Portia relaxed. She put the gun back in her pants and yanked Mookie off the wall to inspect her arms and thighs. She pressed her head back and looked in her nose.
Mookie pushed her off and slapped at her hands. “Will you get the fuck off of me, please? I am not high.” Besides, she thought to herself, I spent the last twelve hours sobering up. She knew she was going to go through hell once she got home, but this was a bit much.
Babygirl turned the TV off and picked the money up off the floor. “Oh, we are going to break the bank at Dallas’ place now. There’s at least eight grand here. I need some skates. Can we stop past Kmart so I can get a pair of skates?”
Mookie looked at Babygirl like she was crazy. “What the fuck do you want skates for?”
Babygirl shrugged. “Because I want to skate.”
Portia lit a cigarette and looked Mookie up and down again. “Pick the rest of your shit up off the floor. You’re coming with me.”
Mookie raised her hand to her head and started to message her temple. “Portia, all I want to do is take damn a shower and get something to eat before I lay down. I don’t feel like shopping at Dallas’ place or anywhere the fuck else. I thought Honey got our clothes.”
Babygirl laughed. “A lot of shit went down while you were out making this.”
Portia stared at her until she choked the laughter down and cleared her throat.
Peanut opened Honey’s bedroom door and slipped inside without making a sound. He stood there just watching her for a few minutes. April’s words repeated over in over in his head like the lyrics of the sweetest love song. I love her, he thought walking over to the bed. I have always loved her. He sat down on the bed beside her and pulled the covers back.
She stirred and turned over. Her breasts heaved and Peanut’s heart skipped a beat. She sat up in the bed.
“Andrew, what’s wrong? Where’s Portia?”
“I love you, Honey,” he said as he pulled the covers down further, exposing thick thighs. The temperature in the room shot up ten degrees.
Honey sat up and sighed. She had hoped that they could put what happened between them in the past. “Andrew,” she said, placing her hand on his cheek. “You know…”
Whatever she was going to say was lost, because her touch broke the last bit of control that Peanut had. He leaned over and crushed his lips down on hers. Kissing her with a rough passion that scared and excited her at the same time, he climbed on top of her and pinned her to the mattress.
Honey tried to resist, but her body had a mind of its own. She pressed up against him, moaning, kissing him back with desire that matched his own. She wanted him so bad it scared her. She bought her hands up to his chest and tried to push him off, but he grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head.
“Peanut,” she said breathlessly when he paused his assault on her mouth. “This isn’t right.”
“Does it feel right?” he asked, kissing her nipple though her nightgown. “Tell me how you feel.”
She opened her mouth to respond and he stuck his tongue inside of it. “Ummmm,” she moaned, sucking on his lips and savoring his spicy, masculine taste.
He forced her legs open with his knee and lay between her thighs. “Honey,” he said while trailing soft kisses across her face and down her neck. “Tell me how you feel,” he commanded before sucking on her neck hard leaving a bright purple bruise.
Honey’s eyes rolled up in to the back of her head and her breath rushed out of her lungs. She clawed at Peanut’s back. “I don’t know how I feel,” she lied.
“Bullshit,” he said, slipping his hands under her hips and squeezing her ass. “Do you want me?” he asked, bringing his lips back up to hers. He kissed her softly. “Honey, do you want me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She opened her legs wide as he rubbed his rock-hard log against her sweet spot, making it pulsate. Honey wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life. She needed to feel his skin against hers. She ripped at his t-shirt until he rose up off of her and pulled it over his head. She lifted her arms and he tore her nightgown from her. “I want you. God, I want you so bad,” she said as the heat between them intensified.
Honey’s breasts bounced against her chest once free of the nightgown. Peanut grunted and cupped them, gently at first, trailing his fingers lightly across her soft flesh. He watched her eyes intently, discovering what brought her pleasure. The harder his hands kneaded her skin, the darker her eyes became. He sucked one chocolate nipple inside of his mouth and Honey shuddered. His teeth scraped against her sensitive skin while his hands glided down the length of her body and tugged her panties down her hips.
