Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 3

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Yeah.” I nodded as he thumbed my tears before kissing me again.

  “Aight then. Don’t blame yaself for how that nigga be acting. He got four hundred kids; he know what the fuck he should and shouldn’t be doing. And I’m not trying to step on his bitch ass toes. I just love Island because I love you, so I naturally treat her a certain way.”

  “I know, and I like how you are with her. Sometimes I wish you were her daddy, and that makes me feel like shit.”

  “Ain’t nothing wrong with wanting better for yo’ baby.”

  “I want to go to the lake. All three of us.”

  “Good, ’cause we were going anyway.”

  I giggled just before our lips crashed together then parted slowly.

  Softly before our tongues entangled, I whispered, “I love you.”

  Two days later…

  Belly’s mother, Christine, agreed to meet me for food, and I was nervous because I didn’t know what to expect. Belly had only described her as weak, deluded, and mean, which was a very odd combination of traits.

  I wanted to get along with her because I was hoping that she and Belly would become closer, but I couldn’t do that if we didn’t mesh well. And if the bitch was mean, I was praying she didn’t want to fight, because I wasn’t exactly in a condition to be tussling with my fiancé’s mama.

  We decided to have brunch at this place named Otium. It was a cute, rustic spot with great lighting. I felt like somewhere dark wouldn’t correctly set the mood, so I chose somewhere with a good energy and atmosphere.

  “Hello, is there a table seated under the name Christine?” I asked the hostess. His mother didn’t have a cell phone, so I couldn’t text her.

  “Yes, right this way. Would you mind signing an autograph for my girlfriend? She loves your show.”

  “Of course.” I snickered, just as we arrived to the table. I quickly signed the napkin for him and then turned to look down at the beautiful woman seated. She looked so sweet, quiet, and harmless, that I couldn’t believe this was the woman Belly had told me about. “Christine?” I inquired to be sure.

  “Yes, hello, Blaise.” She rose up, eyeing me. “Wow, you are so much prettier in person.” She hugged me.

  “Thank you. You’re very beautiful yourself.” We released one another and sat down.

  This was a good start.

  “Oh, I’m just okay. So wow, I finally get to meet the woman who is going to marry my son.”

  “Yes, that’s me.”

  “And give me my first grandchild. Ah.” She shook her head at me, grinning. “You are just wonderful.”

  Belly had his mama all wrong, or maybe this was a clone, because this lady was nice as hell.

  A waitress tended to our table, getting our drink orders and a small plate to start with to give me more time to look at the menu. Christine and I talked while waiting for it, and by the time our small plate was delivered, I’d decided on the chicken enchiladas to go with my iced tea.

  “This is nice, isn’t it? We’re going to have to do this again. And I think you should meet my mother,” I suggested.

  “Yeah, that’d be great.” She ate some of the potatoes. “My son seems to really love you. I mean, right now.”

  “Right now?”

  “Yes, while things are new and exciting. He and his father are a lot alike. Once the wedding bells are rung and the baby arrives, things take a… turn.”

  “I don’t think Cortez and I will have that issue, no offense.”

  “None taken. But honey, I think I know my child a little better than you. It’s not in his blood to just be with one woman. But you may have a chance to prolong his behavior if you break his heart now.”

  “There is no such thing as something like that not being in one’s blood. I think I know Cortez better than you, and I don’t want to break his heart.”

  “Fine.” She looked me over sympathetically. “I’m just saying, if you show him who is boss now, you’ll end up with the upper hand, unlike me. I say have the baby, get a little something on the side, and let him know he’s not the only one who can find something new here and there.”

  “You want me to do that to your son,” I stated more so than asked because I was in disbelief. Maybe she was testing me.

  “I love him, but come on, I’m sure he’s already cheated on you.”

  “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’d like to change the subject to something else.”

  Christine laughed, nodding her head as confirmation.

