31. Real
I had barely been holding on to my shit before I saw her. Now, standing in front of her, I realized her name wasn't the only thing shorty had kept from me. Fifteen months of fucking her, and I had seen her natural a handful of times. She hated it. But here she was, pretty little brown freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, a lopsided bonnet covering most of her hair, some scandalous little shorts... and she was loving it. I'd walked in on her laughing hard as fuck, braiding hair like one of the girls next door that I'd grown up around. The real her was on display for these people and it made me feel a way I didn't like. Yeah, I knew they were her family, but still. I felt the fury that had been boiling just below the surface escalate.
"Umm, excuse me? You fine as hell, but Ev don't do boyfriends," an older woman said, looking at me suspiciously, as she tossed blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Right, Aunt Cynt. At all," the pregnant woman I realized must be Emory, spoke.
Prime made his way to her, grabbing her hand.
"Chill, baby girl," he told her softly. "He good."
Emory scoffed. I smiled at the women.
"I'on know about Everly's —," I emphasized that name again, "—past, but trust me, she does do boyfriends."
I stopped myself from adding, She does them very well . Instead, I walked toward where she stood, staring at me speechlessly. A few steps away, I paused as she held her hand out to stop me.
"You are not my boyfriend. What are you doing here, Real?" she demanded.
Ignoring her words, I got right in her face before gripping the back of her neck and pressing my lips against her forehead and then against that full little pout that I'd missed. I wanted to shake the fuck out of her treacherous ass, but I wanted to kiss her deeply, too.
"I know we had a fight, baby, but you still mad?" I asked, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
The Academy should have my Oscar ready, all this damn acting. She frowned at me. "Real?—"
I leaned closer to her ear.
"Unless you want your grandmother to find out what kinda relationships you really been having, I suggest you shut the fuck up," I whispered before pulling back and giving her another smile, masking my anger.
Her eyes spit fire at me, but her lips stayed shut.
"See? Y'all quit saying stuff like that. Obviously, she was just waiting for the right one, huh, Love? I'm so happy for you!" her grandmother said, beaming.
"He shol' look like the right one," herAunt Cynt murmured.
"Ma, please!" one of the other women groaned.
"What? You and your sister want me to be blind so bad!" Cynt snapped back. "He looking like a tall, cold glass of chocolate milk on this hot ass day."
"What, like he'll spoil on your stomach?" Emory asked dryly.
Shorty was not feeling me at all. But I wasn't here for her.
"We need to talk."
Ev's eyes narrowed on my face after my announcement. She cleared her throat and came up with some kind of fake ass, half-hearted smile.
"I'll walk you to your car so we can?—"
"I'm not leaving right now," I cut her off. "There needs to be some explanation."
She sighed. "I know you came a long way, but I'm about to be really busy?—"
"Love! Don't be rude. And don't be stubborn, either. Let him apologize. Listen to what he has to say," her grandmother encouraged.
"Yeah, Love , that's all I ask," I said, deciding I preferred her middle name like her grandmother obviously did.
It was what I'd called her most, anyway.
"He definitely has things to say," another woman with locs and an assortment of piercings added, her gaze colliding with mine.
"Take him to the room you slept in. I bet not hear you being fast in my house, either," her grandmother instructed.
"Granny!" All of them exclaimed.
"Lead the way, Love," I taunted.
She clenched her jaw but didn't say a word as she turned and headed for the stairs. I looked at Targen, but his attention was stuck elsewhere, surprising the hell out of me.
"Just holler if you need me or my baby, Poppy," her aunt said. "FYI, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Boyfriend, all my girls are named after flowers. Hyacinth, Calanthe, and Poppy. Poppy's my Glock and she and I will definitely pop it off," she warned.
I heard the other women agreeing as Ev... Love muttered, "Oh, my God," and kept climbing. Shit was funny to me.
I forgot humor as I focused on the sight in front of me. Her plump ass bounced with her quick steps, barely held in by those little ass shorts. I wanted to burn them bitches even as I appreciated the view of her thick legs. She turned left at the landing, and I followed her into a large, bright room with big windows that let in the sun, filled with solid oak furniture, including an unmade queen bed. I looked at her. Her bed was always made. I really didn't know this girl and that pissed me off again.
"Montréal, I'm really not sure why?—"
I didn't want to hear that shit. I closed the door then grabbed her, turning around, and walking her until her back was against the wall. She shrieked in protest, but I didn't care. I circled my hand around her neck and squeezed lightly.
"You working for somebody?" I asked.
She frowned. "What?—"
"I wondered about some things—the CIA-level fake name and background; the way that house in the Heights and the BMW were wiped; the way you disappeared without a fucking trace. Prime took credit for all that. But how do I know you didn’t use his work to cover up while you were on some other sneaky shit?” I tightened my grip. "You working with Aaqil? I know there’s more than what Prime believes. He must be whipped, but I’on believe that shit. Guess yo' pussy ain't as powerful as yo' sister's," I spat.
