to get inside and find the section Abel was sitting in.

  We dapped one another up, and I got a look at all the females he had in his section. It was only five of them, but all five were fine as hell. Tony’s ass knew what the fuck he was doing when he hired 99 percent of these women. He was hitting niggas right in their pockets with these females.

  “I’m surprised you came out.” Abel inhaled on the blunt as some girl danced in front of him.

  “Me too, but I needed it. Tried to go home and chill, but I couldn’t even do that shit.”

  “Why?”

  “Dallas and all these damn wedding plans. Every time I look up, her and that damn planner are in my cave with shit everywhere.”

  Abel laughed heartily to the point where he started to choke on the smoke.

  “Shit, hearing all this makes me happy I’m a fucking bachelor.”

  “I’m starting to wish I was one,” I mumbled, but Abel still heard me because he looked my way.

  “I mean, you ain’t married yet. Plus, you a grown ass man. You can do whatever you want.”

  “I know that shit.”

  I bobbed my head to “Lottery” by K Camp as I watched one of the dancers come toward me. She had on some slinky gold panties with the matching pasties covering the nipples of her perky titties. Her skin was a supple dark chocolate, and the shape of her body came straight from the fucking heavens. Her dark hair hung down her back and brushed against me as she turned around and began to dance in my lap. My hands went right to her hips, touching her smooth skin.

  I finished my drink as she continued to move her body against my dick, getting me hard, and once the song went off, I felt like people could see my shit poking through my pants.

  “Want another one?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

  “What’s your name?”

  “My real name or my stage name?” She grinned, showing off her pearly whites.

  “Real one.”

  “Trish.”

  “Nice to meet you. Why don’t you call it a night?”

  “I haven’t made the money I’m trying to make yet, so I can’t call it a night. But if you wa
nt another dance, I got you.”

  “How much you was looking to make?”

  “Between six and seven thousand dollars after giving the club their cut.”

  “I got it. Come on.” I tapped her leg. She hesitated to get up, staring at me with her mouth agape. “Let’s go.” I chuckled.

  “Okay. I need to get my bag, so wait for me. And I need the seven thousand dollars cash to pay the club when I go back there?” She put her hand out, so I counted out the amount and pressed it into her hand. She gave me an impressed look as she closed her hand up.

  “Aight. I’ll be around back.”

  I let Abel know I was leaving, and his ass was excited because he already knew why. Leaving out the club, I got my Lamborghini from valet and pulled around back to wait for Trish. When I saw her come out, I climbed from my car to get the passenger door for her, handed her, her cut of the money, then got back inside to speed off.

  “I love this car, Rahim.”

  “Thank you. And you know me, huh?” I glanced her way.

  “Who doesn’t know you? Quit acting like you don’t realize you’re famous. Plus, you just blew fourteen thousand dollars.”

  “Nah, I was joking.” I chuckled, and she followed suit.

  We made it to the Viceroy Hotel, which was in Beverly Hills, and it took me seconds to book a room.

  “This a nice ass hotel,” Trish commented when we got up there.

  “Only the best for pretty females,” I spoke honestly, making her blush slightly.

  Dropping her bag, she tossed her arms around my neck, and we got right to kissing. I didn’t bother turning the lights on as I backed her to the bed while pulling her dress up. Once it was off, I tugged on her panties, taking in the sight of her naked body as she laid across the bed. As I removed my shirt, she sat up to unbuckle my jeans, and before I knew it, my dick was in her mouth.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, bobbing up and down on it. I didn’t know why this head felt so good; maybe because I could legit feel the back of her throat. She was a professional at this shit.

  “Oooh shit, chill out.” I moved her head, making her laugh. She almost made me nut.

  I slipped my tongue into her mouth while spreading her legs wide as I slowly descended to my knees. Allowing her thighs to rest on my shoulders, I sucked her clit, enjoying how she sounded when she moaned.

  “Rahiiimmm.” She cried out as she came.

  I lapped her juices up, keeping her thighs apart by palming the inner area, and ate her pussy hungrily until she violently released again. Coming up for air, I removed my jeans and boxers completely, then got on top of her.

  I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I slid in it raw. It was like I wanted to cheat in the worst way possible.

  Trish and I both moaned deeply at the feeling, and I gave her a few slow strokes before I started tearing her up. Her nails dug into my back as I hammered her pussy, which felt beyond amazing.

  “Fuck!” I growled loudly, going harder to the point where I could hear her juices flowing.

  Moments later, I was pulling out and nutting on her stomach. I kissed her until I caught my breath then went to get a towel to clean her off with.

  We chilled for a minute then ordered room service before going for another round and passing out.

  Just two days later…

  Ever since I’d fucked with Trish, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time Dallas talked to me, I felt like shit for not regretting what I had done. When I fucked around on Amara, I could barely look in the mirror, but this time I almost felt… proud.

  “Where are you going?” Dallas asked as I walked toward the door. She was at the top of the stairs.

  “I have to go to a conference at Ahmira’s school,” I lied.

  “Oh, right. I scheduled a cake tasting for today, but I will reschedule it.”

  That was all Dallas’s ass talked about. We never had normal conversations anymore. Everything was about the wedding, and I was tired of the shit. But as soon as I complained about it, she would jump to the conclusion that it was because I didn’t want to get married. So the only thing I could do was try to keep our conversations to a minimum.