  “See, I knew it. Come on, girl. If his last name is Khalil, he’s going to cheat.” She sipped her drink. “And honestly, you’re so beautiful, you seem very smart, and loyal too, so what could you possibly see in Cortez? Yes, he’s very good looking, has money, and is pretty good at boxing or whatever, but he doesn’t even have a high school diploma.” She frowned, almost disgusted. “He’s affiliated with gangs, I mean the list goes on. You do not have yourself a catch, girlfriend. You can do better, so why not get that on the side.”

  I couldn’t believe she had talked about her own son like that. You’d think I was her daughter and he was some random man with the way she went on about him as if he wasn’t worth the shit you stepped in on the sidewalk.

  “Well, Mrs. Khalil, I definitely have a catch, and it has only little to do with his impeccable looks, financial status, and sports playing abilities. It’s understandable that you’re blind to it because you’ve never experienced being loved by a real man, so I won’t fault you for it. But I can see it clear as day, and I’m head over heels in love with him.” I grinned. “He’s perfect. I would never do anything to betray him or break his heart because he doesn’t deserve that. And I wouldn’t care if he was ugly, broke, and had to place his finger under each word to read a sentence in a book, I would still be just as in love with him.”

  “You don’t understand—”

  “I understand perfectly, and for your son to be so dumb, he sure and the fuck made a way out of no way without your help. He’s doing much better than that husband of yours, who has a diploma, is one bill away from being broke, and still chasing skirts in his late fifties.” I stood up, grabbing my purse.

  “He has money! He lives in Beverly Hills.”

  “No Mama, he lives with a woman in Beverly Hills; big difference. Maybe go get yourself another high school diploma so that nigga won’t be constantly pulling the wool over your foolish eyes. Have a good day.”

  I left her ass right at the table because I felt myself wanting to punch her.

  Mama or not, no bitch was about to come for my man.

  Belly

  I’d heard that Merlin was at a video shoot for one of his artists, so I wanted to pull up on Blood. I knew he thought I forgot about that bullshit he posted, trying to make it seem like he was back fucking with Blaise.

  At the time, I had to stay focused on my match and wasn’t gon’ do shit that could possibly disqualify me from fucking Mason up, so I played it cool. But now that I ain’t have a match lined up, Merlin was about to learn there were females he could play games with and there were ones he couldn’t, like Blaise.

  “Excuse me, you can’t go in there.” Some baldhead nigga that was about five feet three put his hand up.

  “And who the fuck gon’ stop me?” I stared down into his eyes, and he just sucked his teeth before moving to the side. “That’s what the fuck I thought,” I spat, walking right in like it was nothing.

  When I entered the main room where the video was being shot, a bunch of females were all over the room and in little ass bikinis. My stature was far from subtle, so as soon as I appeared, all eyes were on me.

  “Hi, Belly!” a few of the females called out to me in unison, and when I nodded to say ‘what’s up’, they damn near came in them cheap ass panties.

  I scanned the area until I saw Merlin with a ball on top of his head like a bitch. He was talking, but when we made eye contact, he pursed his lips then said something to who I guess were his bodygu
ards.

  “I don’t want no issue. I’m handling business right now,” Merlin spoke up once I got closer.

  “I don’t give a fuck about yo’ business. Just like you ain’t give a fuck about mine when you posted her on yo’ shit, trying to be funny.”

  “Man, let it go. That was a minute ago.”

  “Yo’ pigeon toed ass ain’t at the top of my fucking priority list, nigga.” I frowned because this nigga was out of his fucking mind. “I gave you a pass the last muthafuckin’ time, so you thought shit was sweet, but that’s not the case no more.” I started to get closer.

  “Aye, now—ah!” One of his guard niggas stepped up, so I immediately twisted his arm behind his back.

  “Shut yo’ ass up and sit the fuck down.” I tossed him to the floor, and he stayed right there, wincing in pain.

  His counterpart tried to run up like a fucking idiot, so I gave him a quick gut punch that forced his knees to knock as he fell to the floor. Merlin, witnessing his bodyguards go down, booked it toward the back. I didn’t expect his wack ass to respond that way, so I had a delayed reaction before rushing after him.

