Page 48 of Just Listen
“Well, let’s go lay down. Let me relieve some of that…pressure.”
She tittered. “You so nasty.”
“And you love it,” I rebutted, while guiding her upstairs.
Ten minutes later, we were both in the middle of our king-sized bed, butt naked, working up a sweat. Paisley had a mean arch in her back, as I was digging deep in that pussy from the back. While I gripped those hips…my mind began wandering, as it had a tendency to do, lately.
It was fucked up, because Paisley was the shit. The pussy was always wet and tight. Yet somehow, for some reason, I’d sometimes picture Big Baby, and then immediately explode in her, right after.
***
“I’ma just eat this slice of pizza, for now. Cause I’m definitely ‘bout to fall off in one of my spots and eat dinner tonight,” I casually announced, as I grabbed a seat at a table in the middle of the food court in the Galleria mall.
“This nigga, here,” PJ chuckled, as he sat down too. “Can’t stand toI eat no fast food.” He opened the Styrofoam container that held his Chinese food.
“So, you aint going to the club tonight?” Sev, my other partner, questioned, as he joined us at the table with his Chick-fil-A in tow. That nigga was approaching thirty and still clubbed every other day.
“Nah, nigga, I doubt it,” I told him, before taking a bite out of my pizza slice.
Sev shook his head, while opening the box to his chicken sandwich. “Ion understand you. Just dropped a bag in Saks and aint going nowhere, for real.”
“Nigga, the club aint shit. And further proving that point. Sounds like you just want a stage to show off your clothes.”
“He do,” PJ chuckled. “Cause he a hood baby. So, he acts like a nigga that never had shit. Which means that he got something to prove.”
Sev shrugged, clearly not bothered by that assessment. “Shit, don’t we all? Aint that what we do it for?”
“Nah,” I denied. “Just give me the money. Fuck the notoriety and everything else. Muthafuckas not knowing me is my biggest line of defense.”
PJ nodded. “I hear you, my boy…but I’ma stunt on these niggas. Fuck it.”
Sev smiled. “Ya feel me?”
I shook my head. “Aye, to each his own, nigga.”
Sev cut his eyes at me. “Say, on the cool, you one weird ass nigga. Straight up. Don’t be wanting to hit the clubs. Don’t be on social media. Are you even fucking human?”
PJ sucked his teeth. “Don’t let this nigga fool you. He definitely be on social media. He just don’t post.”
Sev smirked. “A lurker, huh?”
“The best way to be,” I established.
“Yeah, okay,” Sev mumbled, before biting into his sandwich. “But yeah, we got a section tonight, and everybody and their mama is gonna be in the building. It’s Lady Red’s birthday, and she’s kin to them Braxton’s. So, it’s going down tonight. It’s gonna be so many bad bitches there. Shit, I might fuck around and pull one of them Braxton girls.”
PJ chuckled. “Yeah fucking right. You aint got that much sauce, nigga.”
“Braxton girls?” I frowned. “I aint know that was a thing. I know about the Braxton boys.”
“Same difference.” PJ shrugged. “They’re all related.”
Sev shook his head. “See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. How the fuck this nigga don’t know about the Braxton girls? Them the baddest of the litter. I’m talking nothing but dimes.”
I chortled. “You know that your version of dimes aint mine, nigga.”
He sucked his teeth. “Nah, you just talking.” He grabbed his phone. “I’ma start with Lady Red’s page,” he grumbled, while scrolling through some shit. “Look.” He handed his phone to me. “That’s Lady Red. She’s badder than a muthafucka, but she aint even a Braxton girl, for real. So, her people are even finer than this.”
My brows furrowed, as I gazed at the profile. “I know her…well, Ion know her…but she was with Big Baby that night. I think they’re cousins, or some shit.”
