Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Okay,” I responded very lowly.

  We left the kitchen to go back to Island’s bedroom, and it was crazy to see how happy Island made her. I could tell her smile was genuine as I watched them for a little bit.

  Even though I knew my friend was strong, I still despised Belly.

  About one week later…

  Tonight was a Hip-Hop awards show, and I was dancing background for this rapper named Classy. He was huge, and I was still in disbelief that I would be on stage with him. Not to mention, it was only three of us, so it would be a lot of exposure for me.

  While backstage, waiting to go on, the other two girls and I watched the live red carpet show.

  “They are so cute together,” one commented, and when I looked up from my phone, I saw Rafi and Yesenia, hugged up like a couple on the red carpet, answering questions.

  I thought I’d be able to deal with this little publicity stunt, but seeing them together like this was too much for me. Rafi would have to choose this acting gig or me, but he could no longer have both.

  About an hour later, we were completely ready, and it was time to show out. I had such an adrenaline rush while up there on stage, dancing my ass off. I almost felt like a different person, and every time I went out there, I was reminded of how much I loved the art of dance. Once off the stage, I rushed to the back to clean up and change.

  As I was walking through to go out and sit in the audience next to Blaise, I saw Rafi. He was announcing an award, and he was also nominated for one as well.

  “I need to speak with you.” I walked right up on him. Turning to me, he smiled widely, but it faded when he witnessed my facial expression.

  Stepping down the hall some for privacy, he touched my arm and asked, “What’s up, baby?”

  “I’m not doing this secret stuff anymore, Rafi. Either you make it known and clear that you and I are together, or we won’t be together. And I’m talking within the next twenty-four hours.”

  “Priscilla, I told yo’ ass—”

  “I know what you told me, and now I’m telling you… make it known, or we’re done.”

  I moved around him and yanked my arm when he tried to grab my wrist. Taking my ass out to the audience, I sat down next to Blaise, who looked radiant in her pink dress against her luminous brown skin.

  “You looked so bomb up there.” She smiled.

  “Thanks. I tried.”

  We sat back enjoying the award show for the next hour, and when it was time to announce the categories for Best Rap Album, I zoned in. Even though I was angry with Rafi, I did want him to win. As we waited to hear the winner, I was on the edge of my seat.

  “Rafiiiiii!” This actress yelled his name after opening the envelope.

  His song played as the camera showed him getting up from his seat to come accept his award.

  When he got up to the podium, he grinned, clutching the award tightly in his big hands.

  “I just want to say I’m thankful to all my fans and everybody that contributed to the success of this album and the making of this album. I’m especially thankful of God and all the blessings I’ve received from Him. And lastly but definitely not least, to my family; my mama, my two beautiful kids, and my beautiful girlfriend, Priscilla Dimitri… I love y’all. Peace.”

  Belly

  A few days later…

  I’d been calling Blaise’s ass every night to cupcake and shit with her ass, and she’d been answering. I thought I was breaking her the fuck down, and the shit had me feeling good. Even though it wasn’t close to what I wanted between us, it was something. She’d been ignoring me for weeks prior to that, so shit was on the up and up in my eyes.

  That was until a few days ago, when she stopped answering my calls, texts, direct messages, and actually changed her muthafuckin’ locks so none of my spares worked. By saying that, she had me fucked up, so right now, I was outside of the studio set she’d been working on for that movie, and I was about to roll up on her ass.

  “Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” Some short fat nigga with pit stains tried to cut off my path.

  “Tell me where Blaise Cansino is.”

  Chuckling before sipping his coffee, he replied, “And who are you exact—Cortez Khalil.” He nodded, recognizing me. “Unfortunately, Mr. Khalil, Blaise is in her trailer getting dressed and cannot have visitors.”

  “Oh word? Who said she can’t have visitors?” I moved closer to him, and his mouth opened and closed a few times, with no words coming out.

