by Nikki Brown
He walked out and I snatched away from Jaako and threw myself on the couch. I was tired of Kayson treating me like I was a damn child. I was a grown as man and could do what the fuck I wanted to do and I was going to do just that.
“Y’all can go too.” I told Jaako and Omari. They both looked at me like they wanted to kick my ass too but instead they both just left.
I sat there stuck in my thoughts; I didn’t know why everyone was tripping. Hell, they do the same shit I do and I don’t say shit. I let them do them. I wanted the same got damn respect. All the shit I had been through, I deserved to do what the fuck I wanted to do.
For some reason, I didn’t want to be alone right now. I wondered if Heaven could get away from that bitch she called a boyfriend. I picked up the phone to give her a call.
“Hello,” she whispered.
“Why the fuck you whispering yo.”
“Cause I’m in the bathroom Denari, what do you want?”
“I need to see you.”
“I can’t, I’m at Ortiz’s family’s house and we are about to have lunch.”
“So, fuck that nigga, it ain’t like you like his ass anyway.”
“Well Denari you ain’t exactly ready to settle down with me, now are you?”
“Heaven I told you that I ain’t about to stop fucking bitches now if you willing to jump on board, I will welcome you with open arms.” I laughed.
“Fuck you Denari.” She said before she hung up the phone.
Me and Heaven had been fucking around for about a year and she wanted me to be serious with her so she could get away from Ortiz bitch ass. Ortiz was the leader of the Ortiz boys that ran out of Fort Mill, South Carolina. They were some half ass gang bangers that dealt a little here and there, but they were mostly petty thieves and jack boys. We had a few run ins with them a few times and it wasn’t pretty, but I think they got the idea and backed the fuck off.
Ortiz treated Heaven like she was his property, like she belonged to him. She hated it but wouldn’t leave because she didn’t have anywhere else to go. I always told her she was welcome to come here, but she would always say that at least with Ortiz it was all about her and with me she would be just another number and she was right. Since she didn’t want to come play, I would call my number two. I picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“What do you want Denari?” she said with an attitude.
“Ya man just left.” I laughed. “Come see me.”
“I don’t know, I don’t want Jaako to see me.” Krista said but I could tell she wanted to come get some of this dope dick.
“Man, he ain’t. You coming or not?”
“Yeah I’m on my way.”
“Well bring that ass on then.” With that I hung up the phone and went to do me another line and get ready for her sexy ass to get here.
Chapter Six
Krista
I know what you’re thinking but I love Jaako, I do. I just wanted Jaako to be the man I wanted him to be but he was just not willing to compromise. I thought that he was a man that I could mold into who I wanted him to be and that was working well for me until he started working with that fucking lawyer. I knew how he felt about that lawyer bitch, because I overheard a conversation he had with Kayson once but I wasn’t worried because what kind of lawyer would date a fucking drug dealer. Defeats the whole purpose, right?
Jaako hated to be alone so I knew that he wouldn’t leave me, especially if he didn’t have a for sure chance with the lawyer bitch. He had been that way since he was younger and his parents died in that home invasion. He always tried his best to keep everyone at peace because he knew first-hand how it felt to lose someone you loved. His favorite line was “Life is too short,” and I admit that I took full advantage of that.
I loved the life that Jaako provided for me and losing that was not in the plan. Hell, I thought my impeccable bedroom skills would keep him tamed but he wasn’t like most men. Jaako wanted that fairytale love, but the hood version. I just wanted a man that would take care of me and do what the hell I said. Was that too much to ask? I mean my mom ran my dad for years and still did to this day. She handled all the finances and my dad just worked and brought home the money. That was how I grew up and that’s how I wanted to live.
