Chapter 4
I felt antsy, and I needed to get some fresh air, away from the house for a while. So, with my car keys already in my pocket, I approached my mama, as she was in the kitchen, gossiping with her sister, Raquel, who had stopped by, along with some of her kids and her husband.
“Mama, can I ride to the shopping strip down the street?”
Lifting her head, my mama looked me up down, suspiciously. “You wanna go to the shopping strip for what, Riah?”
I shrugged. “I wanna go see if TJ Max’s has some belly shirts.”
She rolled her eyes, which was to be expected.
Raven lowkey still dressed all of us, and rarely let us pick our own clothes.
Dressing us was sort of like her hobby, and she took joy in it.
Nobody really pushed back, because she had style and knew what fit us.
Still, periodically, we'd grab a few things without her, and would have to deal with her attitude.
She pursed her lips. “Yeah, right, lil’ girl. I know that just means that you wanna go outside for a bit, in ya lil’ car. So, go ‘head. Be back by midnight.”
I smiled. “Kay.”
With nothing else to be said, I twirled around, and headed out of the kitchen. By the time I was sauntering through the foyer, I could feel him behind me.
Never glancing back, I pulled the double doors open, and stepped outside. With daylight savings, the sun was already going down, while the temperature had dropped.
Chill bumps sprouted on my skin, as I approached my C300 Benz.
“Yo, hold up,” he commanded, as he stepped around me, and opened the driver’s door. “I let you slide with the front door. You know that you don’t fucking touch doors in my presence.”
Licking my lips, I bit back a grin. “Boy, whatever.”
He closed the gap between us, pressing his body against mine. “Nah, you heard what I fucking said.”
For a second, my eyes swept over him, taking everything in. From his beautiful face to his broad shoulders, sculptured biceps, down to his massive hands…that should’ve been registered.
“You are so bossy. You know that?” My eyes traveled up to his.
“Nah.” He shook his head, before brazenly gripping my chin, as if my parents couldn’t walk outside and see us. “I was just taught that you move a certain way with the one you love.”
Nervously, my eyes darted towards the house, as my heart skipped a beat. “Let’s get out of here.”
He lightly chuckled. “Pussy.”
“Whatever.” I pulled away from him, and dropped into my car. “Get in the car,” I urged, hoping that nobody walked outside.
Finally listening, he jogged around to the passenger’s side, and hopped in. Then I pushed start and pulled forward, going around the circular driveway to exit.
“You know Jahrae and JJ are gonna start looking for you,” I predicted.
“Nah, them niggas are caked up, right now.”
“True,” I agreed.
“Yea, but fuck allat,” Sin J chided. “The fuck is up with you and B?”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Yo, don’t fucking play with me. It was all in that nigga’s body language. You fucked ‘im?”
I sighed, while focusing on the road. “No.”
“What about kissing?”
I gulped.
He glared at me. “Yooo, you was out here wildin’, for real.”
“We were broken up, Sincere,” I reminded him.
“Fuck that!” He lashed. “I aint hearing that shit, shorty. We was never fucking broke up!”
I could literally feel the heat radiating from his body. “Calm down.”
“Na, aint no calming down,” he fumed, as he poked my temple. “Cause you playing when this shit aint a game. I should’ve beat that nigga unconscious.”
I cut my eyes at him. “You really tripping. Like really. I still can’t believe that you got in the ring and did what you did. Were you that mad at me?”
Nodding, he licked his lips. “I was heated. But the boxing ring wasn’t about my anger. I just know my way around that mufucka, and he hopped in thinking that I didn’t stand a chance. His post-up was weak…and I used to amateur box.”
I squinted my eyes, thinking that he had to be bullshitting, because I swore that I knew everything there was to know about him. “You boxed amateurly when?”
“Since I was like five.”
“Then why you never mentioned it?”
“Because.” He stared at me unblinkingly, while those grey eyes bore through me.
“Because what?” I pressed, as I pulled into a shopping center’s parking lot, and parked in a random spot.
“Because when I met you…boxing was put on hold.”
I frowned in confusion, as I turned in my seat to face him. “But why?”
“Because. I used to mainly box over the summer. My moms would drop me off at the gym. But once I met you…I had to be in Houston every summer. So, boxing became something I’d do only when I could. Plus, I focused on ball, which didn’t interfere with me leaving for the summer.”
“Well, you’re clearly good at it…and I don’t want to think that I stopped certain opportunities for you.”