He kissed, nibbled, and licked down her body and buried his face between her legs. His tongue tortured her and she hollered out in pure ecstasy as an earth shattering orgasm rocked her system. He gave her no time to recover from the feeling before he slipped inside of her raw.
All thought escaped Honey’s head as Peanut pushed deep inside of her. He filled her to capacity.
Peanut wanted to go slow. He wanted to savor the feeling and make this first time with the woman he loved memorable, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t prepared for the intense sensation of pleasure. Desire flashed through his system like lightning.
“Damn, Andrew,” Honey screamed, pushing her hips up to meet his stroke.
“That’s right,” Peanut roared in her ear. He laced his fingers through her hair and yanked her head back. “Say it again,” he said while driving himself deep inside her. “Say it again,” he repeated.
He pounded on her pussy like he had something against it and Honey locked her legs around his waist. She clung to his shoulders and opened her mouth to say his name, but could only manage to scream. Her walls started to tear and the pain was blinding but it did not compare to the pleasure, the mind numbing pleasure that he delivered with each painful stroke. Her legs started to quiver and her stomach muscles tightened as she felt the orgasm bloom deep within. Tears sprung to her eyes and she buried her face in the crook of Peanut’s neck as her body began to explode. “Andrew,” she screamed, but he didn’t hear her.
He felt her quiver, could feel her heartbeat against his dick. He was in a trance—hypnotized by the waves of her climax. He knew he should have pulled out but didn’t think he had the strength to. “I’m coming, baby,” he said softly in her ear.
Honey grabbed his face and kissed him softly. “Come for me, daddy,” she said against his lips.
Peanut groaned and grunted. He struggled to keep moving when his body started to spasm at his peak. He closed his eyes and tried to look away, but Honey tightened the hold she had on his face. “Look at me, Andrew.”
He opened his eyes slowly.
“I love you,” Honey said.
Those three words set him free. He exploded inside of her, and then collapsed on top of her trembling. “I love you, too.” He rained kisses across her face. “I love you with all of my heart.”
“I know,” she said sadly. She rubbed Peanut’s back until she heard soft snores seeping from his lips. She pushed him to the side gently and draped her leg across his thighs, pressing her body alongside his so that she could touch as much of him as possible. She played with the soft hair on his chiseled chest. “Now what are we supposed to do?”
Chapter Thirteen
Mookie and Babygirl left Dallas’ boutique with bags full of designer shit. Portia had two friends outside of Fornication: Begonia, the thief she grew up with, and Dallas, the only other female pimp in Philly. Dallas was an Asian dominatrix that taught Portia everything she knew about S&M. She was also fucking a Wall Street tycoon and a buyer for several large department store chains, so she kept her little boutique—an apartment in West Philly—laced with the latest shit. Portia stayed inside working out a payment plan for the clothes they copped.
This is a bunch of ugly-ass black shit, Babygirl thought as she slid into the passenger seat. “I don’t know why we have
to dress like we’re going to funeral,” she said, pouting.
Mookie laughed. “You’re not going to die if you wear something other than pink for once.”
“How do you know, Mook? You ever seen me in anything but pink?”
Mookie pulled out a blunt and sparked it up. She needed a hit and was starting to feel a little down. “That’s the point, BG. Everyone is tired of the pink. You need to grow the fuck up.”
“Suck my dick,” Babygirl said. She pulled the black mini dress out of the bag and sighed. “I can’t wear this.”
“Don’t wear it.”
“Ummmm, I don’t think it’s a good idea to push Portia right now. I don’t feel like getting shot, even if it’s only a flesh wound.”
“You bitches crack me up acting like Portia is the boogie man. She’s just a regular bitch, just like you and me,” she said, sparking the el and taking a long drag. She’s gonna get knocked off the throne tonight, Mookie thought with a smile.