Now Denari was just something to do to pass the time. When Jaako wasn’t available, I could call him and he would take care of me. I think I was just wrapped up in the thrill of being with him. I didn’t want anything real or special with him I just wanted the dick whenever I could get it. As soon as Jaako started being the man that I wanted him to be, I would leave Denari alone. I would miss his dick action but I’m sure I could teach Jaako some of the things Denari does. I’m not saying that Jaako’s sex is bad, because he had the tool and knew exactly how to use it. Denari was just better in my opinion. He was younger and liked to fuck. Jaako was into making love and all that sweet stuff. Sometimes a girl just wanted to be choked and slapped around a little you know? This was why I was knocking on his door as we speak.
“Damn why you banging like the fucking police Krista?”
“Because you knew I was coming so the door should have been unlocked.” I said with much attitude. That was the one thing I hated about Denari though, he didn’t know how to talk to women. At least Jaako was respectful.
“Don’t come in here with that shit because you can leave.”
“If that’s the case why did you call me over here?”
“To fuck, not to hear yo’ damn mouth.”
“You know what, I can see that you’re in a bad mood so I’m gonna go. Call me when you get your attitude together.”
I started back out the door and he grabbed my arm and slung me in the house and slammed the door. He pushed me until I fell into the couch where he came and stood over me. For a minute, he just stood there and then he hiked up the maxi dress that I had on. Underneath I was naked because I knew exactly what I was coming for.
“Do that shit with ya legs.” He said and dropped his pants.
“I will when you go grab a rubber.”
“We didn’t use one last time so what the fuck is the difference now?”
“Because last time we were in your car and it was spur of the moment and it won’t happen again. Now go get a rubber.” There was no way that I would let that shit happen again. The last thing that I needed was to get pregnant and not know who my child’s father was because I was fucking brothers.
He smacked his lips and reached down in the pants that he just took off and grabbed a rubber. I watched as he slid it down his thick dick, my pussy jumped with anticipation. I guess he noticed the look in my eye because he smirked and then took his dick and slapped it against my freshly waxed pussy.
He took his shirt and pulled the front of it behind his head but not completely off, his arms were still in. I just looked at him. He was a little on the skinny side, he had muscles but they weren’t anything to brag about. He had the darkest set of eyes I think I had ever seen on a human and his beard was always neat but scruffy if that makes sense. Denari’s dreads were always neat and they brought out the strong features in his face. He was handsome and there was a mystery about him that urged you to want to figure him out.
“We gone do this or are you gone just stare at me?”
I smirked and spread my legs as far as they could go and that was far because I used to be a dancer so I was pretty flexible. Once he had a full shot of my pussy he placed his head at my opening, one hand around my throat and eased right in.
“Shit.” He said as he got into a steady rhythm. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride that he was taking me on. He was touching things within me that I didn’t even know were possible for him to reach. “Oh, we being quiet today?” He taunted.
“Just enjoying the ride.” I barely got out.
I guess I wasn’t making enough noise because he started putting in overtime and I was in heaven. I couldn’t hold my screams in anymore. Right as I was getting into it we heard the door
knob turn and open.
“Oh, shit my bad bruh.” We both jumped and out of instinct Denari pulled out of me and stepped back and I balled up on the couch in an attempt to cover myself. “What the fuck? Krista?” I looked up and into the eyes of Omari. Fuck!
“It’s not what you think.” I hurried up and said, that was the only thing that I could get out in the moment.
“Then please tell me what the fuck it was because I think I just walked in on you fucking your man’s brother wit yo’ nasty ass.” He growled. “And you,” he pointed at Denari, “How the fuck you gon' be fucking Jaa’s girl nigga. That shit is nasty as hell. What the fuck you think he gone do when he finds this shit out?”
“He ain’t gone find out because you ain’t gone tell him!” Denari said it more in an asking way than a threatening way because although Omari was usually quiet, I had seen him mad before and it’s not a pretty sight.
“You ain’t putting me in this shit D. Why you always gotta be the fuck up? I’m so tired of having to clean up your shit.”
“Listen I don’t wanna start nothing.” I interjected.