“You didn’t,” he immediately clarified. “Clearly, the opportunities are still here for the taking. Terio and ya pops won’t stop talking about it. They were literally arguing about who should manage me.”
“So…you’re okay with being managed? I mean…do you want to take boxing seriously?”
“I’m open to it. You heard,” he admitted. “What chu think about it, though?”
I smiled. “I think that you’re great…but I can’t say that it’s something that I’d handpick for you.
Because…you could get hurt. Like…you don’t understand the anxiety I had, while you were in that ring.
And had things been different…and he would’ve knocked you out, then I would’ve had everybody confused, after I would’ve dove on Jules’ back.
Screaming, ‘Get off my man!’” I laughed at the thought.
“Yo, you funny.”
“It’s funny now, but I’m so serious.”
“So, you was gonna jump on ya boyfriend like that?”
“Boyfriend? Really, Sin?”
“Shit, that nigga was looking at you like he was in love or somethin’. I should’ve blacked his fucking eyes.” His nostrils flared.
I shook my head. “I don’t know how he was looking at me, because you had my head in the clouds.” I reached over and grabbed his hand. “And there was nothing special about me and him. He was just a distraction. I promise on everything I love.”
“Yea, a’ight. I’ma take your word…but I better not find out different, yo.”
“O-kay, Sin,” I pouted. “Can we please let this go?”
He sighed, before licking his lips. “It’s a dub.”
I smirked. “A dub, huh?”
“Yea.”
Gazing at him, my lashes fluttered.
“What?” He hooded his eyes. “What’s going through your mind now?”
“I’m just still processing this. You’re really here with me, on a random weekend. This type of shit felt like it would never happen. It feels surreal.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Especially after all those late-night calls, where you’d tell me about the freaky things you’d do if I moved to the city. You remember?”
I snickered. “Of course, I remember. And I guess that I gotta keep my word, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Sincere Junior
“Aw, fuck,” I gasped, as Jahreiah allowed my dick to hit the back of her throat.
My shorts and boxers were at my knees, while her ass was perched up, as she was leaning over the console. Wildly, cars were coming and going, driving right past us.
“Hmmm,” she moaned and loudly slurped.
“Damn, ma.” I licked my lips, while running my fingers through her soft hair.
Dribble was easing down her chin, as she bobbed her head. My dick looked like it was stretching her mouth to full capacity, as she sloppily sucked me off.
My toes were curling in my shoes, and I was close to blasting, when I pushed her back. No lie, I couldn’t recall her ever sucking dick that good, and the shit had me buggin’. Feeling like she was trying to have mind control or some shit.
“Hold up,” I huskily breathed out.
“Why? What’s wrong?” She softly questioned, before kissing my lips.
“Ion…Ion wanna nut like that. Let’s get in the backseat.”
She nodded, and I immediately maneuvered around in my seat, before crossing over to the back. Wasting no time, I completely removed my shoes, shorts, and boxers, as she was climbing over to join me.
Before she could get adjusted, I snatched her up, yanked her shorts off her ass, and bent her over. With her face down, I gripped her hips, and pushed my dick into her wet slit.
“Damn,” I grunted, as her walls contracted around me. For a few seconds, I had to pause, because the vise grip she had on my dick was lethal, as my knees were about to buckle.
Eventually, she glanced back at me. “What’s wrong?” Her question had caused her pussy to tighten as she spoke.
Gritting my teeth, I fought against myself. “Nothing’s wrong. Bounce that ass,” I commanded, as I smacked her ass.
Putting a deeper arch in her back, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, as she wobbled those cheeks.
“Yea, just like that,” I growled, as I pumped hard dick into her.
Loudly, her pussy smacked, as I plowed into her.
“Ooh, this pussy so tight.” I tucked my bottom lip into my mouth. “Damn, bae. I’m finna cum.”
Saying nothing, Jahreiah threw that pussy at me, bouncing that ass up against me. Feeling like that was a challenge, I mounted her ass, and pushed every inch into her.
“Ugh!” She screamed, as I was balls deep inside of her.
Our skin was loudly clapping in that confined space. My head was hitting the roof, as I beat that pussy up.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, while lifting her upper body.
Reaching around, I eased my hands up her shirt and gripped her bra, before lifting it over her titties. I then cuffed her bouncing breasts, caressing her nipples, while gliding in and out of her.
“Ooh, Sincere,” she crooned, while, my balls slammed into her pussy lips.
“I’m finna nut deep in this pussy,” I spoke in her ear.