Page 36 of Hood Legacy

“Aceyn–”

“Nah, listen to me before you start objecting. I completely get that this lifestyle isn’t one you’re used to, and that’s cool, but that’s not something you should worry about. I’d never do anything that would come back on you or have you looking over your shoulder because you don’t feel safe. But I will always protect you, Point Guard, no questions asked, no second thoughts.”

“And I thank you for that, but I don’t want you to jeopardize your future for me,” I said, shaking my head. “Let the police handle it. That’s what they are paid to do.”

“Next time,” he said, shrugging, and I lifted my brow. “That stalker thing was taken care of.”

“Taken care of?” I questioned. “Taken care of how?”

“Point Guard, don’t ask questions you ain’t ready for the answers to. Just know the only other time you’ll be getting flowers is because I sent them.”

I sat in my seat, trying to process his words. Without outright telling me, he was saying that he’d killed whoever was responsible for making my life a living hell for the last few years. Was I surprised? Yes, but I was also grateful and appreciative that he’d done something for me that no one else had without me having to ask him.

“Jermaine ain’t gonna be a problem anymore.”

“Jermaine?” My face twisted in confusion, and he nodded. “He was the one sending me flowers and texting me?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “When Yeti and I checked his house the night I knocked him out at your spot, we saw firsthand how obsessed he was with you. He had pictures and shit of you all through his house. Some of them innocent, but not all of them.” He pushed off the counter, rounded the island, and stepped between my legs to be in my space. “And I’m telling you right now that I don’t feel bad for killing that nigga, either.” He wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. “You can mourn the thought of what you thought y’all friendship was, but that’s it. That nigga was getting off on the fact that he was next to you, and you had no clue. He got off on knowing you were afraid but looking for him to protect you. That shit was sick and twisted.” He gently kissed me, and I moaned in appreciation. “The only nigga you’ll ever look to protect you is me.”

* * *

“Fuck nah, nope,” Aceyn said as I stepped out of the closet with my shoes in my hand. “You can’t wear that and think this shit is going to be cool.”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” I looked down at my dress and then up at him, confused. “You don’t like it?”

“Point guard,” he stopped talking, pinched the bridge of his nose, and blew a deep breath. The only person I’d ever seen do that was Ex when he was dealing with something with Paxton, and he couldn’t get his wording together. “Baby, listen to me when I say this.” He let go of his nose and looked at me seriously. “You know what, nah, just look at my shit and ask that question again.”

“Look at what?” I asked as I sat on the edge of my bed and put on my shoes. I took my time fastening the strap around my ankle because I was too focused on watching Aceyn walk over to me. When I looked up, he was standing in front of me, and his dick was pushing against the zipper of his pants. “Oh.”

“Oh?” he laughed. “You think it’s something wrong with your dress?” he shook his head. “It’s nothing wrong with your shit, which is the problem. You look too fucking good to be going to some work shit.”

“Aceyn.” I stood and cupped his face to make him stop shaking his head. “Look at me.”

“Change your outfit,” he declared as he stared down at me. “Like, legit change cuz if you don’t, I’ma walk around with a hard ass dick all night.”

“No, you won’t,” I responded, and he kissed his teeth. I pulled him to me and kissed him. My attention was to calm him down, but he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and our kiss went from innocent to nasty. My pussy started pulsating, and I knew we weren’t going to make it to the dinner if we kept this up. I pulled back, but he wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me from moving from his space. “We don’t have time for this.”

“We can make it quick,” he said, then buried his face in my neck and kissed it. “I just need you to cum three times, and then we can go.” His hands went to the split of my dress and moved up my thigh. “My girl is crying, Point Guard. Let me stop her tears.”

“Aceyn,” I moaned when he pushed two fingers into me. “We don’t have time.”

“We don’t have to be on time,” he chuckled, then gently nibbled on my neck. “Let me handle this for you.”

“Baby,” I moaned as I tapped his shoulder. “We don’t have time.” He pressed his thumb into my clit, and I dropped my head onto his shoulder. “Please.”

“I got you, Point Guard,” he taunted as he worked me over. “I swear, I do.” He worked me over to the point that I felt my knees start to get weak, and I had to wrap my arms around his shoulder to keep balance. My head began spinning, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “Let that shit out so we can go.”

“Aceyn!” I moaned as he moved his hand faster.

“Nope, not what I want to hear,” he whispered, then kissed my ear.

“Baby!” I moaned as I orgasmed.

“Pretty ass,” he said, then kissed my forehead as I got myself together. “Let me know when you’re ready so we can get this shit over with and come back and finish this the right way.” I nodded my head against his chest and took a deep breath.

“You said you had a problem, not me,” I laughed as I stepped back and looked down to see his dick was still hard. “How did that change to you handling that for me?”

“Shit, call me selfish, but I like seeing you cum,” he answered with a shrug. “Hearing you moan my name is going to get me through this boring ass dinner, and then when we get back here, I’ma want a repeat show.” He sat on the edge of the bed and watched me. “Now, finish getting ready so we can go and then make that shit a reality.”

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