“Well you should have thought about that before yo’ ass decided to bust it wide open for the fam.” Omari glared at me. I could hear the anger in his voice and I felt it was best if I got the hell out of here before shit got ugly.
“Look, just please don’t say anything, I promise this is the end of it.” I begged. “I would never want to come between brothers. I know I was wrong and I swear I will do whatever I need to do to make shit right just please don’t tell him.”
“Man, Jaa don’t give a fuck about her and you know it.” Denari said with the shrug of the shoulders.
“That ain’t the fucking point man, we don’t fuck after each other, that shit is nasty as fuck and you know it.”
“Man, Jaa want that lawyer bitch that’s been keeping us clear so shut that shit up.” Denari laughed and I cringed at the thought that they all knew that he was feeling someone else.
“How long this been going on?” Omari ignored Denari’s comment about the lawyer bitch.
“Why the fuck does that matter O?”
“Because I fucking asked.” I was now at the front door ready to get the hell out of there.
“You won’t see this again, I promise.” I said to get him to agree to not tell Jaako.
“Just get the fuck out, you dirty ass hoe. I told Jaa not to trust yo’ ass.” Omari rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Denari. “I can’t believe you, her, of all people.”
“Did you see that shit she could do with her got damn legs though?” Denari laughed.
“I’m fucking serious D.” Omari yelled.
“This shit don’t mean nothing.” Denari waved his hands in the air to dismiss what Omari was saying.
Their conversation started to get a little heated so I made my way outside and headed home to shower and forget all about this. I hoped like hell that Omari didn’t tell Jaako about this shit because I knew it wouldn’t end up good. They were brothers so I knew that eventually he would forgive him but me, I don’t know if him not wanting to be alone would be enough.
Maybe I should tell him before anyone else could? No I couldn’t do that, then I would be pushing his ass right in to the arms of that lawyer bitch. I was just gone sit back and pray that Omari kept his mouth shut.
Chapter Seven
Kayson
I was so tired of having to deal with Denari’s bullshit. He was so fucking irresponsible and careless and his punk ass never fucking owned up to shit. Just listening to his aggravating ass voice had me on ten and I’d be damned if I was gone sit there and listen to his ass anymore. I could guarantee that them niggas was sitting there babying his ass. They were his fucking problem especially Omari’s ass. I know they went through some shit, but got damn they couldn’t keep leaning on that shit.
The fact that his ass was fucking tooting powder hurt me because his ass knew that shit affected me because of what my birth mother was. Although I never met the woman I resented her and that shit made it hard for me to trust women, which is why I could never settle down.
Having Jenacia in the house with me, made me want to settle down. But I knew if I chose to do that, I needed to be completely ready. If I hurt her again, she would be out of my life forever and I wasn’t ready for that.
With everything that was scrolling through my mind, I really didn’t want to be alone. I was supposed to meet Jaako and Omari at The Oak Room tonight, but I didn’t know if I felt up to it especially if they brought D with em. I needed a break from that nigga.
When I pulled up at home I saw that Jenacia’s car was there and I was happy, I hoped like hell she didn’t have plans because she was chilling with me today.
“Jen.” I yelled when I walked through the door. “Jen”
She didn’t answer so I walked to the back where I heard music, I walked in her room and she wasn’t in there and then I heard the shower. I smiled and walked over to the door and just walked in.
“Ahhh!” She screamed and I doubled over in laughter. She had picked up her loofa like she was actually gone do some damage with it. “What the fuck Kayson.”
“What the hell did you plan to do with that? Soap my ass up?” I laughed again and she threw it at me. “Man chill.” I got myself together because I was still laughing. “What you got planned for today?”
“I was gon’ go hiking at Crowder’s Mountain and take some pictures for my portfolio. Why, you wanna go?”
“Niggas don’t fucking hike, the fuck?”
“Shut up fool, yes they do, it’s good for you. I don’t wanna go by myself anyway.”
