Chapter 18 Rayzor
“What the fuck you in here doing dancing like you trying to get these niggas to take you home?”
“Maybe I am,” she scoffed. This lil’ chocolate mothafucka must’ve forgotten the program.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“E, I don’t feel like going to jail for ringing your neck. Get the fuck on and go home.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want to. I’m single like you. Go back over there to your girl.”
I tossed a look over my shoulder. “My girl? Man, fuck that hoe. I came to see ‘bout you.”
“I don’t need looking after.”
Rolling my shoulders, I cuffed one hand inside the other. “You ain’t understanding me,” my tone dripping.
“I’m here with my girls. Gon’ on, Courtland.”
She stepped back like I’d changed faces in front of her. It’s likely because I did. This mothafucka wanted me to toss her ass over my shoulder and carry her outta here. These innocent ass people were about to be traumatized.
“Either you dancing with me, or I can make all these mothafuckas dance.”
“What you gon’ do? Shoot the place up? You wouldn’t dare.”
“Then you don’t know me, pretty teeth.”
“Tell whoever the hell reporting my whereabouts to stop before I have y’all asses locked up.” she threatened me, and that made my dick hard. I don’t give a fuck about no police. “Wait. You might have them on payroll too, huh?”
I smirked.
“Damn I miss them lips around my dick.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m about to go. My mood is dead,” she told her girls.
“Come on, let’s go,” Suki responded like I knew she would. One thing about Suki, she’ll always have Eris’ back.
“Girl, don’t let him come in here and fuck up a good time,” Rhea’s hating ass stated with a turned-up nose.
I don’t beef with women. That’s not my genetic makeup, but if there was ever a hoe to get active with, its Rhea. She’s always around for bullshit. I’ve been cool off her since the shit back at Eris’ cookout.
“No. I need to go before he does something fuckin’ dumb. Hell, I’m tired. I’m saving all of us the headache and further embarrassment,” Eris responded.
“E, we took a car. We leave how we came,” Suki suggested.
“I’m closer this way anyway, Suki.”
“You sure you’re good?”
“She’s aiight,” I chimed in.
“Make sure she gets home, Rayzor, for real. I’m on her line the whole way there.”
“I’m already knowing.” I stood back waiting on Eris’ next move.
She hugged each of her girls and even the ones in the back before waving off to them and heading through the crowd with me on her ass.
“Rayzor, you leaving and not taking me with you?” Tamia, the woman I bought with me, asked.
“Yeah.”
“And with another bitch too.”
Before I could get into her ass, Eris was on her head with one hit.
“Rayzor, leave me the fuck alone and take your ass back to her before I end up in jail.”
I wasn’t hearing that shit. I pushed her out the door, hand on her waist. My truck was already out front because I told them not to valet my shit since I knew I wouldn’t be here long. I helped her up. She had an attitude but was too tipsy to argue.
Admiring the way that ass sat before she flopped on the seat, I closed the door.
The beginning of the ride was silent. No music, just the humming of my pipes as we hit the streets and then the highway.
Peeping glances at her, she had her arms folded over her chest, forehead tight and how her leg shook told me she was pissed off.
I didn’t give a fuck. I was at peace because it’s been too long since I last saw her.
“How you been?”
“You already know since you got people watching me and asking the kids about me every day.”
I inwardly chuckled. She was right. When it came to her, I knew her moves before she did. That’s how on her ass I was.
“Respect.”
Quietness.
“I miss the fuck outta you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You messed that up.”
“Why you letting a nigga suffer like this?”
“You look just fine to me.”
Turning into her driveway, she barely let me stop the truck before getting out and speed walking, damn near running to the door. I turned off and jogged after her because I didn’t like how she was treating a nigga. Like, I’m asking where my hugs at.
She was already inside, trying to close the door when I walked in behind her.
“You got me home, you can leave. What… you need gas money?” she tried me.
That’s the final joke I let her ass get off before my anger took over, and I yoked her ass up. With my hand around her neck, I pushed her against the door frame. The wreath on the other side chimed as her body hit the metal.
I gripped her jaws, pressing them firmly. Her lips puckered like a fish.
“You get that dawg in you with that liquor. You not who the fuck you think you is, E. You wanna be hardbody and treat me like a fuck nigga, we can play that game, baby girl.”
With the other hand, I slipped it into her laced panties. Wetness coated my fingers immediately and I moaned before trailing her slit and slipping into her opening. Splatters everywhere.
