Chapter 17

I stood at the stove fixing my plate and watching my mama with Salima. My black ass had become nonexistent just that quick. They’d made their plates and sat down to eat. My mother was currently asking Salima about what products she used on her hair to keep it long and healthy.

After years of rocking a short cut, she’d been trying to grow it out. Salima had gone into a whole spiel about how she made her own hair growth oil. She promised my mother that she would send some back by me and that was the beginning of their friendship.

I finished filling my plate and went to take a seat with them. As I sat eating, my eyes passed back and forth between them. It was almost like they were old friends the way they were just chit chatting it up. I knew my mother was ready for me to settle down and she was anxious to meet Salima, but I didn’t think she would take to her this quick.

“Y’all wanna go shopping by yourselves?” I asked, finally breaking into the conversation.

My mother looked back at me. “Of course not, baby. Somebody has to carry the bags and swipe the card.”

She pinched my cheek and laughed at her own silliness.

Salima joined her. “Awww, Deucy! You feel left out, baby?”

I frowned and pointed my fork at her. “I told you about that Deucy shit.”

“It’s cute,” my mother defended.

“No the hell it ain’t, Ma. I’m a grown ass man.”

“You’re still my baby.” She cupped my chin and kissed my cheek. “Even if you are a heathen, you’re my heathen.”

Salima smiled. “That’s so sweet.”

“Don’t let her fool you,” I said, smirking. “She be giving me hell.”

My mother rolled her eyes. “I’m sure Salima’s mama gives her hell when she needs to as well. That’s what mamas are for. Nobody loves you like we do.”

“I know you love me, lady.”

She turned her attention back to Salima. “Are you close with your mother?”

“Yes’ ma’am. She’s my best friend, next to my girl, Shar. I’m sure you’ll meet her eventually. She and Maceo are kind of hanging out.”

“Oh!” A light twinkled in her eyes as she looked at me. “Both of my babies are interested in someone. Well, I’ll be damned.”

I shook my head. “How about you spill the tea on that mystery man you went out with last night.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know I hate when you get in my business, Stanley.”

“Ima find out. You might as well tell me.”

“Why? So you can threaten him? Mama gotta have a life too.”

“You ain’t Juanita and I ain’t Jody. Ain’t no Melvins coming up in here thinking he runs shit.”

“Now when have I ever let a man run me? Your father couldn’t do it and you won’t either. I’m forty-five years old, Stanley. I’m grown and if I want to have breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee, or a damn snack with a man, I will. I don’t need your permission to date or your approval of who I’m dating.”

“Dating!” I exclaimed.

Everything else went in one ear and out the other once she said that.

“How long have you been seeing this man, Ma?”

“Six months.”

“Okay Ms. Stephanie!” Salima said, snapping her fingers. “I see you. Stop being so overprotective, Stanely. I’m sure your mother can handle herself.”

My mother smiled. “Thank you, baby.”

I frowned. “I didn’t bring you over here to team up against me.”

They both laughed.

“Oooo he’s mad, Salima. You see that vein popping outta his forehead?”

“Looking like he’s gonna bust a vessel.”

They were really laughing at my expense. Part of me was annoyed by the shit. The other half was surprisingly relieved that they were getting along. I don’t know why I really gave a fuck, but I did.

Maybe I did like Salima a little more than I wanted to admit. She wasn’t like most women I dealt with. She talked back, and she really didn’t give a damn what she said to me. The shit turned me on. Every time she said or did some slick shit, my dick got hard.

It was one thing to have women willing to do whatever to get a piece of me. To have one that made me work at trying to get her was a challenge I never expected to be up for. I wasn’t hurting over pussy. Yet, Salima Navarro had me wanting her for more than was between those thick ass thighs.

After an agonizing breakfast filled with my mama and Salima teaming up on me, we finally left the house and geared up for the two-hour drive to the outlet mall my mother loved to shop at. Salima tried to give her the front seat, but she insisted on sitting in the back so she could feel like she was being chauffeured around.

The two of them talked until my mama got a call from her little boyfriend. While she was in the back cup caking, I drove with a heavy frown on my face. She was just a kee keeing it up back there, grinning and shit.