  He busted through the back door, running at full speed, and I was right on his heels. Luckily for him, he slipped through a white screen door, locking it before I could follow. Shit was no problem for a nigga used to ducking and dodging one time, so I hopped onto the dumpsters and then over the brick wall like it was nothing. The fear in his eyes as he looked over his shoulder to see me clearing that brick barrier, landing on my feet, and darting after his ass, was comical.

  “Aight, man, my bad!” he hollered, still running.

  “That’s all I wanted,” I let him know, causing him to slow down and stop.

  Turning to me, he asked out of breath, “For real?”

  “Nah.”

  WHAM!

  With one hit, Merlin was on his back, knocked the fuck out. I stood over him to see if he would get up, but he wasn’t moving, so I knew he was out cold. The hood nigga in me checked his pockets, removing all the knots of cash. I guess it didn’t matter how much money a nigga had, some shit I couldn’t change. He had a photo of Blaise in his wallet like an old ass grandpa, so I pocketed that shit too.

  I walked back into the building and through where the video was being shot. I could feel people looking at me, probably wondering why I was alone and not with Merlin, but I paid the shit no mind.

  “Belly, can I ride your dick?” one of the females called out to me.

  “I’m straight. I never want it if it’s that easy.” I looked to her. There was no point in me mentioning Blaise; these females knew about her and didn’t give a fuck.

  As I kept walking, I heard some heels behind me, before a bitch cut off my path; pretty ass girl but obviously thirsty as fuck.

  “Sometimes easy is good. I’ve never gotten any complaints.”

  “I just told yo’ ass I was straight.” I then grabbed her wig by the bangs, lifting it right off of her head. Blaise always told me if there was no visible scalp, it could come right off. “Lighten up on the weight of ya wigs so you can hear better, aight?” I dropped it in her hands and left as the other bitches gasped, and the niggas laughed.

  By the time I’d gotten home a few hours later after running errands, my phone was blowing up. I saw someone had recorded me chasing Merlin out of the video shoot, but since the cameras were only inside, they didn’t catch me knocking him the fuck out in the back alley. The nigga had finally woken up and gained enough composure to social media bang on me about how I was gon’ regret disrespecting him.

  I laughed, taking the blunt I’d rolled to the face. He could talk all the shit he wanted, but he had no way to explain why he was on video sprinting like a bitch. I’d let him run his mouth on the Internet because he was a media thug and wasn’t really about to pop shit with a proper hood nigga like myself. He was a joke, and I took it as such.

  Lake Arrowhead, CA…

  The drive out here took a little over an hour, so it wasn’t too bad. Blaise’s ass was scared Island would get restless, but baby girl was chill as fuck like I knew she would be. All she needed was some snacks and a sippy cup just like all a nigga needed was a burrito, weed, and Hennessy to be chill. I had the father shit down pat.

  When we arrived, I told Blaise to take Island to get us something to eat and bring it up to the room, while I checked in then brought our bags up. I just needed some alone time to decorate a little bit. We had the presidential suite, which was equivalent to a nice sized condo.

  I lit the fireplace and then took the four bouquets of roses from the bag I had them in. I was happy as fuck they didn’t die during the hour drive, and if they had, I was fucking that florist up when we got back to LA.

  Leaving one intact, I set it in the middle of the big ass bed, then just went ham, ripping the petals off the others to sprinkle all over the floor and the bed. I planned to make the ones on the bed into a heart shape, but the shit was too complicated, so I said fuck it; shit, a square was just as romantic.

  I put out the chocolate covered strawberries and then a gift I’d bought Blaise.

  Just as I brushed my fresh fade, I heard her knocking, so I went to let her in.

  “The chicken sounded good, so I got us the same thing.” She lifted the bag.

  “That’s fine.” I closed the door behind her and Island.

  We ate in the dining area together, and per usual, once Island was done, her ass passed the fuck out. That shit was never not funny to a nigga.

  The couch bed was already out, so Blaise just laid her down under the covers and on the big ass plush pillow.

