You Needed Me: A Love Story

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Yeah right,” she giggled as she typed.

  “My bad, I meant beat it up,” I said, making her clear her throat and re-cross her sexy legs.

  “Sup, I’m Jamie,” Aries’ homeboy stuck his hand out to her like she wasn’t damn near in my fucking lap already.

  “Aye nigga, don’t you see I’m fucking talking to shorty?” I hissed.

  “Britain man, I ain’t even notice, and you have a girl—”

  “Shut the fuck up with that bullshit. As a matter of fact, get up off this couch and go sit somewhere else with ya bitch ass!”

  “I ain’t about to—” He stopped when he felt my gun at his temple.

  Goldie tensed up, and so did a couple people who were right by us and could see. I wasn’t playing; I would murk this nigga in front of everybody in this bitch and dare one of them to snitch. Rhys might have been the hitman of us four, but my dad made sure we were all handy with a gun, and never scared to pull the trigger of one.

  “Aight, aight, chill,” Jamie said holding his hands up in mock surrender.

  I nudged his head with my gun before putting it back in my waist. He hopped his ass up and rushed through the people dancing to go to the other side of the room.

  “Fuck y’all looking at?” I growled when I saw the few people by us still watching with their mouths ajar. They scattered upon hearing my question, and then I turned back to Goldie who was looking at me with a frightened expression. “My bad shorty, now where were we?”

  I had plans for Goldie, and anyone who wanted to give me a hard time while trying to execute them would get stepped to, that included Tekeya. She was about to get the boot anyway; shit, you notice she wasn’t invited to the last few family functions.

  Chapter Nine: Lendsey

  “Fuck you was blowing up my phone for, Dania?” I frowned. She and I were sitting in her apartment as I sipped on a water bottle.

  Her ass had been calling my phone for two damn weeks now, and sending me texts saying we needed to talk. I didn’t have time for the bullshit, and in a minute I was gon’ knock her ass off. I was praying she wasn’t on that suicide shit again.

  “I’m late.”

  “Late for what?” I chuckled and took another sip of my water. I had a sister so I knew what being late meant, but I wanted to give her a chance to not sound stupid. She knew damn well there wasn’t a chance that I’d gotten her pregnant.

  “My period, Len, and I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.”

  “Yo, Dania, if you’re pregnant you know that shit ain’t mine so I’m still trying to figure out why the fuck I’m here.”

  “Lendsey, you know you’re the only one I’ve been with lately, so don’t even try to play me like that.” She shook her head repeatedly as tears flew down her fair cheeks. “Why did you have to start dating that bitch?” she began sobbing hysterically.

  “She ain’t no bitch, shorty.”

  “And now you’re defending her? I’ve been down for you for two fucking years, Lendsey, and yet somehow you make this bitch a priority? Really? What about me, huh?”

  “Dania, you know I got love for you but we had an agreement that shit was never gonna get serious like that. Why are you doing this right now?”

  “Because you said you didn’t want a relationship! I thought that when you did want to settle down I would be first in line. How the fuck did I get skipped over?”

  “I didn’t want a girlfriend, but shit just happened. I met her and I liked her. I felt something I have never felt before so I made her my girl.” As soon as I finished my sentence, Dania started taking off on me. She landed a couple punches, but I was able to restrain her finally. “Calm the fuck down, Dania!”

  “I love you, Lendsey! This is so fucked up!” she cried violently as I pinned her hands down at her side. “How can you say that you felt something that you’ve never felt before!”

  I did feel a little bad, so I pulled her into a hug and just held her small body. She was weeping so hard that I could feel her soaking my shirt. I placed a light kiss on her neck, making her pull back to look up into my eyes. Before I could say anything, her lips were against mine and we were tonguing it up.

  “Dania,” I whispered as she put her small hand down my sweats to stroke my dick.

  She began jacking it slowly, before dropping to her knees to take me into her mouth. Gripping the back of her head, I guided her up and down my dick just the way I liked it. Dania could suck dick like no other. She gagged a little bit, making my dick even harder, and a few moments later I was releasing down her throat. She hopped up ready to fuck, but I stopped her.

