Page 1 of Smoke

“Shit!”

I groaned as I looked down at the mass of curls in my lap.

Peach was sucking my shit like the rent was due and the baby needed milk. Every time she came in for training, we ended up in a different kind of session. It was never long before she was on her knees, or I had her bent over my desk with that plump ass clapping against my thighs.

“Coat my throat, baby,” she said, spitting on my shit before swallowing it whole.

Baby girl didn’t have to tell me twice. The way she was sucking and stroking brought me to a satisfying release. The combo of those juicy lips and long fingernails was the perfect complement to the visual before me. I came in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop before pulling my dick out and licking her lips clean.

“Fuck, Peach. You going for extra credit or some shit?” I asked, reaching for a towel to clean myself up.

Peach giggled as she stood to her feet. “I had to get my money’s worth, love.” She stooped down and pecked my lips. “I gotta go, though. LJ is getting out of school early today, so I have to pick him up.”

“That’s cool. Same time next week?”

“We’ll be here,” she said, referring to her and my favorite parts of her.

She winked at me as she left my office. I slowly stood to my feet. She never failed to leave my legs feeling weak as hell. I always had to steady myself after she left because she tended to drain me every time. Heading into the bathroom conveniently located in my office, I cleaned myself up before heading back to the showroom floor. As soon as she saw me, my cousin Kaylynn, who doubled as one of my manager and trainer, shook her head at me.

I grinned. “What?”

“You’re gonna get enough of fucking the girl.”

“Eventually.”

“She looks like the type of bitch to kiss her kid in the mouth after sucking dick. That’s the only reason she comes here. Her weapons training should have been done months ago, Smoke.”

“You knocking the woman for being an overachiever?”

“I’m knocking her for being a thirsty ass ho.”

“You need to get some pussy, Kay. You’ve been real cranky lately.”

She waved me off. “I’m over these bitches out here. They don’t deserve my love.”

I had to laugh. Kaylynn could talk about me, but she was just like me. Every time I saw her with a woman, it was never the same one.

I playfully draped an arm around her shoulder. “Who broke your heart, stink?”

“Get the fuck off me,” she said, shoving me. “Nobody broke my heart. I’m just better off solo right now. I’m focused on me and my money. Fuck these hos. On my mama, I can’t stand them.”

I shook my head. “Aunt Denise would get in your ass for putting anything on her life. Especially that. You know you love the hos, and the hos love you.”

Denise was my father and Uncle Blake’s sister. Grams and Grandpa Dillinger had four kids, two of each. Pops had the six of us. Uncle Blake had three boys and two girls. Aunt April had three girls and a boy. Aunt Denise had four boys. In other words, it was a bunch of us muthafuckas.

Pops and Uncle Blake had just purchased a few more acres to expand the family compound. I wasn’t mad at that. I liked being in a space where it was nothing but family. We didn’t have to answer to anybody, and we could be as loud as we wanted to. Of course, I still had a loft in the city for nights when I didn’t feel like driving out to the country. It was also closer to my warehouse and lab.

Outside of the family and my gun shop,Smoke’s, I was the top weapons dealer on this side of the country. Whether it be guns, ammo, chemicals, or whatever, I knew my shit. My connects were from all over the place. My grandfather put a gun in my hand for the first time when I was seven years old, and it fascinated me. Every time I came over to my dad’s, Grandpa would take me into the woods behind the big house and teach me target practice.

That was where I got the nickname Smoke. I could get trigger happy, and I was a quick draw. He said I had a natural talent if he ever saw one. He was the one who nurtured my love of guns, but he also taught me safety. My training classes were a homageto him. He’d come in and taught a class or two when I first opened.

For four years now, I’d been running my shop and servicing a plethora of clients. I could get my hands on a little of everything, but guns were my specialty. Pops had dug in my ass on several occasions about going into his gun safe. I’d spend hours in there examining and learning every part of each pistol. My favorite thing was taking them apart and putting them back together.

I had this girlfriend named Roux back in my teenage years, but everybody called her Roulette. Her father was a kingpin and close friends with Uncle Blake before he got locked up for avenging the murders of his sons. Baby was crazy as a muthafucka, and Russian Roulette was her favorite form of gunplay. It was like she got a high off that shit. She and I used to have contests to see who could take apart and put a gun back together the fastest. Every time I beat her, she tried to shoot my ass.

I chuckled at the memory. I’d have to hit her up and check on her soon.

“Get back to work, Kay,” I said, playfully nudging her. “I don’t pay you to judge me.”

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