Page 63 of He Thugged Me First

She leaned up pressing her lips against mine. When we separated she just looked at me while I pounded into her tender center. I knew she felt me by the look in her eyes. It was like she was in trance.

“You gotta know me, G. I can’t?—”

“I feel it, Mazz.” She allowed the zs in my name to vibrate through her teeth.

I pushed face into her neck and stroked her with a vengeance. “Then let it go, feel me Gauze, all of me.” Words were one thing but I needed her to feel me while I filled her.

MECCA

This morning my main objective was to get Mel transferred into another school and I did that. I couldn’t fathom sending het back to a school that allowed a complete stranger who wasn’t on any of her paperwork pick her up. At the beginning of the year they were so strict about submitting names and photos of anyone who would be picking her up. Now how the fuck could they justify allowing her to leave with somebody not in that paperwork? They couldn’t explain shit to me at this point. Once I had her transferred to the school down the street from the house, I went to meet Love. She said she’d wanted to shop for more neutral baby clothes because they didn’t know the sex.

“You do know this is gonna be one neutral ass baby.” I frowned at all the different hues of grey and browns.

“That’s fine with me, how was the school you toured with Mel?”

“Girl boring and now she wears plaid skirts. I trust them though, they showed me their security as well as making sure I had all I needed.

She nodded her head.

“You never told me how the birthday party was.” I glanced over at her.

“It was nice, though I would’ve rather had my ass in bed.” She giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

“Well I’m glad you didn’t. You were hanging with the upper crust of?—”

“Mecca they’re regular people just like us.”

“No, they really aren’t.” I shook my head. she didn’t get it because she wasn’t from the hood.

“Well they’ll be at the baby shower. Actually I gave Gina your number, she and Century want to help you plan it. Maybe you can spit a story and get your timid self on the stage of her spot.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You didn’t.”

“Only ti?—”

“Mecca, right?” She was interrupted by a female standing next to her halfway glaring at me. I recognized this chick from being with Kasair but I didn’t know her.

“And you are?” I asked, attempting to hold back the sarcasm in my already pointed tone.

“Jessica, I’m a friend of Kasair’s.” She smiled like a messy ass little girl.

“Okay and…” Love looked at the girl with only an expression Love could make. My girl wasn’t the confrontational type or any of that, but you could definitely tell when a person’s presence irritated her.

“Rude.” She sneered toward Love. “I just figured you should know who I am since we’re sharing him.”

I tilted my head to the side stifling the laugh that threatened to fall from my lips. “Girl, I will beat yo’ ass in here. Don’t letthe cute face and cool demeanor fool you. I’m a fool with it and I’d take nothing but joy washing the floor with your build a bear body ass. Now walk the fuck off or get fucked up over a nigga who don’t even hit you or ya line.”

Jessica looked from me to a laughing Love before she rushed off. I guess I made her eat those damn words. I could tell in her face that she wished she hadn’t approached me. Shit I wouldn’t have approached me either, I already thought I was all militant because I had my combat boots on today. I wasn’t even bluffing when I promised to mop the floor with her either.

“Did you have to embarrass her?” Love asked through laughter.

“Your loud ass laughing embarrassed her, but she did that to herself. Like what the fuck possessed her to approach me about a man that I know for a fact ain’t stunting her or that tired ass wing on her head.” I shook my head in disgust. The only time a female did shit like that was if she still felt like she had some type of claim over a nigga. I didn’t doubt Kasair, but I didn’t like that shit at all.

I spent the better half of my day with Love shopping and talking all the shit in the world. These were the days I lived for and lately life had been kind of getting in the way. We were both taking online classes with our own impending responsibilities so I probably got to see my girl once a week when I was used to seeing her at least three to four times a week. After I left her, it was around the time for Mel to be getting out, so I swooped through and picked her up before going home. Usually she would’ve been going home with Mazz, but lately he had been acting like the younger one of us. Less responsible and out more, so she was with me. I made it a point to stay in my business, but anyone with eyes could see that whatever happened with Gayze was fucking with him along with whatever was going on that Kasair refused to tell me about . I couldn’t tell him how to feel orhandle things, but running around with different hos and Honey wouldn’t fix anything. In reality I don’t think men got that part. The thought that it was fine to just do them and things would fix themselves in due time was flawed. What they didn’t understand was the fact that was never the case. What most men including my brother didn’t get was giving a female the time to get over you was the worst thing they could do. But, what did I know? I went through the same story with a nothing ass nigga until we ended up here. I dare he fuck this up, he’d be six feet under and I’d be staring on First Forty-Eight. I had already made up my mind. There was no going back to how things used to be, this was how things were and we were about to bring a child into this world. So, things had to work between the both of us.

When I walkedinto my place I wasn’t surprised to see him laid across my sofa peacefully sleep. This was the only nigga in knew of that could or would stay up all night thinking then sleep throughout the day. Not to mention he was grumpy as hell when he was woken up. Once I got Mel situated to do her homework, I ended up retreating to my bed. It was like as soon as I walked in the house I got tired. Maybe it was the fact that I was out all day. The moment I felt myself drifting, I heard his deep baritone fill my room.

“You weren't gonna wake me up?”

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