Page 29 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“Don’t worry about that though.”

“Because you’re fucking other women or plan to?”

“No.” I licked my lips. “I won’t. Just so you know, though, even before all this shit, I wasn’t fucking like you think.” I chuckled, making her do the same. “A lot of these females can’t take dick. My fault if that’s TMI.”

That was another thing that made Gaia convenient—she was right there and had no qualms about letting me fuck the shit out of her.

“I mean, you have a really big dick, Low-Low.” She cheesed.

“You Banks St. Thomas; you can handle it, right?” I eyed her, and she didn’t reply, licking her soft, supple, full lips.

“If I can’t?”

“I’ll work with you. Break you in so you taking that shit like it was made for you.” I spanked and gripped a handful of her ass as our lips meshed together.

“Okay.” Her voice was soft and wispy, but I could see the satisfaction from my answer interspersed among her features.

“I don’t want you worrying about sex and all that shit with me right now. I wanna actually do shit with you that folks in relationships do.” I entered my next statement and thought with trepidation. “But I wanna do it freely, which means telling Asif, for me, and your brothers for you.”

“Yeah.” She huffed.

“I know the trust is broken right now, Peep, but in order for me to prove myself to you in the way that a nigga wants to, I gotta be able to do it with a clear mind and out in the open. I want you to decide if you can trust me enough to tell everybody about this, or if not, we gotta chill out on this and find a workaround, I guess. I like you too much, and I’m too old and grown to be sneaking around. That’s some pussy shit.

“Not to mention, I ain’t ever done shit behind Sif’s back. I did it this time because you a priority over him. I’ll always be loyal to you over him.”

It was crazy that this shit was even coming out of my mouth. However, Banks had done a number on a nigga in a matter of months.

“If you promise to take this serious and truly try to do right, then I will agree to tell them.”

“I promise.” I smirked, doing my best to contain my elation. “You wanna tell ’em altogether or do Sif separate?”

“Which do you want? All of them together may be too much.”

“Up to you, Peep. I’m good either way.”

“I think separate.” She watched me for a moment then asked, “You’re not scared? What if they jump you?”

“I been jumped before, and that’s the least of my worries.

I don’t wanna offend you, Peep, but I ain’t scared of them niggas, and I don’t give a fuck what they think.

What I do give a fuck about is muddying the relationship you have with them because I know you love them.

So I’m gon’ be respectful for as long as I can, but if they wanna take it there, understand I’m going right with ’em. ”

She took a moment but eventually nodded, nibbling on her lip out of fretfulness.

“I like to hear that, but I’m also scared of what’s going to happen.” She lay on my chest, throwing her smooth leg across me.

“I know, but it’s inevitable, Peep.” I tucked my lips in at the thought.

While I didn’t give a fuck about how her other brothers would receive this shit, the thought of Asif’s reaction tormented me a little bit.

Having to beef with or possibly fight my brother/mentor/low-key father figure would be tough, but I would do anything necessary to keep Banks. “Tell me some do’s and don’ts, Peep.”

I wanted to get her mind on something else.

“Does and don’ts for what?” She looked up at me frowning but also amused.

“Of relationships.”

Sucking her teeth, she grinned. “You’ve had a girlfriend before, Low-Low.”

“Only one and barely. I only agreed to the shit to get her off my line while I made a play.”

“Are you serious?” She held her mouth agape to keep from laughing.

“I am. On top of that, I did whatever I wanted while with her. No boundaries.”

“I don’t know if you were just trash or if Rue was just dumb. Maybe both.” She regarded me momentarily. “What do you think is cool to do in relationships?”

“I’d rather you ask me, and I give you my opinion. Then, you can correct or affirm.”

“Okay.” She sat up on her feet excitedly as I tucked my forearms behind my head to look up at her.

I needed to remind myself to concentrate on the task and not how pretty she was, how hard her nipples were, how sexy her thighs were, and just how Banks St. Thomas she fucking was.

She tapped her chin then asked, “Can you get head from someone else while in a relationship?”

“What’s the context?”

“Willow!” She swatted me, but I was confused. “The answer is no! It doesn’t matter the context!”

“Aight. Damn.” I chuckled when she shot me a look. “I got you. No head from other females.”

“Lap dances?”

I squinted my eyes, not knowing how to answer. I immediately wanted to say it was cool, but I’d thought a little head here and there was aight, and that was wrong.

When her eyes bucked at me, telling me to answer, I said, “Yes?”

“No!” She hit me again, long ass, thick ass hair flying as she did it. The bracelets she seemingly never removed jingled along.

“Even at the strip club?” I exclaimed, low-key perplexed.

“No! Now you can watch the strippers, even throw money at them while they dance near you, but lap dances, especially private, are a violation.”

“That’s wild.” I ran a hand down my face in disbelief before putting it back behind my head. “I got you though.”

“Good.” She paused to ponder. “What about liking pictures on social media?”

“I mean, I don’t use that shit, so it wouldn’t happen, but that should be aight.”

“Oh my gosh.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “No.”

“A picture, Peep?” I felt my eyes mushroom, and she laughed at the sight.

“That’s how shit starts. You like her picture, she goes to your page to see your fine hood ass. She does some research, sees you’re that nigga, then messages you to suck your dick.”

“Wow. Aight. I got you.”

“Last one. Talking to another girl about your relationship or other emotional things but not sleeping with her or kissing her or anything physical.”

“I definitely would never do no shit like that. That’s some pussy shit. But if a nigga wants to, then long as he ain’t fucking her, it should be—Peep!” I barked when she hit me hard as fuck with her expensive ass, dense ass pillow.

“No, nigga! That’s emotional cheating!”

“Emotional cheating? Fuck is that?”

“Doing everything with another bitch, minus the sexual shit.”

“Aight, shit. What can I do? That list seems like it’ll be short as fuck.”

She fell out into giggles, making me smirk at the sight.

“For you? Nothing, because you ain’t got enough act right yet.” She lay back down beside me, kissing my lips. “Maybe after a few years, you will get some leeway to do what normal boyfriends can.”

“That’s cool.” I snickered. “I ain’t gon’ do nothing crazy, Peep. Just be patient with a nigga.” I leaned over to kiss her forehead.