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“Damn, you my favorite girl. I think I’m falling in love wit’ you,” he teased.
She giggled. “Which dessert you want first?”
They smoked one of the blunts and got down to business. Now this was where Papa John wanted to be, deep inside of her as she rode him in the cowgirl position. She knelt astride him as she leaned forward on her arms with Papa John laid back—her dripping pussy swallowing his hard erection. She had much more control over him in this position—depth and angle of penetration. He caressed her hips and her tits. He lifted his torso on his elbows to suck her nipples. They both moaned, drowning in gratification. Her back and forth movement started to speed up. Her moaning grew louder as he thrust up into her, while she licked and sucked his nipples and kissed his neck.
“Ooooh, so good . . . you feel so good,” he moaned.
They stared in each other’s eyes and saw the intensity. Dina paused for a few seconds, letting the dick simmer inside of her. She released a naughty grin as Papa John lay underneath her, breathing in anticipation. Everything about her felt so good—and so right. He no longer thought about his troubles with Jessica and Maserati Meek. He was high from the sex she was giving him.
She started to grind against him again and again. He held her hips. She rode and rode until she squirted in an intense orgasm from the passionate friction. She got hers and continued to ride Papa John’s dick until he soon got his too—squirting his semen into the condom as his orgasm induced a powerful shudder. It was so good that he cooed like a pigeon as his toes curled up and he fidgeted underneath her like he was an epileptic having seizures. He quickly became spent after a good nut. She collapsed on the bed beside him.
The two had pillow talk as they lay nestled against each other. Dina’s head was against his chest, and she heard his heart beating. Her body was soft like silk, and her long legs were warm around him like a campfire.
“I so needed this,” said Papa John.
They smoked another blunt. The time was moving into the early morning, two hours before sunrise. He looked into her eyes and though she wasn’t truly his, he felt he could tell her anything.
“I was there,” he suddenly uttered.
“You were where?”
“I was at the club the night it blew up.”
“What?”
“That suicide bombing at club Sane, it had nothing to do with politics. It had something to do wit’ me,” he said.
Dina was baffled.
“They want to kill us, Dina. They were willing to blow up an entire club to kill me and my crew.”
It wasn’t the type of pillow talk that she had been looking forward to, but it was startling news. Dina couldn’t help but wonder what kind of nigga she had in her bed that someone would bomb an entire nightclub to kill him.
10
Eshon lit her cigarette, inhaled, and then exhaled. She took comfort in the passenger seat of The Kid’s van in the hotel parking lot. It was going to be another beautiful day, but her days were being spent watching her back, carrying a pistol for her protection, and plotting revenge on the people who had tried to kill her. Never again would she sit inside a city precinct and allow herself to be questioned unless she was under arrest. Her time there was a nightmare, but it was useful. She had come back with the information they needed. Now Devon was ready to make his move—and he was crazy enough to do something stupid.
Sitting there alone and thinking about everything that had transpired over the past weeks, Eshon sighed heavily, and a few tears trickled from her eyes. She thought about Kip, like she always did. Everything was different without him. Devon was a lunatic who probably would get them all killed. She missed Kip’s leadership. She missed his strong eyes and his voice, and his assertive demeanor. She always felt secure around him. But now what would tomorrow have in store for her?
She took another puff from the cancer stick and had more thoughts about her future without Kip. She blew out the smoke and felt an uneasiness that she’d never felt before. When Kip was running things, everything had gone smoothly, or close to it. Yes, there had been a few hiccups down the road, but Kip had always had a way of smoothing it out. Now, these hiccups were becoming nonstop, and a lot more dangerous.
The sudden knock on the passenger window startled Eshon. She almost jumped out of her seat and reached for the .380 she had on her. But there was nothing to worry about. It was Brandy coming to join her.
“Damn bitch, don’t be sneaking up on me like that,” Eshon shouted.
“I’m sorry. You okay?”
“No, I’m not okay.”
“Open the door let me inside.”
Eshon pressed the switch and the doors unlocked. Brandy walked around to the driver’s side and slid into the seat. The past twenty-four hours had been rough. Their hair was becoming undone, edginess had consumed them, and they hadn’t had a good night’s sleep yet.
“Can I get some of that?” Brandy asked.
Eshon passed the cigarette to her friend. Brandy took a few pulls herself and released. They were silent for a moment, looking despondent. The parking lot was swelled with cars on a clear and warm day. Brandy had her own issues and worries. Like everyone, she put on a brave face, but this bombing—and so many dead—knocked her off guard and made her feel guilty. Her hardcore attitude had been altered into fault and remorse. She was with the plan to have five innocent people killed for what seemed like the greater good, but now hundreds of people were dead. Would everything be traced back to them? They’d had nothing to do with the bombing—not directly—but now with the FBI involved and sniffing around, what would the consequences be for them? Would they all get blamed too? Would they look like terrorists in the eyes of America?
Brandy passed the cigarette back to her friend. She breathed out and looked her friend’s way. “Let’s just go.”