“Fix your face, Stanley,” Salima said, cupping my chin.

“I don’t like that shit,” I mumbled.

“Did you really expect her to stay single?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve just never seen her with anybody other than my pops. Shit is weird.”

She giggled. “Your mom’s a baddie. I’m sure he treats her well, otherwise she wouldn’t be smiling like that.”

“If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep that same energy. I don’t play about that woman.”

“I see that. I love when a man loves and is protective about the woman that birthed him. It’s attractive.”

Salima leaned over and kissed my cheek. I hated the way she could make my grown ass blush when she did that, but I couldn’t help but to smile.

“If I’m wearing you down, just say that.”

She playfully slapped my arm. “Shut up.”

Reaching over, I gently grabbed her chin and pulled her face to mine. With a careful eye on the road, I kissed her lips, slipping her a little tongue. The next thing I felt was a slap to the back of my head.

“Eyes on the road, Stanley!” my mother chastised.

Salima giggled as she relaxed into her seat. “You heard your mama. Stop being fresh.”

“I got something for your ass later,” I warned her.

She smirked. “I might have something for you, too.”

I chuckled to myself. She better not tempt me with a good time.

A fter hours of shopping and thousands of dollars spent, my girls were ready to eat so they could start all over again. As I carried fifty-leven bags to the car, I made a mental note to never shop with both of them together again. If they wanted to go, I’d finance it, but fuck being a bag boy.

We headed for one of my mama’s favorite restaurants in the downtown area called The Forty Niners. It was one of the most expensive restaurants in the city and I hated coming to this bitch. It wasn’t the money, because I had it to pay. It was the looks we got from white people that hated to see a nigga eating as well as them.

Ten minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot. I got out of my car and helped both my mama and Salima out. My mother smirked as I reached for her hand.

“What, lady?” I questioned.

“You’re being courteous. That’s new.”

Salima giggled. “Don’t worry, Ms. Larkins. I’m working on turning him into a gentleman.”

My mama laughed. “Yeah, I like her for you.”

I shook my head as I reached for Salima’s hand and offered my mother my arm. We strolled into the restaurant and were immediately seated. I made sure they put us next to a window because they weren’t about to sit my black ass in the back. After ordering a round of drinks, we were left to look over the menu. It was quiet at the table until a tall shadow standing over me interrupted our peace.

My hand went to my waistband as I looked up to see Mirron Hayes, one of the city council members who was a pain in my ass. I wanted to put a bullet in this nigga for years now. He was as corrupt as they came and one of the main reasons I bought up the block of black owned business. I knew all of his dirt, yet he was adamant about trying to do business with me.

“Mr. Dillinger, how are you?” he asked, touching my shoulder.

“I have a bullet for your ass if you don’t stop touching me.”

He chuckled as he raised his hands in mock surrender. “No need for all that.” He smiled at my mama and Salima. “How are you beautiful ladies doing today?”

I placed my gun on the table. “You trying me. Don’t speak to my mother or my woman. Ever. The fuck you want, Mirron?”

“Stanley,” my mother said firmly. “Take it outside.”

I decided to oblige her. If I had to shoot him, she didn’t need to see that shit. I stood from the table and tucked my gun away. Grabbing Mirron by the back of his collar, I led him out to the parking lot.

“Speak,” I said, shoving him away.

“No need to be aggressive, Mr. Dillenger. I just wanna talk business.”

“Here’s the thing, Mirron. You and I have no business.”

“Oh, but we do. You hold the deeds to several properties the I wish to acquire. I’m willing to up my offer by twenty-five percent.”

“Twenty-five percent ain’t shit. I wouldn’t care if you doubled or tripled your offer. Those properties aren’t for sale. They will stay with their rightful owners. The fuck I look like displacing people who helped build their community?”

He chuckled. “You don’t really give a fuck about these niggas, and you know it. You like the power you hold in owning them. It’s modern day slavery.”

“Modern day slavery would I be taking off my belt and using it as a whip for your triflin’ ass. I don’t have shit for you, Mirron. You fuckin’ up my good day and you don’t want to be on the receiving end of me having a bad one.”

He clasped his hands together. “I’m trying to stay on the up and up, but niggas like you make me have to show you who I really am.”

