“I don’t know, man, Hayden is the homie. Maybe she’s just looking out for me.”
“I hope so bro, because if that nigga is smashing my bitch, we gon’ have to kill his ass.”
“Shit, that don’t sound too bad, it’s just that I would need to find a new distributor if we did. His dad, Stony, has the connects, but TQ is the one who gets it over here. Without him, we ain’t got shit.”
“True… well, we will just wait and see what’s going on. For his sake, he needs to find his own girl and keep it pushing. He can’t have both of our bitches.”
“Ain’t that the truth. Hold up, this nigga Jayce is calling me.” We smirked at one another before I answered the call.
Chapter Five: TQ
I’d just wrapped up a meeting with my brothers, father, and best friend about the trip to South Carolina. We would all be leaving in a couple of weeks, minus Jayce, and I was not excited. Every fucking time my father acquired a new distributor, it took away more and more of my time. I loved the money aspect of it, but damn, at the rate he was going, I would only have time to eat, shit, shave, and shower. I will admit it bothered me more now because it took time away from being with Kimberlyn.
“Mama and I are about to cook a big ass feast, it should be ready in a couple of hours,” my sister Saya said as she walked into the den of my parents’ home.
“Oh, I’m gonna have to take a rain check, sis, I got somewhere to be,” I replied as I took the blunt from my best friend, Jayce.
“Yeah, this nigga got him a bitch that he’s sweet on. He be trying to play that shit down, but we know the deal,” Rhys laughed and lit another blunt.
“Oh really? Is this a good time to be getting into relationships, TQ?” Saya raised a brow and folded her arms.
Saya was the spitting image of my mother, with smooth chocolate skin, and a small shapely frame. Only difference was the fact that she had bluish gray eyes like the rest of us. The one thing I hated about my sister was that she was always meddling in some shit, especially relationships. I think she thought since she was the oldest that she was supposed to. I paid her ass no mind though, usually.
“I have time for whatever I choose, Saya.”
“So it’s true, she’s your girl? Nigga, you just met her ass at the club like two days ago!” Lendsey chimed in while sipping on some mixture in his glass.
“Give the bro some credit, it’s been almost a week now,” Britain smiled at me.
“Aye! I’m a grown ass fucking man, and I’m not about to be discussing my personal life with a bunch of hating ass niggas. Whomever I choose to spend my time with is my muthafuckin’ business. Shorty is fine, I like her, and that’s it. Don’t worry about what I got going on if it don’t have nothing to do with work, aight?” I hissed and then took a pull on the blunt, making Saya exit the den.
These niggas were gettin’ on my nerves. I knew that Kimberlyn and I were moving hella fast but I couldn’t help that shit. It was moving and I couldn’t stop it because I didn’t want to. I hadn’t known her that long, but I had a stronger connection with her than any other bitch I’d ever ‘dated’. I agreed to be in a relationship with her because I’m grown and I do what the fuck I wanna do. Right now I wanted to be with her, and that’s what I was gonna do. If I changed my mind then so be it, but for now, shorty was mine and that was the end of it.
“Damn nigga, chill out. Did you cry after you nutted?” Rhys chimed in, and I shoved the fuck out of his ass as he and the room roared with laughter.
“What y’all need to be doing is worrying about your own damn bitches.”
“My girl is good, my daughter is great, and so am I,” Rhys said before blowing smoke out of his mouth.
“Nigga, Summer is about two seconds from leaving yo’ ass, shut the fuck up,” my little brother Britain said to Rhys, making us chuckle. “You better start making amends with Lisa so you’ll have some back up.”
“That’s what Summer wants y’all to think, but she ain’t going no damn where. She knows I love her. I just got some problems. And Lisa is not a problem we have,” Rhys lied through his teeth.
“You got a lot of problems my nigga. But mainly you need anger management or some shit,” Lendsey shook his head with a smile at Rhys.
“Nigga, I know you ain’t talking, you need a sex addict course. That’s why shorty left ya crib when she saw one of yo’ clients calling,” Rhys taunted Lendsey.