  “I’m so tired.” She started back toward the room.

  “Can’t sleep yet.” I opened the bedroom door.

  “Cortez.” She covered her mouth. “When did you do this?”

  “While y’all were getting the food.”

  “Oh my gosh. You actually tore petals off of a bouquet?” She picked one of the petals up.

  “Yeah, how else would I set this shit up?”

  “Baby, they sell loose petals.” It was silence before she began laughing. “But this is even better. This is so sweet.”

  “I figured since my proposal wasn’t all romantic and shit, this could be a little extra added bonus.” I handed her the gift I got her, which was a diamond tennis bracelet.

  “Your proposal was perfect. This is a nice addition though.” She talked as she opened the box. “Baby,” she whispered. “You remembered when I said I’ve always wanted a tennis bracelet.”

  I nodded, moving toward her.

  We started kissing as I backed her to the bed, and when we got on, I stopped since she wanted to share a strawberry with me.

  “Aye, some bitch gave me this in the lobby. She was having a party in her suite and had some extra, so she passed the shit out when I was checking in.” I pulled the box from the side of the bed, handing it to Blaise.

  “A sex swing?” She inspected it.

  “Fuck is that?”

  “I guess you get in it like this and have sex.”

  “Let’s go then.”

  “Cortez, no, I’m too fat.”

  “Nah, you fine as fuck, and I’m horny, so give me this shit.” I took it, getting off the bed to open it up.

  “Baby, no. Let’s make love like old people. I’m tired and I feel heavy,” she whined.

  I ignored her, figuring the shit out, and once I did, I set it up, using the door to our bedroom. I checked on Island before closing the door and adjusting the straps.

  “Come on, I won’t keep you in it long.”

  Pouting, Blaise got off of the bed, and I helped her undress. She did the same with me, just before I cut the lights off and lit two candles.

  Taking her hand, I helped her sit in the swing, spreading her legs and putting her thighs in the side loops.

  “I can’t believe this.” She giggled, holding on tightly to the swing straps.

  “I wanna take a fucking picture of this s
hit. Damn.”

  I stared her pretty ass down in the swing, the candlelight flickering over her sweet brown skin. Her hair was down, falling over her, and her belly was so big, round, and perfect. Not to mention her pussy was staring me right in the face, looking like the prettiest shit I’d ever seen.

  I adjusted the height of the swing, bringing her up a little bit, and then I moved her hair so I could slip my tongue into her mouth. I trailed my lips to her ears then her neck and down to her nipples. Once I had my fix on those, I kissed down her belly and then moved on to her inner thighs. I sucked and licked on each one, right up to her pussy, liking the sounds of her moans and whimpers.

  “Cortez.”

  “You damn near dripping,” I said, amazed before sucking on her pussy for a little bit. I liked having her legs locked in the open position.

  Placing her thick thighs on my shoulders, I buried my face in between her hips, flicking my tongue over and sucking her clit gently. She was wet as hell already, juices dripping down my lips as I feasted on her. She came in no time, sweat gliding down her body, and I just let my hands assault her fine ass as I continued to eat. Her pussy and my mouth were one, so I enjoyed the taste of her nectar seeping out every fucking second it seemed.

  “I think I’m gon-na pass out,” she sniveled, cumming for the second time and about to bite a hole in her lip.

  I ignored her pleas, because I knew she just wanted out of the swing because she had no control over how long I ate her ass up. I let my tongue dip into her opening before dragging it back up to slurp her bud, making her release to the point where she trembled violently.

  “Shit,” I cursed in between sucking her clit, liking how fucking wet she was and the taste. Shit was sloppy, and I didn’t know if I wanted to keep eating or slide up inside it.

  “Cortez, baby, oh my gosh,” she whimpered as I French kissed the pussy. The straps her thighs were in had her legs elevated a little bit, giving me the ultimate access.

  “Mmm,” I grumbled, licking her clean before rising up with a smirk. “That was fun, huh?” I leaned down to suck on her neck as she panted.