Page 1 of The Spirit Of My Savage
“Fuck, babe,”I moaned, breathlessly, dick all in my guts. I was in King’s lap with my slutty nurse costume dress scrunched around my waist. The Charger windows were fogged up, and his voice was in my ear, talking me through it just how I liked.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby… take all that.” King’s grip never eased up. One hand was locked around my throat just firm enough to make me moan and the other held my waist steady.
We were running late as hell for my homegirl, Unique’s, Halloween bash. I truly hated being late for shit, but it was hard to care in the moment when my husband’s lips were on my collarbone and that curve was hitting just right. I was seeing stars in the backseat.
“I’m bouta bust, baby,” he grunted, thrusting into me. “Get your nut.”
“I hate you,” I whispered as we both came together. I gripped the back of his neck and rolled my hips just right.
He smirked. “Nah, you love me. You just hate we gon’ be late.”
“Fuckin’ with you, we’re always late, Kamari,” I muttered with a laugh.
He chuckled, sucking on my bottom lip. “You’ll be aight. Grab them wipes.”
By the time I climbed into the passenger seat, fixing my lip gloss, King was on the driver’s side, rolling up a blunt like he didn’t just make me scream his name. Hoodie back on, chains shining under the streetlights, beard neat, jaw locked. This nigga was fine as hell. Tatted up. Dangerous in all the ways I couldn’t resist.
“You actin’ like you didn’t just do the most,” I said, adjusting my costume dress.
He licked his lips slowly and sparked up the blunt. “Nah, you the one who did the most, talkin’ ’bout I can’t get no pussy ‘til we get back home.”
I sucked my teeth. “You knew I was tryna be on time.”
“You knew I ain’t give a fuck about time when your fine ass slid in this car.”
I smirked, biting my lip a little, fluttering my long, fluffy eyelashes. He always talked slick when I had him weak. My brown skin glowed under the dash lights as King gripped my thigh. I wasn’t tall, maybe five-four on a good day, but I was thick and had a walk that made niggas pause and a face that never needed a filter. Tonight, like any other night, I was a bad bitch.
High as hell and satisfied, we finally pulled up on Unique’s street and found a parking spot a few houses down. Halloweenin the hood always felt like a block party. There were so many people outside walking around, music bumping, and kids running from house to house in their costumes.
King reached over and tugged at the hem of my costume dress. “You cold?”
“You picked it out,” I said, adjusting the blonde wig I wore. “Maybe you shouldn’t have.”
“I picked it out forme,” he said, dragging his eyes up my thighs. “You just the one wearin’ it.” My phone buzzed for the umpteenth time, but I ignored it this time. King was already watching me closely. “Good. That phone don’t do shit but distract you.” Before I could reply,hisphone lit up and he frowned.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Business,” he muttered, reaching into the center console and sliding out his Glock. He tucked it under his hoodie, and I sighed as we stepped out of the car.
“No business tonight. You promised.”
“It won’t take long, baby. Start walkin’.” He kissed my forehead.
I watched him walk off toward the corner, talking low into the phone. His energy was calm, but I felt something shift. Then I saw a black Tahoe creeping slowly, headlights damn near off. No music. No movement.
I leaned forward, heart kicking. “King…” He didn’t hear me. “King!”
He turned just as the first shot rang out.
Pop.
Pop-pop.
Pop.
“King!” I ran, heels clacking against the pavement, heart jumping out of my chest. He stumbled, dropped the phone, and I watched him hit the ground. I dropped beside him before I could even think, my knees hitting the concrete hard. “Baby! Look at me!” My hands pressed over his chest as warm blood slid through my fingers quickly.
He tried to talk, lips parting, eyes blinking slowly. “Get… go…”
