Page 3 of Kentrell

“Lex said he had everything set up. Where you at?”

"I'm at the Apex—just on my floor, inside the store, putting up a few displays for tonight."

He sounded focused, but the strain in his voice told me he was doing everything himself. I nodded, barely listening, casting a glance over my shoulder at Star and Raven, who were still running their mouths.

“Who that is?” he asked.

“Star,” I said casually. I left Raven out of it—shorty was irrelevant, and I knew Kensei would never cross paths with her.

Soon as her name hit the air, Star’s whole vibe shifted. She stopped mid-sentence and turned to me with one brow raised. That’s how we both moved—don’t respond unless the name means something.

“Kensei,” I added, giving her a quick look to clear up any question. Her face softened instantly.

“Baby Sei!” she grinned, already holding her hand out.

I sighed through my nose but passed her the phone. While she floated off toward the corner, giggling and talking sweet to my little brother, Raven sank back into place, all warmth and laziness.

“C’mon. Do yo shit,” I muttered, smacking her ass.

She planted her feet into the mattress and started grinding like she knew the clock was ticking. Her rhythm was weak, but she got the job done. I nutted quick and deep into the rubber, gripping her waist while I rode it out.

She collapsed after that. Couldn’t even pull herself off me. I lifted her limp body and eased her to the side, letting her fall where she landed. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, not sparing her another look.

She was out cold.

And that was fine by me. Our time was up. Yam would come for her when he was ready, and by then, she’d be just another one of his hoes on the stroll.

As far as I was concerned, I was done.

"I know—I like the blue shit, and that green fye," Star giggled, eyes dancing up to my face, then down. She fixated on my dick like it owed her something.

"How yo shit not soft?" she asked, licking her lips like she already knew the answer.

"You want me to top you off?"

"Nah, I gotta go."

I was tempted. Star had that mouth that made a nigga see stars. But if I let her lockjaw my shit now, I'd be late to Kensei's event. Still, I stroked myself outta habit, and when her eyes dropped again, I hooked a finger under her chin.

"Quit lookin’ at my shit," I muttered.

She laughed, low and nasty. "Boy, hush—I done sucked the skin off that muhfucka. Ain’t nothin’ I ain’t seen."

Her nipples pressed through her shirt, and I caught that look—part hunger, part history.

"Kensei, hush," she teased, mimicking his voice. "You know how me and yo brothers get down."

That’s how Star moved. No shame. No filter. Just facts. Her uncle Yam wasn’t my blood, but the ties ran deep. My daddy and her uncle were day ones. So were we.

It started when we were sixteen—her ass always posted up in the basement with me and Wani. One day I dozed off with a blunt in my hand. Woke up to her with my pants down and her lips wrapped around me. She ain’t even flinch. Just looked up at me with them big eyes like,“You good?”I was. And after that night, we never stopped.

"I’ll be there—Kentrell gon’ take me," she told Kensei through my phone, volunteering me like always. I smacked my lips but let it ride.

"A'ight, bye," she said, ending the call.

Then she looked at me, heat rising behind her eyes.

"Come take a shower with me," she said, grabbing my hand before I could answer.

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