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She nodded.

“I feel it too, baby,” he pulled back and looked at her. “My love gon’ be the best place for you.”

More tears spilled from her eyes. “I don’t know how to handle it.”

“I’ma show you how. Gimme kiss.”

Her smile cracked through her tears and matched his. As soon as their lips touched, the fireworks blasted off, making the moment that much better. Much like her, he wasn’t sure how he would handle the kind of love he was sure he and Forever were embarking on, but he knew for sure he wasn’t running from it. She deserved it, and so did he.

“Blue-Blue,” she whimpered while holding onto his face and peering at him desperately.

Blue thrust his hips upward, trying to help get her there, and she stiffened with her mouth dropped open as her eyes fluttered close.

“Forever, look at me, baby.”

She did, and just as she reached her peak, he met his head on and spurted deep into her warm body. It was truly a task trying to keep his eyes open as his orgasm took over his whole body, but Forever made it possible. The look of bliss on her face was worth everything. Together, they teetered on the edge of sanity and happily dove off.

“Damn, Gang, you ain’t have to slut me out in the pool like that,” he joked with her as he stood from the pool, fixed his shorts, grabbed hers, and carried her toward the house.

“My sister told me, you my man, I can do whatever I want to do with you.”

Her smile was infectious.

“You can. Come get on this dick and do it again when we get in the house.”

“Say less.”

I’m off that

“I know that ain’t my nigga in the streets by himself,” Pat exclaimed loudly while tapping Jugg’s chest. “That ain’t that nigga Blue, is it?”

Blue chuckled while walking toward Pat, Jugg, and Wale, and Rico. It was the middle of the day, and he’d just left the house to make his rounds. Since he’d been home, he’d been under his girl, the only place he really wanted to be, but there was money to be made, and he needed to make it. He’d been about to ride by Pat’s spot first, but upon calling, he learned he was around the way at one of their little cash spots, counting money with the guys.

Jugg was his cousin and best friend all in one. After Pat, Jugg was most definitely a close second, and only second because Pat was more like a daddy than a homie. Jugg was a light skinned nigga with the heart of a dark skin. Never feeling pretty, never acting soft, and most definitely nothing about the nigga was suspect, and that was only marking off the common things he’d heard said about light skinned niggas.

Black to the bone, Blue didn’t really get into the colorism talk, but when he did, it was always fun and games. Jugg, on the other hand, was on it heavy, somewhat going out of his way to prove wrong every stigma placed on lighter men. Rico was another yellow nigga that bled blue. With an old school Crip as a father, he’d been born and raised around the gang.

For him, nothing came before Crip. Not women, not fame, not even his kids. As sad as that was, Blue didn’t speak on it. It wasn’t his business, so he kept it easy. Wale was one of the youngest members. New to the gang, but had jumped in with both feet and did whatever was needed. Though he was still reckless and somewhat immature, he was one of Blue’s favorites because he had heart, respect, and a good work ethic.

“Your old ass got all the jokes,” Blue slapped hands with Pat first, then carrying on to Jugg and Rico.

Posted on the screened in porch of the house, the three men sat doing one thing or another, but clearly all getting that work. It was a money counting machine, stacks of cash, blunts, and drugs. All things Blue had been missing since being in prison. He looked around the porch for somewhere to sit before taking the chair that had been behind Rico and situating it at the front of the porch near the stairs.

“You been in the house since you touched down. That nigga ain’t lying on your caking ass,” Jugg spoke with a smoking blunt hanging from his lips. “Saw you at the party and no more since. My mama said she on your ass when she sees you.”

“What’s cracking, Cuz? You ain’t miss your niggas?” Wale chimed in.

“Y’all on me hard this morning, ain’t it? Y’all must ain’t getting no pussy?”

They all cracked up laughing.

“I stay getting that,” Jugg blew smoke out while placing another stack of money into the counter.

Rico slapped hands with him while nodding. “Hell yeah.”

“It’s that pretty lil’ lawyer that got his ass stuck,” Pat looked at Blue with a smirk on his face. “Where she at anyway? I know you ain’t letting her get too far away.”

Guiltily, Blue turned his head toward the street to hide his smile. “She at the house.”