EIGHT | BLAINE
“What you got a taste for, B?” Kyrie licked his lips and my clit jumped.
I squeezed my thighs together and re-adjusted my body in the booth as I hid behind the IHOP menu.
The sexy bedroom eyes Kyrie was giving me brought back memories of how he devoured me in the backseat of his Suburban not even thirty minutes before.
Being around Kyrie was enough to keep my pussy on standby, wet and waiting for him.
He had me wide open and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I couldn’t.
If I wasn’t working then I was riding shotgun with Kyrie while he made picked up money from the barbershops he and Jamar owned.
Unlike with Tremaine, Kyrie would take me home if he had to do something dealing with dope.
He wouldn’t even let me ride when he picked up weed and even though it got on my nerves a little, I couldn’t help, but respect him even more for it.
Our nights were spent either at a hotel or his house if he was picking me up from the club.
One night with Kyrie quickly turned into two and before I knew it, I was stopping by my house to shower and hop into my uniform before Kyrie dropped me off. I hadn’t driven my car in weeks.
“Hm, I don’t know what I want.” I pushed out as my eyes ran up and down the menu again.
After finally deciding on my usual Breakfast Sampler Combo, I handed the thirsty waitress my menu not caring that she was obviously flirting with Kyrie.
“You are so funny, Kyrie,” She laughed throwing her head back and poking her small booty out in an effort to catch his eye. “I’ma bring you a pitcher of sweet tea, I got you.” She winked.
“You want me to leave so you and ol’ girl can eat in peace?” I nodded at the waitress who was still within earshot.
Kyrie laughed as he glanced over my shoulder where she was standing a few feet away from our booth. I turned around and locked eyes with her until she kept moving to take our order to the kitchen.
“You wild, B.” Kyrie laughed.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
“You mad for real?”
“Why would I be mad? You still got my pussy on your lips.”
“You feel me?” He licked his lips as he leaned across the table. “You was holding my face when you was cumming and shit. Yo shit all in my beard. How you tripping off some words a bitch speaking?”
“I’m not tripping.” I shrugged. “Just keep yo lil fan club on a leash and we cool.”
“If I got a fan club then you the president baby.” He grinned.
“Stupid ass!” I snatched my hand away from him just as my phone notified me I had an incoming text message.
SISSY: WE NEED TO TALK!! ASAP!
Seeing Fallen’s text message made my stomach drop instantly, Fallen wasn’t the type to ask for help unless the sky was falling.
I hope she hadn’t been in my room snooping around and found my ammo.
She talked a good game about being cool about me having my gun in the house, but I knew it was all talk.
“Come here, cry baby.” Kyrie said playfully and moved from his side of the booth to mine.
“Nah, don’t come over here now, nigga.” I pushed away from him.
“Man, get yo sensitive ass over here.”
I laughed uncontrollably when he started tickling me as he held my body against him. “Stop!”
“Stop? Oh, shit you don’t ever say that shit when I’m in it.” He stopped ticking me and slipped his hand up my shirt groping my left breast like we weren’t in a restaurant with a couple dozen people around us. I opened my mouth to speak, but he silenced me with a kiss, I couldn’t turn down.
“It’s my sister, hold up.” I pushed him away when my phone vibrated on the table flashing “Sissy” on the screen.
“Hey Fallen, you good?”
“I’m good, but I’m kind of confused. I need you to come explain some shit to me.” She said matter-of-factly.
“Look, if it’s about the gun then I’m sorry, I know how you feel about the shit, but you told me it was okay to have it in the house.”
“This conversation has nothing to do with your gun?—”
“Mommy and daddy okay?” I cut her off.
“They’re fine. This is about you and Kourtney, I got off work and she was waiting by the door for you.” She told me.
I rolled my eyes to the sky hearing her words. I didn’t have anything left to say to KoKo and I damn sure didn’t want to hear a thing she had to say.
“Fallen, stay out of that shit.”
“Oh, I plan to, but it’s kind of hard to do that when I come home and yo bestie sitting outside the door looking like lost Annie or somebody.” She huffed.
“That bitch was outside the house?”
I know KoKo used to be a man, but damn that bitch had a pair of the biggest balls. She knew exactly why I wasn’t fucking with her and now she was pulling pop ups just to get sympathy from Fallen.
