Page 31 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“Peep, man . . . I don’t know what you doing to a nigga, but I couldn’t stop the shit if I wanted to.

” He dragged his mouth along my jawline.

“And everything they saying in this fucking song is some real shit.” His hands ran amuck all over my body as he talked lowly and sensually.

“I don’t own the world, but anything in my possession, you can have it. You already got it.”

My eyes fluttered closed as I luxuriated in the feel of his hands, his mouth, and most importantly, his words.

His mouth cascaded down past my face and neck, sucking on the tops of my breasts.

He groaned, realizing I didn’t have on a bra before nudging the slinky dress down and hungrily taking a nipple into his mouth.

As he switched between my two breasts, his fingers pushed my panties to the side from behind, just before he brushed the pads of his fingers against my mound, languidly dragging it back and forth, teasing my opening and making me whimper in pleasure.

He bit down softly on my nipple before vacuuming it back into his mouth as he continued to sweep between my lower lips lazily but with pressure.

“Fuck, you wet,” he groaned, speeding up very slightly.

“I’m gonna cum,” I notified, clinging to him just before he captured my mouth with his, sending me over the edge with his fingers.

My legs gave out, but he was holding me tightly enough to keep me upright.

After I came back from my full body shivers and shudders, Low removed his fingers from my panties, adjusting them back to their original position, before licking my natural sap from his fingers.

“Mmm.” He grunted against my mouth, sucking my lips.

“That’s the second time you made me cum with no real sexual action.”

“I know.” He half-smiled, pecking me and chuckling at my shock.

“You did that stuff while I was stretching on purpose?” I was befuddled.

“I did. I mean, at first it was accidental, but when I noticed the look on your face, I realized I was turning yo’ little fast ass on, so I kept doing it.”

I threw my head back to chortle, still in his strong arms while we swayed to our own beat since the song had now changed.

“Yeah, I?—”

“Get the fuck out!” Low barked at Free who had barged in. Thankfully, my exposed breasts were pressed against Low whose back was to the door.

“Nigga, fuck you! This my house!” Free retorted before backing out and slamming the door. “Aye, Banks got this nigga in there slow dancing and shit!” he announced to the party, the large hallway echoing his voice enough for us to hear as well.

“This nigga.” Low scoffed, releasing me so I could fix the straps of my dress. I was too busy laughing still as Low led me out of the room by hand, yelling, “Why the fuck was you even playing that damn song?”

“Shit. It’s thick with fine niggas out here, but I’m faithful.” Kailey adjusted her top for the fifth time today. It was basically a bra, but she swore it was a shirt once pulled down correctly.

“Faithful? You’re single.” I frowned, feeling the hot sun beam down on me as I adjusted my Gucci baseball cap.

“Don’t let my man Sif hear you say that,” she shot back, making me chortle and shake my head.

“Shut the hell up, Kailey.” I waved her off as she giggled, finger waving to some nigga who’d nodded his head to her as a come hither instead of walking up to her and speaking like a real man.

Today, my brother Cemone was having his usual charity basketball game, but he’d partnered with Asif’s Summer Toy Drive, so it was all kinds of niggas out here.

For the women on the prowl, it was similar to a buffet, no matter what kind of man you wanted.

Cemone brought out the millionaire ball players, while Asif brought out the caked-up street niggas and millionaire CEOs.

The food, alcohol, ice cream, and other desserts were plentiful, so this big ass park was the place to be at the moment.

Nipsey Hussle was the soundtrack for this hot ass afternoon as people busied themselves by either watching the basketball game, playing games, piling their plates, drinking, dancing, flirting, or trying all of the above.

“Baby girl, do you wanna help with serving the food or working on the toys?” Anastazia came up to me, hugging both Kailey and me.

“Toys, please. I don’t feel like arguing with these people who claim I’m stingy with the food,” I said, making her giggle as she wrote it down. “Okay, Leeci is gonna be there with you. What about you, Kailey?”

“I’ll do food, I guess.” She huffed. “And I won’t give extra food to the cute niggas,” she added before Stazi could tell her.

“Okay. Glad we’re in agreement.” She smiled, her long curly hair moving rapidly in the subtle breeze.

As Anastazia went on her way, I scoped the whole park, spotting the rest of my sisters-in-law helping or sitting in their husband’s lap.

Finally, my eyes landed on Low and mainly because he was already watching me.

I simpered, admiring his tall, stocky tattooed frame in the red basketball shorts, wife beater, socks, and Gucci slides.

His chain and watch were a beautiful gold color, complementing his brown, syrupy complexion.

