Page 17 of My Brother's Keeper
“Fuck your hair. You can have one of those Florida Evens hairdos and a nigga would still want you.”
I burst into laughter. “Leave me alone.”
“I can’t and I won’t.”
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer toward him. Our bodies rubbing together sent fire through me. I raised my arms from the water and wrapped them around his neck. We floated together as our eyes stayed locked in. I was waiting for him to kiss me, and I’m sure he was waiting for me, and just like one of those romantic movies, our heads went forward at the same time, and we kissed.
My body was on fire. The kiss was slow, wet, and filled with lust. I could feel his hands ease toward my ass as he gripped my ass cheeks, lifting me. “Are you scared? Sex on the first night?”
I was a confident girl. I knew I had morals. I knew I wasn’t a hoe. The decision I chose to make with my body was mine, and I wasn’t going to feel shamed for what my body wanted. “No, no, I’m not.”
Mison lifted me slightly higher and then slid me down slowly. Simultaneously, we both let out sharp breaths, “Oooo.”
My head dropped back, and his teeth sank into my chin, pulling my head forward.Foreheads touching.
Mison moved my body to the light waves in the lake. There were no words shared, just panting and moaning. The shit felt so good that my hips began to grind with his motions. Our gaze was intense; so intense that a light shone on our faces, breaking our connection.
“You two are trespassing!” the officer said. “Come out of there now!”
Mison and I looked at each other and laughed. I didn’t know if we would ever do the lake again, but I did know Mison Keyton had won me over.
I waited outside of Layoni’s for Kareem. I had been up all night following Mison. When I realized he was on a date, I felt bad for even being around. When I realized the nigga had decided to detour to the nearby lake, I refused to be creeping in the woods to watch them fuck. I called the police. Mison being on a date instead of figuring out how he was going to get Kareem off his back had me confused.
A nigga kidnapped you, held you at gunpoint, and you around here going on fucking dates? It was beyond me. As I waited for Kareem to show up, I scrolled through Orange-O-gram until I came across Harvey’s page. Her pretty blonde hair and full lips stood out. Since going to her house, I had become fixated on her. I imagined what her pussy tasted like, how it would feel to hold her in my arms, then I thought about Foe.Fine ass.I don’t know why we couldn’t just be one big happy couple. However, the way that nigga showed up at the studio. I knew getting to Harvey would be biting through nails.
A tap on my car window made me jump. When I saw one of the Zoo Boyz standing there, I got scared. “Aren’t you supposed to be shaking your ass in the club? Why are you scoping out my business like the fucking cops?”
“I’m waiting on someone, and this is a public street. I can park here.”
“Park somewhere else. Get yo ass from over here,” he gritted as he began to walk away.
I quickly hopped out of the car and followed behind him. “Wait!” I yelled.
He spun in my direction, and his two long braids followed him. “What?!”
My head flew back, “Kareem works here, right?” I asked.
His face changed from anger to confusion. “Yeah, why?”
I glanced over his shoulder then back at him, “I’m looking for him. Do you know what time his shift starts?”
He ran his hand down his face. “Yeah, and that nigga better tread lightly because I’m on his ass.”
I didn’t want to snitch on Kareem, but I did want to help him. “Don’t fire him. He needs this job. He may seem bitter, angry, and off, but he needs someone to believe in him. He needs to know somebody has his back.”
He laughed. “So, what you want me to be the nigga’s bff? Nah, wrong nigga mama.”
“Please! He wants Dio, whoever that is, dead. He wants Mison dead. I’m trying to help.”
His head flew back, and he slowly nodded. “Bet.”
He said nothing more as he made his way into the building. I didn’t know if I did the right thing or not, but a bitch was trying and prayed like fuck this shit didn’t backfire on me. The only other thing I could think of was Mison and his friend, who did music. He needed to make that shit happen or the days in the Cove would forever be dark.
MALI
Circle, circle, slurp. Circle, circle, slurp.
My tongue lapped around her clit slowly. I wanted Symphony to feel everything I was putting out, even this tongue-lashing. Her legs opened wider as my lips wrapped around her clit. I sucked and hummed on her as she grinded all in my face. She was feeding me the pussy. To have it for breakfast was perfect.