  “Well… I… umm… not me.” He palmed his chest. “These were just the orders I was given. I’m her producer and—”

  “Look, bruh. Either you tell me where the fuck to go to get to her trailer, or I’m gon’ beat yo’ ass.” I spoke calmly, letting him know it wasn’t a fucking thing for me to knock his ass out. “And if I have to beat yo’ ass, something I usually get paid to do, I’m really gon’ fuck yo’ ass up. You ever had a burger through a straw?”

  “My apologies, Mr. Khalil. Miss Cansino is right through this garage-like area, through the orange door, and to the left. Her name will be on the trailer.”

  “Hey, is there a problem, Ted?” Some ugly Hispanic bitch approached like she was about to handle some shit. She looked like she stunk but didn’t.

  I started to walk off, but on the way, I grabbed her Starbucks coffee cup and dropped it into the trashcan nearby.

  “Oh,” Ted commented.

  “Excuse you!” the bitch yelled.

  “You don’t need to be drinking anymore coffee until you learn to brush yo’ fucking gums,” I let her know. “You got them black rings around yo’ fucking teeth. You lucky I ain’t punch yo’ ass out of reflex for rolling up on me with that scary shit.”

  I continued off, irritated and disgusted as fuck by that hoe’s mouth. I never understood how people knew their shit looked like that and didn’t care. She should be thanking me for my help.

  I followed Ted’s directions, and when I spotted the big silver and white trailer with my girl’s name on it, I jogged a little bit. When I got to the door, it sounded like I heard somebody throwing the fuck up, so I attempted to yank the damn door open, but it was locked. I immediately broke the handle off and busted inside.

  I saw Blaise coming out of the bathroom, just as I got a good ass look at this fancy ass trailer. This was a whole damn apartment.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” She wiped her mouth.

  She looked beautiful, even with all that heavy makeup they’d thrown on her pretty ass face. Her hair was down her back but pinned behind her ears. And she was wearing this white silk robe that was nice and short, showing her thick brown legs that seemed to glisten for a nigga.

  “Baby, you aight?” I neared her, trying to pull her in, but she moved, grabbing a toothbrush to begin cleaning her mouth.

  I continued to survey the trailer as I waited, and once she was done flossing, scraping her tongue, and rinsing with Listerine, I yanked her ass into me.

  “Moooove, Cortez! You need to leave!” She looked sad as fuck and miserable, so I could tell she was ill.

  “You sick or something?” I kissed her cheek then her lips before she moved her face.

  “I ate some bad salmon at a buffet.”

  “Since when do you go to fucking buffets? You only eat fancy shit.” I grinned, making her roll her eyes as she repeatedly tried to move from my embrace.

  “Since forever. Now can you leave. I have to change into my clothes.”

  “Just change. I’ll sit right here.” I took a seat on the couch. She folded her arms, staring down at me.

  “No, I want you to go. Why are you even here? And how did you get in here? I locked the door.” She went to check it and then palmed her face when she saw I’d broken the handle. “What the fuck, Cortez!”

  “I heard you throwing up and shit, so I came in to save you. Why the fuck you ain’t been answering my calls lately?”

  “Because I don’t want to.” She put the cha
in on for the door just in case. “We have nothing to talk about. I’m single, you’re single, and we need to press on with our lives.” She sat down in the swivel chair that was in front of the mirror.

  Turning the chair so that she was facing me, I let my hands grip her thighs and said, “I ain’t fucking single; you my girl.”

  “No the fuck I’m not.”

  “What I tell you about that shit, huh? You just think you ain’t my girl, but in reality, you are. So what you think and what’s reality, are two different things. I’m gon’ have yo’ ass committed if you keep talking crazy.”

  “Cortez.” She looked down at my hands gently caressing her thighs, so I took that opportunity to bring her into my lap, making her straddle me. “We can’t be together. I don’t want to.”

  “Why, Blaise?” I inquired dryly. We would just be together unwillingly.

  “Because I want to be with somebody that is honest, that loves only me, that wants to be with only me, and that’s not you. Not to mention, I don’t trust you. Every time I hear your name in the same sentence as another woman, I feel queasy. I don’t want a relationship like that.”

