Page 114 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“You sure?”
“I am.”
“Aight. I’m moving in,” he spoke, pushing the duffle bags to the floor.
“That’s not a problem.”
“When this shit is over, we’re moving out of this house.”
“Okay,” Reign agreed.
Every declaration was accompanied by each of them removing an article of clothing. Reign wrapped her hand around his dick after she repositioned them. Markus fell to his back, his eyes low as he watched her kiss down his body with tenderness. Her hair was bundled in his grasp as she kissed the tip of his length before making it disappear in her mouth.
No sex wasn’t a cure-all, but their connection could keep the darkness away. Reign’s moans were soft as she sucked and bobbed her head upside down. Not in a rush to the end, but to allow him to feel anything other than pain.
“Mmm,” Markus groaned, feeling the weight lift from his chest. Reign’s eyes were trained on him. “I love you.”
She buzzed. “I love you.”
Markus hooked her chin and pulled her upward. Her wet hands pressed against his chest as she eased herself down on his length. The tightness wrapped around him felt better than any high he’d experienced.
Reign moaned, squeezing herself around him once he filled her to the hilt. Markus sat up and wrapped his arms around her. “I will restore and cover you whenever you need it.”
She peppered his face with kisses before kissing his lips.
Markus shuddered. “I’m gonna give you my seed.”
Reign pressed her forehead against his. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of you. Just like you do to me, Emilliano. I love you.”
He groaned, eyes shut, a tear slipping from his eye. Reign kissed it away and continued her motion nice and slow. Inhaling his exhale, moaning for his groans of release, tender strokes, and soft touches.
“You’re my man. I’ll take care of you.” Her hands gripped the back of his neck and head. “Take what you need.”
The exchange of love went on through the night until Markus was lightly snoring against her midsection. Once he rolled over, she finished unpacking his things, started to prep the food forthe repast, took his suit out, and prepped it for what would be the heaviest day of his life.
Majestic Heights Fellowship Church was packed. Everyone who’d been touched by Lucille throughout her life showed up to send her home. The church was blanketed with white outfits, orchids, and irises. Lucille was done up like all the photos Reign had seen of her. Her hair was blown out in Nia’s signature swoop, the fur pillbox hat placed perfectly on her head. The fur coat only emphasized that Lucille was and will forever be that girl.
Reign stood to Markus’ right, her hand placed on his back as he whispered his final goodbyes. He leaned down in the casket and kissed her chin. “I hope I did right by you. I hope I made you proud. I love you, Auntie. Rest well. I got us from here.”
Reign dapped her eyes, and as Markus stood upright, he clasped her hand and squeezed it. They talked about this, about how much support he’d need today. The squeeze of her hand let her know that he needed her to stay as close as possible. He needed her comfort.
Reign sat between Markus and Nia, holding their hands and caressing their knuckles. The pastor spoke his words of comfort, and Reign held onto every word.
“Isaiah 61:3 states to give unto them, beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. Trust and know that while you’re heavy, the Lord is waiting on you to hand it over. Give it all to Him. Your ashes, your mourning, and your heaviness. He wants you to stand inthe light. Darkness can’t have you. Death can’t hold our sister. Lucille lives in all of us. The city will feel her spirit.
“To the family, I say, if the Lord watches over every sparrow and dresses every lily, He loves you more. He holds up, He covers you, He grants you peace. Hold your heads up and rejoice. Our sweet Lucille is free from sickness, free from a broken heart, free from the ways of this world. Rejoice, I say! The pain is behind her, and it’s behind you. Step into the light and out of the darkness. Amen!”
“What you bouncing around for?”Markus asked, finding himself smiling after weeks of not doing so. It was Reign’s off day from the shop, and while she agreed that they could lie around the house and do nothing, she woke him up from his rest with a grin on her face. Saying no to her was a rare occurrence, and he hadn’t said it since the day she shot Javier.
“I feel good,” she replied, walking hand in hand with him. “Thanks for coming out of the house. I know you’ve been wanting to decompress, but this you needed to experience.”
“Why do I feel like you used your own money for this experience?” He asked, raising a brow, looking down at her. She grinned widely. “You like getting folded up?”
“By you? Love it.”
“Don’t another nigga exist in your world,” Markus grumbled against her face and quickly squeezed her butt, making her giggle.
“Same for your world, too. And cut it out. And I did use some of my money because what is it supposed to do? Just sit there and look at me?”
