Page 15 of Our Mother's Sons

“You was cousin. I told you,” Baela’s nosey ass added as she signed the screen.

“Real shit,” he chuckled and that was the sexiest shit ever.

“But I gotta slide. Here,” he handed me his phone.

“Call your shit so I can have yo digits. Nobody told your fine ass to dip on a nigga like I was a cheap fuck.” He grilled me, which made me toss my head back in laughter.

“I had to go to work.”

When my phone vibrated in my purse, I handed him back his phone.

“That shit hurt my feelings,” he leaned down and placed his lips on my ear.

“I was trying to get that shit again. You wet me the fuck up that night.”

My body shuddered as his deep voice vibrated through me. He definitely had me wetting up the sheets.

“Since we are face to face, I may as well let you know, I’m not looking for anything serious. I’m fresh off a breakup and not even trying to go there. But, we can have some fun again.”

He slid his phone back in his pocket.

“You mean we can play with each other’s private parts again?”

“And that wasn’t fun?” I asked seductively. I was going to be mad as hell when this liquor wore off.

“Hell yeah, it was. The most fun I’ve had in a minute, too,” he licked his lips again.

“For some reason, I don’t believe that.”

“Real shit. I was tryna make you my ole lady but you on that tryna find myself again bullshit.”

Again, I laughed hard.

“You’re funny.”

“I’m freaky. Just like you. And I’m paid and I like to pay for what the fuck I like. You tryna collect?”

My body heated, and my underarms itched while at the same time my panties soiled. He was too much.

“I’m… not a prostitute. I don’t sell sex to men,” I stuttered.

Spreading his legs, he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a wad of money. My mouth watered as he popped the rubber band and counted out hundreds in the middle of the store. The sound of the paper rubbing against each other made me look at him with bulging eyes. I’d lost count after four thousand, and then he dropped the money in my cross-body purse.

“Ion care about what you not selling to other niggas. I care about what you’re selling to me.”

Leaning in, he placed his lips on mine and sucked them in his mouth. Even with his slugs in, his breath tasted of peppermint. Shit.

Just as I got into it, he pulled back. Swiping his thumb across his bottom lip, he winked.

“Answer when I call and buy the Prada sneakers you had in your hand earlier. Ain’t shit too much for you when you fucking with a nigga like me.”

Going in the same direction as his brother, he left me in the spot with a wet ass and an inquiring mind. I didn’t know whether to be offended, excited, or turned on.

“You heard the man. Give my cousin these shoes in a size thirty-nine. Thank ya.”

“Wait. I don’t even know his name.”

“Who gives a fuck. You’ll find that shit out next time he got your pretty little head in the pillow. My cousin done found her a real rich nigga. I can’t wait to tell Riker this shit here. He needs to call asap.”

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