Page 41 of Deuce

He pulled out the solid gold beretta with his name etched into it and set it on the table.

“Then we will just be two shooting muthafuckas cause I’m bussin’ back.”

He stared at me, and I stared at him. We both broke into grins as we slapped hands. I’d never shoot my brother. Would I put a bullet in any muthafucka over him? Goddamn right.

When we finished eating, the girls all migrated back to the pool tables, dragging Salima along with them. I stayed at the table watching her, tuning out whatever my brothers and cousins were going on about. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was trying to entice me by bending her ass over that pool table every time she had to hit the ball. My blood was boiling because I could see the eyes of every nigga close by watching her, too.

At one point, I left the table and planted myself in front of them. I didn’t have to say shit. I stood against the wall with my arms crossed in front of me, gun in my hand. The look on my face dared any of them to bat an eye in the direction of this particular table. Just like back at the lounge, my trigger finger was itching.

When the game was over, Salima hopped her pretty ass on the table and stared me down with the same intensity I’d been watching her with.

“You’re a creep, you know that?”

I shrugged. “I might be a little unhinged.”

“A little? You sat here with your gun out so other men wouldn’t look at us.”

“Atyou. And I made my point.”

“What point?”

I cleared my throat. “Do any of you niggas see this woman right here?”

Nobody said anything.

“No takers?”

Again, silence. He turned back to me.

“That point.”

Pushing off from the wall, I tucked my gun away and moved to stand between her legs. With a jerk of my head, my sisters and cousins dispersed from the table, leaving the two of us alone. With my hands planted on either side of her, I leaned into her.

“I don’t remember inviting you into my personal space.”

“Yet you haven’t moved. I’m starting to think you like this shit.”

My hand moved to the back of her head, where I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. She gasped as my lips met her flesh.

“Tell me, baby. How wet did that kiss make you earlier?”

“You… you wish I got wet for you.”

“I can make you get wet for me without even trying hard.”

I captured her lips and again, she didn’t put up a fight. My free hand unbuttoned then unzipped her shorts. She gasped as I slipped a hand past her panties and cupped her pussy.

“Wha… what are you doing…” she whispered.

“Shhh!”

I took her mouth again as my middle and ring finger slipped between her slick folds. She shuttered as I began strumming her clit. Her legs fell open a little more, and I stepped closer to her. Her hands shot to my arms, and she dug her sharp nails into my flesh.

“D-Deuce… shit!”

“You want me to make you cum in front of all these people?”

“N-no… Oh God!”

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