You Needed Me: A Love Story

by Shvonne Latrice

  “TQ, nice to meet you,” I responded in a much nicer tone than before. I was gonna shake his hand, but mine was trembling too much.

  “Who you here with, ma?”

  “My friends.”

  I didn’t mention Gang. Who the fuck is Gang? I’m a terrible person.

  “Come chill with my brothers and me, you can bring your friends.”

  “TQ, I’m actually here with a guy friend too,” I admitted although my pussy, heart, and mind was telling me to forget about Gang.

  “What I just say?”

  “To come chill with you,” I smiled and so did he, as he chewed on his gum with his fine ass. “Okay, give me a couple minutes.”

  “Okay, two minutes.”

  I started off, but he grabbed my small hand into his, and yanked me back to him lightly. Snaking his arms around my small frame, he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

  “You better come back.”

  “I will,” I moaned almost, eyes closed and everything.

  He let me go, and I rushed back to get Goldie and Matikah. Since I didn’t want Gang to hear, I grabbed their hands and pulled them off the couch.

  “What? You almost made me spill my drink, Kimberlyn,” Matikah spat.

  “TQ just asked for us to come chill with him and his brothers.”

  “Okay Kimberlyn, I know you had a couple drinks boo, but yeah right,” Goldie laughed and nudged Matikah so she could join in.

  “Fine, don’t believe me but he said I had two minutes and I don’t wanna make him wait.” I walked off, and best believe their asses were right behind me.

  I tensed up once we got close to their area, but a smile tugged at my lips once TQ stood up and waved us three in. He grabbed my hand, pulling me close, and then let his hand rest on my small hip, giving me goose bumps.

  “Kimberlyn, this is my brother Rhys, his girl Summer, and my other brothers Lendsey and Britain. This is the homie, Jayce.”

  “Nice to meet you Rhys, Summer, Britain, Jayce, and Lendsey.” When I looked at Lendsey, he was eyeing Matikah like she was piece of moist ass pound cake. “Umm, these are my friends Goldie and Matikah.”

  “Matikah, welcome to my party,” Lendsey stood to his feet and towered over her. I rubbed her back to make her respond because I thought she would pass out.

  They sat down next to one another, and then TQ pulled me into his lap, catching me off guard. I was sure he could feel how nervous I was. Stop shaking, Kimberlyn! Goldie sat down on the couch across from us, and she was giving me a look that said I needed to be careful. I didn’t care though; I just didn’t care.

  Chapter Two: TQ

  I pulled Kimberlyn’s pretty ass down into my lap, and brought her closer into me. She was so fuckin’ pretty; she reminded me of Aaliyah. She didn’t look like her, even though they were the same caramel color and had long, straight dark hair. She had Aaliyah’s cool, laid back, demeanor and I liked that shit. I didn’t like all that animated shit.

  “How old are you?” I whispered to her.

  “I’m twenty-one, how old are you?” she touched my beard. I liked that she was getting comfortable with me; maybe it was the liquor.

  “I’m twenty-six. You fuck with Gang?”

  “No, I’m just here because he invited me. I was on his guest list. We’re friends.” She was lying, but I had that effect on women. They would dump their boyfriends fast as fuck if they even thought I was interested.

  “On his guest list, huh… you sure that ain’t your nigga?” I quizzed when I saw her glance over into his VIP. She shook her head no. “You fucked him?”

  “I can’t believe you just asked me that!” she frowned.

  I knew she was appalled but I had to know. I wanted her ass bad for some reason. I didn’t know if I just wanted to fuck or if I wanted to be her man. It was a weird feeling for me, because I’d never wanted more than a couple fucks and some head from a girl.

  I’d never seen shorty before. She was beautiful and I could tell she had her mind right. I’d had my eyes on her from the moment she sauntered into the club, swaying her little body. And as soon as I saw her get up for the bathroom, I got up too. TQ was no thirsty nigga, but she had me a little parched.

  “Did you fuck him or not, Kimberlyn?”

