“She was a neighbor?”
“Yeah. An older lady who watched over us whenever she could. That day, I never got the chance. So, yeah, I couldn’t stickaround too much. Most times I would leave home for weeks at a time and come back when I got too tired. That lasted for two years until I finally left home at thirteen for good. I didn’t go back.”
“Why not?”
“There wasn’t shit to go back to. She was cracked out. My mama didn’t care about the shit she allowed me to see her do to men or see men do to her. I mean, she was still my mama… even if she was just a cracked-out ho by then. I just couldn’t stick around. I couldn’t protect her, and I’d failed to protect my little sister, so I hit the streets. At least I could pick and choose what I was exposed to.”
“What about your grandmother?”
“She was in and out of the hospital with kidney and diabetes problems. I didn’t wanna be a burden on her.”
“I doubt she’d see it that way.”
“Didn’t matter. She died when I was fourteen anyway.”
“How did you survive on the streets?”
“Robbing folks. Stealing shit from stores. Selling dope.”
“Where did you stay?”
“Abandoned apartments, the streets, and as I got older, friends’ houses.”
“And this… the MC, the businesses, how did you manage to do all this?”
“By the time I was seventeen, I met a cat named Soul. He started the MC, but back then, he’d only had one of the chop shops, a restaurant, and a bar. In time, I convinced him to invest in both of the car wash operations. The two motorcycle dealerships, the other chop shop, and the restaurants came under my leadership.”
“How did you manage all that?”
“Wise investments. Strong relationships. A head for numbers and a respect for money.”
“What happened to him?”
“He retired out of the MC. He still comes around from time to time, but his old ass is playing dominos, playing cards, and boning his fifty-two-year-old girlfriend as much as possible.”
“Have you ever been in a relationship, Priest? I mean, not like what you have with Cheekz?”
“Listen, I ain’t had shit with Cheekz. I just love my dick too much to stick it in every dripping hole that passes by me. I ain’t like the brothers. I ain’t got shit to prove. As a li’l hothead running the streets, I got burnt by a girl one time. That’s all it took for me to not only wrap it up on every occasion but to be selective about who got the dick.”
“You weren’t too selective with me.”
“Yeah, I was. Didn’t mind you sucking a nut up out of it, but jumping in this pussy took me watching you and knowing who I was fucking with,” he disputed.
He smacked my pussy as he spoke, and she throbbed for him. I widened my legs to encourage him to give me more. I reached up and behind me to loop my arms around his neck. Priest lowered his head and pressed his soft, succulent lips against mine. The kiss was slow and patient without demand. I loved this gentler side that Priest allowed me to see. It made me want to know him more and spend more time with him. It made me want to forget everything else that existed and just be in this space with him. I spread my thighs, and he inserted two fingers inside of my sleep shorts and rubbed my slit up and down.
I rolled my hips and pushed upward so that his fingers slipped inside. My mouth opened to him, and he took the kiss deeper while he fucked my pussy hard with his fingers. God, he knew how to make my body feel so good. Just being with Priest this way made all my cares and worries slip away. I knew there was no way that I could return to my father and Daniel Usher. Fuck them to hell and back. My father deserved to burn in hellfor his sins. He was a liar, a creep, and a fucking monster who I wanted nothing else to do with, and I was now certain that Daniel was the same.
I had known Priest three weeks and one day, and I knew without a doubt that he was better than either of them. He was a better person and man, and I was sure he was a better lover than Daniel would prove to be.
“I want you inside of me now, Priest,” I moaned.
“Sure about that?”
“I’m very sure,” I purred.
“Can I get it raw?”
“What?”