I wanted to rush him and kiss him, but I would save that for later when I could sneak and do it. Tomorrow, since everyone was in town, we would be telling my brothers about us, and I was anxious as hell.

“Oooooh!” Kailey said, making me nudge her.

“Shut up.” I grinned, but it soon faded as a light-skinned chick with finger waves and a tube dress on, blocked the view of my man.

“Hey, I’m Gaia.” She beamed, making Kailey’s lip curl instantly.

“Hi, Gaia. Do I know you?” I questioned. It wasn’t often that random women introduced themselves to me, so I was already on alert, just as Kailey was.

“I’m close with Willow.” She shrugged one shoulder, batting her lashes and beaming brighter than the sun above us. “I noticed y’all making eyes across this big ass park, so I thought I should introduce myself.”

“Hmm.” I bobbed my head, grasping exactly what she was doing. She’d used his full name to indirectly tell me they were very close. “I have never heard your name come from his mouth or even his peoples’ mouths.”

Her face fell slightly as Kailey instigated with sounds beside me.

“Maybe he didn’t want you to be bothered by it.

But I am not a threat, girl. I think y’all are so cute.

” She stared into my eyes, and I stared right back into hers, hoping she knew I had caught onto her little childish game of ‘let me make the man I like’s bitch aware of me.

’ “Oh, and”—she scooted closer and lowered her voice—“I won’t say anything. ”

“Say anything?”

“To Sif. I know how protective he is of you, and he made it clear you were off limits to Low and anybody else in our circle.”

Our circle. I was sure she was in no circle of Asif St. Thomas.

I chuckled, giving Kailey a look before sarcastically saying, “Thanks, girl.”

Gaia bobbed her head with a closemouthed smile before turning away and switching off.

She went right over to where Low, Free, and Taye were sipping out of red Solo cups and stood beside Low.

Free’s lips moved, most likely saying something funny, and Gaia’s hand landed on Low’s tatted bicep, to which he absentmindedly moved.

I didn’t know if he did it for my benefit or not, but it seemed natural like he did it anytime she touched him.

“Who the fuck is she?” Kailey read my mind.

“I’ll find out,” I assured.

It was time for Kailey and me to split up so she could take over for Scotland and Presley, to serve food alongside Harmony and Couture.

“Aye, who is that?” Wyatt asked me, making me look to where his attention was focused.

Chuckling, I said, “That’s my niece Harmony.”

“Damn.” Wyatt’s eyes stared a hole in my niece, who was newly fourteen and very pretty, with her father’s eyes and long but wild, curly hair.

“Fuck is you looking at?” Khari appeared out of nowhere as I smothered my laugh to start rearranging the toys people had already dropped off.

“No-nothing, sir. Uncut—sir.” Wyatt was trembling like a leaf on a tree, and it was hard not to snicker.

“She ain’t happening, aight?” Khari let him know, and Wyatt nodded profusely. “How fucking old is you anyway? You look twenty-five.” Khari closed the gap between them, making Wyatt stumble back.

“He’s sixteen, Khari. Relax.” I defended Wyatt, tugging him by the wrist to help me after relieving Analicia.

Khari stared at him for a beat, then swaggered off, going to stand between his wife and daughter, eyes still on Wyatt.

“Guess I can come help.” A deep, familiar voice caused my stomach to backflip and do several grand jetés.

“Yes, that would be nice,” I told Low as he set his cup down, allowing me to instruct him and Wyatt. Once I noticed the latter was out of earshot, taking down names and accepting toys some ways in front of us, I asked, “Who is Gaia?”

I watched Low freeze for a moment with the doctor Barbie box in his hand as if he’d lost power before he got back to sorting.

“She do some work for me. Why?” His forehead creased.

“You fucked her, huh?” I surmised.

Before he could answer, the woman of the hour came over.

“Aye, Gaia?—”

“No, since you’re here and wanted to introduce yourself, I figured you could answer.” I turned to her.

“Answer what?” She gave a confused smile, eyes bouncing between Low and me.

Low went to help his brother nearby, leaving her with me.

“Did you fuck Low? Is that why you’re like a dog to a hydrant, introducing yourself to me?” I cocked my head.

“No!” She burst into laughter, but I was stale faced, finding nothing about her lying funny. “I got a man.” She searched the party with her eyes for a bit, then pointed, saying, “See!”

I looked to find some loser looking nigga seated at a bench with a plate of food. He looked uncomfortable as if he were afraid a shootout would commence very soon. His eyes kept darting toward his watch to check the time, just before he would bite into his smoky meat.