Babygirl turned around and looked at Mookie like she lost her mind. “That coke you snorting is frying your brain cells for real if you think Portia is a regular bitch.”
Mookie’s blood boiled at the mentioned of coke. “I’m tired of you talking about shit you don’t know anything about.”
“Girl, please. Everybody knows you on that shit harder than a motherfucker. You are the only person fooled. You is a hype for real.”
“Watch your damn mouth before I punch you in the throat.”
Babygirl pulled a switch blade out of her back pocket and flipped it open. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Now, now, ladies, y’all can fuck each other up after you make mama some money,” Portia said as she opened the driver side door.
Babygirl put her knife away and smiled. “You seem real happy all of a sudden.” She looked at Portia expectantly.
Portia put her hand in the back seat. “Let me hit that, Mook,” she said, still smiling at Babygirl. “Dallas is sending a judge and a couple of senators to the party tonight. They all contacted her looking for a little slap and tickle but wasn’t interested in the kinky stuff.” She took a long hit off of the blunt and coughed. She handed the blunt back to Mookie. “This is garbage,” she said between gags and sputters. She beat on her chest and rolled the car window down to get some air. “Anyway, that’s money in the kitty for real. I love politicians. They pay real good to fuck, and even better to keep you quiet.”
Mookie sat in the back seat steaming. I fucking hate her, she thought while staring at the back of Portia’s head. Her dried up twat can’t bring in the bacon anymore so she’s happy slaving our cats out for spare change. I’m so over this scene. She crossed and uncrossed her legs a dozen times before they got to Club Blaze.
Portia parked the car and smiled. She was in a much better mood. Dallas just insured that there would be real money at this party. She dug her sunglasses out of her pocketbook and stepped out of the car feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She didn’t doubt that Honey could organize a decent pick up party, but Honey had one hell of week and everybody could use a payday.
Club Blaze was owned by one of Honey’s former regulars named Mario. He had to give up fucking Honey to keep his spot open, but he would still give her access to the club and the strippers who worked for him. Honey was a master at enslaving niggas to her twat, a trait that Portia loved dearly and used frequently.
The club was dark as usual and it smelled like pissy beer and stale cigarettes. Fifteen women sat at the bar waiting for her. She pulled her glasses down to get a good look at them. Her lips curved into a small satisfied smile. All different colors, shapes, and sizes just like I like them, she thought. She walked to the back of the club and motioned the ladies to follow. Portia pushed the kitchen door open and sat on the stool by the counter. She needed to see the ladies in the light to make sure she didn’t bring any dog-faced girls to the hotel by accident.
She put her glasses in her bag and watched the rest of the girls file in after Mookie and Babygirl. Portia’s girls automatically took the defensive when in the company of other females, especially when they were talking business. Everyone in Fornication had been in positions where they had had to fight their way out and now they made exit strategies in every situation a high priority. Mookie stood by the entrance while Babygirl took up a flank position to Portia’s left. Portia took a few seconds to just stare at the girls. Honey did a damn good job, she thought again. There wasn’t a troll-faced bitch in the room.
Portia cleared her throat. “How many of you have heard of a Fornication pick up party?” Four of the girls raised their hands. Portia nodded. “Okay, for those of you who don’t know how I roll, I’m going to give you a brief tutorial. First things first, there will be no fucking at the party. I don’t care if someone gives you ten grand. You are not a drop your draws for anything, so if you have a tendency to go tricking the first time a dude flashes you some cash, stick to your poles, because this ain’t your twist.”
A girl with beautiful brown eyes and ebony skin marred by track lines on her arms, thighs, and feet started to laugh. “Oh, we gots a problem then, ‘cause if a nigga gives me ten grand, I’ll suck him off in the middle of your party.”
Portia gritted her teeth. “Does anybody agree with…” She pointed to the girl. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“My name is Jasmine, but all the ballers and pimps call me Candy.”
