Page 156 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Five?” Kailey’s eyes squinted in confusion.
“Yep. Two for head and three for the pussy,” I replied, and we doubled over.
“See, my type.”
“Aye, Kailey. Where that dance you promised me?” Taye called out, his hands cupped along the sides of his mouth to project across the room.
“This thirsty ass nigga.” She moved to get up.
“You like that shit though, Kailey.” I smacked her butt as she confirmed my statement by sticking her tongue out before switching over to him and flirtatiously calling Taye thirsty in the process.
Low and I locked eyes from across the room, and he waved for me to come over. Getting up, I switched to where he was leaned against the wall as Free and Jere were engrossed in conversation.
As soon as I neared him, I tossed my arms around his neck as we kissed. When I pulled back, he stared down into my eyes, pecking my nose then forehead gently before seemingly taking me in.
“Remind me of what the fuck life was like for me before you,” he said, moving my hair behind my shoulder.
“Boring. Monotonous. The sex wastrash.Andyou were depressed.” I listed each one off, then gave a closemouthed smile, still embracing his neck.
He chuckled cutely, and though the music drowned out the actual sound of it, I somehow still knew what it sounded like. It was something I’d committed to memory back when he’d kick it in my parents’ backyard and pay me no mind.
“Promise me it won’t ever go back.”
“It won’t.” I pressed my nose to his as best as I could on my tiptoes.
Our mouths melded together slowly and passionately, despite “Shake Ya Ass” by Mystical being the song of themoment. The room howled and cheered at the song choice, and I definitely heard Kailey’s wild ass among them.
Low picked me up, wrapping my legs around him and began to carry me through the thick crowd of people toward the mouth of the game room.
Like usual, we ended up in the California Room where he fucked me up against the wall.
Presley had asked Kailey and me to come down to her warehouse to assist her for the day, and in return, she’d pay us and give us any appliance from her cookware line of our choice.
Of course, both Kailey and I were down, choosing the air fryer which was new to her line and apparently the best one on the market with a matching price point.
“Girl, I can’t wait to make bacon in this,” Kailey said as soon as Shakur put the air fryers in my trunk.
He chuckled.
“Bacon?” I frowned. “Of all things, Kailey?”
“Bitch, it makes it so your house doesn’t smell like bacon. My daddy be complaining ’cause he don’t eat pork no more, and I be tempting him.”
The three of us chuckled.
“Excuse me, Miss St. Thomas?” a man called out, making me, Shakur, and Kailey whip around to locate the voice.
“Who are you?” Shakur inquired, standing strategically in front of me.
The man smiled disingenuously.
“Shakur Compton of the LA Gremlins. Forgot this is your baby sister.” He smiled, but when Shakur made it clear he wasn’t going to acknowledge his statement, he moved on. “I’m Detective Clayton Booth. I wanted to speak with Miss St. Thomas.” He pulled out his miniature notepad. “She is the girlfriend of Willow Harris, right?” He peered around at me.
“Last I checked, that wasn’t illegal, so what the fuck you here for?” Shakur interrogated further, and I had never been happier to have a meddlesome brother.
“No, but she was in Las Vegas with him during the time Brenden Maddox disappeared,” the detective incorrectly stated.
“No.” I stepped out to the side from behind Shakur. “I wasn’t with him. I was with her,” I pointed to Kailey, “for a friend’s birthday party.”
