Page 9 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“But I won’t let you.” He walks towards my door and I grab my keys out of the bowl on my table and unlock my door. When he walks out into my garage, I rush to the bathroom to check and make sure I still look okay. He’s standing back in the living room, jacket on, and looking ready when I walk out. I journey to my kitchen and grab the food container. He meets me in the kitchen and crowds my space. I don’t even object, not at all. “Thank you for everything,” he said says sincerely.
“I should be thanking you.”
“Let’s call it even. Well, almost. I owe you a cheese steak.” He holds his cell out. “Put your number in here so I can invite you to dinner.” Without speaking, I take the phone and add my contact. When I hand him the phone back, he looks at the contact and smiles. “If it’s fake, I know where you live.”
“It’s real.”
“Good.” He leans in close to my face and my heart starts beating fast as hell. He looks like a good kisser and a great lover. So, in anticipation of a slow deep kiss, I close my eyes. However, his lips don’t land on mine. They land on my forehead.
A sweet forehead kiss. Are you fucking kidding me?
My eyes fly open to only see a smug ass look on his handsome face.
“My ride is here. I’ll call you,” he says cooly.
“You do that.”
I grab the food, hand it to him, then walk him to the door. I watch as he gets into the back of the black SUV then I close the door. When I close it, I scream in frustration.
“A fucking forehead kiss!”
Daymir
I have never wanted a woman more than I want Imani. In a matter of hours, she has me wanting to drive back to her house, pin her against the wall and kiss every inch of her banging ass body. It took straight dick control to keep my shit at bay every time she touched me. I finally know what right place, right time means because her and tonight was right as fuck. I just have to deal with my cousins.
It’s almost eleven and the dinner started at eight. There’s no need to go now, so I take my ass into the store, finally buy the cigars, then roll up in my ride. Luckily for the ain’t-shit clerk, he wasn’t inside. A female was behind the register. I would have slapped the shit out of ol’ boy if he would have been inside.
As soon as I’m in my Yukon, I roll a fat one and fire it up.The next to perfect ending of the night.A true perfect ending would be my face in between Imani’s legs. Everything in me knows she tastes good as hell. Since I can’t have my lips on her, I hit the blunt twice. Then, I hit Brick.
“Nigga, where the fuck you at?” he barks.
“Chill, nigga. I’m bout to head to the crib. Some shit went down and I got stabbed.”
“What? Where are you?” he asks, ready to roll.
It’s been like that since we were knee high. It was always the three of us growing up. Although they moved to Diamond Falls when they were ten and thirteen, they still spent their summers with our grand and grams in Philly. My momma never got her shit together so they raised me. We loved our grandparents but we would give grams hell each summer, three bad ass grandsons. Her one granddaughter, Vee Vee, Brick’s sister, never came for the summers.
When Brick and Dodge got locked for beating the shit out of a nigga that was beating Vee Vee’s ass, I made sure they were straight. I helped their mom, my Aunt Vivian when she needed. I even checked in on Vee Vee and I made sure that their books were full. So, when I got locked and needed a change when I got out, they were cool with me paroling here. We are family and we look out for each other. When grams died the second year of my bid, they made sure that everything was handled, especially since my aunt was too distraught to.
“I’m good now. I got stitched up and I’m heading to the crib.”
“Is it some shit we got to handle?”
“Nah. Some stupid, random nigga. He got lucky and caught me off guard.”
“Well rest up. I’ll get up with you tomorrow.”
“Let Dodge know so that nigga can stop calling.”
“Say less.”
“Bet.”
I end the call, hit the blunt again then ash it. Just when I’m about to press the button to start my Yukon XL, I decide to hit Imani instead. Her sexy ass has taken over my every thought.
“Hello?” she answers like she’s questioning the call.
“So, you just answer unknown numbers?” I ask, fucking with her.