  “What?” she frowned down at me.

  “Move, shit!” I said more so to myself as I stood up and fixed my sweats.

  “For real, Lendsey? I can’t even get my nut?”

  “Dania, I’ll holler at you later or some shit.” I rushed out and climbed into my car. Before I pulled off, I saw her standing in the doorway watching me.

  My phone buzzed and I saw I was thirty minutes late picking Matikah up from her dentist appointment. I knew her ass was gonna be on me about fucking up, so on the way there, I tried conjuring up a good lie while ignoring her texts. I made it to the dentist office, and she was standing outside wearing a scowl. Storming over to the car, it seemed as if she locked eyes with me even though my windows were tinted.

  “You forgot,” she said once she closed the passenger side door.

  “I didn’t forget shorty, I was just running late and shit. Give me a kiss.” I pecked her cheek but she pushed me away by pressing her small hand into my collarbone. “Oh, for real?”

  “Yeah for real. You didn’t think to call or text me to say you were running late, Len? You probably were out doing dirt.”

  I floored it out of the parking lot and turned my music up, because I really wasn’t in the mood to argue with her. She was my first girlfriend in a sense, so I ain’t even know how to go back and forth without sabotaging the relationship. These hoes out here didn’t argue with me because frankly it was nothing to argue about. And if they did feel bold some days, I shut the shit down like I just did with Dania, until she opened that mouth to my dick.

  Suddenly, the Big Sean song was turned down, and I looked over to see Matikah looking at me.

  “Fuck you turn my shit down for, huh?” I furrowed my brows before pulling off at the sight of the green light.

  “I’m sorry for saying you were out doing dirt. I guess I’m still slightly paranoid, but I’m gonna do better,” she nodded as if she were talking to herself.

  I pulled over on Peterborough Street, in front of this little Mexican food spot named El Pelon Taqueria and shut the engine off. After being quiet for a few moments, I turned in my seat to look at Matikah. Hearing her say that she was sorry for accusing me of something that I had in fact done made me feel bad. I was on the fence, wondering if I should admit my wrong or just take it to the grave. I mean what did she expect? I was a twenty-four-year-old man who was used to fuckin’ any bitch that I liked. How did she expect me to change overnight? Then again, if I couldn’t do it I shouldn’t have told her I was down to be her nigga. Fuck!

  “Baby, I get why you’re paranoid because a nigga ain’t got the best background and shit. But, I ain’t worried about no other girl but you, I promise.”

  Technically, I didn’t lie. Matikah was the only girl I was worried about. I didn’t care about Dania like that, or any other hoe that may possibly come in contact with this dick. I was gonna try though, I really was. Being faithful was gonna be a true test, it would be like making a twenty-year crack head go cold turkey. It had to come down to how bad I really wanted shorty, and damn did I want her. Plus, her pussy was fire so I should be good… I hope.

  “I know, and I’m only worried about you too.”

  “You better only be worried about me.”

  Just as I said that, my iPhone began ringing in the cup holder. Dania’s name was right there on the screen, so Matikah picked it up, declined it, and th
en put my phone in her big purse that I’d just gotten her.

  “Aye shorty, give me my phone.”

  “After we eat, and why are you so in a rush to talk to that bitch? Why are you talking to that bitch anyway when you used to fuck her? Don’t she know I’m your girlfriend?” she raised her brow. She was so pretty that I had a temporary brain fart. “Hello!”

  “Yeah, yeah she knows. And I’m not in a rush to talk to anybody, I just want my damn phone, Tikah.” I reached for her purse but she moved back, wearing a smirk. “Give me my shit before I have to hurt yo’ little ass.”

  “I might like that.”

  I bit my lip and let my eyes trail her full lips, as memories of me pounding that pussy last night invaded my mind. Just that quick, I had no care for my phone.

  “Fuck it, keep it. Let’s hurry up and get this food so I can take you back to the crib and fuck.”

  “Must you be so forward?”

  “Yes, now hurry up.” I hopped out of my car. Don’t worry, I was gonna shower before I slid up in my shorty.