“Wait, what shorty?” I asked, while laughing.
“Yo’ girl’s best friend, or cousin, or whatever the fuck she is. Light skinned, long ass curly hair, and them sexy lips,” Rhys reminded me.
“Matikah.” Lendsey shook his head. “She had me feeling dumb as fuck. I thought we were about to chill and kick it, but she straight up told me to take her little ass back home.”
“All because a bitch called your phone?” Britain frowned.
“Yep.”
“What you thought, you were gonna fuck?” Rhys quizzed Lendsey.
“Shit, that would be cool, but I knew she wasn’t gonna let me that quick. I’m gonna get her ass though, watch.”
“Nigga what about Dania?” I poured myself some of the Hennessy that we had out, while waiting for Lendsey’s response.
“That psycho bitch,” Britain commented.
“Man, Dania gon’ be aight. She’s good, but I ain’t worried about her right now, I’m worried about Matikah. And Britain, worry about Tekeya, not what I got going on.”
“You’re a mess my nigga,” Jayce shook his head, as Rhys and I nodded in agreement.
Britain seemed to be in deep thought about his bat shit crazy ass girlfriend, Tekeya. Tekeya and Dania were a lot alike in the sense that they would cut anyone who got close to their men. However, Tekeya was actually Britain’s girlfriend, not some consistent smash buddy like Dania.
“Aye, let me talk to you real quick, TQ.” My best friend Jayce stood up and went into the little side area of the den.
“What’s up?” I quizzed once I got to where he was.
“I was thinking that your dad could put me in charge of the gun transport. I know he said he was looking through the roster, and I was just wondering if you could put in a good word for me and shit. I’m tired of just being a tag along, I want my own shit like you and your brothers.”
“Jayce, man, I can’t influence my father like that, and honestly I don’t think you’re ready. You’re just now getting to the point where you can go a day without drinking.”
Jayce’s wife got murdered two years ago by some bitch he was fucking with. That shit took a toll on him, a major one, and he started drinking. The judge went in on his ass, and blamed his infidelities as the reason for his wife’s death, and I think that shit made it worse. He was just now getting to the point where he wasn’t drunk twenty-four hours a day.
“TQ, come on, you’re supposed to be—”
“And he don’ already chose Solomon, he told me this morning. There ain’t shit I can do.” I patted his shoulder and walked back to join my brothers. I saw him staring at me for a bit, before he joined us as well.
I would love for him to be able to have his own area in QCF like my brothers and me, but Jayce wasn’t ready. And if he fucked up with something like that, my dad would surely murder his ass, or have Rhys do it. I didn’t wanna see him go out like that.
***
10 p.m. that night…
I was lying in my European King bed, with Kimberlyn’s head on my chest. We’d just gotten done fucking about an hour ago, but I was already ready for round two. I didn’t know what I was doing with her, and I think it was because all of this shit was so unfamiliar to me. I didn’t do relationships, yet somehow I found myself in one with someone I’d only known over a short amount of time.
“TQ, I saw Gang earlier today,” Kimberlyn whispered as we watched the lone candle flicker on the dresser in front of us. Without it, the room would be dark.
“I don’t want you around him, Kimberlyn.”
“I know, and I told him to leave right away.”
“Fuck did he want?”
“He was just wondering where I’d been all this time. He’d come by to see me a couple of times, and I wasn’t there,” she replied as I reached for my glass of water to take a sip.
“If he comes to see you again, don’t come outside, and I mean it. I got eyes everywhere, and I don’t want anyone coming to me about seeing you with that nigga.”
“Okay.” I could feel her head nodding against my chest. “I don’t wanna hear about you with other girls either,” she added in a low tone.
“You won’t. I’m with you, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then don’t worry about that.”
I gripped a handful of her long dark locks, and then pulled her head back so that I could kiss her. Her small hand rubbed up and down my chest as I kissed her roughly while playing with her clit. I quickly towered over her body, and then spread her legs open to stare at her center for a bit. I then dipped my head down, and began to suck on her clit with my eyes closed. Her taste was so good, making it possible for me to stay down there for forever it seemed.
