Page 3 of Know Your Place

“And what I look like? Pussy on demand?” He had a lot of nerve.

He leaned down, pressing his fists into the mattress on either side of my legs so his face was only inches from mine. With a sexy smirk on his lips, he said, “You might need some dick.”

He had a point. I would be a fool not to have that dick on speed dial. I shrugged. “Fine, but don’t be botherin’ me and shit.”

“Don’t plan on it,” he replied.

I quickly tapped my number into his phone. When I finished, I tossed his phone onto the bed and held his gaze. After a moment, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The gesture surprised me, but I realized I didn’t really mind it.

He pulled away and grinned down at me. “See you around, Juicy.”

“Juicy?” I wrinkled my nose.

“Ain’t ever seen or felt a pussy as juicy as yours.” He laughed as he walked out of my room while I shook my head at his crazy ass. I couldn’t help the smile that stayed on my lips, even long after he left my home.

Yeah, I was in big ass trouble with this nigga, but what did they say? Curiosity killed the cat.

I looked down at my pussy and grinned. I definitely didn’t mind if my cat was murdered in this scenario. In fact, I welcomed it.

Six months later . . .

I only came to this birthday party for two reasons: cake and the single mothers with the childbearing hips and fat asses. The fact that I knew Icelynn’s fine ass would be here had nothing to do with it. At least, that was what I tried to convince myself as I glanced around my cousin’s backyard. Her pretty ass wasn’t here yet. There were plenty of kids running around, though.

Keegan and Chyna hired a catering company to run the grill. The smoky smell filled my flared nostrils as I kept an eye on my surroundings.

I spotted KJ, who this party was for, running behind his stepbrother, Liam. Those lil niggas were only four years old and a damn handful. I loved them, though. I saw my cousin, who was more like my brother, Keegan, walking my way with a damn smile on his face. I frowned. Nigga had been way too happy over the past six months after marrying Chyna. His crazy ass proposed to her, moved her in, and married her all within a month, and he hadn’t stopped smiling since.

“You over here mugged up ’cause yo’ girl ain’t here yet?” Keegan asked as he slapped hands with me. I almost knocked his damn hand out of the way, but I maintained my cool.

“I’m a free agent ’til the day I die. You know this, nigga.”

Keegan chuckled before he took a sip from his red Solo cup. “You funny.”

I knocked his cup out of his hand. It spilled all over the grass, and I grinned triumphantly as I said, “And you a simp.”

I frowned again as I stalked away while Keegan laughed his ass off behind me.

“Stupid-ass nigga,” I mumbled. I loved him, but we fought like brothers, which was understandable since we grew up that way. My parents loved the streets more than me, so Keegan’s parents, my aunt and uncle, raised me. Keegan and I lived under one roof our entire lives, and Auntie Dayna said we were insufferable together because we were so strong-minded. If we weren’t going at each other, we were going at someone else together. That never ended well.

Still grumbling to myself, I sat down at a picnic table and glowered at the kids jumping in the large bouncy house next to me. Kids were cool with me. I just didn’t like other people’s kids. KJ, Keegan’s son, had always been cool with me because I could discipline him. Liam was Chyna’s son, and his little ass was considered my kinfolk now, too, so he was cool with me. All these other snotty-nosed brats could leave as far as I was concerned.

With cake on a plate and flopping around violently as he ran, KJ ran up to me and plopped down right next to me. Liam wasn’t far behind.

“’Sup?” I asked as I stuck my fist out to both of them. Their little fists tapped mine at the same time before they dug into their cake.

“Why your face like that?” Liam asked. He had blue frosting all over his face, and I grimaced.

“Like what?”

“Ugly,” Liam replied.

I flicked his forehead. “Boy, I ain’t ugly.”

“Are when you look like that,” he said as he rubbed his forehead.

“Why look like that, Uncle Retta?” KJ asked, calling me by the name he’d used since he could talk.

“Yo’ daddy annoying,” I grumbled.