  “Blaise.” I brought her closer into me and tightened my grip on her body. “I only want yo’ ass, I swear. I’m trying to show you that. I’ll cut off all them hoes I was fucking and letting suck me up, for you.”

  “Do you have to say it like that?”

  “Say it like what? That’s what the fuck they were doing.”

  “Never mind.” She shook her head, and when I saw a lone tear, I thumbed it before pressing my lips against hers.

  I hadn’t fucked her in a cool ass minute, and I was now realizing that pussy wasn’t just pussy. Fucking these other females didn’t cure the want I had for what Blaise possessed between her legs. Feeling her soft ass body under me, the way she whimpered my name, the way her ass bounced when I beat it up doggy-style, the faces she made, how she tasted, smelled, all that shit came into play. Blaise had that good shit.

  “Blaise, what the fuck you crying for, baby? I love you. On everything, I love you.” I kissed on her lips, her collarbone, and her neck repeatedly. “Tell me what you want me to do, because I’m not leaving yo’ ass alone.”

  Desperate was a fucking understatement. As bad as Blaise was giving it to me, she never had to worry about me fucking up if she took me back. Shit.

  “You have to,” she whimpered.

  “I can’t. And I know I fucked up, but I put it on my life that if you forgive me, all the great shit to come will outweigh that hiccup.”

  She was quiet but eventually got up to sit back in her chair, making me sigh out of fucking frustration. She tried to turn to face the mirror, but I stopped her, tugging the belt of her robe. When it fell open, my dick sprung the fuck up like roosters when the muthafuckin’ sun rose.

  “Cortez, I’m not fucking you.”

  “I know.” I pulled her thong down, brought her to the edge of the elevated chair, and buried my face between her legs.

  Spreading her thighs as they sat on my shoulders, I sucked her clit hungrily, causing her to cry softly while caressing my head.

  “Mmm, okay.” She panted, cumming heavily as a muthafucka. I lapped it up, then slipped my tongue into her opening, before dragging it back to vacuum her clit into my mouth.

  Like always, she released so hard that her knees tried to come together, but I kept them apart, pressing her thighs upward and against her stomach. Her pussy was sopping wet, and I was basking in that shit, loving the smell and taste. Her soft whimpers turned me the fuck on, and after she came again, I French kissed her pussy for a few before going back in for more, keeping her legs open.

  “Shit,” I mumbled, getting my tongue well acquainted with the pussy, allowing my mouth to become one with the shit. Her nectar was coming down my chin, and the shit was sexy as a hell. I kept switching back and forth between suctioning her bud and flicking my tongue over it. Palming the backs of her thighs, I latched my mouth onto her clit and hungrily yet passionately sucked the life out her ass.

  “Oh…” Blaise let out a soft moan, just as her body tensed up, and again, she exploded.

  I made sure to take up every drop, before planting a final kiss and coming up for air. I noticed when I kissed her flat stomach, she recoiled very slightly.

  “You taste sweeter,” I whispered against her lips before slipping my tongue into her mouth. We sat there kissing and shit for a minute before she nudged me away. Gripping her chin, I forced another kiss on her then said, “I love you.” She just kept her attention the other way, so I stood up straight. Before I left the trailer, I said, “I’m calling you tonight, and if you don’t answer, I’m gon’ act a muthafuckin’ fool in yo’ condo building.”

  “Get out, Cortez.”

  I did as she’d asked, but I was dead serious.

  One week later…

  Cool with your bitch smokin’ sherbert… Lil baby, you makin' me nervous… Go to your hood, yeah, I'm purgin’… Hop in the Lamb, yeah, I'm swervin’…

  Drinks of all kinds, weed, and a bunch of other shit were being consumed as “Nervous” by Famous Dex poured from the speakers of this live ass club. Tonight, Siggy was having a big ass party at this plush ass lounge out in Hollywood to give the first full listen of his song to the public. It was invite-only, and per usual, he made sure all types of bitches filled this shit up.

  Since I had a fight coming up in two weeks, the only shit I was getting fucked up on was this water jug. It was cool though; I had a greater goal.