  “No I didn’t.” I licked my lips and nodded approvingly. I was hungry for her in more ways than one. “Why?” she inquired.

  “Because I’m interested in you but I don’t want anyone that he’s had. We work together in a sense, and that just wouldn’t be cool for you to be on my arm, and having fucked him. I want something exclusive.”

  “Who said I wanted to be on your arm?”

  “Fine, you can just stay in my lap,” I whispered onto her neck and then kissed it gently.

  I felt her body stiffen up, so I gripped her tighter in my arms. Sucking on her neck, I set my drink down, and began caressing her thighs.

  “Can you leave with me?” I pulled back to look up into her face, waiting for an answer.

  She nibbled on her full bottom lip for a bit, and then nodded her head ‘yes’. I was happy as fuck, so I quickly moved her off of my lap and then stood up. I felt a pair of eyes on me, and when I looked to my left I saw it was Gang and Hayden, watching with hate in their eyes. I understood Gang being mad, but Hayden had seen me leave with plenty of women so I didn’t get it. I think she didn’t want me leaving with Kimberlyn in particular for some reason.

  I took shorty’s hand into mine, and then looked down at my brothers.

  “Aye, we about to leave,” I announced.

  Her friend Matikah looked at her, and she just shrugged one shoulder then smiled. The Goldie chick shook her head; I guess she was the cock blocker of the group. Every group of women had that one cock-blocking bitch who didn’t get any play so she didn’t want her friends getting any. Goldie was cute as fuck though, so I’m not sure why she was a cock blocker.

  “Bye, bro.” Rhys put his fist up and I dapped him. Lendsey, Britain, and Jayce did the same. I hugged Rhys’ girl, Summer, then led Kimberlyn out of the VIP.

  Gang and Hayden’s eyes followed us the whole time in the huge club, and I saw Kimberlyn look at him before swiftly looking away. To fuck with him. I let go of her hand and then hugged her from behind, placing kisses all over her sweet smelling neck. Her body felt good against mine and she wasn’t even naked… yet.

  We made it out to the parking lot, and I hit the alarm to my Maserati before opening the door for her. I got in on my side, and saw she was scoping my car with her purse in her lap. She was hugging that purse like she thought I was about to rob her ass.

  “This is really nice, TQ,” she nodded and smiled, before pushing her hair behind her ear.

  “Aye, honestly,” I cranked my car up, “I swear you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen out of everywhere that I’ve been. You from Boston?”

  “Yes, and thanks,” she chuckled and shook her head at me.

  “What?”

  “You don’t have to say all that, I’m hip to game.”

  “I don’t need game, shorty, I only speak the truth. I promise I’ve never seen a girl as pretty as you, and I’ve been almost everywhere.”

  I was dead serious; she could choose to believe me if she wanted to or not. One thing she would learn is that I didn’t need my words to get me some ass. One smile and a wink usually did it for me if my name didn’t.

  A little bit later, we pulled up to my condo building in Brighton. I parked my shit and got out, jogging around to open the door and help her out of my car. We entered the building, then I led her straight to my bedroom.

  “You thirsty? I have vodka.”

  “What makes you think I want vodka?” she smiled that beautiful smile of hers.

  “Because all bit- all women like clear shit.”

  “All bitches?” she grinned widely and we both laughed.

  “No, I meant women.”

  “Sure, mix it with some kind of juice please.” She began walking aroun
d my huge room, admiring things.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  I went to grab a bottle of Grey Goose, along with some apple juice since it was all I had, and all a nigga bought outside of liquor and water. I looked down because my dick was rock hard just from talking to her ass. That was not like me.

  Grabbing some glasses, I went back to my bedroom to find her sitting on the couch in there. She’d thrown her hair over to the other side, giving her this Victoria Secret model look. I just shook my head at her beauty, before handing over the glass.

  I filled them both with vodka and juice, then we began sipping.

  “What is a girl like you doing with a square like Gang?” I was really confused. Then again, people out here believed all that shit he barked. Real niggas didn’t need to talk so much and so loudly.