“Yea, she was. And she told me some shit that got me side eyeing the hell out you right now. I know that she can’t be true.”
“Fallen, I’ma talk to you when I get home.” I replied.
“Really Blaine? You too dick drunk to talk to me? I need to talk to you.” My sister hissed.
“But you don’t want to talk about nothing.”
“You don’t know what I’m trying to talk to you about.”
“I don’t want to talk about Kourtney or nothing she had to say.” I smacked my lips. “I love you Fallen, but you pushing it.” I hung up the phone and pushed it against the table in front of me.
“What’s up? You good?”
“Hm, what this hoe do to deserve a late-night meal?” An unfamiliar voice interrupted our conversation.
I moved my head around Kyrie to see the group of hoes standing beside our booth.
The hood rat trio was led by Kyrie’s ex, Quasia and instantly I was in my feelings.
Not that I was jealous or self-conscious, but her talking her shit about her and Kyrie online was completely different than her showing her face in person.
And what a pretty face it was, I could tell she was pretty through her pictures online, but they didn’t do her justice.
Her thick curly hair was held back by a thin black headband giving me a perfect view of her round pie face.
She was pretty with a curvy shape that spilled from the gray t-shirt dress that was painted on her.
My eyes moved from her to her sidekicks quickly before I turned back to Kyrie who was completely focused on her.
“Yo’ you need something?”
“Oh, so you trying to be funny?” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
“Nah, I’m minding my fucking business, you need to do the same.” He draped an arm over my shoulder.
“Qua, fuck this nigga, he’ll be hounding you in no time, he always does.” One of the other hoes spoke up adding a deep eye roll as she locked eyes with me.
“Excuse me.” The waitress attempted to walk past the group of women with our food in her hands. As the waitress placed our food in front of us I noticed the group of women continued standing beside our booth.
“Look, I don’t know what y’all got going on, but I’m trying to eat and I ain’t feeling y’all standing over me while I do it.” I spoke up.
“You think you safe sitting on the other side of this nigga? That nigga ain’t gon’ save yo ass?—”
“You got me fucked up, you already know how I get down.” Kyrie moved out the booth quickly forcing Quasia and her trio of hoes to step back.
“Whatever nigga, don’t get in yo feelings I was just coming over to speak.” Quasia backed down.
“I know half these muthafuckas in here, but you the only one in my fucking face. You in yo feelings about some shit, guess what? I don’t give a fuck. Keep putting on for these hoes all you want stop playing with me.”
When Kyrie was on the phone handling “business” he rarely spoke in front of me, but I’d overheard him a few times and he used the same tone, he was using now.
When he spoke to me he was completely different, I’d seen his emotions range from frustration to anger before, but this was different.
I appreciated him attempting to correct the situation, but I hated that she was able to get a response out of him at all.
I looked on as Quasia stared at Kyrie for a second before she nodded, turned and walked away without saying anything else.
“So, that’s her, huh?” I broke the silence once he sat down beside me.
“I ain’t trying to talk about that shit, fuck her.” He picked up his knife and cut into his steak. I wanted to know more about their relationship, but if he wasn’t offering information, I damn sure wasn’t asking for it.
“You need to go home?” Kyrie glanced over his shoulder as he drove out of the parking lot once we finished eating.
I sighed as I looked out the window while I thought about it for a second. I didn’t want to go home and go back and forth with Fallen about why I wasn’t fucking with Kourtney silly ass no more.
“Nah, I got some clothes at your house and I can wash my uniform when I get there.”
“You getting comfortable spending nights at the crib.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“I mean, I can go home, I ain’t got to spend the night with you.” I folded my arms as we locked eyes.
“Says who?”
“Says me.” I grinned as I leaned across the console and kissed his neck. Kyrie didn’t wear cologne every day, but when he did I made it my mission to be as close to him as possible.
“You gon’ make me pull this mothafucka over, girl.”
“You can wait until we get to your house.” I kissed his ear lightly grazing it with my teeth. My hands slipped in his lap and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans when we stopped at a light.
“What are you doing?” I looked around seeing him turning away from the highway. “I told yo ass to stop playing, take yo pants off and climb in the backseat.”
