Page 44 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“Willow.” I turned toward him more. “I thought you said you needed more places to clean your money.”

“I do.” He lay on his back, hands behind his head, so I straddled him. “You know I can’t think like that.”

“Try.”

“Building that shit is gon’ bring on a lot of attention, and attention equals the FEDS, Peep.”

“Then don’t do it the drug dealer way. Get a business loan so that if they do come knocking, everything checks out.”

“Loan. I don’t even have a fucking credit card; only debit.”

“Well, my family’s bank does secured loans, so you’ll do that first, because you have more than enough money to fund the business. That will boost your credit, and then you go from there.”

“Sounds like you gon’ help a nigga out then.” One of his hands fell to the side of my thigh.

“I will. We can do it tomorrow.”

“I thought you was busy? Lying ass.”

“Nope. I just cleared my schedule; however, I still can’t cook, so you need to take me to Maestros.”

“Anything else?”

“Chanel and some Louis Vuitton would be nice too.”

“Say no more.” He kept a serious face, surprising me.

“Really?”

“Yes. Fuck I would be joking for? Get whatever you want after we handle business.”

“Okay.” I beamed, bending down to kiss his lips.

As I was about to climb off him, he stopped me, shaking his head no as he started to push my spaghetti strapped shirt upward.

“I love these.” He palmed my breasts.

“They’re barely there.” I moaned a bit as he fondled them, eyes teeming with lust.

“They’re perfect. Just like everything else on you. Perfect pussy, titties, ass, face, mind, eyes, hair.” He sat up to suck on my neck and collarbone as he talked, hands groping at my ass.

No more words were spoken as our lips welded together in a passionate kiss.

Tonight, we tried the position with me on top, but since I still wasn’t quite ready for that yet, it forced Low to flip me onto my back and pound me until we finished.

The next night . . .

Today had been eventful, and Low stuck to his word as I knew he would. After I helped him fill out the applications on the St. Thomas Financial website, he took me on a no-budget shopping trip, a few jewelry stores included. I was wearing my new thirty thousand dollar watch tonight!

I’d gotten so much shit that I low-key felt bad, but not bad enough to turn down the amazing meal and drinks at Maestros.

Now, it was a little after eight p.m., and we were back at his house, preparing to go back to Free’s since he was having one of his infamous kickbacks that he seemed to throw every damn week.

I’d dropped most of my new shit off at home, only taking the new perfume, jewels, and outfit I planned to wear tonight. I was able to wash and dry it here, so now I was putting the finishing touches on my look for the night, spritzing a little of my perfume into my hair.

“You look too fucking good for this simple ass kickback, Peep.” Low came up behind me as I stood in the mirror within his room.

And no, he didn’t just have a full-length mirror, because Low wasn’t exactly a fashionista or a nigga who stood in the mirror checking himself out—he’d gotten one and had it delivered today, just for the days I stayed over.

It was crazy to me that he was that fine and not full of himself. Hell, if I looked like him, I would be carrying a compact mirror on me, even as a man.

“It’s just a dress and boots.” I grinned as he moved my hair to kiss on my neck.

“It’s just a dress and boots on somebody else.

It’s art on you.” He stepped back to take my hand and spin me around slowly.

Stepping back into our back-to-chest embrace, he continued.

“Everything is like poetry when it come to you, Peep.” His face held a seriousness that let me know he wasn’t joking.

“The sex. The way you dance. The knowledge you be dropping. Your smell, your hair, just . . . every fucking thing.”

“Even how much I want when shopping?” I smirked, making him do the same.

“I wouldn’t even approach a woman with seven rich brothers and rich parents, trying to make her shop at Ross and dine at Denny’s, Peep.

I ain’t in the business of humbling women—no nigga should be.

You fuck with the women you can afford, not try to make her affordable.

” He kissed my ear then smacked my ass once he released me.

“Plus, what you spent, I make back in less than fifteen minutes. Step ya game up.”

“Whatever. We’ll see about that.” I smiled as his big hand wrapped around mine to lead me out. “Wait. Let me pee.” I ventured back to go relieve myself then wash my hands.