“Tarenz,” she moaned and caressed my fade.
I held her legs apart with my hands, and continued to devour her pussy like it was my last meal. Listening to her moans, and feeling her body move slightly every time she panted was perfect. She exploded and cried out, and I just licked it up and kept going. We made eye contact as I feasted, and she bit down her lip. Seeing how much pleasure I brought her made me go harder. We intertwined our fingers as I devoured her middle, and watched her chest rise and fall rapidly.
“Baby, uuuh, mmm,” she whimpered as I pushed my face further in between her legs.
I reached up to play with her nipples as I gave her this tongue lashing, and after cumming two more times, I could tell she was spent. I could hear her nails scraping the sheets as she gripped them into her hands while crying out. My dick was so damn hard, so I came up from between her legs, and kissed all the way up to her soft full lips.
“I want you on top,” I whispered into her mouth right before our tongues became entangled.
After kissing for a nice amount of time, I laid on my back to roll a condom down. Once it was on, I tugged on her wrist. She mounted me, then I guided her down onto my dick, loving the way her face twisted up as she took me further and further inside of her.
“Just move up and down, and make sure you go all the way down, Kimberlyn,” I explained to her and she nodded.
I placed my hands behind my head, and watched as she moved slowly up and down on my pole. Every time I felt her warmth at my base, she bit her lip and whimpered lightly. She was so damn beautiful, and watching her move up and down on my rod with her snug wet walls was something I could look at all day.
“Aaaah, uuuh,” she called out as she hit the base of my dick again. She sat there paralyzed, and damn did it feel good. After a couple moments, she resumed her movements.
I sat up to grip her ass and suck on her nipples hungrily. I began slamming her down on my dick, making her scream out. I flipped her onto her back, placed her legs onto my shoulders, and went ham. I sucked on her lips, and kissed her nastily as I pulverized her pussy.
“Fuck!” I hollered out into her mouth as I continued to beat it up with her legs on my shoulders.
I kissed her harder, and then finally I was filling the condom up with my seeds. I threw my head back, panting heavily, and then slid out of her. Falling to the side, I removed the condom, and placed it into the trashcan nearby.
Looking over at her, I saw she was still breathing hard as hell. Her golden complexion was covered with beads of sweat. I leaned over and kissed her flat stomach, before pulling her closer to me.
“Who’s your man?” I sucked on her lips.
“Tarenz Quinton,” she panted and rubbed my biceps. “And I’m your girl.”
“Yep.” I got in between her legs, pinned her hands above her head, and kissed her passionately and sensually.
Chapter Five: Rhys Quinton
That damn dinner that my mom and sister cooked was off the fuckin’ chain. I ended up chilling and talking with my siblings, minus TQ, all damn night. That nigga TQ was on some other shit, and it was funny to sit and watch. He didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed having someone to keep the other side of the bed warm. Most niggas liked new pussy every now and then, but there was nothing like smashing pussy that you knew was yours. My days of stepping out were way behind me though, so hunting for that new new wasn’t my thing.
I knew TQ was trippin’ when I saw how his eyes were locked on shorty from the minute she walked into the venue that first night. The nigga watched her for an hour straight, until she went to the bathroom. It seems like they’ve been attached at the hip ever since that night too. I was happy for my little brother, and now all we needed to do was get Lendsey’s ass some act right. Britain had a bitch, but he would never change.
I walked into my condo on Glenville feeling tired as fuck. I was full as hell and it was late, so all I wanted to do was knock out. I was even too tired to fuck, which was rare because Summer always kept me in the mood, unless she started running her mouth too much. Tonight though, I was just gonna check on my daughter, Bryleigh, and then knock out in the living room.
As soon as I made it to my couch, I plopped down and began to remove my shoes. I was gonna sleep out here because I didn’t feel like showering, and I had to shower before getting into my bed and lying on my nice ass Egyptian cotton sheets. So since I was damn near dead right now, I would have to sleep on this comfy ass couch.