I stepped close to him and whipped out my gun, placing it under his chin.

“Who the fuck are you supposed to be to me?”

“Somebody who ain’t scared to tussle with you, young blood. I wasn’t always the clean and polished muthafucka you see today. I know these streets. I have connections, too. I want those properties and one way or another, I’m gonna get them.”

“You threatening me? ‘Cause I can dead you right where you stand, my nigga.”

“You could, but you won’t. Not with your fine ass mama and that pretty young thing watching you.”

In an instant, my hand went around his throat. I squeezed tightly, cutting off his air supply. As he struggled to breathe, I cocked my gun.

“You can thank both of them for sparing you life right now, but you gon’ see me, muthafucka. Go inside, get your shit, and get the fuck outta my space. You can’t even breathe my fuckin’ air right now. Hold yo’ goddamn breath.”

I shoved him away from me. He rubbed his neck as he stumbled back into the restaurant. Niggas loved to make me act ignorant. If it weren’t for my mama and Salima, he’d be in a permanent state of sleep right now.

I tucked my gun away and headed back inside to my ladies. They both wore looks of concern as I took my seat.

“Everything okay?” my mother asked.

Just then, Mirron and another city council member passed by our table. He made sure he didn’t look at me as they made their way to the door.

“Yeah. Everything is fine. Don’t worry.”

“Stanley.”

“I’m good, Mama. We’re gonna enjoy the rest of our day with no further interruption.”

I looked over at Salima. Cupping her chin, I pecked her lips.

“Put a smile on your face, baby. You never have to worry about me.”

She smiled faintly and I could tell that shit was fake. She’d been having a good day and now her mood was off. I wouldn’t be surprised if she told me to take her home when we left here. Part of me wished I had deaded that bitch ass nigga.

Mirron Hayes was officially at the top of my personal shit list.

S ure enough, Salima was ready to go home after the run in with Mirron. The mood throughout lunch was sour as hell. As hard as I tried to put on a front, that shit stayed in the back of my mind. My mama or Salima tried to talk to me, but I was barely listening. I let him get away with disrespecting and threatening me when all I wanted to do was fill his ass with lead.

It was like an obsession. Once I got some shit in my mind, I couldn’t let it go. Mirron’s little threat would never sit right with me. I didn’t give a fuck who he thought he was or who he used to be. That shit wasn’t gonna fly.

We dropped my mama back off at home and headed back to Salima’s house. The entire ride was silent. When I pulled up in her yard, she didn’t even wait for me to open her door. She hopped her ass right out and went to back to grab her bags.

“Salima.”

“Thank you for today, Stanley, but I think it’s best if you leave.”

She slammed my door and briskly walked up to the front door of the house. I shut off my car and followed her. She was halfway inside and trying to close the door, but I stuck my foot inside.

“Let me talk to you.”

“Stanley, leave.”

“Baby, I’m?—”

“Deuce!”

She held a deep frown on her face. I didn’t like that shit. It was one thing for her to be annoyed with me pissing her off, but this shit was different. She was actually upset. I swallowed my pride and softened my tone.

“Five minutes.”

She sighed as she released the door and let me in. I followed her back to her room, where she placed her bags on the floor. Turning to me, she folded her arms and look at me.

“Talk.”

“Look. I’m sorry I let that nigga ruin our good time. I was in my head, baby.”

“Is this how it’s gonna be? How often are we gonna run into somebody that fucks up your whole mood like that?”

I shrugged. “I can’t say. You know who my people are. You know what we do. It’s bound to be somebody somewhere. Most of them ain’t bold enough to approach me like that.”

I stepped closer to her and pulled her into my chest.

“I got distracted. I apologize. You know I don’t do that shit, but I will for you.”

I pecked her lips, causing her to relax a little. Sensing that I could take it further, I kissed her deeper. Her arms went around my waist and my hands gripped her ass. A low moan escaped her throat.

“Where is your moms?” I asked, lifting her into my arms.

“Working a double.”

“Good. I don’t need her walking in on what I’m about to do to you.”

I tossed her on the bed and pulled off her shoes. She panted heavily as I undid her shorts and worked them over her hips. She sat up and pulled off her shirt. Beneath her clothes she wore this sexy ass pink bra and thong set that had my dick standing at attention.