As I stepped out of Low’s bedroom, I smelled smoke wafting from under Wyatt’s door, making me storm across the hall and barge in.

“Got damn!” Wyatt shot up from his bed, frantically twisting back-and-forth trying to find a place to hide his blunt.

“Nigga, I can smell that shit all in the damn hallway.” I waved it out before he finally ashed it, still perplexed. “Why didn’t you show up to your shift this morning?”

I’d been meaning to ask him about it since Presley messaged me, but Low was always around, and I didn’t wanna get Wyatt into trouble. But since Low was in the living room, this was the perfect time.

His mouth fell agape, closed, then fell open again before he shrugged. “I needed a day off, aight?” He shook his head in an irritated manner. “Why you even care?”

“Are you joking? I?—”

“Nah, I’m not joking. Seems like you care more about everything else than what I’m doing,” he said, stunning me.

Exhaling, I replied, “Wyatt, I got you the job to help you and have been busy with other things. I apologize. I should’ve checked on you.”

I felt like shit, even though I didn’t think he’d care.

I figured the less he saw me or I bothered him, the better since he was always so spooked around me.

The charity event at the park was the first time he said more than two words to me and didn’t try to dart away, I guessed because of the relaxed nature of the event.

“Yeah, you been busy with my brother.” He picked his iPhone up to scroll on it, putting his back against his headboard.

I was about to respond until I caught onto what the hell was happening.

“Do you have a crush on me?” I grinned as I stepped further into the room.

He sucked his teeth as if I were crazy for even assuming, but when I lifted my brows, he said, “Maybe.”

“You know I’m a grown ass woman, right?”

“I’m mature.”

I laughed at that because he was everything but.

“While I’m flattered, Wyatt, I’m an adult, I’m your brother’s woman—something I want to continue being—and one day you will meet a pretty girl your age and forget all about me.” I winked.

“Will she be as fine as you? ’Cause yo’ brother wouldn’t even let me look at Harmony.”

“She’ll be finer,” I assured him.

“I doubt it, but I guess I can’t win ’em all.” He shrugged, standing.

“Can you accept my apology with a hug? Not too tightly, because you reek and I smell amazing.”

He obliged me then stepped back to say, “Can you be a little quieter at night or tell my brother stop fucking you so hard? I could barely sleep last night. Low-key, I thought he was killing you.”

“Shut your ass up!” I swung at him playfully, shielding my embarrassment as he laughed.

“I’m serious.” He trailed me out before dipping off to the bathroom.

“You aight?” Low asked me as soon as I came down to the living room.

“Yes, why?”

“Thought yo’ stomach hurt or some shit ’cause you was in the fucking bathroom so long,” he talked as we walked out into the driveway.

“I’m fine.” I nodded, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. When he joined me on the other side, I said, “Your brother asked me to ask you stop fucking me so hard because I’m loud.”

Low cracked up as he reversed and sped off onto the street.

“My bad, Peep. You be loud even when I go slow, so I can’t help him out there. Little nigga better put on some headphones until further notice, because I’ll be damn if I stop getting that.”

“So I’m too loud, huh?” I folded my arms.

“I like it. I like hearing you, recognizing when you about to cum.” He leaned over to kiss me at the red light. “You know you the best I ever had, right?”

“Nigga, please. Your fine ass been fucking bitches since I was in the womb, probably, and seasoned ones at that.”

“I def wasn’t fucking at four, Peep.” He grinned, sliding onto the freeway. “I’m serious though. Most pussy is good enough, but the tighter and wetter, the better. I don’t know how you do it, but that shit be extra fucking wet.”

“Okay, Willow. I don’t wanna hear this.”

My sisters-in-law always complained about how my brothers would recap their sex sessions for them as if they weren’t there too and how mortifying it was. Now, I understood them fully.

“Nah, but being inside you feels amazing. A nigga’s toes be curling and shit. Never had weak legs until you.” He licked his lips as if he were thinking about it. “Real shit, knowing I’m the only one feels good too.”

