Page 83 of Are You Going to Love Me

“Ain’t no thinkin’, Honey Baby,” he shuddered.

“Since when?” Eden posed, moving a hand to his throat. “Tell the truth.”

His gaze darkened at her display of dominance. “You want to know for real?”

“I wouldn’t be asking otherwise,” Eden slurred. “Tell me how long you’ve wanted this pussy wrapped around you.”

He bit her lip and palmed her ass. “Since you made that video.”

“Mmm,” she moved. “I love that stalkin’ shit.”

“Good ‘cause I’m on your ass now, heard me?”

“Mmhmm, Max Baby, I heard you. Find that spot again so I can cream all over you.”

Maximus scooted to the edge, balancing them so he could drape her legs over his shoulders. Eden held on to his shoulders, allowing him to pull her inside out again. Once spent, Maximus took his time drying her tired body off, using her oil to moisturize her body, then placed one of his t-shirts on her, and laid her back in the bed.

The melodies were back, making it impossible for him to lie in the bed with her asleep against him. Kissing her cheek, he pulled his tired body out of the bed and moved to his sitting area, covering his ears with his headphones, he began to scribble bars until he had pages worth of Eden-inspired lines.

His phone ringing was the only thing to pull him out of the haze of her. Seeing it was a prison number, he removed himself from the sitting area and roamed outside. He answered, awaiting the prompts. “I accept.”

“Big dawg!” Brody greeted. “I got that release date.”

“Word, when you coming out?”

“Next week. That security spot still up for grabs?”

“Hell yeah, nigga. Ain’t that what I told you?”

“I heard you. Just had to make sure you ain’t get too big for me.”

“Boy, fuck you,” Maximus joked, looking around. “There’s one catch though, your ass can’t stay here.”

Brody whooped. “Tagged it and bagged it?”

“Heard me, nigga?” Maximus proudly gloated. “My lady charismatic and she be baking cakes and shit. You will not be over here.”

“My nigga! I knew it. You had that crazy look in your eye and shit.”

“I didn’t and fuck you,” Maximus joked.

“Not my type, my boy. I like a shorter type, softer features, real titties and shit,” Brody continued. “I ain’t tripping on that, I’ll find some place.”

“Nah, nigga. Your place is taken care of. It ain’t huge ‘cause you a nigga that like to get your own.”

“Fa’ sho, fa’sho.”

“But the rent is paid up a year, after that, it’s on you. I'm going to need you for a lot of shit. We got shows and appearances.”

Maximus maneuvered to his calendar. “Actually, got some shit in the desert next week,”

“I’ll be out this bitch Friday.”

“You’ll have your first job Saturday night,” Maximus shared.

“Ay, MB, thank you.”

“Nigga, cut it out,” Maximus huffed. “You solid, Brody, keep your shit clean and I got you. We’ll be out there Friday. Don’t fuck up your release, nigga.”

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