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“Aylo’s brother Alias is who shot Fari. Fari killed Alias recently. I don’t wan?—”

“The man hanging from the light pole on the news.”

“Yeah, look I try to protect you from it all. You and Dorie. It’s street shit.”

“Thank you.”

I could tell he was shocked at me saying thank you. He probably expected me to want him to go further into detail, but I didn’t.

“I’m not asking you to tell me everything, but I’m asking you to tell me about the things that have you staring into thin airwhen we’re eating dinner. The things that worry you.” I meant that. I could do without the street details, though I wasn’t naive enough to believe my brother or my man were saints. They were street niggas, and I accepted that.

Before another word could escape my lips he had pulled the car over and unbuckled my seatbelt. Not even a second later he’d pulled me into his lap, bringing us face to face. Then like magnets our lips collided acting as suction cups.

Cartrek

Sex with Virtue always made me feel like I was opening up different dimensions. Like somehow I was around here plane jumping every time I climbed between her legs. Virtue was dangerous, because not only was she addicting as fuck but she had the ability to make a man feel like he was at his highest with just one look. The entire time we were at the pool hall tonight, I was only thinking about one thing. Getting her back to the crib was at the top of that list.

“Yo, you gotta keep it down because I’m not tryna have baby girl bust up in here on us.” I hit her deep, while my hand covered her mouth. The bathroom was right next to Adorie’s bedroom, which meant I either had to control the noise or get out of this shower and lock the door.

“I can..nn’t,” she barely pronounced can’t with way more ns’ than I knew were in the word. “Baby you’re—you’re breaking me,” she said that but thrusted her pelvis up against me every time I thrusted into her, holding her gliding ass in place while I assaulted her center with a vengeance.

With her wrapped legs around my waist, she slid up and down the marble wall in pure ecstasy, face reflecting everything I was doing to her body. I needed this shit, fuck it, I needed her ass.

From the moment I paid the babysitter and locked the door behind her, I was on Peach’s ass. Before following her into the shower, I made sure to check in on Adorie who was sound asleep in her bedroom. I stepped in, putting the coveron her and tucking her in before exiting just as quick as I had entered. Now here I was wishing I’d locked the bathroom door, because ain’t no way Adorie didn’t hear her loud ass mama.

“I…I…fuckkk.” She cried out every time I forced her ass down. She knew that running shit was a no go with me.

“You what, Peach?” I taunted.

“I think.” My understanding of her sentence ended there, because by now she was moaning intelligible words while I pumped into her viciously in attempt to make her cum.

“I got… gotta pee.” She moaned out bringing a smile to my face.

“No you don’t baby, let that shit rock,” I said seconds before she exploded like the ripest tomato on the vine and I was right behind her, filling her slick folds with nothing but me. Every fucking thing I had at the moment.

I don’t know what time it was when I opened my eyes, sleep interrupted by the constant vibration of a phone on the distant nightstand. I knew it wasn’t mine, because throughout my slumber I’d reached on my side thinking it was my own over a million times. With my eyes now open, I realized that it was her phone, because not only was it flashing but it was also vibrating hard as hell against the wood. Peach could sleep through anything, so I didn’t expect her to get up and get it, so I got it. Reaching across her, I grabbed the phone ready to lay into whomever was calling at this time of morning.

“If it’s my mother, tell her I’m sleep,” she moaned out.

I laughed, because apparently she did hear her phone, but she just decided to ignore it.

When I saw the no caller ID I knew it wasn’t her mother. Somebody was calling her private. Curiosity got the best of a nigga, because within seconds I clicked the green circle and mashed the phone against my ear.

“About time you answered my call, Virtue. I just want to meet my fucking daughter, but you’re making this shit so difficult. You have left me no choice but to take you to court, because this I’m not standing for. You have my child aroundthugs and criminals, but you won’t even let me see her. I’m calling to let you know I’m going for full custody. My wife and I will ra?—”

I didn’t need to hear any more of that bullshit, so I hung up. Threatening mine had just put his bitch ass on the top of my list. Though I knew he was making idol threats, I didn’t like the fact that he thought he could. I damn sure didn’t like the fact that he was bold enough to harass her, because apparently she hadn’t been answering his calls. I had told the nigga to get a hobby, but I see he couldn’t find one so now I had to see about his stupid slow ass. Fucking with mine would help a nigga lose his life, and on me it was just that easy. My thoughts stopped when I heard a small tap at the door…then another one followed by Adorie’s little voice.

“Muhhmy.”

I hopped up from the bed, rushing the door. When I opened it, Adorie was standing outside of it scratching her head with one hand and using the other to hold her iPad.

“I can’t sheep,” she whined as I leaned down to pick her up. I caught her iPad just in time, because as soon as she was in my arms, she let that motherfucker go.

With her head on my shoulder, I carried her into the kitchen to find her a snack and calm her down. I knew enough about her to know that she was food motivated like a motherfucker.

“We watch cartoons?” She lifted her head from my chest looking up at me.

“You want to?” I couldn’t help it that shorty had me wrapped around her finger.

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