Page 134 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Dress a little short, Peep.” He welcomed me between his divided legs, big hands running up the backs of my thighs as he licked his lips. “Damn,” he added after regarding me for a while.
“We’re just gonna be at my dad’s beach house in Manhattan Beach, having dinner and kicking it. You act like we going clubbing.” I giggled.
“Probably are. You just telling a nigga anything.”
“So, it’d be a problem?”
“Nah. I know no matter what, you ain’t crazy enough to even bat them eyelashes at a nigga. And you gon’ bring yo’ ass right back.”
“True.” I hugged his neck, kissing his lips lightly so I wouldn’t transfer my lip gloss. “I’m gonna be drinking, so drive me?”
He bobbed his head, so I stepped back to allow him to stand.
“You look beautiful, Peep.” He took my hand as I grabbed my mini Lady Dior with my opposite hand.
“Thank you.” I felt myself blushing as he admired me.
He led me out to his beloved Maybach, then helped me inside before hopping in on the driver’s side.
“I wanna go shopping. You think you can help yo’ nigga out?”
“Shopping? Like I go with you and pick stuff?”
“Yeah.”
“What? What brought this on? I like how you dress. You don’t even try and still be the finest one in the room.”
“I gotta match how fly you look when we step out. Can’t make it obvious you got a drug dealing ass boyfriend, Peep.”
Giggling, I responded, “Or a rapper.”
“That too. I don’t wanna look like either one.”
“Fine. But don’t completely get rid of the hood but rich nigga look. It’s sexy.”
“You just don’t want me too dressed up ’cause the bitches gon’ be on me,” he joked . . . half joked.
“Nigga, you could be in tattered rags and bitches would be on you, so that ain’t even it. You’re too fine, sorry.” I shrugged one shoulder, half smiling as I looked over at his sexy ass whipping this expensive car he loved so much.
I could see a slight red tinge in his deep brown cheeks, so I knew he was blushing.
Though I was messing with him, I was speaking the truth. Low was fine, sexy, and handsome. I hadn’t seen a nigga that could compete yet. I told him often because I could visibly see how it made him feel.
“So you down?” he questioned, still smiling at my previous statement.
“Can I get stuff too?”
“Always.” His brows lowered briefly as if that were a crazy ass question.
We arrived at my father’s beach house about twenty minutes later, since it wasn’t too far and there was no traffic at this time of night.
The parking over here was terrible, despite the high ass price tag, and was the reason my father had purchased another beach house in Malibu with more real estate for family gatherings.
Though he didn’t use this one, he kept it up and clean and often let any of his kids use it for whatever and whenever, like tonight. The ladies and I wanted to have a beachside dinner, sohe handed off the keys. Khari had hired a private chef for us, which was a nice surprise since we’d initially planned to cook.
“Get as drunk as you want,” Low said to me as he helped me from the car, kissing me lightly and squeezing my ass. “The head be crazy, and the gag reflexes be on ghost.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at him as my lip curled. Biting his lip, he hit me on the ass, watching me as I switched up to the front door.
