Page 143 of Own It

Moving her hand, I pinned her arms behind her back so she wouldn’t be able to do the shit again and pounded her shit mercilessly. Once she came, I went harder, making her lift her feet off the ground until I felt my peak was near and yanked out to cum on one of the paper napkins on the table.

Tarin panted, still bent over the table and watching me as I cleaned myself as best as I could before going to the bathroom to piss, wash my hands and toss the napkin. On my way out, I heard Tarin in her own bathroom within her bedroom, so I went to sit on the couch and gather my thoughts. I should’ve recorded us fucking and sent the shit to Kasia.

Tarin emerged from the back shortly after, silent and unlike her usually loud talking ass self.

After a while, I ventured back into the kitchen to see her making a plate for me.

“You good?” I asked her, hugging her from behind and kissing on her neck.

“That’s what I like. I don’t like that rough shit,” she vented.

“I thought you liked to switch shit up.”

“I do, but I like some intimacy too, Jojo. Especially with how you’ve been acting lately, some reassurance would be nice. You walking in and just fucking me without even a kiss or caress ain’t cool.”

“Gon’ head and pack that plate up. I’ll eat it later.” I removed myself from her and headed for the mouth of the kitchen.

“You’re leaving? All because I said something about how you’ve been doing me? I am so tired of you!”

“Makes two of us.” I pulled the door open to leave, and Tarin was right on my heels.

“Jojo needs new shoes!” she shouted.

Digging down into the pocket of my Amiri jeans, I pulled some cash out and threw it at her ass, littering the lawn, before hopping back in my whip and getting the fuck up out of there.

Between Kasia and Tarin, I couldn’t catch a fucking break. Maybe it was time to add something new into the rotation.

* * *

“Those are all ready to go.” Rakim bobbed his head in the direction of the boxes on the floor. “Fuck happened to yo’ face?” He pointed at the mark on my nose.

“Got into a lil squabble with some nigga Kasia been talking to. You should see him.”

“Look like he scratched you. Nigga must fight like a bitch,” Rakim stated, rendering laughter from the both of us. “So she finally moved on, huh?”

“Don’t say that shit like that.” I shot him a look, making him smirk slightly.

“I’m saying the shit how it is. If you that bothered by it, why the fuck you ain’t just do right by her, nigga?” He leaned against the counter, arms folded as he studied me.

“I tried, but Tarin is hard to shake.”

“Clearly. You knocked the bitch up twice while I can’t even understand how you did the shit even once.” Running his hand down his beard, he quizzed, “Why not just be with her ass and save yaself the fucking headache, Jojo? Juggling women is a full-time job, and niggas don’t understand that shit. Either you gon’ be on some player shit, hitting these hos and keeping it moving, or you gon’ be with one woman. But that in between shit is where the stressors comes from. You niggas don’t understand that.”

“I do get that.” I nodded, disagreeing with his assumption. “I don’t want Tarin to be my girl even a little bit. I love everything about Kasia and could be with just her, but she be walking around this bitch like a nigga is inadequate.” I huffed, pulling out some supplies because I needed to busy myself at the moment.

“Ever think maybe you are?”

Flipping around to stare Rakim in the face as if he were a wraith or some other shit I didn’t recognize, I asked, “You my brother or you that nigga Kasia is fucking’s brother?”

“Yours.” He kept fixed eye contact with me. “But if you finding it hard to stay from between Tarin’s legs, and let’s keep it real, other women too, then you are inadequate in regard to what Kasia is looking for. Tarin is easy because she love you more than she love herself, and you rich. That ain’t the case with Kasia.”

“Shit, it used to be.”

“Probably because she was young when you met her, but she growing the fuck up. Tarin is older and been that way, so shit ain’t changing.” Sighing, he continued. “All I’m saying, Jojo, is you thirty years old, and you gotta decide which fucking route you gon’ take. If you wanna fuck off, do that, but if you want something solid with Kasia, you better correct yaself before it’s too late. Seem like right now she still got some love for you, but the older and wiser she gets, if you still playing games, that love is gon’ dissipate.”

“Fuck,” I mumbled, already knowing the majority of the shit Rakim was saying. I’d noticed the difference in Kasia with every fucking trip around the sun. She wasn’t the same twenty-one-year-old girl who believed everything I told her. Now, every word out of my mouth was scrutinized, and as much as I loathed that shit, it was warranted. I’d lied to her more times than a little bit. “I’m gon’ murk her boyfriend first.”

“When?”