“Shit, baby,” I mumbled, admiring her curves.

Salima lifted her hips and pushed her thong down, kicking it at me. Sitting up, she reached behind her, and unclasped her bra and pulled it from her shoulders.

“Strip,” she said, eyeing the bulge in my jeans.

I smirked as I went to pull my shirt over my head.

“Slowly…” she instructed as she back led up against the headboard.

I watched as she spread her legs and stroked her clit as she watched me. With every piece of clothing I removed, she stroked faster. A low growl escaped my throat as her pussy secreted its natural nectar.

“Mmmm… get that muthafucka right for me, baby,” I said, stroking my dick.

I grabbed the condom from my wallet and ripped it open. She licked her lips as I rolled it down over my length. Crooking her finger, she beckoned me to her.

“Nah. Bring yo’ ass here. I need my feet planted for how I’m about to fuck you.”

Without warning, I grabbed her ankles and snatched her to the edge of the bed. Taking her hand, I placed her fingers to my lips and sucked them clean. Her eyes dropped between us to the nine inches of stiff dick that was about to fill her.

“Shit,” she mumbled.

“Assume the fuckin’ position. Face down, ass up, and you better not run.”

She smirked as she sexily turned over and pushed that thick ass into the air. Watching that shit spread made me jizz a little. She dropped into the perfect arch and I swear, a nigga fell in love. Her clit was so swollen and juicy that I just had to taste her again.

Stooping, I spread her cheeks and sucked her pearl into my mouth.

“Oooo, shit!” She moaned loudly as she rotated her hips.

Her pussy was so damn wet my face was saturated. Standing at my full height, I lined my dick up with her entrance.

“Look at this ass…” I gave it a firm slap before gripping it tightly. “I knew it would look like this with you in this position.”

She giggled. “Put it in so you can watch this ass clap against you, baby.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. With one swift thrust, I buried my dick within her walls. She released the most beautiful, pleasured cry I’d ever heard. I had to take a deep breath because her pussy was so tight and wet. If I breathed too hard, I was gonna nut. If I thought eating her pussy had me staking a claim, being inside her would have me putting a bullet in a nigga over her.

Looking down, I pressed my thumbs into the perfectly placed dimples on her lower back before deep stroking her with no mercy. Every time my dick filled her, he came out coated in her essence.

“Deuce!” she screamed. “Fuck!”

“Take it. You been teasing me with this pussy for weeks. You told me I wasn’t gonna get this shit, now look at you. Taking it.”

“It’s so good… shit!”

“I know it is. Throw that ass back for me, mama.”

She fell right in line with throwing her hips back at me. The sound of her ass slapping against my thighs quickly became a favorite.

“Oh… oh, my God!”

Her sex faces were so sexy. With her eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape, pleasure was written all over her face.

“Mmm… there you go, baby,” I praised her. “This what you wanted?”

“Yes… yes! I wanted it… shit!”

She struggled to balance herself as I hit her with no hands. That ass rippled against my thighs in magnificent waves. Her cries echoed throughout the room, and I was sure the people next door could hear how good I was beating her shit. When she reached around to push me back, I locked her arm behind her.

“Don’t run from it. Cum. Make a mess for me, baby. Cum on this dick.”

“Oh fuck! Oh shiiiit!”

Her walls clamped around my length, and I could feel them throbbing. She was so close that I could taste it. Propping my foot up on the bed, I dove in for the kill. Within seconds, she was squirting all over me as she came.

“Yes! Oh, God!, Yes!”

Her body quaked as an orgasm flooded her. With a final thrust, I pulled out of her, snatched off the condom, and shot a massive load all over her ass cheeks. That shit damn near drained me. I just kept cumming and cumming with streams of my seed raining down over her. Shit like that never happened to me.

“Muthafucka!” I yelled as the last of it finally dripped out.

Salima collapsed on the bed while I struggled to keep my footing. As I watched her panting heavily, I thought to myself, That’s wifey, right there. She let me sample that pussy and there was no way she was getting rid of me now.

“Pack you a bag. You’re coming home with me.”

Just like that, I was sprung.