Page 5 of Christmas Luvin

“Nah, baby.Iwas just doing a little digging,”Iresponded, followed by a laugh because she hit the nail right on the head about me asking just to make sure her ass didn’t cook shit.Shewould’ve had everybody’s stomach fucked up.Itwas one thing for me to deal with that shit, but to put my family and friends through that shit was completely different.

“Itwas catered by thatJamaicanrestaurant you like going to,” she responded and headed for the bathroom.

Briagot in the shower, andIjumped in that bitch with her.Shehad a duffle bag packed for me in the closet, so whenIwas done,Iput on a fresh pair of briefs and a wife beater.Briabegged me to put my original clothes back on, so it wouldn’t look like we had been up there fuckin’, but every motha fucka downstairs had a brain, so they would know.Forone, she was limping, and secondly, there were fresh passion marks around her neck.Thirdly, her hair wasn’t as bone straight as it was before she came up there with me.Theyprobably heard her loud ass, too.

“Imameet you down there,” she let me know as she buttoned her shirt.

Ilaughed and slapped her hard as hell on her ass a couple of times.

“Youthink if we come down at different times, they not going to know we was just fuckin’?Bria,I’msure the fuckin’ neighbors heard your ass, so you know they heard you downstairs,”Ijoked.

Sheplayfully pushed me back, andIkissed her hard on her neck, going right for the new bruise she had, andIleft the bathroom.Mystomach was growling, andIcouldn’t wait to dig into some good ass food.

OnceImade it downstairs,Iwent into the kitchen, whereIfound my mama fixing a plate for my pops.Hewas standing over her, telling her everything he wanted.Ibet that was that nigga’s third or fourth time eating.Youcannot convince me that it was his first plate.Greedyass nigga, man.

Ikissed my mama on her cheek, and she placed the plate she was fixing on the counter for a second, so she could hug me.She’dalready called a nigga up bright and early this morning to sing happy birthday to me, but there she was, telling me again.

“Mybaby is thirty-two years old.Pee-Wee,Iremember whenIbrought you home.God, you were so beautiful.Iused to stare at you all day,” my mama revealed, holding me on the sides of my face as she looked at me.

Shewas in love with a nigga then, and she was still in love now.Isaw that shit all on her face.Shekissed me a couple of times on my forehead, hugged me again, and let me go before she finished making my father’s plate.Hecame over to whereIwas, slapped it up with me, and pulled me in for a hug.Ashe hugged me, he placed his hand on the back of my head.

Thiswas my first birthday in years thatIgot to have my pops at home to celebrate with me.Iwas so used to my phone ringing at seven in the morning on my birthday, and it would be my pops calling from prison to wish me a happy birthday.Notonly that, butIwould get a letter in the mail from him with an updated prison photo, wishing me a happy birthday again and telling me how he couldn’t wait to be home and spend one with me.Havingmy pops home with me whileIcelebrated another birthday,Iain’t gon’ lie;Ibitched up a bit.Icouldn’t seem to pull away from him, andIstarted crying like some soft ass nigga.

“Awwww.Mybaby brother.”Aleciabrought her pregnant ass over and joined in on the hug once she came into the kitchen and saw thatIhad tears falling down my face.

Aleciareached up and wiped the tears that had fallen from my eyes.Shepulled away from us, and thenIeventually pulled away from my pops.Hehas never been the kind of man to not show affection, so he leaned his head in and kissed me on my forehead too.

“Ican’t wait for you to see whatIgot you,”Aleciasaid.

Iwrapped an arm around her shoulder, just asIalways did because this was my baby.Shepointed to the gift table, and there were all kinds of bags and shit over there for a nigga.

“Whatyou got me?”Iasked.

“You’llsee,” was all she said, and thenIkissed her cheek and removed my arm from around her.

Ididn’t get to properly go around and speak to everyone because five minutes afterIgot there,Iwas already upstairs, fuckin’.Alot of my homeboys were there, and my grandma was even in attendance, sitting off in the cut with her homegirls and shit, sipping on wine.Willowwas there too, all boo’d up in the back with her nigga,Zaire.Ididn’t really have no shit to talk about that nigga.Fromthe looks of things, he was treating my little cousin right and making her happy, soIcouldn’t complain about that.

“Pee-Wee, you want me to bring your food out here, or are you going to eat in the house?”Briayelled with the sliding glass door opened a bit, soIcould hear her.

Iwas sitting at the table with my niggas, about to play dominos and spank these nigga’s asses to win me some money.

Ilooked up from the table, and my eyes landed on my baby, giving her my undivided attention.AsIstared at her,Iswear, allIcould think about was just fifteen minutes ago whenIwas upstairs fuckin’ the shit out of her.Briahad this innocence about her that would make someone look at her and swear she didn’t do any wrong.Itwas the glasses and the sweet looking face.I’lladmit thatBriawas innocent, but in the bedroom, all that shy, innocent shit went out the window.

WhenIfirst started fuckin’Bria, you know she was a virgin.Iwas a nigga who was well experienced when it came to sex.Iwas nasty as a motha fucka, so my girl had to be on the same timing asIwas, andI’dsucceeded in turningBria’sass the fuck out.Hadher sucking dick and everything—something she told me she didn’t see herself ever doing, butIgot my dick sucked just about every night.Thisis not the sameBriafromWhodo youLuv?Granted, that sweet, innocent personIfell in love with was still there, butBriawas on the same kind of demon time thatIwas on these days, andIloved that for me.

“Bringit out here, baby.Iwant double of everything on my plate.Ifit can’t all fit, you can put it on two plates.Thankyou, beautiful,”Icalled out, and she smiled.

“Whatabout dessert?” she asked.

“Youmy dessert, baby.Imaeat you,”Isaid, and my niggas fell out laughing.Brialaughed, too, while closing the sliding door back.

“Yoube trippin’, nigga,”Insaneshot to me, andIlaughed.

“BecauseIlove my girl in private and in public,I’mtrippin’?I’min a full-blown relationship, nigga.Didyou not thinkIwas eating pussy?”Iasked, just to pick this nigga’s brain.

“Mytongue ain’t ever been nowhere near a bitch pussy,”Insanereplied.

“Mytongue ain’t been nowhere near a bitch’s pussy either becauseBriais not my bitch.That’sdamn near my wife.Youdon’t do to your girl the same shit that you would do to one of these random bitches out here.Yougotta get you a woman to understand that shit, though.Mytongue done been on every part ofBria’sbody.Ilick behind ears, between toes, all that shit, nigga,”Itold him.

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