Page 51 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“What.” I stood from the seat I’d taken in Peach’s kitchen and started walking toward the back. Something about the sound of the shower on was summoning my ass to the back.

“My baby mama misses her friend, but you on some selfish shit.”

I laughed. “You ser?—”

“Yes, he’s serious Cartrek. I’m very serious. She was mine before she was yours. You gotta share.”

“I got you.” I stood in the doorway of Peach’s washroom watching her body through the wet glass doors.

“I’m serious.”

“I got you, Jo. As a matter of fact let me holla at her ‘bout that right now. I’ma hit y’all back.” I hung up the phone with no intention of calling them back. Wasn’t shit pressing going on, but the heat seeping from that shower.

I shed the little bit of clothes I put on this morning, before opening the door and walking into the dimly lit shower.

“Now you kno—” she started to speak, but me forcing her body into mine halted that.

“Know what?” I turned her around, giving in to my hand’s desire to grab her neck. It only rested there for a few seconds before I reached down and picked her up.

“That whatever you start in here won’t be quick.” She wrapped her arms around my neck at the same time as her legs locked around my waist. As long as she knew it as well.

We madeit out of the door about two hours later. I had talked her into packing some things to stay at my house for the next few days.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the store,she cut her eyes in my direction before sucking her teeth.

We got out seconds later meeting at the front of the car.

“Target ain’t no grocery store, Cartrek.” She walked ahead pulling the wedgie out of her butt. Her ass was eating the Nike leggings the fuck up. Had I not watched her put her underwear on this morning, I would’ve sworn she wasn’t wearing any.

“The fuck it ain’t, and you know I could’ve gotten that for you.”

“What makes this a grocery store, Trek?”

“Shit, I don’t know. It got groceries don’t it?”

She laughed. “But it’s high as hell.”

“It is? I didn’t notice. I’on be in here.” I shrugged grabbing the cart from her.

“Interesting. Let me grab some cheese.” Virtue squeezed down a tight aisle. Instead of trying to squeeze through as well, I decided to just go around the one behind it.

“Givens.” I heard my last name, immediately shaking my head because every time I turned around this motherfucker was finding a way to be in my face. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he was bored.

I looked around before my eyes landed on him. “Detective.”

“I haven’t much seen you on your morning run, Givens. You wouldn’t happen to be avoiding me, would you?”

I laughed. “What’s to avoid?”

“You’re an arrogant prick.” Just that fast he’d lost his cool. One thing the detective couldn’t hide was how bad a nigga got under his skin.

“Sure.”

“Oh, there you are. All of the cheese is gluten free. I don’t think it’ll taste any different.” Peach walked up to the side of me oblivious of the detective staring me down. She tossed the cans in the cart. My eyes left Archie, and immediately went to her.

She’d peeped his presence, perhaps even caught his vibe because she stepped to my side. It was almost like instinct.

“You’re pretty, too pretty to be with scumbag murders.”Archie had fucked up by addressing Peach but I couldn’t lose my cool in here. Couldn’t let him see that for once he had gotten under my skin.

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