  ***

  “You gon’ trust me?” I panted as I rammed Matikah from the back, while pinning her arms behind her. This was my favorite position, because I loved seeing her face twist up as she looked back at me.

  “Yes, yes baby,” she whimpered.

  My girl was still pretty inexperienced in the bedroom, but I loved that she never told me no. No matter what I told her to do, she was ready and willing. Ain’t nothing like a pretty bitch who was willing to do anything to please you, but wasn’t a hoe.

  “Turn around,” I told her after she came on my dick and I pulled out. Once she did, I slipped my dick into her mouth, and humped slowly until I busted. Like the freak she was slowly turning into, she swallowed it up, and then licked her full lips. “Come here,” I pulled her into me as she breathed heavily. “I love fucking you baby.”

  “Really?” she quizzed as I laid on top of her, between her legs.

  “Hell yeah.” I began kissing her lips, then her neck, collarbone, and then her nipples. My dick was already coming back to life like them damn zombies in Thriller. “I wanna eat that pussy again.”

  She chuckled as I pressed her legs against her stomach roughly, and then began feasting on her center. Knowing this pussy was mine, intensified sex for me just like Rhys said it would. I was burying my face all in her shit, and moving my tongue like a maniac. Feeling her soft hand on my kinky hair really motivated me to get in there some more. I damn near sucked the orgasm out of her.

  “Len, baby, shit…. Uuuh mmmm, oh, oh my gosh,” she cried out.

  After she came four good times, I decided to come up for air and kiss her hungrily. I never thought I’d say this, but I could fuck the same girl all day.

  Chapter Ten: TQ

  “I have somewhere to be,” I sighed as I sat in my father’s office.

  “Somewhere that’s more important than handling business?” he raised a brow, and put the temple of his eyeglasses in his mouth.

  “This ain’t about no damn business, Pop, I can already tell. My schedule is set for the month, so I know today is about some bullshit.”

  “Watch your tone, Tarenz.”

  “I’m a grown ass man, I don’t watch my tone for no damn body, and especially not when it’s a person who is wasting my time.”

  The door opened, and my mother walked into the room. Behind her was none other than Gang. My mother kissed my face, and then left the three of us alone. I knew my dad was gonna do some shit like this because of my refusal to give up Kimberlyn.

  “What’s good, TQ?” Gang put his hand out to shake mine, but I just sucked my teeth and looked away.

  His little gesture wasn’t genuine, and if it was, he was a bigger bitch than I had assumed. He knew I was fucking his obsession, aka Kimberlyn, so why would he try to shake my damn hand? Fuck out of here.

  “Now TQ, as I explained to you before, Gang makes us a lot of money,” my father stated.

  “So do other niggas on the East Coast,” I replied, nonchalantly.

  “Yes, true, but not as much as him. We need to keep him, TQ, and right now there is only one small thing standing in the way.”

  I burst into laughter as I thought about the reason that I was here. Did this nigga Gang really have my father call a meeting to ask me to leave my girl alone? Nah, this had to be a damn dream. Was it that serious? The nigga never even hit, so where did such an attachment come from?

  “TQ, man, you don’t even want her like that,” Gang chimed in and smacked his lips.

  “Nigga, don’t speak up on me like we go way back or some shit. You don’t know what the fuck I want, homie. Just know this, Kimberlyn is my woman, and if I find out you dropped by her house again, I’m gonna make yo’ ass disappear, nigga.”

  “TQ!” my father barked.

  “Fuck this, fuck him, and if you’re on his side, Pop, fuck you too. I’m out. Don’t contact her or show up again Gang, or I’m gonna go David Copperfield on yo’ ass.”

  “Tarenz! Tarenz!” my father hollered after me but I was done already.

  Kimberlyn was mine, and as much as I hated to admit it, I had some strong ass feelings for her. I couldn’t quite explain them, but I’d never met someone like her before. Her demeanor and overall personality was something I wanted to see in a wife. I never pondered over the traits I wanted my future wife to possess until I met her. By saying that, I wasn’t gonna give Kimberlyn up to no nigga, even if it was for all the money in the damn world. Damn, listen at me.

