Page 99 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
Markus and Svyn managed the first shipment from Javier without a hitch. After making sure every spot had what they needed, he pulled up to the brownstone. With a bouquet of flowers in hand, he tapped his knuckles against the door as if he hadn’t crossed this threshold one hundred times before.
Moments later, Reign pulled it open, fully dressed with a smile on her face. “I thought you were joking when you said you were picking me up for a date.”
“I kinda walked into your shit and never walked out. I figured I needed to switch it up on you. Even if it’s just for tonight. ‘Cause I’m finna come all in this muhfucka,” Markus said with a sly smirk, making Reign giggle and roll her eyes.
“You’ve been doing that. Trying to trap me so I don’t run off?” Reign asked, popping a brow.
Markus huffed, palming his face. “You know it’s been so long since I hit without a rubber I forgot that that’s how kids are made.”
Reign took her flowers out of his hand and rolled her eyes. “You play too much.”
She pranced away, and he followed, scooping her into his arms. “I’m not playing.”
“Just don’t be shocked, is all I’m saying,” Reign spoke to him as if the idea of pregnancy was a trigger.
“You soundin’ like I won’t take care of you,” Markus stated, turning her around to look down at her. “Where’s this coming from? What I do?”
“Give me hope,” Reign confessed, biting her lip. “Something more to believe in again. And I’ve been thinking that you cummin’ all in this muhfucka, as you say, can lead to a lot more. I don’t know if you want that, but I-”
“Want that. I do.” He placed her on the counter and pressed his forehead against hers. “I wanted to do the whole romanticshit. Dinner, walk under the bridge, all that shit you deserve, but this seems like the perfect time.”
“For what?” Reign posed, brows creased.
“I’ve made it clear that I want you, right? Not just for pleasure but to expand with you. To do life. For a nigga to have a soft place to land, for peace, for motivation, for clarity. I made that clear?”
Reign nodded.
“I love you,” Markus stated. “The shit ain’t perfect. It doesn’t make sense, it defies what shit should be.”
“I don’t need a perfect love story. I don’t even need perfect. You know I’ve never loved for real before?”
“Me neither. But I’ll love you. With all my life and after. I’ve never been sure about anything else.”
“I’ll love you too.”
“And if you want me to pull out, I’ll do that.”
Reign shook her head. “I’ve lost enough. I’ve given up enough. I want all of you.”
Markus groaned, gripping her chin and kissing her deeply. “How I get you?”
“You barged your way in, and I’m thankful. You know what else I need?”
“Anything.”
“My noodles,” Reign hummed, nipping his lips. “You won’t have me up all night without fuel. Plus, I have an early morning at the shop. Chop chop, my love. Your girlfriend needs food.”
“Aunt G didn’t feed you?” Markus joked.
“There were more pressing things to handle,” Reign shared, making him pause. “Uh uh. You look forward, I’ll watch your back. That’s how this is going to go. Come on, I didn’t put this on for nothing.”
Markus kissed her one last time and took her off the counter. As she pranced past him, he smacked her ass and groaned. “That thing is getting phat, huh?”
“Yeah, a little bit,” Reign said with a giggle and a little twerk. “You see it?”
“Stop playing or you’re going to be the noodle.”
“I do like when you slurp me up,” Reign crooned, making Markus bite his lip.