"And yet, here you are," she hissed right back.
Rage surged through me, and I let go of her neck before I fucked around and snapped it. I was here for answers, to find out if her ass was on some snake shit. Her pussy was the last thing on my mind. I was about to tell her that shit, leaned forward to make sure she understood it?—
Then, somehow, I was kissing her. Hard. And she was opening up to me, her lips and tongue tangling with mine like she was hungry for me. It surprised me, but I definitely took advantage. I explored her mouth like I had never tasted it before, relearning how sweet she was. Her arm crept around my neck as she raised on her tiptoes, pressing those pillowy lips against mine. The kiss stretched on, hot and wet and almost desperate. My dick was rock hard, pushing against the softness of her stomach. I wanted to get inside her, was ready to slide between those gushy velvet walls. She pushed off me suddenly, breaking the kiss. Her full breasts moved up and down quickly, mirroring the pulse point throbbing in her neck. I bet that sweet pussy was throbbing just like that, soaking wet and ready to be spread.
"Real, we have to stop?—"
I whirled her around, not wanting to listen. Pushing her face-first against the wall, I looked down at those little purple shorts again. She struggled against the hand I had on her back, holding her in place. I ignored her, my other hand going to her waistband.
"Montréal!"
"Shut up," I growled, yanking that little scrap down along with her panties. "Shouldn't have been wearing that shit in front of nobody anyway."
She glared over her shoulder,
"You don't tell me?—"
I let her go just long enough to pull her soft body into mine and bend her forward. She twisted and squirmed, but she was doing more rubbing against my dick than anything. My fingers sank into her thick hip, and I held her in place as I pulled on my joggers and underwear. My dick was so hard that it was hurting as I freed it. It spilled out, slapping against her juicy ass. I lined up, so ready to feel her that I doubted the shit would last longer than two minutes. Love moaned, grinding against me before she tried to protest one last time.
"My granny said she didn't want to hear?—"
"Then you better be fucking quiet," I warned before sinking into her with one long, hard stroke.
So damn tight and wet . I closed my eyes as her hard-headed ass screamed my name. Using my free hand, I pulled that damn bonnet off. A shock of tight, sandy brown spiral curls fell out and I realized I was seeing her natural hair for the first time. Another thing hidden from me . Shit pissed me off and I gripped the soft coils as I slammed into her. She grabbed the wall as she tried to muffle her moans and cries behind sealed lips. I fucked her mercilessly as all my anger and frustration about her secrets and disappearance spilled out. She took it, her inner and outer lips dragging along my dick, reluctant to let go, leading me back between her taut, velvety walls. Leaning over her back, I let go of her hip, sliding my hand under her cami and bra to grip one of her ripe breasts. My palm massaged her nipple before I squeezed hard.
“Fuck, Reallllll,” she whined, trying to stay quiet.
“What? What you calling my name for?” I demanded. “Don’t be saying my shit unless you telling me something I wanna hear. Why all the lies, Love?”
Interrogating her while buried balls deep inside her was hard as fuck. Shorty felt too good, the nirvana between her legs fucking up my brain as it welcomed my dick.
“Y-you said Prime told you.”
“I don’t believe that’s the whole story. You lying,” I accused.
I released her hair, sliding my hand to the back of her knee and lifting it, giving me greater access to stroke her gushy channel. She wailed my name.
“Shh, Love. You want your granny to know you being hard-headed? That her precious ‘Love’ is on her top floor so full of dick she can’t stop screaming?”
Her pussy tightened around me, little freak. I stood and her head fell back against my shoulder, her whole body starting to shake.
“Real—”
“I’ma make you give up all your secrets,” I whispered.
“I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.
“If I let you.”
“Pl—”
She stopped at the sharp little knock on the door. Her eyes flew open.
“Ev, you okay?” Emory asked.
She tried to squirm away, but I held her, enjoying the feel of her pussy fluttering around me, her orgasm coming even as she was horrified that her sister was at the door.
“Montréal , please! You have to stop,” she hissed.
“Nah. Tell her you good.”
“Real—”
I picked up my pace. She bit back a moan.
“Tell her you good, Love.”
She sucked in a few breaths before calling, “I’m g-good, Em.”
“You satisfied?” I heard Prime ask.
“No, I’m not,” Emory snapped. “Ev, you sure? You know what? I’m about to come in.”
She and Prime fell into a whispered argument as Love looked over her shoulder at me, eyes wide.
“Real, please,” she moaned, even as her knees started to buckle.
“Convince her,” I taunted. “Convince her unless you want your sister to walk in and see you getting this tight little pussy fucked.”
“For real, Emory. I’m f—” her last word was lost in a soft scream as I thrust into her deep, holding myself there as I hungrily sucked on her neck.