“Maybe I should fuck a couple niggas at the kickback tonight to be sure I wanna be locked down by you then.” I made like I was thinking on it, ignoring and trying not to laugh at how his attention kept toggling between the freeway and me.

“Ain’t no nigga dumb enough to fuck you tonight, but in case they are, I got some shit in my trunk. First pussy I would ever go out sad over,” he admitted as I laughed, reaching over to massage the nape of his neck.

“You’d do anything for me, huh?”

“Necessary and unnecessary.”

“Even a threesome with another man?”

“Mhm.” He nodded sarcastically, and I burst into laughter, knowing his crazy ass probably wished for that so he could have a nigga to kill.

Bff: Here. Where are you?

Me: Pulling up now.

Bff: That bitch is here.

My stomach dropped at Kailey’s text, knowing she was referring to Gaia. Of course she was.

Bff: Should I run up?

Me: Lol yes.

Bff: Stop Banks because you know I will!

I locked my phone just as Low parked in the midst of about twenty other vehicles in front of Free’s remote and vast ass mansion. I could hear “I Get Around” by Tupac playing, making me shake my head as Low smirked while helping me from his car.

“Is that the theme of the night?” I questioned.

“Not for me,” Low replied, and I don’t know why, but that simple sentence made my heart flutter. I knew he would say something like that, but even as expected as it was, it had an effect on me, making me nudge him for a kiss.

As soon as we stepped inside of the big ass house, I immediately began scouring the room for Kailey.

She found me rather quickly, rushing up and wiggling her brows at Low and me.

The girls in attendance were already sizing me up, fake smiling, or walking by purposely in effort to get Low’s attention so he’d know they were present.

It was somewhat amusing to me how low some of these bitches would go, all for a ducked off fuck and nothing more.

“Girl, I think I’m already tipsy,” Kailey notified me as I giggled.

We made our way through, Kailey in tow, over to where Free, Taye, Jere, and a few other men I somewhat recognized were.

“Want a drink or something?” Low asked me as Kailey and I sat on the couch in the boisterous room, a cacophony of voices engulfing it.

“Yes. I want a drink and something.”

“You?” He looked to Kailey.

“Drink, please!” She sort of slurred just as Low swaggered off, dapping up a few of the niggas on the way.

I did my best to stay bolted to this couch damn near every time I saw a girl touch him in effort to speak. Low would oblige them for a second tops before keeping it moving, thankfully.

My view of him was snatched when I noticed Gaia switching over. She was cute, in that LA hood bitch way, tattoos embedded in her light complexion. She wore a tube dress, Old Skool Vans, and a few bracelets and necklaces. Her finger-wave short cut was in place like the last time I’d seen her.

“Hi.” She sat on the other side of me, making Kailey roll her eyes exaggeratedly. “I just want to apologize for the impression I gave you at your brothers’ event. I hope we still have a chance to be cool.”

“Yeah, whatever.” I nodded. I would never be cool with her, and it had nothing to do with her fucking Low, because that was before me.

It was her intent to make sure I knew who she was in hopes that I became insecure.

I was young, but I was a woman, and I knew the games some of us played.

She wanted me to know she fucked Low or either go insane thinking he would or still was.

She was hoping my insecurity would cause such a riff between Low and me that we’d break up.

Or, even better for her ego, he would tire of my accusations and fall back into her pussy.

As Low approached, eyes bouncing between Gaia and me as he held Kailey’s and my cup, I smiled at him, watching him physically relax at the fact that Gaia hadn’t ruined the night.

“What you doing over here?” he interrogated, eyes on her.

Shooting up from the seat like there were hundreds of pin needles poking her in the ass, she said, “Nothing. Just talking to wifey.” She giggled it off as Low sat where she once was.

“Make it the last time,” was all he said before she dismissed herself.

“Do you think you’re gonna have to beat her ass?” Kailey asked me lowly.

“I hope not,” I replied, just as Taye came over to sit beside Kailey, clearly attempting to shoot his shot.