Page 42 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Honest answer?” I asked, starting to feel the liquor as I stayed in place, feeling like I was losing control of my hands, hence me keeping them safely in my pockets.
“Always.” She pushed some of her hair behind her ear.
Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth briefly and looking off for a beat, I refocused on Banks before I stated, “I wanna fuck you.”
She grinned before laughing.
“You’re not the first, Low. Come sit.” She patted her bed.
Begrudgingly, I made my way over and sat on the edge of the bed before we both laughed.
“Give me a second,” I said, nodding down to my hard dick, and she giggled.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you I wanted to fuck you too?” She moved closer toward me on her knees, giving me a front row seat to smelling her intoxicating perfume.
“No. That makes shit worse, actually.”
We shared a laugh before she sat beside me, tossing her legs across my lap. Naturally, my hands landed on her soft ass legs, moving up and down them, soothing us both.
“I can’t believe you single, Peep.” I slipped up and used the nickname she’d told me to retire.
“Other than the fact that most men become frightened when I mention I have seven older brothers, let alone when they actually learn who some of them are . . . I’m picky.”
“Then I don’t get why the fuck you checking for me.”
“I’m not anymore.” She hiked a brow, and I nodded to say I understood.
“Peep, when I said I didn’t wanna do this shit with you, it’s more than just me not being able to turn away from fucking other females. You know what I do, and you know how girlfriends, wives, and all that other shit can get wrapped up in it. Niggas find out a bitch got ya heart and they wanna put her in the ground.”
“I know.” She nodded, her eyes downcast for a moment before she locked them back on mine. “My father nor my brothers would let anything happen to me?—”
“But when you mine, that ain’t their job.” I intercepted her pointless explanation. “Ain’t no other nigga gon’ be the main one looking out for my woman; brother, father, paw-paw, I don’t give a fuck who he is.”
Smirking, she replied, “You would keep me safe.”
“I would, but I don’t even wanna put you in that position, especially when I don’t know if I can treat you right, Peep. It would fuck me up if I cheated on you or put you in harm’s way. I would never get over the shit.”
“One you can control, Low.”
“I’m a destructive person, Peep.” I pleaded with her to grasp what the fuck I was saying as I watched her eyes take me in. “A lot of the shit I did to my . . . ex was because I was going through shit. When I go through shit, I stop giving a fuck about everything in that moment.”
“Stuff like what?” She pulled her legs from me and scooted closer, making me gaze off for a beat.
“Different shit with work, my family. Right now, my baby brother trying to be the next me is one of my biggest issues.”
“How old is he again?”
“Sixteen and think he a grown ass man. He don’t know shit about the game and how it swallows you the fuck up, and you never get spit back out if you play shit the wrong way. The main niggas who perish within this shit are the ones who arehardheaded, reckless, and think they tougher and smarter than every fucking body, just like him. It’s a dangerous ass game that you gotta know how to play.”
“I know. He sounds like he’s bored and needs something to occupy his time. It’s summer, and niggas out here get bored and like to act out when it’s hot.”
“He in summer school.”
“Yeah, but summer school gets out at like noon from what I remember. That’s a lot of time to be doing nothing, even if you have homework.”
I nodded, agreeing with her words.
“So what you suggest?” I wondered aloud.