  ***

  “Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches. Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches…”

  My brothers and I were at the strip club, and currently there was some fine ass bitch on stage, popping her perfectly round ass to DMX. Crazy enough, I didn’t feel the urge to put my dick in her mouth later like I usually would have. With the way she was looking into my eyes though, I knew she would be trying to bounce on it for me afterwards. Kimberlyn had completely seized my mind though, and just the thought of fucking another bitch at the moment had me feeling guilty and keeping a soft dick.

  “What he say?” Britain, my little brother inquired. I was just putting them up on game about what my father called me to the house for earlier.

  “Same shit he said last time, to leave Kimberlyn alone.”

  “Gang does make y’all a lot of money,” Rhys commented and took a swig of his beer.

  “And? Fuck that nigga. We make a good amount of money off the other niggas we distribute to as well, he ain’t the only nigga,” I barked but in a low tone.

  “Is she worth losing that extra cash? And pissing Pop off?” Britain quizzed and looked at me.

  This nigga valued no bitch, not even his so called girlfriend, Tekeya. He would give that bitch up in a minute if he were in my shoes. I used to be like him, never as bad, but now things were different for me. And if he kept questioning Kimberlyn’s importance, he and I were gonna have some problems.

  “Yeah, she is. I’m rich as fuck, and I’m gonna still be rich as fuck with or without Gang. I got enough money to quit this shit altogether.”

  The three of them were quiet as they processed my words. Because we all had different positions in QCF, this shit didn’t affect them as much. We were all bosses of our own area in a sense. Losing Gang would do nothing to their pockets directly, because that wasn’t their forte.

  “I let Dania suck my dick,” Lendsey blurted as he stared at the chick on stage, seemingly in a daze, but not because of her.

  “So,” Britain shrugged, wearing an irritated expression. I chuckled at him lightly.

  “What happened to all that shit you were talking about Matikah, nigga?” Rhys furrowed his brows. This nigga was always angry. He would even get angry if you told him how easy it was to get him angry.

  “It just happened. I went to talk to her because she’d been blowing me up. She told me she was pregnant, and then one thing led to another,” Lendsey explained.

 
; Like Britain, Lendsey was not built for monogamy. I don’t know what shorty said or did to convince him to be in a relationship, but it caught us all off guard, especially because it happened so damn fast. I couldn’t talk though. I just hoped she was prepared to go to war for this nigga like Dania had done plenty of times.

  Anyway, I knew Lendsey was bothered as fuck by this shit because he was a man of his word. If Lendsey said he was gonna do something, he was gonna do it. The fact that he’d already broken his promise to his shorty clearly had him buggin’.

  “Pregnant? You was sliding up in there raw?” Britain asked.

  “Nah, I mean, not that I remember. I was careful, like I am with every bitch. But when she said that it got me to thinking, ya know?”

  “So what, you gon’ tell Matikah?” I inquired.

  “Nah, you better not if you wanna keep her my nigga. Don’t listen to TQ’s ass, listen to a nigga who don’ had a girlfriend for years. Plus, who knows if she really is pregnant?” Rhys answered for him, giving him advice in the process.

  “Enough about this shit, I can’t even concentrate on these beautiful specimens because y’all are talking so damn loud,” Britain snapped.

  “Which one you taking to the crib?” Lendsey chuckled, already knowing how Britain’s ass got down.

  Britain’s girlfriend Tekeya was a nut job, yet he still strayed. Last time she caught him cheating, she threw a rock at this nigga’s head and he had to get stitches. Yet, as soon as he was able to function properly, he was back to dickin’ these hoes down. I laughed lightly at my thoughts.

  We chilled at the club until 2am, and just like I’d predicted, shorty dancing to DMX was all in my grill as I was leaving. A couple months ago I would’ve drove her to a hotel nearby and beat her guts out, but I wasn’t on that tip tonight, or any night as of late. Britain on the other hand left with two bitches, wearing a smile so wide his ears should’ve been wet.

  I made it home, and when I walked to my bedroom I spotted Kimberlyn sleeping on top of the covers in one of my t-shirts. Her hair was all over the place, and her mouth was open. She was sleeping hella good.