Page 66 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Damn. I don’t think I’ve seen an ass whupping like that since,” Jere commented.
“Ain’t yo’ nose still crooked from Sif popping yo’ bitch ass?” Low questioned rhetorically.
“Man, fuck you.” Jere waved him off, embarrassed as people laughed at his pain.
“Thought so, nigga. Chill out ’fore I have you out in Beverly Hills for another nose and jaw realignment,” Low let him know, and Jere must’ve heeded to his warning because he didn’t strike back.
“Aye, you think you can take the big homie now?” Free quipped, lightening the mood again and making everyone guffaw including Low.
“All I got to say is name another muthafucka that don’ fought me and won?” Low whipped his head around the room, but it was crickets except for the light sniggers from peoplestill laughing at the whole interaction. Free smacked his lips and waved Low off, making the latter smirk cockily. “You might witness another fight ’cause we gon’ tell that nigga ’bout this.” Low kissed my jaw, making me simper.
“Oh lawd.” Taye groaned as Free, Jere, and a few other niggas I didn’t recognize shook their heads or looked at Low as if they didn’t wanna be him.
The festivities continued, but as the night progressed, the crowd grew even more feral, making Low tap my thigh to rise up before leading me to the back of the mansion.
Free gave us permission, inattentively, because his main focus was the big breasted woman grinding sexually in his lap.
Low gave me a tour of the entire place, where I was able to confirm that someone had assisted Free in designing the place. My favorite part of his house was the California Room or what’s known as a sunroom to most. Only other people who had one were my parents and Asif.
“When am I gonna see your house?” I queried, venturing into the last room I needed to see in the six-bedroom abode. This one had a jungle theme, making me shake my head.
He had speakers installed in every room, so no matter where we went, whatever song was being played down where the live party was, could be heard.
Shutting the door and leaning against it, Low replied, “Whenever you want to, now that you understand what you might run into.”
I nodded, completely understanding. I planned to still bond with his mother when I met her, despite her terrible reputation, so I prayed things didn’t go left when we came in contact.
“Why is this a jungle? What the hell is he into?” I eyed the wallpaper with forest trees, monkeys, birds, and plenty of other species. The light was low, so it was sort of scary.
“I have no fucking idea.” Low tilted his head back, trailing me. It appeared as if he hadn’t seen the room before.
“The bed is nice.” I plopped down, smiling impishly at Low as he leaned against the bed post, smirking.
“Fast ass,” he commented, running his pink tongue across his bottom lip and making it clear lustful thoughts had galloped through his head.
Suddenly, “If This World Were Mine” by Luther Vandross spilled through the speakers, making me smile inadvertently. I loved the song, so anytime I heard it, I couldn’t help the feeling that came over me.
“I love this song.” I rose up, pushing myself against Low’s good smelling ass as I intertwined our fingers.
“What you doing, Peep?” He chuckled unintentionally as I began to sway, our fingers still laced.
“Let’s dance. Nobody is in here but us, so you won’t lose your reputation.” I wiggled my brows as I stared up at him, simpering.
“Nah.” He grunted with a chuckle and shake of his head. “You crazy if you think I’m about to dance to this shit.” He rocked his head toward the speaker bolted to the corner of the ceiling.
“Please. I love this song, and no one has ever slow danced with me to this song.”
“Nobody?” he asked skeptically, lips flattened in disbelief.
“Nobody.”
Whipping his head around as if to be sure we were actually alone in this creepy ass bedroom, his shoulders eventually sagged in defeat.
“First and last time, and only for you,” he relented.
Squealing, I threw my arms around his neck as best as I could due to our height difference, and his hands landed on my waist as we began to sway slowly to the music.
We started off smiling, keeping strong eye contact, but it eventually shifted to our foreheads fusing together just before our noses, then our lips. Soft, gentle pecks and our subtle embrace quickly shifted to hungry tongue kisses and me rubbing the back of his head while his hands traveled under my dress.
