Page 68 of Deuce

Her extra ass made me break our kiss, and we both broke into laughter. I looked back to see her standing on the balcony.

Deuce shook his head. “Yo’, she’s wild as hell.”

I nodded as I shooed her back inside. “That’s my best friend. I love her to death.”

“I can tell she loves you, too.” He cupped my chin and turned me to face him. “I have to head out. My grandmother likes us to be on time for dinner and I don’t want no shit with that woman.”

“You really came all the way over here to kiss me?”

“I told you your mama was being a hater.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, sir.”

“I’ma see you tomorrow.”

“You canaskto see me tomorrow.”

He kissed his teeth. “Can I see you tomorrow, Salima?”

“I’ll think about it.” I stood on my toes and kissed his lips before he had a chance to protest. “Drive safe.”

I turned and sashayed my way back into the building. I could feel his eyes on my ass. When I looked back, he was staring at me, stroking his beard with a smirk on his face. Maybe I’d give in to his request tomorrow. It was my day off and I didn’t have anything else to do. Maybe I’d find some trouble to get into with him.

I walkedinto my grandparent’s house with a smile on my face. I mean, a nigga was cheesing hard as hell, all from the short encounter with Salima. I never asked to see women outside of the bedroom. But her? I could see me spending most of my free time with her. Her mama really did fuck up my vibe last night. I was a split second away from having her up against that front door before it opened.

I hadn’t planned on stopping by Shar’s apartment. I was just driving through the city on the way back home when I remembered she said she was going to see her today. The pit stop was well worth it being that I got close to her fine ass. I could tell she was going to be one of these women that thought she had the upper hand.

The truth was, I might let her have it every now and then. I could admit that her demands turned me on a little. She was willing to submit if I came correct. That was a first. I’m not acocky nigga, but most of the women I dealt with didn’t require much. As long as they got dick and a little spending money on the side, they were satisfied.

“Whatchu grinning ‘bout?” Maceo asked, elbowing me.

“None of your damn business.”

He kissed his teeth. “Shar told me you stopped by to see Salima. She said you practically had that girl’s ass on display in that parking lot.”

I kissed my teeth. “You ol’ pillow talking ass nigga. When did you even get her number to talk to her about anything?”

“I got it from Jaeda since you and your girl were acting like y’all couldn’t be bothered.”

“You are a grown ass man and I told you, I’m not your wing man.”

“That’s cold. I’d do it for you. Hell, I was the one that talked Salima into coming out with us that night. If it wasn’t for me, your nasty ass would have never fingered her on that pool table.”

“Who you fingering on pool tables, Deuce?”

We turned to see our father standing behind us with a glass of whisky in his hand.

“Don’t worry about all that, old man,” I said slapping his shoulder.

“Mmm hmm. Nasty ass.”

“Says the man with six kids and four baby mamas. I get my nasty from you.”

“I should be so proud,” he said sarcastically before he took a sip of his drink. “Come on in here. Your grandmother is looking for you.”

He led the way into the massive dining hall. It had been built as an addition years ago. Being that our family was so damn big and most all of us lived on the family compound, we needed a space big enough to house us all. Inside were five tables that seated twelve people each. They were already practically full. Imade my way through the dining hall, greeting various family members before I made it to my grandmother.

Rebecca Dillinger.

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