Page 100 of Feeling Blue

It could be civilized, or it didn’t have to be; either was fine with Blue. Rico had been owed that ass whooping for far too long, but Blue had allowed sleeping dogs to lie. The nigga clearly had other plans tonight. Him and his bitch. Blue could still remember the day he found out that Journey was pregnant by that fool.

It had nearly broken him, but he was in prison, looking to never come home, so he gave them the benefit of the doubt. It was funny how those feelings changed the moment he came home, and the disloyalty was being carried out right under his nose. The only thing that had been keeping him off their ass was his Forever. Forever. That was his saving grace for real, whether she knew it or not.

“Y’all good or do I need to walk y’all to the door?” Pat’s eyes shifted between Blue and Zurena.

“Fuck you and goodnight,” Blue answered while pushing the door open and sliding out.

Zurena’s door came next. Once she was steady on her feet, they walked up his driveway and over to her car. Blue watchedher open her door before turning to face him for a hug. They embraced, him holding onto her a little longer.

“Thank you for always having my back, Rena. I know I don’t have to thank you because you my sister and shit, but I’m doing it anyway because I want you to know I appreciate you.”

“You may be bigger than me now, but you’re still my baby, Zurich. I’ll always slap bitches about you.” Her laughter was low, and it made him smile. “Just like I know you’ll up the strap and pistol whoop a nigga bout me.” She tittered with him, only smirking in return.

“Fasho that. Love you. Hit me when you make it home, because we got to talk about why that nigga felt comfortable enough to put his hands on you.” Blue paused, giving her a knowing look. “You ain’t got to tell me tonight, but you coming up off that info real soon.”

Zurena nodded solemnly before getting into her car and driving out of his yard. Blue watched her until she was gone, then let himself into his house. With a hot shower on his mind, he relocated to his master bathroom, stripped from his clothes, and was about to get in, but was stopped by the ringing of his doorbell.

“Who the fuck?” he frowned while covering himself with a towel.

In somewhat of a hurry, he trekked back to the door. The moment he saw Journey’s face on his camera, his frown deepened. She’d done enough for one night, and he was tired of her. Blue didn’t hit women, but as angry as she’d made him at the house party was still very prevalent, and he wasn’t sure he might not slap her around for the theatrics.

More knocking prompted him to open the door. When he came into view, her eyes trailed up and down his chest, stopping back on his face once she was done with her little once over.

“What’s good, why you here?”

She sighed heavily, pulling at her hair while taking a step closer to him. “I owe you an apology, Blue.”

“No, you don’t. I’m good. Get the fuck on.”

“Yes, I do. Whether you want it or not, it’s necessary.”

Blue looked around behind her, making sure she was alone before zoning back in on the distressed look on her face.

“Can I come in? I promise I just want to apologize and explain… can you at least let me do that?”

With his eyebrows still knitted deeply together, he squinted at her for a while, trying to determine the sincerity before making up his mind. It wasn’t an issue on whether or not he’d fuck her, because that was a definite no. He’d never in his life do that again, but that was the physical holdup. The mental holdup was his problem. Always had been. He’d be lying if he said he’d never wondered how she’d given up on him so easily, and for his boy at that. It had been torturous to know he’d showered her with his best and she’d still tossed him to the side without a second thought.

“You got five minutes.”

If he would have known the type of bullshit she was on, he would have left her outside on the porch, but like he did with the rest of his life lessons, he’d learn the hard way.

You see right through me

“Put it in your mouth.”

“Noooo.”

“Why are you acting like we’ve never done this before? Put it in there, just the tip.”

With her hand on his, Goody gazed up at Jerrico with her mouth hanging slightly ajar.

“Come on, taste it… just get the white stuff off the end.”

Forever watched Goody’s eyes close a little more as her body sank in the center from the weight of Jerrico’s chest. Although their soft interaction was over nothing more than a piece of mango cheesecake that Jerrico had finally perfected, it felt like more. It was innocent yet so sensual all at once, and if Forever could feel it, she knew her sister could. It was all in the way she’d relaxed against the back of Jerrico’s forearm, allowing him to hold her up with one hand and feed her with the other.

“If you weren’t talking to me like I’m sucking your dick, then it would probably be gone already, but you’re doing that thing that you always do,” Goody’s voice was void of its usual humor and replaced with a seductive and pleading undertone.

A handsome smile teased the corners of Jerrico’s mouth as he openly gaped into Goody’s eyes. She was kneeling in the recliner opposite of Forever, while he leaned next to her with one knee balanced on the armrest next to her. Her head was cuppedin the palm of his hand while the other cradled a piece of cake near her mouth.

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