4. Scotty #2
My smile formed with my customer service warmness. “What’s up, Megan? What you got going on?”
Blake sat in her seat not too far from us with her ears on. Yeah, her nosy ass was tuned in. Yeah, she wants a nigga.
My attention circled back to Megan when she cleared her throat. “Um, I wanted to know if you could change the oil in my car. I keep smelling oil, so I think it needs to be changed.”
There was no way that she was serious right now. My time wasted was something that I couldn’t stand. “Megan, this is an auto body shop.”
Her forehead creases formed then deepened. Her hand went to her thin hip. “Okay, what does that mean? I know you know how to change oil.”
“What it means is that they don’t do fucking oil changes. If you want that shit, go to a damn shop that specializes in oil changes. You bitches is silly and desperate.” Blake’s voice was even with no amusement present.
The shock was real. Blake’s reaction was surprising because she came across as an overly cool female that allowed nothing to get to her. She was more in control than this. This was the first time that she stepped off her square.
Megan turned around to face Blake. Please don’t say shit! Yeah, that request was short lived. “I don’t think I was talking to you. It would serve you well to mind your fuckin’ business.”
When Blake stood up, my body moved to step between the ladies. I faced Blake because she was who mattered. My expression was stern.
“Aye, don’t do anything stupid in my shop. All air condition, no heat.” My voice held authority that she had better take heed to.
She knew exactly what the phrase meant. Nothing needed to happen that would draw the attention of police. She knew that just as much as I did.
Her eyes bore into mine. Anger rested in them, but I didn’t give a fuck. She had better pipe the fuck down.
Her eyes didn’t leave mine as she spoke to Megan. “Miss ma’am, I recommend that you take your vehicle to another facility, as I suggested prior. You don’t want this kind of smoke because fire is sure to come at a time that you least expect.”
Megan sucked her teeth. “You think I’m worried about some smoke? Bitch, I’m an extinguisher.”
Yeah, that’s not what we are going to do.
My body slowly turned to face Megan. The smirk that she wore on her face slowly settled into a worried expression as she took in mine.
“What the fuck you’re not going to do is disrespect her.
That will never be a choice for anyone. Like my baby said, take your vehicle to a shop that does oil changes.
If you come back in this shop again, it’s going to be a problem. ”
The bridge of her nose scrunched. “So now I can’t come into the shop? What if I need body work?”
Blake huffed behind me. In a mumble, she said, “This bitch can’t be serious.” She tittered quietly after her statement.
“Megan, this is not the only body shop in the city, by far. Like I said, don’t step your ass back in here. Is that understood?” I didn’t have time for this shit.
Her too long eyelashes fluttered. “Whatever,” she mumbled. “You’re not even that fine. I was just trying to see what the dick was like.”
Her statement made no sense, but I expected nothing less from a dummy.
She stood there for a second and looked between Blake and me.
I wasn’t sure what more she expected as she stood there like the idiot that she was.
A few more seconds passed before she turned on her heels and walked out of the lounge.
I turned back to face Blake, who now wore a smirk. “When did I become your baby? I don’t recall having that conversation or agreeing to be that.”
My nose turned up slightly before I nodded.
“You’re right. Let’s have the conversation.
I think I’ve played with you long enough.
I want to do this relationship thing with you, so that’s what we should do.
If that’s not what you want, I’ll let you sleep on it for two nights before we have a reconsideration conversation. ”
Her head drew back before she erupted with laughter. “A reconsideration conversation! In all my life, I have never experienced a man with your amount of arrogance. So you just decided that we’re going to be together?”
Her body stiffened when my arm wrapped around her waist, then pulled her into my chest. Her breath hitched as my face moved closer to hers. My lips went to her ear.
“Blakeney, tell me you don’t want to fuck with a nigga, and I’ll leave you alone right now. I’ll move on to someone who understands the presence of a real man.” I kissed her earlobe. “Tell me that shit.”
My face pulled back so I could stare at her beautiful brown eyes. There was a softness that I had never seen before. As hard as she was, I knew not only did she need it, but she wanted an opportunity to be soft. Her resolve slowly chipped away.
When she didn’t say anything, I took my chance and kissed her lips. As our kiss deepened, my hand moved to her ass. Soft, just like I thought. We didn’t pull back from our kiss until someone behind us said damn.
