Page 35 of Hood Legacy

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned.

“Point Guard, you know what kind of pussy you got?” I asked as I pushed into her harder. “You got that shit that’ll have me killing niggas for you.” Her nails dug into my shoulder, and I grinned. “I’ll take every burden from your shoulders and carry that shit.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she panted as I slowed my strokes. I could feel the tip of my dick pushing into her G-Spot with every stroke.

“Nah, ain’t no wait,” I replied. “I’m telling you this so you know what kind of life we're about to have.” I kissed her neck, then put my mouth next to her ear. “I got plans for us. That lonely shit you’re used to is over. We are locked in. Ain’t no reason for you to be afraid of shit. You gonna walk around with a chip on your shoulder because you know that your nigga is stepping behind you. I promise you that you'll always have me in your life until I am no longer on this earth. Shit, you ain’t got no choice but to accept it.”

“Aceyn!”

“I got you,” I chuckled as she started to orgasm. I kept my pace as I fucked her through her first one. I palmed her ass, opening her pussy to make sure I was fully inside and picked up my pace. “You feel this shit we are doing? Do you feel how hard my dick is? That’s cuz of you, Legacy. You are my home, my peace. Do you realize how rare that is? For a nigga like me to know that you were put on this muthafucka for me?” I shook my head. “Baby, I’m the luckiest nigga in the world because of that shit.”

“Baby,” she moaned and dug into my shoulder. I could feel her pussy starting to pulsate again, which meant she was cumming again. “Baby.”

“Easy or hard way, Legacy, but just know, you gonna fall in love with a nigga.” I needed to feel her lips on mine again, so I kissed her. “The outcome is going to be the same no matter what.”

“It’sweird not being at the arena right now,” I said to Aceyn as I watched him make us breakfast. Well, I wouldn’t call it breakfast. It was more of him putting butter on bread and then putting it in the toaster, which to me, was all wrong and the reason why his kitchen was so damn smokey.

“Why?” he bit into his toast and then handed it to me, but I declined. Even though he’d attempted to toast it, it was still soft, which was confusing as shit.

“Because I’m used to being there by this time and already working out,” I answered with a shrug. “It’s all I’ve been doing since I moved here.”

“You never go out?” he asked with a laugh. “I know you aren’t a party girl, but you’re friends with Mercy and The Twelve. I know they drag you out of the house.”

“The Twelve?” I lifted my brow in confusion. “Who is that?”

“Xoey,” he answered with a laugh, and I playfully rolled my eyes.

“I’m going to tell her you call her that,” I said, and he shrugged.

“She knows,” he replied. “Her goofy ass thinks it’s cute.”

“She would,” I laughed and relaxed into my seat. “But yeah, they try; I normally tell them no.”

“Why?” He pulled another piece of soggy toast from the toaster and dropped it onto his plate. “I mean, I wouldn’t go every time, but every once in a while probably wouldn’t be too bad.”

“I do, sometimes, but I also didn’t want to be somewhere and flowers randomly show up,” I answered, and he nodded.

“You were trying to hide it,” he replied, and I shrugged. “I can’t say I understand because I don’t, but at the same time, I do, if that makes sense.”

“Explain,” I replied, even though I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.

“You didn’t want them to worry, even though you were uncomfortable. You went to your old coaches and even the police, and they played you off. I know for a fact that Mercy and Xoey wouldn’t have because they don’t play about shit like that, but you didn’t know what you were dealing with, so you hid in the most unobvious way.”

“True.” I nodded in agreement. “I also know that Mercy and Xoey would’ve shown the hell out, and no matter how long I’ve been friends with them, I’m still not used to dealing with the things they are.”

“You gotta get used to it,” he said with a laugh. “You ain't in the suburbs anymore. We do nigga shit from time to time.”

“And I call the police,” I replied, and he kissed his teeth. “I know you’re not used to a woman who will go through with the threat, but I will.”

“Why?” he questioned. “I mean, yeah, I know what the fuck they are paid to do, but them muthafuckas are the biggest gang in the US.”

“And y’all aren’t? The things y’all do are not normal.” I replied and shook my head. “Don’t get me wrong, I know they aren’t perfect. I don’t live in the fairy tale world you all think I do, but I would rather they go after the bad guys than the people around me.”

“Again, I’m going to ask why?” he stepped back from the island and leaned against the counter behind him. “We get shit done with no questions asked.”

“And you also endanger your lives in the process.”

“Protecting what I consider mine will always come before me worrying about my own life,” he said, shaking his head. “Your protection means more to me than my own safety.”

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