“Fuck no Jen.”
“Pussy.” She taunted.
“I’ll show you a pussy aight.” I said and walked to the shower where she was.
“No! We slipped up once already and we are not doing that again. I need my sanity and you ain’t ready for what I’m ready for yet.” She said and then went back to washing up.
“You don’t know what the fuck I’m ready for Jen.” Shut the fuck up nigga is what I was telling myself in my head but my lips kept moving. “I miss yo’ ass and I miss us.”
“You trying to go hiking with me?” she said as she rinsed the soap off her body and turned the water off. I just stood there looking at her because she was everything that I could ever want. I just didn’t know if I trusted myself to be what she wanted. I didn’t really have the time to dedicate to her and I knew she was always busy with the magazine and doing her own thing so I didn’t know how that shit would work.
When she opened the curtain, I started to salivate; her body was like a work of art. She wasn’t skinny and she wasn’t thick by any means of the word, she was just perfect. Her doe shaped eyes that were slightly slanted and her plump lips sat centered on her caramel colored skin. Her titties sat up just right, couldn’t have been more than a C cup but that’s all I needed.
“Helllllooooo” she snapped her fingers.
“Man, why you fucking up my wet dream.” I smirked.
“Are you going with me or not?” she whined.
“Who the fuck gone give me mouth to mouth when I pass the fuck out?”
“You are being overly dramatic now, just come with me.” She started that pouting shit and she knew that I would never be able to say no to that, so I agreed and went to dress in some ball shorts and a tank since it was the middle of May and hot as hell.
Once I was dressed, I went to the living room to wait on her and she walked out in some short ass, tight ass shorts and a fucking bra. I picked up the phone to call Jaako.
“What’s good bruh?”
“Yo Jaa, if I come up missing Jenacia did that shit. She asked me to go to Crowder’s Mountain with her.”
“Nigga and you agreed? Black people don’t do that shit.” He laughed.
“Jaa this shit for real.” I looked over at Jen who was shaking her head and laughing. “So just know, if you don’t hear from me in about an h
our come looking for me.”
“Nah nigga you on ya own, you dumb as hell for going out there.”
“Are you serious right now?” Jenacia finally spoke up.
“Hell yeah I don’t know if I can trust you, you might be trying to kill me.”
“If I was gone try to kill you Kay, I would have just poisoned your food.”
I thought about that shit for a minute, she had been cooking for us lately. “Yo you heard that shit Jaako.” I could hear Jaako laughing. For as long as I can remember he has been telling me to make shit right with Jen and that she was the one for me. Jaako ass was the hopeless romantic out of all of us so I knew this shit made his day. “Fuck you Jaako.”
I hung up on him and Jenacia laughed and led the way out the door. During the drive, we talked about everything. That was the one thing I loved about her, I could talk to her about anything. She knew everything there was to know about my childhood. She accepted me for everything I was. She may not have agreed with what I did for money, more because it was dangerous than illegal, but she accepted it.
Jenacia was loving and caring and she always put everyone before herself. Which is why I never understood how in the hell she could ever come from a woman like Rose. That bitch was the spawn of the devil; it was like she hated her own daughter. I hated to be anywhere around Rose because of how she was. She used to make me pay her to see Jen when we were dating before. Like for real I couldn’t step foot in her house unless I gave her $50. She knew what I did for a living and she used that shit to her advantage.
“Thank you for coming with me. I love spending time with you.”
“Oh yeah? Where is ya little boyfriend when you need him?” I asked bringing up shit from the other night. She laughed.
“The same place ya little girlfriend is.” She looked at me and then turned her head back to the road. “But for real, Julius is a male model who hires me to do his shoots because we work well together. I honestly believe he’s gay but he won’t admit it. He’s tried to hit on me a few times but nothing serious.” She paused and I was anxious to hear what the fuck else was coming. “The other night when I was mad at you I gave in to his advance but—”