It dawned on me that I had no idea why she popped up here. My head tilted slightly. “Bae, why are you here?”
Her stare was blank before she tittered. “Um, I came to take you to dinner. You always take me, so I wanted to take you this time.”
My arm released her, and I stepped back. “You want to take a nigga to dinner?” My eyes sized her up. My smile surfaced after she nodded. “Well, take a nigga to dinner then.”
A Very Short Time Later
Give Me Chaos, I Give You Death . . .
“It’s always you females that think you’re hard that be folding when dick is in you. Why you down there whimpering, Blake?” I tauntingly asked her as I stroked her middle.
Her ass was hanging off the bed with my dick deep in her pussy. This was not the position that we started in, but somehow, her body slid to the edge of my bed. It looked uncomfortable as hell.
“Sco-Scotty, baby, let me up. Fuck, right there!” She moaned between her words. “Please, baby.”
My hand smacked her ass. “Nah, I told your ass to stop running from the dick. You’re hardheaded in the streets and the fuck room.
Since you put yourself in that position, take this dick in that position.
” I smacked her ass again after she whined about a headache.
“I got headache medicine in the bathroom. Give me another nut, Blake, and shut the fuck up.”
Ever since the night we agreed to this relationship thing, I’d been in her guts daily. We went and got tested together a few days after the first time we had sex. Once that bill of health came back clean, and Blake said something about birth control, it was meat to meat.
I wasn’t sure if she said she was on birth control or not.
To be honest, I didn’t give a damn. Either way, that shamelessly wouldn’t have stopped me from putting these nut snakes in her.
At thirty-four, I was ready to settle the hell down and have kids anyway.
The way I saw it, Blake would be in my life as my woman or my baby mama.
It all depended on how she moved. Yeah, toxic as fuck without a care in the world about it.
Her pussy tightened around my dick, her body shook, and my dick became drenched with her nut. That was what the fuck I was talking about. “Yeah, just like that, Blake.”
I pulled out of her, then quickly lowered my body to cover her pussy with my mouth. I hated wasting nutrients, especially when it tasted amazing.
“Scotty, oh God!” Her hand gripped the back of my head. “Fuck!”
She wet my face up. I loved that shit. In one swift motion, I lifted my body, grabbed her ankles, pulled her back on the bed, then slid back inside of her.
I was blessed with stamina that caused some bitches to not fuck with me after a while.
It wasn’t something to necessarily brag about. It just was what it was.
Let me let her live tonight. It was time for me to let loose and get my nut. I did that move that she already knew too well. It was an angle that I found to get to a corner of her pussy that I called the cum corner. Blake knew when I hit that corner, it was almost over for me.
My lips slammed into hers as I stroked her.
My hand gripped her breast. “Fuck!” I mumbled against her mouth.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her pussy placed my dick into a pussy hold.
That was all it took for my nut snakes to slither their way into her.
The pussy nut corner combined with her legs wrapped around my waist was my weakness. She knew that.
My face buried into her neck. “Your viper ass pussy.” I smacked her ass. “Come on so we can eat and get to bed.”
The change in Blake’s attitude was almost automatic once we decided to be together. The softness had always been in her. She just needed a reason to let it out. She needed to feel safe.
The only time she allowed others to see a snippet of her softness was when she interacted with children.
We talked about her love for children before we became a couple.
I knew that she wanted some. Something happened in her past that she was not willing to talk about yet.
Eventually, she would, and I would be there for anything that she needed to help her in the healing process.
Wee Hours of the Morning . . .
The ringer on Blakeney’s phone was loud as fuck, and her ass was a hard sleeper. When my eyes landed on my bedside clock, my brow rose. Who the fuck is calling my woman at three in the morning?
My hand cupped her breast as I slept. It was like my blankie. I kissed her neck. “Baby, get your phone.”
She shifted in her sleep before she let out a subtle moan. Her hand reached for her phone on the nightstand, which had stopped ringing at this point. As soon as it was in her hand, it started to ring again. Whoever wanted to reach her was persistent. “Hello,” she answered with a groggy tone.
There was silence for a moment before she shot up in bed. “Travis, what’s wrong? Where are you?” The urgency in her voice prompted me to sit up. Who the fuck is Travis?