I got my shoes and crew neck off, then slipped my jeans down before getting a blanket from the linen closet. I laid it across the couch, took a piss, washed my hands, and then went and laid down after kissing my daughter. As soon as I began drifting off, I could tell someone turned on the living room light; that someone in particular was my girlfriend, Summer.
“Summer, please, I’m tired as fuck,” I grunted as I listened to her small feet pad towards me.
“Where the fuck have you been, Rhys?” she folded her arms across her chest and frowned down at me with her pretty face. “Bryleigh wouldn’t even go to sleep for the first hour because she was asking about you.”
My phone buzzed as Summer went on and on, so I looked down to check the text.
+1 (617) 555 - 7133: I miss you.
+1 (617) 555 - 7133: We need to talk.
I ignored the text from this girl named Lisa, and then silenced my phone before looking back up at a fuming Summer.
My girl was bad as fuck, and was cool as hell too, which is why I made her my girl. At one point in my life I was like my little brothers, not wanting to be in a relationship, but that was until I met Summer. Like Kimberlyn, she showed me how good it felt to have that one person for you at home. Summer was not only gorgeous with her smooth pecan brown skin, long brown dreads, and sexy ass frame, but she could hold a conversation and had goals. The pussy and head was on some other shit too.
I met her when I went to the mall to purchase some sneakers. I thought it was cool that she was so sexy and feminine, yet knew so much about tennis shoes. And, of course, because I’m a good-looking ass nigga, she came up out of them digits quick, fast, and in a hurry. We got off to a rocky start because I was still on my player shit, but once she made it clear that she wasn’t having it, I had to decide what was more important, her or other bitches. Of course she won, but despite my faithfulness she accused me constantly.
“Baby, I was with my family all night, please turn the light out,” I stated calmly, hoping she backed the fuck up. Summer knew my temper was bad, and I was not trying to go there with her little ass.
“With your fucking brothers, fucking bitches you mean!” she hollered, making my ears ring, and that shit pissed me off.
I hopped up off the couch and towered over her ass wearing a scowl. Just like I knew she would, she cowered under me.
“Be quiet bef
ore you wake up the baby! I told yo’ muthafuckin’ ass I was with my family! Get the fuck up outta my face accusing me of shit! I’m tired and I have a long fucking week ahead of me!” I barked and she jumped back.
“Okay,” she nodded slowly, before walking over to the light and cutting it off.
I threw my head back and sighed, before saying, “Aye, Summer, come here, man.” I plopped down on the couch.
She walked back over to me, fidgeting a bit, and then once she got close enough, I pulled her into my lap. Kissing on her neck, I groped her thighs and inhaled whatever she’d used to wash her body some hours ago.
“I ain’t mean to yell at you, but I swear to God I was with my family tonight. I love you and I am not fuckin’ around on you, okay?”
“So you don’t speak with Lisa anymore?” she raised her brow and I shook my head ‘no’.
Lisa was a girl that I cheated on Summer with almost a year ago. Summer and I had been together eight years at the time, and we’d hit a huge snag. We decided to break up for a little bit, and when we did, I met Lisa. The problem was, when I got back with Summer I fucked Lisa a couple more times, and Summer found out. I haven’t touched Lisa since then, yet Summer felt the need to question me about her. I mean, yeah, Lisa was low-key still obsessed with me, but her and I have been over for some time.
The most I did now was text other bitches here and there, but I would never fuck them. I may come over to the crib to chill, but that was it. I wasn’t built to cheat, so no matter how bad I may have wanted them right then and there, I couldn’t do it. Cheating on Summer was a one-time thing, and it would never happen again. By saying that, me texting and chilling with other girls here and there was nothing big in my opinion, since I wasn’t touching them. Even though I felt that way, Summer could never know about it.
“Why didn’t you come to bed?” she asked, pulling me from my walk down memory lane.
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