  “I told you I’m not with him, with him. And a square? Gang is the king of the city for your information.”

  “Oh yeah, but you left with me.”

  “I know.”

  “Gang is cool, but you can do better.”

  “Are you better?”

  “I think you know the answer to that, ma.” I sipped my mixture and so did she. “Why so nervous?”

  “Your reputation precedes you.”

  “What have you heard?”

  “You’re mysterious, ruthless, a womanizer, and fine.”

  I just shrugged and finished my drink.

  “Come here.”

  She set her glass down, removed her shoes, and then walked closer to me. I grabbed my remote to dim the lights, and then pulled her into my lap so that she was straddling me. She placed her soft hands on the sides of my face, and our lips finally met. Sucking her lips, I reached my hands down the back of her pants and felt her thong. I then brought my hands to the front of her body and up her shirt. When I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, my dick got even harder. I pushed her little top up to expose her perfectly round breasts, and then began sucking her nipples. I stood up, still holding her, and then carried her to my bed. She laid there looking up at me as I took off my button up, shoes, and jeans. I then began removing her jeans, and yanked them down her legs before rushing between them.

  We were kissing hungrily, and only stopped so that I could remove her shirt past her head. Her body was beautiful, toned, but soft, and her skin was the most beautiful shade of caramel. I began kissing down her stomach, and tugging on the waistline of her thong.

  “Tarenz, stop,” she pushed my head.

  “What? Why?”

  She scooted her body away from me, and further onto the bed, grabbing her top. I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t feeling this.

  “I’m not gonna be one of your little hoes that you fuck for convenience.”

  “Who said I wanted you to be?”

  “That’s what you do, I know already. When I came into the club you had a girl in your lap, TQ.”

  “Kimberlyn, it wasn’t my intention to make you some one-night stand shorty. I can get pussy from anywhere, but I want you.”

  “Why?” she frowned and pulled her shirt over her head.

  “I don’t know honestly, I just do.”

  I yanked her ankle so that she was closer to me again, and then got back between her legs to kiss her soft lips. They were red from how hard we’d been kissing seconds prior.

  “I’m not trying to hit and quit,” I said in a low tone as I kissed her neck and groped her body that was so unbelievably sexy to me.

  “It’s not supposed to be like this.”

  “What is it supposed to be like?” I stopped kissing her neck.

  “We’re supposed to go on a date or something. You probably don’t even know what that is, do you? You’re used to fucking the first night.”

  “I do know what a date is but you’re right, I haven’t been on many.”

  “I thought so.”

  She moved me off of her and then got off my bed. She grabbed her jeans from the floor, but I hopped up and pulled them from her before she could put them on. I don’t know why, but I didn’t want her to leave.

  “Look shorty, just stay here with me tonight, we don’t have to fuck. I will take you on a date.”

  “Really?” she moved her hair from being in her shirt.

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t take me if it’s just to fuck me.”

  “It’s not. I promise. Come lie down with me, without your shirt. We can keep our bottoms on.”

  She paused for a moment, and then removed her top. I took her hand in mine, and then we went and got into my bed. As soon as we did, I got back between her legs and slipped my tongue into her mouth.

  “Promise me you’ll eventually let me have you,” I said in between kisses, while groping her breasts.

  “I promise.”

  I dipped my head down to suck her nipples, and then let my hands roam her body. I was starving to fuck her right now, which was new for me. Pussy came to me so easily that I never felt the need to be thirsty for it.

  “Can I use my fingers?”

  “No, I’m a virgin, Tarenz.”

  I jerked my neck back and stared down into her eyes as if she were an endangered species; shit, she was.

  “No one has ever fucked you?” She shook her head no, and caressed the sides of my face. I pinned her hands to the bed and said, “You’re mine, Kimberlyn.”

  We smiled at one another, before I began tonguing her down again.

  “TQ, I have to go home tonight.”

  “Nah, not tonight ma. Tomorrow, after our date.”