She couldn’t resist it as her head fell onto my shoulder and she ground against my fingers.
“That’s what the fuck you needed, some act right. My fingers can’t do shit for you. Panties off, hands on the wall, spread them ass cheeks. Let me see that pussy smile.”
I released her. Her leg fell, her stance went lazy.
“I fucking hate you.”
I snatched her dress, pulling it over her ass cheek. My eyes dropped to her body. That mothafucka was always picture perfect.
“Then show a nigga what that hate feels like.”
Her glassy eyes bounced around mine as we locked in on each other. “You think you got the cure for me, Courtland? You think dick is going to solve my problems?”
She slowly stripped out of her thong, twirling the material around on her finger before stuffing them into my mouth. I spun her around, pressing her head into the wall.
“The dick gon’ solve yours. And this pussy gon’ solve mine,” I said in her ear. “Spread them mothafuckin’ cheeks.”
She did as I demanded.
Her juices shined, pussy awaiting.
I pressed her back in, making her arch deeper. I ran my dick against her crack.
“Fuck me, Rayzor,” she begged.
I slipped inside her.
The halo shined as I fell into home.
“Fuuuuccckkk,” I grunted.
Aftermath
We laid on the floor staring into space. Then she got up out of nowhere holding her dress to her chest, hair mangled, sweat drying. Her feet leaving small footprints along the way.
“You can leave,” she told me.
That shit hadn’t registered fully and when it did, I hopped up. “Fuck you mean?”
“It means just what I said. Bye.”
She was dismissive like fuck. Hadn’t even looked back at my ass or nothing.
She was heading to her kitchen with me hot on her trail.
“You treatin’ a nigga like a simple fuck.”
“The fuck was anything but simple, but I’m also grown and know how to get my nut and go.”
I grabbed her arm, swinging her around to face me.
“That liquor got you about to get your fuckin’ head swollen.”
“Then do what you gotta do but you still gotta get the hell out.”
“Why? Another nigga on the way?”
“And if that’s what I want, I can do that. I’m single.”
“Bit…” I caught myself before it slipped out, but Eris had heard it.
SMACK!
“See, that right there proves that I’m single because when we were together, you wouldn’t have dared called me that shit.”
I balled my fist. “Man, I didn’t even mean that shit like that.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. I got to get some rest. Work tomorrow.”
“On a fuckin’ Sunday?”
She played in my face and wasn’t batting a fucking lash while doing it either.
“Yeah, and I got to get the office breakfast from Chick-Fil-A too.”
I yoked her ass up because she had me fucked up.
“Aye, you can be on that tough girl shit all you wanna but stop fuckin’ playing with me. Show up to the office and watch that bitch be on the ground fuckin’ around with me.”
“Your ass that’ll be in jail, not me.”
We stared each other down. I knew my eyes were bloodshot. I felt it but knew that if I let this mothafucka keep popping her shit, it’ll get ugly.
“Let me get the fuck outta here,” I said.
“Yeah, do that.”
That heaviness in my chest as fire ruptured in her eyes had my ass shook. I can’t lie.
“It’s fuck me?”
“You lied so I guess so.”
It wasn’t like I lied for sport. That’s just not a part of my life she needed to be involved in.
“It ain’t even the fact I lied because you know that ain’t what it was. You wanna hurt a nigga for Levi’s Pop’s bullshit.”
She subtly gasped.
“You don’t know a damn thing!”
I didn’t tell you the truth and you put in the same category as that nigga. I’m still the same nigga.”
A tear fell from her eye.
“If I don’t know shit then why you’re standing up here crying at the mention of that nigga then?”
“Fuck you, Courtland.”
My head snapped in her direction. For some reason, hearing her call me by my first name felt like the last time she’d say it. I thought we could bounce back from this shit. We locked in early, but we’ve been solid since starting. This ain’t the end. We’re just going through some rough shit.
“Tell Levi and Erin that I’ll be by to get them later on.”
She didn’t respond as I got dressed on my way to the front door. By the time I made it, I tossed my shirt over my shoulder.
Opening the door, the night air slapped like bricks.
“Stay the hell away from them. I’m not playing.”
I chuckled as I listened to her warning. That meant she still loved me.
Erin knew not to fuck around when it came to the kids and me. We could be going through whatever, but I wanted to be in their lives. I already had enough mothafuckas cutting me off, those kids helped keep my peace too.