  “Aight.”

  “What day is best for you, babe?”

  “Whatever day, Dallas, just not today.” I quickly left out, but felt my phone buzz once I was in my car.

  Dallas: Why the attitude?

  I chose not to reply and left.

  I ended up at Amara’s place just twenty minutes later, and was happy to see no extra cars. I’d been trying to catch that nigga Gabe over here for the longest, but I’d been unsuccessful. Ringing the doorbell, I waited for a little bit before Amara answered.

  “Hey, Rahim, are you okay?”

  “Yeah, can I come in?”

  “I mean, sure, but why the unannounced pop up?” Amara held her robe closed.

  Barging in, I asked, “Why you ain’t got no damn clothes on under that? Who here?”

  “Nobody is here, and be quiet. Ahmira is sleeping.” She shut the door. “Why do you always come over here so hostile? I try to work with you and be understanding, but all you do is fight me.” She ran off as she switched her perfect body toward the large kitchen. I followed like a child being enticed with a piece of candy.

  “Because you got some nigga you fucking around my daughter.”

  “Gabe is a co-worker, and yes, he came over a couple times for work, nothing more.”

  “So you ain’t dating him.”

  “No, I am not dating him.”

  The way she said ‘him’ made my blood boil.

  “Then who the hell are you dating, Amara?” I felt like a damn fool. This whole time I’d been on Gabe’s bumper, and he wasn’t even the nigga chasing my wife.

  “None of your business right now. If it starts to get super serious, I will let you know before he meets Ahmira.” She grabbed her bowl of fruit that I guess she was in the middle of preparing when I came over.

  “What’s his name?” I asked as she skated past me with the bowl and a glass of water.

  “Rahim.”

  I trailed her to the living room where she had the TV paused on some show. We both sat down, and I just stared at her as she paid me no mind, eating her fruit and enjoying whatever this crap was. She looked content… happy, while I was emotionally suffering.

  “Amara.”

  “What, Rahim? And why did you even come over here? It’s not your time to get Ahmira, and it’s late, so I know you’re not trying to take her somewhere.” She looked my way, shoving another grape between her sexy lips. “Rahim, get up!’ she shouted when I laid my head in her lap.

  “I’m here because I miss you,” I finally responded, head still in her lap, enjoying that same perfume she’d been wearing since we were married. I missed the smell of it lingering in our bedroom.

  I heard her sigh after pausing the show again.

  “Rahim, baby, you have to understand that we are no longer married. We tried, and it did not work.”

  “It did work, I just fucked it up. But if I hadn’t done what I did, we’d be married still. You’d probably be pregnant again.”

  “Well, unfortunately, you chose to sleep with other women, so here we are. Can you get up now?”

  “No.” It got quiet before I added, “Amara, I love you. I swear if you give me another chance I will be perfect.”

  “I don’t trust you, Rahim, so I can’t be with you.”

  “Let me date you at least then. Overtime, you’ll trust me, and then we can get remarried.”

  She laughed.

  “You sound desperate.”

  “I am desperate. I love you.”

  “I know, you’ve told me twice already.” She sighed. “You wanna know what I think?” She leaned over some so that I could see her. To make it easier, I turned onto my back to stare up into her pretty ass face.

  “What?”

  “I think you’re just getting scared because your wedding is coming up. It’ll
all go away soon, and you will be happily married again.”

  “Not unless I’m married to you.”

  “Rahim, if you didn’t love Dallas, you wouldn’t have asked her to marry you. I think you’re just used to me, and you’re afraid of something new.”

  “She ain’t nothing new. I’ve been with her for a minute now. Amara, I already cheated on her, and we haven’t even gotten married. If I loved her, why would I do that?”

  “You did the same to me.”

  “Nah. With you, the shit just happened, and I was being dumb. This shit though, it was like I deliberately went out looking for another female to fuck. It’s no way I would have left you at home to go sex another woman, when I could do it to you.”

  “Rahim, I hope you didn’t tell me that to convince me to be with you. All it did was prove to me that you’re still immature. You hop from woman to woman, never taking anytime for yourself to learn from your mistakes. When is the last time you were single?”

  “Like… three weeks before I met you.”

  “Exactly. You’d only been broken up with the girl before me less than a month.”

  “So if I mature, you’ll marry me?”

  I smiled when she shook her head.

  “I won’t promise you anything, but I can tell you that the man you’ve been since you moved away from Ahmira and me, is not a man I would ever even think about being with.”

  “I’m gon’ be different, for you, watch.”

  “Go home, Rahim.”

  “Can I have a kiss?”

  “No, fool. Go kiss your fiancée.”

  I sucked my teeth as I sat up. I didn’t want to leave just yet, so I watched a couple episodes of the show that had her so enthralled, pretending I was interested. By the sixth one, she kicked my ass out for real, so I went home.

  I changed into some boxers and then got into the bed with Dallas.

  “That was a long conference,” she said.

  I thought she was asleep.

  “It actually was, but then I took Amara and Ahmira out to dinner, just to let Ahmira have some time with us both. She hasn’t had that in a minute, excluding her birthday parties.”

  Turning to face me, Dallas responded. “I guess that was nice. But it may be good for her to not see that and get used to it, so she won’t expect you two to be together.”