Page 103 of Anything Necessary for Her
Boyce nodded before nudging me to turn around so he could cuddle me from behind. On one hand, I wished Boyce had more bravado and machismo, but on the other hand, I was sort of glad he wasn’t the crazy type, because if he did pull up on Low, the latter would kill him, no questions asked.
For now, I would just wait until Low reverted and gave me some dick here and there while waiting for the day I no longer craved a dope boy. After that, Boyce and I could be happy.
ONE WEEK LATER . . .
“Thankfully, them youngins is sleep,”I said, holding the front door of my home open for Banks, her pink duffel bag in my other hand.
“Aww, I wanted to see Wyatt and Waverley, even though Wyatt be talking shit.”
We laughed.
“Daddy gon’ ease up on you, make sure you not so loud.” I popped her on the ass as she strutted past me in them thigh-length shorts. Her body was pure fucking artwork, filled out in all the right places.
“Shut up, Low.” She clipped her long hair up.
“Let me show you what I got.” I waved for her to follow me to the kitchen, opening the fridge once we walked in.
“You got all the stuff I like!” She beamed, reaching in and picking up all the meat, fruit, egg whites, plus the lettuce and tomato for her protein-style hamburgers she liked to eat.
Her perfume wafted over me every time she moved, and being so close to her caused my hand to rest on her hip just to keep her close to a nigga. I kissed her jaw when she stood back upright, making her turn and peck me.
“These too.” I moved over to the counter and picked up the package of pecan sandies, her favorite cookie.
“Thank you, baby.” She hugged my torso, as I bent down some to kiss her before she bit my bottom lip.
“You better relax, Peep.” I put the cookies down, taking her hand in mine to lead her out. “You can store some shit here so you won’t have to bring a bag all the fucking time too,” I said.
I noticed she didn’t say anything, and as soon as we got into my bedroom, I looked to see why. She was just staring at a nigga, smiling as I shut the bedroom door.
“So we share a room now?” she inquired, walking over to my bed and lying across it.
“Nah, you gotta be my wife for that type of shit. I ain’t compromising my space like that for you,” I jested somewhat.
“Yeah right.” She propped herself up on her elbows as she watched me remove my clothing. “You’re obsessed with me.”
“I am.” I lay beside her, wanting to relax a bit before I took a shower. I noticed the simplest shit that would separate a nigga from her, for example bathing, I tried to defer for as long as possible. “You came into my life like a fucking bomb, Peep.” I rested my hand on her thigh as I lay back while she sat up, staring down at me.
“A good bomb?”
“Yeah.” I licked my lips. “You went from being just the homie’s little sister that I never fucking thought about, to myworld. Now I think about yo’ ass as soon as I open my eyes and just before I close them muthafuckas.”
I was 90 percent sure I was in love with Banks’s ass, but I didn’t wanna tell her and make her feel like she had to say the shit back. Additionally, I didn’t wanna say it and she never said the shit back.
Growing up with a mother like mine, who constantly put a nigga down, had me developing a complex, and because nobody in my life loved me genuinely and only because of what I did for them or provided for them, it was easy for me to believe that shit.
My siblings loved me—if they even did—because I took care of their asses. Asif and Free fucked with me because it was part of the game. Banks was the only person in my life who fucked with me just because she wanted to and didn’t really need to. Therefore, I didn’t wanna taint this shit by putting pressure on her to love a nigga.
“So be honest. You didn’t have a crush on me back then?” She squinted at me, making me chuckle.
“Not even a little bit. You was a kid to me, Peep. I’d been around the block and back. Seen shit I had no business witnessing and had more bodies than a fucking cemetery, so I wasn’t interested in someone I saw as a little ass girl and whowasa little ass girl.”
“I was eighteen at one point.”
“Still. That wasn’t no woman to me. I was twenty-two, fucking on women in their mid-thirties.”
“So that’s why you chose Rue over me? I was a little girl.” She rolled her pretty, sparkling ass eyes.
“You wasn’t an option, Peep. You wasn’t even in the running, so how could I choose someone over you? Plus, I never actually chose Rue.”
