Page 62 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Is that what happened to your face last time and this time?” She gently brushed her finger along the scar that I now knew was permanent as I nodded.
Swallowing the lump in my throat as I got ready to tell her the main thing that had been plaguing a nigga since the night it happened, I said, “The night of the club shit, we got into it again because I told her she had to go to rehab. She started bumping her fucking gums about Waverley’s deadbeat ass father coming to check me, and I told her he wouldn’t be checking shit ever again.” I locked eyes with Banks so she’d catch my drift. “That set her off, causing her to swing on me. I threatened her, and then she tried to hit me with a lamp. It shattered, and then, this shit happened.” I pointed to the cut. Licking my lips that felt dry as hell from my anxiety, I said, “I reacted and I . . . backhanded her.”
When I looked at Banks, her expression was indecipherable.
“Oh my gosh,” she stated softly.
“I was fucked up about the shit on top of everything else, and I just . . . stopped giving a fuck for the night. So I went out to bury my demons in liquor, weed, and some groupie bitches for the night.”
“The groupies didn’t pan out, huh?” She simpered, caressing my waves.
“Nah.” I shook my head, rubbing the hand that was still clutched in mine. “I couldn’t do it. I regretted dissing you immediately, and my shit wouldn’t react.”
Banks giggled before kissing my face.
“I like him already.” She steered my face toward her, via my chin, and pecked me slowly but deeply as fuck, making my dick harden instantaneously.
I smiled against her mouth, shaking my fucking head internally at how I thought I was gon’ live the rest of my damn life without this and be okay.
“When I say you too good for me, Peep, this is an example of what I mean. I’m the type of nigga to slap my own fucking mother. Even worse, I couldn’t even bring myself to apologize to her ass.”
After thrusting her lips against mine once more, she climbed into my lap, hugging me against her sweet-smelling chest.
“She was wrong, Willow, and has been wrong for a very long time. What you did was wrong, yes, but it was a reaction from long-term abuse.” Palming both sides of my face and making me tilt my head back so our eyes could latch onto one another’s, she said, “You’re the type of man to still take care of your mother, even after the way she’s treated you. And if you were a terrible person, you wouldn’t feel this guilty about it.”
“You really think the shit you be saying?” I asked, my voice coming out more like a croak than anything.
“I do.” She bobbed her head once and pressed her forehead to mine, making my eyes close again as I basked in the feeling of her like always.
“I’m not used to talking this heavy shit with a woman, just the homies, and even then, I keep the shit surface level.”
“That’s how it should be, Low-Low. That’s the beauty of being in a relationship, and you’re missing out on the biggest perk.” She beamed with her perfect, beautiful ass. “You can shed that toughness with me, then armor back up before you leave.”
She was truly wise beyond her years.
“I like that,” I professed. “I’m sorry, Peep, for real. That shit was stupid as fuck.”
“It was, but make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“It won’t.” I kissed her, locking my arms around her waist to hold her as tightly as I could without crushing her. “And low-key, I think my dick got bougie on a nigga from being ’round you. That’s why he wouldn’t make no noise for them bitches.”
We chortled in unison before she hugged my neck, fusing her mouth to mine.
After sitting there kissing hungrily, nastily, and slowly enough to have my dick striving to sever through her panties, we got up and headed toward her bedroom upstairs.
While she lit some candles and turned on some music, I took a piss, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth with one of her throwaway toothbrushes, then rinsed with mouthwash.
By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, she was laid across her bed, wearing a closemouthed smile.
Removing my joggers so that I was only in a wife beater, boxers, and socks, I lay down beside her as some bitch crooned softly over the bedroom.
“You know, you’re the only man I’ve ever contemplated having sex with.” She broke the somewhat silence. “But after that night when you left with those girls, I’ve been scared to.”
That admission made my stomach sink, but I barreled on like it was nothing. It wasn’t even that she didn’t wanna fuck me, it was more so her underlying statement which was that she didn’t trust my ass.
“I get it. I’m sorry, baby.”
“I know.” She cuddled up to my side as I rocked my head to the right to look down into her eyes.