  “This place is nice as fuck, huh?” Will looked to me, and I nodded in agreement. I didn’t fuck with lounges too much, but this shit here was more like a small intimate club.

  “This nigga.” I chuckled at Cole inspecting each female before allowing them in or denying them entry into our section.

  When one walked up in a short ass skirt and a top that barely covered her breasts, my eyes traveled down her sexy ass frame. Her skin was reminiscent of caramel, and her hair was up in one of them tight ass ball shits. She was pretty as fuck.

  “Damn, that’s Megyn Thomas.” Manny sat next to me. “I need this one.”

  I chuckled before saying, “What you waiting for, nigga?”

  “Ain’t she an Instagram hoe?” Will questioned.

  “Sort of. But she got a lash company or something. She got a little money on her. She used to be a stripper,” Rocko answered.

  “Damn, nigga. You got her whole fucking life story!” Manny laughed. “But good shit to know.” He stared her down.

  “I follow all the fine ass females on the gram.” Rocko took down some Hennessy and then refilled his glass.

  I didn’t give a fuck about the bitch, so I kept quiet. She was fine as shit, but a lot of females were. If they weren’t Blaise, I gave it no energy.

  “Now what you wanna waste ya time on that for? You need a real wholesome woman,” Will said, shaking his head.

  “Wholesome females don’t suck dick the same, so nah, don’t nobody want that shit,” I replied before dapping up a laughing Manny and Rocko’s funky breath ass. I made sure he sat across and to the right of me but not right next to me. I was too muthafuckin’ sober to be smelling that signature trash and ass scent he carried on his tongue.

  “Whatever.” Will waved me off.

  Megyn was talking to Cole, who was attempting to push up on her, before she finally slipped away and started over. When she came up to sit, Manny moved down to allow her in between he and I.

  “Hi, I’m Megyn. I just wanted to say I will be at your match against Sully.” She smiled widely. She looked even better up close.

  Megyn was as pretty as Maia but not as pretty as Blaise. Blaise made niggas act thirsty as fuck. Had that nigga Bizz buying her Patek watches when she hadn’t even kissed him. Now I remembered I had to beat that nigga’s ass next time I saw him.

  “Cool.”

  “I’ll be front row, so I hope you’ll see me. You can see front row people while in
the ring, right?”

  “I can.” I chuckled subtly as I nodded, because Manny was making all kinds of faces and shit at me behind her back because she wasn’t fucking with him instead.

  “Okay, good. And maybe afterwards, we can hang out or something.”

  “Hang out or fuck?”

  She stared at me with her sexy lips parted slightly. I guess she was caught off guard or waiting for me to crack a smile to indicate that a nigga was joking, but I wasn’t. The fuck was we gon’ hang out for? I had a girl; she was just experiencing some mental issues that were holding us up. Once she realized we were still together, everything would be cool.

  “Hang… out.” Megyn took my free hand into hers, but I moved it. “I’m interested in getting to know you, so you never know what can happen.”

  Squinting my eyes at her with a smirk, I made her giggle before I said, “We’ll see.”

  “You’re so fucking fine.” She laughed. “Can I stay over here with you for the night?”

  I gave her one nod to let her know it was cool, and she returned a wide grin. Everybody continued to drink and smoke, except me, and once Siggy’s song played, niggas got even more turnt. Megyn gave me a lap dance, and the plumpness of her ass had me paying close attention.

  “Drip Too Hard” by Lil Baby came on, so she slowed down her moves, getting my dick hard as fuck.

  “You’re happy to see me, huh?” She looked over her shoulder at me.

  “Don’t acknowledge the shit unless you gon’ handle it for me,” I leaned closer to whisper into her ear. I watched as she nibbled on her lip, wearing a slight smile as she continued moving her body, grinding extra hard on my dick since it was swollen.

  Standing up, I hugged her body so she wouldn’t fall, and then took her hand to lead her to the back area where I’d seen a private room. I wasn’t sure what it was for, but it was about to be for dick sucking.