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She nodded as I headed outside. It seemed I was trapped in this phase of fucking without purpose, and I didn’t know how to get out of it. A nigga had needs that my hand couldn’t meet. Jacking off was for little boys. That shit didn’t do anything to relieve my desire to feel a woman beneath me, sharing her heat with me. After turning off the breaker, I went back inside only to find Courtney lying on the sofa, fucking herself.

I closed the door and immediately grabbed my wallet from my pocket to pull a condom from it. I dropped my pants and strapped up with the quickness. When I got to her, I took that dildo from her and threw it to the floor. “That shit ain’t got nothing on me.”

“Mm. Remind me then.”

I hovered over her and pushed inside of her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while I just stared at her. There was no emotion behind what I was doing. It was like I was a robot when it came to sex these days. I stroked her hard and fast, doing my best to fuck up the way she walked. She was screaming out obscenities while she scratched up my back.

“Damn, Christian! Fuck! You’ve… gotten better!”

I bit my bottom lip. I hadn’t fucked Courtney since I was eighteen years old. I was hoping I would have gotten better within sixteen years. Her pussy was still good too. It was hot and sloppy wet. “Mm. Yo’ shit good too,” I said as I slammed into her.

My balls were hitting against her, and all that could be heard was our pants and our skin slapping together. That shit was a turn on in itself. I loved that clapping sound. “Oh fuck!” I yelled as her pussy gripped me.

“I’m cumming! Shit!” she yelled.

I glanced down at the creamy goodness that was all over my dick and couldn’t stop myself from erupting. I let my dick marinate for a minute or two then pulled out. I needed that shit to take the edge off. After standing and pulling my pants up, I said, “I guess I better check the A/C now.”

She giggled and went to wash up while I did what I was being paid to do.

“You better be glad this shit working now.”

“Naw, Unc. You better be glad this shit working now. A new unit was gon’ fuck your pockets without lube.”

I chuckled as he side-eyed me. Hell, I was glad it was working now. That was less work for me. “Now, you need to keep these filters changed in a reasonable amount of time so all that dirt and dust don’t get in your unit. How long it lasts depends on you. I mean… damage could already be done though. You been having this house for over twenty years now. You got insurance on your appliances and stuff?”

“Naw. I don’t need that. If I didn’t have the money to fix shit as it happened, then I would. That’s a waste of money for a nigga like me.”

I slightly rolled my eyes as I prepared to leave. Before I could get out of the door though, he asked, “So you tryna holla at the lady at the hospital?”

“Well, I was. She was upfront with me about not looking to be in a relationship right now. I might still talk to her though. She seemed cool.”

“In other words, you might still fuck her.”

“Man, she just had surgery. I can’t fuck her anyway.”

“Mm hmm. Eventually, you will. She gotta heal. My question though is, are you thinking you can change her mind? That’s a mistake if you think you can. That would be the start of some toxic shit.”

“I didn’t think about it that way. I just figured I’d get to know her and let her get to know me. Who knows? Maybe she will change her mind. I’m not going into it expecting her to, though.”

“Be sure of that. I think you ought to just leave her ass where she at.”

“Did you do that with Aunt Aspen when she told you she was engaged?”

He frowned as he stared at me. When a smirk appeared on my face, he shoved me in the head. “Who even told you about that? You were too young to be in grown folks’ business back then.”

“Don’t mean I wasn’t. I know all y’all business. Bullied that woman into being with you and now she trapped.” I said, loudly, “Aunt Aspen, if you need help, just blink three times.”

Uncle Storm shoved me in the head again. “That’s yo’ ass. Clearly, yo’ mama dropped you on your head as a baby. Between you and Jacob, I don’t know which one is worse. Y’all don’t fear for your life when y’all talking to me. That means something is mentally wrong with y’all asses. Don’t mess around and let that girl fuck yo’ mind up though. I got a feeling she gon’ twist your insides up if you fuck with her.”

“Why you got that feeling?”

“I watch people. She was hurting, but I could tell by the way she was walking that she was on a mission to get back healthy. She’s confident and knows what she wants. At the same time, her soul was hurt too. I could see that in her eyes. She was staring at a nigga when I stood up. My height catches people off guard. They aren’t familiar with greatness until they see me. That’s why they can’t hide it.”

I rolled my eyes and slowly shook my head. This nigga. “Whatever, man. I gotta go. You make sure you take care of that unit instead of everybody else’s business.”

“Man, get the fuck on. When you get fucked over, I’m gon’ be the first one to say I told yo’ ass.”

I chuckled as he extended my money. I grabbed it from him and headed out. I didn’t have shit to do other than go to the hospital. Just discussing my inner workings wasn’t on my to-do list, especially not with a nigga like Storm. That nigga would take whatever you told him and use it against your ass later, whether it was in a good way or bad way. He could miss me on that. If I needed to, I would talk to Rylan or Jakari about that… maybe even KJ. My brothers understood me better than anyone. KJ was my cousin, but he was like a brother too.

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