Page 10 of So I Know it's Real

I groaned. “Fuck, B. Do that again!”

“You like that, baby? You gon’ bust for me?” she quizzed, holding my meat at the entrance of her pussy until I released my seeds into the protection between us.

What started off as a quickie ended up being a fuck session that lasted thirty minutes. Barbara claimed she stopped by to drop off lunch, but she really just wanted me to drop good dick in her drawls.

“Durk, I swear to God, I will never stop fucking you.” She smiled as she fixed her hair in the mirror. “Dick so good I feel like I owe you something.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Don’t come at me like I’m a ho on the stroll.”

Her brows rose in a slow arch. “I know you’re not offended. After a year of sleeping together, you’ve made it clear you don’t want a girlfriend, and you sleep with who you want.”

“No, I’ve made it clear thatyoucan’t be my bitch. I can’t see myself with you in the long run. Plus, you’re married.”

She snarled. “I’m separated.”

“Same thing. You’re disloyal.”

Barbara whirled around on the balls of her feet. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. If I repeat myself, I’ll just hurt your feelings twice.”

She jabbed a finger in my direction. “I don’t take your opinion seriously. You are in your late twenties, you street race like you don’t know any better, and you think everything is a joke.”

“Not everything. Just you.” I chuckled, knowing it would piss her off. “You said all that, but your seasoned ass has been on my roster for a while. If you keep talking to me crazy, I’m going to visit Silk Hills University, find your daughter, and see if she likes my sense of humor.”

All the brown in Barbara’s chubby cheeks turned into a rose red. “That’s not funny.”

“Neither are my feelings or the way you play with your position at my granny’s church. You think God only sees when you’re doing community service? Nah, he sees when you’re dishing out community cat too. Now, get out before I tell my granny and my mama you’ve been touching on me.”

Barbara gathered her things while sporting a sly smirk. “That’s another reason you can’t grow up. You’re still on the tit.”

“I’m going to be on your ass if you don’t get out of my spot. Your coochie ain’t good enough for me to entertain this conversation.”

There were a lot of things I played about, but my relationship with the women who raised me wasn’t one of them. People had a habit of taking jabs at the way I took care of my family without knowing that my granny’s prayers were the reason I was still alive. When my father died, my grandmother welcomed me, my mom, and my twin into her house in the hood. Between her and my cousins on my father’s side, there was no way I could have grown up to be a square. If anything, they taught me to be solid.

Amid Barbara sashaying to the exit, two familiar faces appeared in the doorway.

Shit.

“Barbara Floyd.” My granny looked over the top of her glasses while my twin sister, Mercy, snickered at her side. “What a surprise to see you here. A seasoned woman like yourself in a tattoo shop is unusual, especially since it’s closed for business today.”

“Right.” Barbara fingered her mane. “I just stopped by to hmm...I was in the neighborhood and remembered you asked the church to pray for Destin’s new business. I dropped off—”

“Something to eat?” Mama Jo pushed past Barbara like they weren’t both thicker than a Snickers. “It stinks in here. I hope that ain’t your pound cake, Barbara.”

“Jolene, you know my baking skills are top tier. I’ve sold more than you at the last two bake sales. Let’s not be forgetful.”

“Let’s not be loose. I’ve told you once, but I’ll tell you again. Stay away from my grandson. You’re old enough to be his mama, and he has one of those already.”

Barbara’s smug expression changed to a wide-eyed stare. “What? This was an innocent visit. I was here to do the Lord’s work.”

“Then you should’ve brought Brother Floyd with you. I should call him and see if he wants to hear about thisvisit.”

A sharp breath zipped passed Barbara’s teeth. “That is not necessary, Jo.”

“Neither is your presence. Have a blessed day.”

Quiet as a mouse, I scurried off to adjust the music. Then I returned to my granny standing in the middle of the floor with her lips and fists balled up.

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