“For real?” My mouth dropped open when he pulled into an abandoned parking lot and put the truck in park.
“Bring yo ass.” He smirked as he got out the driver’s seat and climbed in the back.
Kyrie made it hard to stay away from him, even with the Quasia shit still hanging in the air, I wanted to fall asleep beside him letting his soft snores put me to sleep. But not before I climbed in the back and sat on his dick while he gripped my neck and got lost in my insides.
The Next Day...
“Damn, I’m glad I’m not dead or dying.” Fallen said as soon as I opened the door to our apartment.
“Hey to you too.” I closed the door and walked towards my room ignoring the sound of her footsteps behind me.
“I thought after I talked to you last night you would have at least called me back to finish the conversation.”
“I was with Kyrie and I’m not talking to him about this shit. KoKo is?—”
“Heartbroken?” she folded her arms as she slid in front of me.
“Who gives a fuck about her being heartbroken? She fucked up, not me and I’m not about to coddle no grown ass woman especially when she doing fuck shit. She ain’t even
know Kyrie and she was telling him all kinds of personal shit not giving a fuck how it was gon’ affect me. He could have been a forty-year-old serial killer?—”
“But what about Kyrie? He played a part in this shit too. I’m not judging him cause KoKo is all woman now, but it doesn’t bother you that he was talking to her, back then?”
“What?” I frowned. “What the hell did Kourtney tell you?”
“She just said she met Kyrie back in the day and wanted to move here for him. Now, you’re dating him?—”
“SHE USED ME! She stole pictures and all sort of details about my life, about our life and made it seem like it was me. He thought he knew me because it was her, basically stalking me, pretending to be me. I can’t let that shit slid, that’s fucked up.” I shook my head.
“Are you serious? She didn’t tell me that.” Fallen sat on my bed.
“Of course, not because then she would be guilty of something. She foul as fuck for that and Kyrie still don’t even know that it was her.
I hear about people getting killed over shit like this all the time and as bad as I want to hate her, I can’t.
Plus, I read all those messages and he was really in love with who he thought was me.
He was only fifteen, but he was all in.” I leaned back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
“I guess I shouldn’t have just assumed you were doing her dirty.”
I closed my eyes and laughed, “The only reason I’m going to accept that half ass apology is because I’m tired.”
“You wouldn’t be tired if you weren’t up doing nasty shit to Kyrie.”
“And would still be doing it if he didn’t have to go.” I stuck out my tongue.
“How’s Jamar?” She asked quietly.
I moved the pillow between us as I eyed her, “You serious?”
“I’m just asking because I know he has a new baby and?—”
“And you miss him?” Me laughing made a smile tug at her lips, but she rolled her eyes and pushed away from me to hide it.
“I just wanted to make sure he was good, having a new baby can be tough or so I’ve been told.” She said softly.
“I know you’re scared, but I’m sure if you call him, he’ll talk to you.”
“But I don’t want to talk to him.” She lied.
“Then why you asking about him?”
“Never mind, don’t worry about it.” She blew me off as she moved off the bed. “Fallen, stop acting crazy. It’s okay to like him, he’s cool?—”
“He’s a liar.” She blew me off.
“You act like you ain’t never told a lie here and there. Get out of here with that shit, just admit he scares you cause you like him. I can’t tell you how to feel, but I know you like him.” I told her.
“I haven’t been attracted to a man since high school, but being around Jamar...” Her voice trailed off as she held the back of her neck for a second. “It’s just, something I can’t explain about him.”
“What’s wrong with liking a boy? So, what you like women too.” I shrugged. “You a grown ass woman, do whatever you want.”
“It’s deeper than that, Blaine. He has a whole baby with somebody else, how am I going to compete with that?”
I’d known Fallen my whole life and she never let me see when she was scared. She was always my protector, always willing to put herself on the line for me. She had always been fearless in front of me so seeing her like this was weird to me.
“It’s not a competition, everything doesn’t have to be one way or the other. If you like him then take yo time to get to know him and see where things go. Ain’t that what you was telling me about Kyrie? I mean before you thought he was fucking Kourtney or something.” I smirked.
“I really was thinking you and KoKo fell out over some dick.” She giggled. “Maybe she fell out with me over Kyrie, but that ain’t how I feel.”