Page 139 of Anything Necessary for Her
As soon as we got into his car, I ignored him asking me how my night was as I reached to unzip his pants after clipping my hair up. Like a good boy, Low shut the hell up and drove while I sucked him off until completion.
“Let me see,” I said, slipping into the dressing room where Low was trying on the clothes I’d suggested. “Ooh. Do you like this?” I ran my hand down the fly ass Valentino shirt.
“You like it?” He stared into the mirror, thick brows bunched together.
“I’m asking you, babe.” I smiled.
“I only give a fuck about what you think and what you like, Peep,” he answered honestly, still studying his reflection.
Hugging him from behind, I said, “I like you in anything. You’re a fine, black man, so whatever you put on I will like.”
He eyed me through the mirror before that familiar smirk graced his sexy face like it always did when I complimented him.
“Don’t be taking my lines.”
“I’m not trying to.” I released him, going around to inspect him further. “You make anything look good.”
“That’s you. Shit ain’t everjustwith you.”
“Huh?”
“It’sjusta dress on the next bitch, but it’s a hell of a fucking dress on you, Peep. That goes for any fucking thing you wear. Even them fucking Crocs,” he expounded, staring down into my eyes and moving a stray piece of hair from my face.
I smirked, shaking my head since he always talked shit about my Crocs.
“I love you,” I admitted, hugging his torso and inhaling the woodsy but clean vanilla scent of his cologne.
He pecked me then lifted his head to stare in the mirror over my head before saying, “I am handsome, huh?”
“Very.”
We kissed a few more times before breaking apart and continuing the shopping trip. He made good on his promise, buying me the few things I wanted.
He even surprised me by having booked a private shopping appointment with Chanel in advance, something he admitted he didn’t know how to do but had requested help from my mom. Somehow, the fact that he asked for help was more romantic than the appointment itself.
After shopping, we dropped the bags off and then stopped by 208 Rodeo for an early dinner.
“These fries good as fuck. I’m gon’ order another to take with me.” He shoved a bunch into his heavenly mouth.
“They are.” I drank some of my water. “Lequay agreed to rally all of my brothers up.”
“You sure it ain’t no setup? ’Cause that nigga was hot at the park.” Low sipped his soda through the straw.
“I’m sure.” I chuckled. “He wouldn’t do that, and he promised me. You know, he actually said he fucked with how you didn’t back down even when guns were pulled,” I revealed.
Low shrugged a shoulder, non-verbally saying that was nothing to him. I knew him well enough to read his body gestures without words.
“Niggas and niggas with guns don’t scare me. Now, had he dropped into some Bruce Lee fighting stance, that might’ve made a nigga back off. I do street fights, none of that other kicking in the air shit,” he said, making me chortle louder than I wanted, but at least we were dining outside.
“I don’t blame you. I’m not fighting a bitch that can Mortal Combat kick my ass all over the room either.”
Chuckling, Low sat back and watched me for a beat. “But yeah, I been ready to link up with them niggas.”
“It’s only five against one now since you got Asif and Lequay on your side; my daddy too.”
Though I was confident and thankful for that fact, my more hotheaded brothers were on the opposing team, which worried me.
“I don’t need the backup, but I do appreciate it.” He sat up some, lacing his fingers atop the table. “I’ll do anything necessary for you, Peep. Whether it’s to make you happy, keep you safe, or get you yo’ fucking respect. I’m not worried ’bout who against me or who with me, but I wanna get along with them niggas for you and a little bit for Sif. You deserve to have ya family that you love so muchandthe nigga who loves you too.”
