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“Whatever,” I said. “You make sure you take ya ass home.”
“You got that,” he said, kissin’ me again. He opened the car door for me and waited for me to get behind the wheel. He looked over at Chanel and was gettin’ ready to speak, but her ass was already knocked out. “Get home safe.”
“You, too,” I said, startin’ the engine, then backin’ out. I tapped the horn as I drove by, then made my way back to Jersey with thoughts of Grant comin’ through later on in the day. Yeah, this nigga was tryna have a bitch fall for ’im. I just hoped he was ready, ’cause I was tryna play for keeps. I took a deep breath, turned on the CD player, and listened to Aretha Franklin sing “The Tree of Life.” And for some reason, after hearin’ the verse It’s too late to cry…There ain’t gonna be no next time… I felt my chest tighten and an achin’ in my heart. I clutched my chest and choked back tears as I headed toward the Holland Tunnel.
Erykah Badu’s “Bag Lady” was playin’ in the background and Grant and I had just finished blazin’ our third blunt. He had come through earlier in the afternoon, like he said he would. And after diggin’ my back out lovely, we were loungin’ ’round chillin’. I couldn’t front, things between us were really startin’ to feel right ’n shit. But I didn’t wanna jinx shit by gettin’ all excited too quick. I was tryna play it cool and keep shit cute. I was really diggin’ his ass. But the nigga wasn’t my man, and I wasn’t sure if that’s what I really wanted. A part of me did, but then there was that part of me that was scared. Not of him, but of what I’d do if he turned out to be another nigga tryna play me. I really think a bitch would go postal for real. The nigga’s dick game was so damn tight that I knew, without a doubt, that I could really get caught in him. And that shit had a bitch on edge; almost nervous. I’m not sure if it was my heart, my head, or my pussy talkin’, but whichever it was, I knew if I gave in to the feelin’s that were slowly startin’ to stir inside of me and the nigga turned out to be on some other shit, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight. My gut told me he was a good man, but what I couldn’t figure out was if the nigga was a cheatin’ man.
Anyway, as long as we kept shit the way it was, there was no stress and no pressure. I played my position, and allowed him to play his. If the nigga was fuckin’ someone else, then so be it. He wasn’t my man. So he could slay whoever he wanted. I wasn’t beat ’cause I didn’t see or hear ’bout it. He claimed he was just servin’ me the dick, but I had heard that shit before so it didn’t really hold much weight with me. Although I didn’t have a reason not to trust him, I still kept my eyes and ears open for any signs of him tryna get slick. So far, there were none. But I was gonna give it more time. Most niggas showed they asses within the first three to six months. So I was gonna see how shit played out. But on some real shit, who was I to feel some kinda way ’bout him slayin’ another bitch’s pussy when I was still waxin’ the muhfuckas I was murkin’. I ain’t gonna front, I was really startin’ to fall for the nigga, and I could tell the nigga was diggin’ me, too. But like I said, I didn’t really wanna rush into nothin’. I was cool with how things were flowin’ with us, and I didn’t really wanna complicate shit; not yet anyway.
“So you still not lookin’ for a man?” he asked, leanin’ over and kissin’ me lightly on the lips.
“Not today,” I said, grinnin’. “Check back tomorrow.”
“Yeah, aiight.” He grinned back, pullin’ me into his arms. He slid his tongue in my mouth. Damn, the nigga’s tongue game was right. My pussy started gettin’ wet. “Keep playin’ with me.” He kissed me a few more times, then pulled away. “Dig, one of my mans is gettin’ married at the end of the month and I want you on my arm.”
I smiled. “So you ready to show me off to ya peeps now, hunh?”
“No doubt,” he said, leanin’ over and peckin’ me on the lips again. “You my baby; fuck all that shit you be talkin’ ’bout you ain’t ready for a man ’n shit.”
“I wanna take it slow.”
“I hear you,” he said, rubbin’ the side of my face. “There’s no rush, baby. Big daddy got all the time ya pretty ass needs.”
I smiled. “You sure ’bout that?”
“No doubt, baby.”
“Well, I’d be honored to be on ya arm to let them hoes know what a real dime looks like.”
He laughed. “That’s what it is. His bachelor’s party is this weekend so I’ma be outta town with my boys.”
“Hmmm. When you leavin’?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay. You make sure you don’t be lettin’ none of them stripper hoes wet ya dick,” I said, actin’ like I was really pressed.
“Nah, baby. The only one I want wettin’ this dick is you, real talk. You make sure you keep these niggas out here outta ya grill while I’m gone.”
“Oh, please. I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout none of them whack-ass niggas.”
“Yeah, aiight. Don’t have me hurtin’ nobody.”
“It’s all good,” I said, shiftin’ my body to face him. “I gotta go outta town overnight anyway.”
“Damn,” he said, eyein’ me. “You do a lotta dippin’. On some real shit, you need to let me know now what’s really good with you.”
I raised my brow. “What ya mean?”
“I’m sayin’. If you fuckin’ some other nigga, you need to let me know so I can fall back.” Oh my God, I thought, this nigga got the nerve to be soundin’ all jealous.
“Nigga, please. I ain’t fuckin’ with no one else,” I lied, rollin’ my eyes. Well, technically, I wasn’t fuckin’ with any other muhfuckas, so I wasn’t really lyin’, right? Besides a dead nigga really didn’t count; well, that’s what I kept tellin’ myself.
He pulled me into him, then slid his tongue into my mouth. We kissed long and slow for a few minutes. He ran his hands along my back, over my hips, then grabbed my ass, starin’ into my eyes. The way he was lookin’ at me, I could tell he had somethin’ on his mind.
“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” I asked.
He shook his head.
