Page 161 of Anything Necessary for Her
“I’m hungry, bruh.” He looked to me.
“Order some shit for everybody. I gotta make a run right quick but should be back by the time the food is ready.” I handed off my credit card, the one I’d been able to get after Banks helped me build some credit up.
She was in every aspect of my life at this point—internally and externally.
“I got you.” Wyatt lit up, snatching the card and darting from the car.
I waited until he was inside and then drove off en route to Nikita’s. By the time I got to the corner of the street that her house sat in the middle of, there was an ambulance outside of her crib.
Her nosy ass neighbors somewhat blocked my view, but I could hear her loud screams as her mother attempted to calm her down while they wheeled her into the back of the ambulance truck.
Satisfied for now, until we got the verdict on whether the bitch could still walk or not, I drove off.
Once home, the Chinese food Wyatt had ordered was there, so I ate with him and Waverley, surprised that my mama had made herself a plate. Though she ate the shit on her lonesome in the living room, it was progress over her choosing whiskey or some other shit as her meal for the night. I wasn’t gon’ get my fucking hopes up, though, because every time I thought shit would change, it never did.
We didn’t speak as I got Waverley to bed, smoked, showered, brushed my teeth and then dipped out to the St. Thomases’ where my girl was.
“Shhh.” Banks tugged me in through the front door. “Come to my bedroom.”
“Peep—”
“Shh!” She chided me as she pulled me up the double-wide staircase and down the hall to her bedroom.
The house was pretty dark at the moment and quiet as fuck, so I could surmise that her parents were knocked the fuck out. Then again, the house was too big to tell.
“You got a sneaking around kink,” I said as soon as we got into her room, and she jumped on me.
“Less talking and more fucking. I don’t want my parents to wake up.” She kissed me as I gripped her bare ass, realizing she was naked under the robe.
My dick was hard as soon as I saw her pretty ass, but as much as I wanted to fuck her like she’d requested, I’d come too far and respected her people too much to fuck in their crib.
I placed Banks on the bed, chuckling at her salacious smirk, the result of her believing we were about to get shit popping, and then left her room.
Moseying down the hall, I knocked lightly on her parents’ door, and due to all the rustling, I could tell what they were in that muthafucka doing.
“Sup, young nigga?” Prime eventually cracked the door only slightly enough to fit his face through, panting a bit and marginally irritated.
I recognized his frown as he looked me over, and that nigga was definitely pissed about having to pull up out some pussy.
Tampering down my laughter, I said, “Just wanted to let y’all know I was here.”
“Uh, . . . aight. Right. Cool. Guest room is available and um, . . . that’s it?” he questioned, and before I could finish saying ‘yeah,’ the door was closed.
I’d never seen that nigga Prime so scattered, and the shit was comical. I was still chuckling as I slipped back into Banks’s room.
“You can leave, you tattletale.” She was lying on her stomach, scrolling on her iPhone. “And I don’t know what’s so funny.”
Hovering over her from behind, I kissed her sweet-smelling neck and said, “The fact that I interrupted yo’ people fucking.”
“Ugh! What the fuck! They still do that?” Her lip couldn’t curl any more than it had as I laughed. “That’s why his fucking back always hurting now!”
I doubled over in laughter, lips still pressed to Banks’s soft flesh as she giggled too.
“Bruh was hot too. Mama must still got that water. Just like her baby.”
“Shut up, Willow.”
“Aight. Aight.” I kissed her lips once we made eye contact. “Let’s at least go out to the car so we can fuck.” I spoke againsther mouth, realizing it would be hard as hell to kick it for the night and not slide up in that.