  Chapter Two: Matikah Jacobson

  An hour and a half earlier…

  I sat down next to Lendsey, smiling at the fact that Kimberlyn was sitting in TQ’s lap. I didn’t like Gang for her, so anybody that could pull her from him was okay in my book. The only thing was that the Quinton boys were known for doing everything the bad way, especially when it came to women.

  “Why have I never seen you before?” Lendsey frowned as he looked into my face.

  He was beautiful with blemish free brown skin, full lips, bluish gray eyes, short kinky hair, a muscular build, and beautiful long eyelashes. His facial hair gave him a rugged look, making him overall easy on the eyes.

  “Because you only know women that hang out in the clubs.”

  He laughed and said, “Aye, that’s probably true. But I’m glad you decided to come out tonight.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I would’ve never met you.”

  “Not true. God puts people in other’s pathways one way or the other, so if you didn’t meet me tonight, you would’ve met me later.”

  He smiled and nodded his head.

  “You’re a know it all, it’s cute.”

  “Thanks, I guess. So where are the girls you had dancing in your lap?”

  “They’re around here somewhere, why, are you jealous?”

  “Jealous of what? I don’t even know you.”

  “I was just asking, but yeah, they’re floating around here somewhere. It’s my twenty-fourth birthday, I deserved a dance.”

  “Yeah, I guess. You just took over Gang’s party, is it true you asked and he offered?”

  “Hell no. My bro, TQ, told that nigga that it was gonna be a celebration for my birthday, and that was the end of the conversation. What you will learn about me, Matikah, is that I don’t ask for anybody’s permission to do anything.”

  He moved in closer to me, making me hot all over. I took my hair tie from my wrist, and piled my long curly locks on top of my head; yeah, he had me that hot.

  “I see, so you don’t need permission for anything?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, he was making me that nervous.

  “Nah, only to fuck. I ain’t the raping type of nigga. If she don’t wanna give it up I don’t force it. It’s rare though,” he looked my body up and down and shook his head.

  “Aye, we’re about to leave,” TQ stood up, holding Kimberlyn’s hand.

  I looked at her ass like she w
as crazy, and she had the nerve to shrug at me. This wasn’t like Kimberlyn at all, so TQ must’ve really laid his game down on her. I watched as they walked off, and TQ was all over her, while Gang and Hayden watched from afar.

  “You’re so bad, I know you got a man,” Lendsey said and I shook my head no.

  “No, I haven’t found someone worthy enough to be my man.”

  “Oh word? You’re picky, I like that.”

  “Do you?”

  “I do.”

  “Oh shoot, I just remembered I have somewhere to be in the morning. Matikah, are you riding with me?” Goldie stood up.

  I knew she was lying and only wanted to leave because Britain was getting head from some random right in the open, and she was mad about it. I wasn’t really trying to leave because I was enjoying all this flirting Lendsey was doing. I knew he was bad news, but what girl didn’t like bad boys?

  “Oh Goldie, now? It’s not even that late and we’ve only been here like two hours.”

  “I told you I had somewhere to be!”

  “Alright, give me a few minutes,” I told her and she rolled her eyes.

  “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, and when I come out I’m leaving, Matikah.”

  Once she stormed off towards the bathroom, both Lendsey and I burst into laughter. As it ceased we made eye contact. His eyes were so alluring, just like the rest of him.

  “So, since your hatin’ ass friend is mad, can I get your number before you leave?” Was he for real?

  “What do you want my number for?”

  “So I can fucking talk to you, shorty, what else would I need the shit for? I like you and I wanna spend some time with you outside of the club. And I know your little mean ass ain’t gon’ come home with me.”

  “You’re right.”

  “Exactly then, so give me that number, ma, this is the last time I’m gonna ask you before I get desperate and take the shit from your phone.”

  “A Quinton boy getting desperate? That’s unheard of.”

  “Exactly, that shows that you’re special, now quit fucking with me.” He licked his lips and handed me his iPhone with the caller app up. I typed it in, and then handed it back to him. “Thank you.”

  I spotted Goldie switching back over, so I got up from the little couch.