Page 6 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
She cut her eyes at me, then rolled them, continuing past like she didn’t just bump shoulders with me. From the glance that I captured, I’d almost thought it was Asia I was seeing. Harvey pulled up alongside the curb, and I got in. My phone vibrated with a call from someone I had been waiting for. A smile eased on my face before I answered. “Hello?”
“Kia, sweetheart, what are you up to?” he asked.
My eyes darted to Harvey, who was focused on the road. “Oh, nothing, just left yoga,” I tried to brag.
He chuckled. “Yoga? I see you. So, you got married? This seems sudden.”
I cleared my throat as a smirk eased on my face. “I did, what do you care?”
“I’ve always cared. Look, I have some business to attend to, but we will finish this conversation,” he paused. “Talk to you later, remember who loves you.”
I ended the call and slid my phone into my bag. I knew posting that picture would get a reaction. Harvey smiled as she turned to me. “Oo was that your husband?”
I let out a sharp breath because it wasn’t, and the feeling that had come over me with her saying that made me feel like shit.
The smoke from my lips lingered throughout the bedroom as I had Harvey ass bent over the bed. One hand to her waist, while my other was to my lips as I pulled on my blunt. Her ass bouncing against my thigh sounded like the perfect round of applause.
Inhale. Exhale.
“Mm fuck!” I grunted.
Harvey had gone from being a good girl to being the perfect bedroom freak. She stepped up in ways I wouldn’t have imagined. She went from not riding to becoming a part of the Zoo, from being the girl next door to me hearing she was laying hands on bitches. Harvey was a nigga’s shiesty queen, and I couldn’t have asked for a better girl. I was fucking proud of her, and she was getting some of this proud nigga dick.
Inhale. Exhale.
I let go of her waist, drew my hand back, and smacked the side of her ass. “Keep doing that shit. Let me see that ass shake, mama.”
“Ooo, Myles,” she moaned.
Harvey lifted one of her legs, planting it on the bed, which made access to her pussy much better. My head dropped forward as I glanced down at her. Her head tilted slightly forward as she looked over her shoulder with that smile that she knew I loved so much. Between being high as fuck and the way her pussy felt, I was losing this battle. I held the blunt between my lips as I gripped her hips, rolled them, and slammed her ass back on me.
Roll, slam.
“Ah!”she cried.
Roll, slam.
My head dropped back as I closed my eyes, enjoying every bit of her wetness.
Roll, slam.
Smack! Smack!
Harvey was serving a nigga up so good my nut came faster than I wanted it to. Once we were done, we had cleaned up. I hated to leave her after having the moment we did, but I needed to go to the club and check on things. Since being back, I hadn’t been to the club. I left Beast in charge, and when he told me about that nigga Soho coming there showing his ass, I knew I needed to do a better job at managing who came in and out of my shit.
By the time I had gotten downstairs, Lakia was sitting on the couch. I hadn’t said shit to her since finding out she had run off and gotten married. A part of me wanted to dig off in her ass for doing something stupid as fuck, but everyone was right, she was grown. Now it made sense why she hadn’t been staying at the house for the last few weeks.I snatched up my keys to leave, but she stopped me. “Where are you headed?”
“To handle business. Where is your husband? Shouldn’t you be at home with his ass?”
She got up from the couch. “He’s home and I’m here.”
I laughed. I don’t know who she thought she was fooling, but I know my sister. Shit was cool until that nigga decided to move how he wanted. I didn’t know Monfua like that, but I’m sure the nigga had a roster. However, it wasn’t my problem to deal with. “You trying to ride?” I asked.
I wanted to do my best to put the shit in the back of my mind and enjoy my sister’s company while I had her around. Usually, I would take one of my niggas with me to the club, but since she was here, I offered for her to come. Before my younger brothers were born, Lakia and I were tight. Our bond was close as hell because we were all each other had while my mother ran the streets. I wanted to get us back where we used to be, so I was going to try.
“Yeah.”
“A’ight, but don’t get up in my shit being all wild.”