Portia cocked an eyebrow. “Okay, does anyone in here agree with Jasmine?”
“No,” the other girls said clearly in almost perfect unison.
“Very good,” Portia said, smiling. “BG, show Miss Jasmine the door.”
Babygirl nodded. “Okay, chick, let’s go.” She walked over to Jasmine and the other girls fell over each other to get away from her.
Jasmine foolishly stood her ground. “If you think this boney-ass, high-yellow bitch is going to make me leave my spot, you really smoking on your own hype. I ain’t scared of you bitches.” She rolled her eyes at Babygirl and turned to Portia. “Fuck Fornication!”
Babygirl smiled. “Dummy,” she said before she back handed Jasmine who stumbled against the counter. Babygirl pulled her switchblade out and looked at Portia.
“No blood,” Portia said softly.
Jasmine looked at the knife in Babygirl’s hand and swallowed hard. All the swagger she had moments ago was gone.
Babygirl nodded and then sliced the straps off of Jasmine’s shirt. She grabbed her straps before her shirt fell off and tried to back away, but Babygirl didn’t give her a chance. She sliced a lock of hair off her weave, and Jasmine screamed as the knife came close to her face.
“Shut up,” Babygirl said and punched her in the throat. Jasmine doubled over, choking and crying.
Mookie stepped forward and grabbed Jasmine’s arm. “That’s enough, BG, you made your point.” She pulled the girl out of the kitchen, through the club and out the front door. Mookie pulled a stack out of her bra and counted off five hundred. “Look, it’s over so pull yourself together.”
Jasmine looked at the money in Mookie’s hand and stopped crying instantly.
Mookie fanned the money in her face. “I’ll give you all of this if you give me whatever work you got on you.”
Jasmine’s eyes lit up. “I have an eight ball in my pocketbook.”
“Where’s your pocketbook?”
“In my car down the street.”
“Where are your keys?”
“Inside on the bar.”
Mookie went and fetched her keys and then walked her to her car. Jasmine gave her the eight ball and snatched the money. Her tears were completely gone replaced by a hungry that Mookie was beginning to know well.
“If you can keep your mouth closed, I can keep the money coming.”
“What about Portia and her pink monkey?”
Mookie laughed. “Nobody will have to worry about Portia after tonight.”
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Peanut spent the last twenty minutes washing Honey and tucking her back into bed. Pulling the covers up without fucking the shit out of her again was the single hardest thing he had ever done in his life. It took all of his strength and will power, but he managed to pull it off. I don’t want Portia finding out about me and Honey by walking in on me making love to her, he thought as he walked down to his room in the basement. It was almost time for the party and he needed to get ready. He called a few of his boys to help him with security. He took out a few stacks from the kitty to pay them when they got to the hotel.
He heard the front door open and a feeling of dread clenched his heart. For the first time in his life, he was about to confront his sister. He should have never touched Honey, but he couldn’t help himself, and now the thought of another man touching her sent him into a rage. He knew he wouldn’t be able to bear it; he just didn’t know where that left him and Portia. Peanut felt like throwing up.
Portia wasn’t exactly happy, but she wasn’t as pissed as she had been that morning. The meeting went well after the junkie left. She thought about Mookie. I can’t let her end up like that, she thought shaking her head. We’re gonna have a real talk after this party. No threats, just talk. She pushed everything that went on in the last couple of days and focused on getting a new start. April is gone, she thought. I can accept that. I can accept the fact that Mookie is strung the fuck out. I’ll just have to keep her close. Things were bad, but they could have been much worse.
She walked into the house and some of the day’s tension rolled off of her shoulders. She went up the stairs to roll a decent blunt and take a shower before Mookie and Babygirl could hold the bathroom hostage. She walked into Honey’s room to thank her for the work she did on the party and tell her about the meeting with the strippers at Club Blaze. As soon as she walked in the room, the smell of sex smacked her in face and stopped her in her tracks.
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