She creamed on my dick as Prime led a suddenly quiet Emory away. I pulled out and swept her up, carrying her to the bed and dropping her before I climbed on top.
“I can’t believe you just did that. I hate you,” she lied as she spread her thighs for me.
I sank back inside her as I captured her lips again. I moved more slowly, stirring deep, sipping lazily on her moans and sighs. Her hips circled beneath me even as her eyes filled. She hated when I made love to her because she loved it so much.
“Why do you do this, Real?”
“Why you only want it if I’m destroying yo’ pussy?” I shot back.
A tear slid from the corner of each eye. I kissed those, too.
“This is not what we do,” she argued.
“New rule: we do whatever the fuck I say.”
Glaring at me, she exhaled loudly. "I wasn't on some mission to spy on you. There is no reason for you to be here. Did you forget the part where I said this is over? I meant it. Seriously, we are done!"
I smirked at her. "You'd be more convincing if you weren't about to cum on my dick again. And shit is done when I say it is. Look! Another rule."
She swallowed a sigh and buried her face in my shoulder. I fucked her unhurriedly, until she was thrashing beneath me, the repeated tightening of her silky walls pulling me toward my own nut.
“I’m not lying, Real,” she insisted as her body convulsed around mine, greedily milking my dick.
“You better not be,” I mumbled as I spilled into her. “We’ll see.”
I lay there for a few minutes, letting my lips explore her face and upper body, until she sighed again and pushed against me.
"Get up. That's the second time we were careless, Montréal. Now, I gotta see if Mr. Drake carries Plan Bs at the pharmacy and my business gon' be all over town. He already got little slick comments about birth control."
"Y'all got one pharmacy? Ay, yo..." I laughed at that as I withdrew from her and stood.
She sucked her teeth as she made a face and got out of the bed.
"There’s one at the big grocery store and we have two others, thank you. But PawPaw can't stand the family who owns the other independent one. Granny yet praying for him about holding that grudge," she announced, her accent thick as fuck.
"I never knew what niggas meant when they said someone sounded like cornbread, but I swear I get it. You country as hell, Love."
She flipped me off as she walked into the en suite. I waited for her to come out with towels as usual, but all I heard was the shower running. I walked in on her stripping out of her cami and bra. She tossed them on the gleaming vanity and looked at me defiantly.
"What?" she spat.
I held up both hands. "Whoa! I ain’t tryna fight with you, tiger. I'm just used to you?—"
"We are no longer involved, so you don't get that treatment," she snapped before stepping into the shower.
I stared for a moment before laughing at her little attitude. That's how she wanted to play it? I was good with that. I stripped out of my clothes, grabbed a small towel, and opened the door of the shower. She grilled me, her pretty eyes frosty as fuck.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"What does it look like, Love? You too smart to be asking questions like that."
"Look, Real. You pushing it. Seriously. You know I don't shower with?—"
"Don't recite all them rules to me again. I'on give a fuck about them," I said, caging her in against the shower wall.
She looked up at me angrily. "This is not South Texas. You don't get to come here and run shit."
I kissed her little pout before letting my lips trail up her jawline to her ear.
"I'on wanna run shit," I whispered. "I just wanna run you. That's gon' happen wherever we are."
I sucked on her earlobe before letting her push me away.
"Get off me," she snapped.
"What you gon' do? Call one of Prime's goons to save you? Nigga on my side," I teased.
"I don't care about Prime and his crew. All I need is my Aunt Cynt."
"She's cute."
She looked at me, eyebrow raised.
"Who? Aunt Cynt? You better take her seriously."
"Cuz she got a little Glock?"
My smile widened.
"Cuz she knows how to shoot, and her boyfriend installed a switch on that 'lil' Glock. You gon' fuck around and leave here looking like you ready to strain spaghetti," she threatened.
"Yeah, okay."
Tossing my towel on my shoulder, I grabbed hers and spun her around. Slowly, I started to wash the smooth skin of her back. She sighed but didn't fight me.
"I mean, you gon' believe I'm on some CIA shit and kill me or you gon' keep washing me like that and scrub me to death?" her salty ass asked.
"Does it matter? You worm food in either one of them scenarios."
"Real!"
“Did I lie?”
She looked over her shoulder at me. “Actually, you did at some point. You want me to believe the real estate thing, but you show up here with three guys who look ready to burn everything and everybody to the ground. And you were vague about what Aaqil is so envious of. So, yeah, you lying, but you wanna act like I’m the one on some spy shit. Boy, gon’.”
She scoffed and I had to hide my smile. Yeah, she was right. Her little worrisome ass was too smart for her own good and this version of her with the attitude and the fly mouth was sexy as fuck. Spy shit or not, something was up with Everly Love Miller, and I was just the nigga to find out what it was.