Page 48 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

ONE WEEK LATER . . .

“Thankfully, them youngins is sleep,” I said, holding the front door of my home open for Banks, her pink duffel bag in my other hand.

“Aww, I wanted to see Wyatt and Waverley, even though Wyatt be talking shit.”

We laughed.

“Daddy gon’ ease up on you, make sure you not so loud.” I popped her on the ass as she strutted past me in them thigh-length shorts. Her body was pure fucking artwork, filled out in all the right places.

“Shut up, Low.” She clipped her long hair up.

“Let me show you what I got.” I waved for her to follow me to the kitchen, opening the fridge once we walked in.

“You got all the stuff I like!” She beamed, reaching in and picking up all the meat, fruit, egg whites, plus the lettuce and tomato for her protein-style hamburgers she liked to eat.

Her perfume wafted over me every time she moved, and being so close to her caused my hand to rest on her hip just to keep her close to a nigga. I kissed her jaw when she stood back upright, making her turn and peck me.

“These too.” I moved over to the counter and picked up the package of pecan sandies, her favorite cookie.

“Thank you, baby.” She hugged my torso, as I bent down some to kiss her before she bit my bottom lip.

“You better relax, Peep.” I put the cookies down, taking her hand in mine to lead her out. “You can store some shit here so you won’t have to bring a bag all the fucking time too,” I said.

I noticed she didn’t say anything, and as soon as we got into my bedroom, I looked to see why. She was just staring at a nigga, smiling as I shut the bedroom door.

“So we share a room now?” she inquired, walking over to my bed and lying across it.

“Nah, you gotta be my wife for that type of shit. I ain’t compromising my space like that for you,” I jested somewhat.

“Yeah right.” She propped herself up on her elbows as she watched me remove my clothing. “You’re obsessed with me.”

“I am.” I lay beside her, wanting to relax a bit before I took a shower.

I noticed the simplest shit that would separate a nigga from her, for example bathing, I tried to defer for as long as possible.

“You came into my life like a fucking bomb, Peep.” I rested my hand on her thigh as I lay back while she sat up, staring down at me.

“A good bomb?”

“Yeah.” I licked my lips. “You went from being just the homie’s little sister that I never fucking thought about, to my world. Now I think about yo’ ass as soon as I open my eyes and just before I close them muthafuckas.”

I was 90 percent sure I was in love with Banks’s ass, but I didn’t wanna tell her and make her feel like she had to say the shit back. Additionally, I didn’t wanna say it and she never said the shit back.

Growing up with a mother like mine, who constantly put a nigga down, had me developing a complex, and because nobody in my life loved me genuinely and only because of what I did for them or provided for them, it was easy for me to believe that shit.

My siblings loved me—if they even did—because I took care of their asses.

Asif and Free fucked with me because it was part of the game.

Banks was the only person in my life who fucked with me just because she wanted to and didn’t really need to.

Therefore, I didn’t wanna taint this shit by putting pressure on her to love a nigga.

“So be honest. You didn’t have a crush on me back then?” She squinted at me, making me chuckle.

“Not even a little bit. You was a kid to me, Peep. I’d been around the block and back. Seen shit I had no business witnessing and had more bodies than a fucking cemetery, so I wasn’t interested in someone I saw as a little ass girl and who was a little ass girl.”

“I was eighteen at one point.”

“Still. That wasn’t no woman to me. I was twenty-two, fucking on women in their mid-thirties.”

“So that’s why you chose Rue over me? I was a little girl.” She rolled her pretty, sparkling ass eyes.

“You wasn’t an option, Peep. You wasn’t even in the running, so how could I choose someone over you? Plus, I never actually chose Rue.”

“You made her your girlfriend though.”

I pondered for a bit, wondering how I could explain.

“You ever not give a fuck to the point where you don’t even correct a muthafucka pushing their way into ya life? Like, you let them say whatever and do whatever because at the end of the day, it has no bearing on reality or how you feel?”

“I think so.”

“That was Rue. I was doing me, and her claiming me or acting like my girl didn’t infringe upon shit I was doing or wanted to do. I could still fuck with other females. I could go days without talking to her and more. Whatever she put out into the world or told herself didn’t affect me.”

She nodded and said, “That’s how it was with Trayvon. I didn’t care about him saying I was his girl, introducing me to his parents, or even mapping out our future, because it wasn’t going to happen unless I said it would. And I also wouldn’t stop dating around because of his plans or thoughts.”

“Exactly.” I nodded, feeling good that she grasped that shit easily since old boy had been her Rue.

“Have you fucked Gaia?” she asked randomly, and I could tell she already knew the answer but wanted to hear the shit from me. “You never outright confirmed.”

Due to it being the second time she’d asked me, I said, “Yeah.”

“You liked her or something?” Her pretty face bunched as she lay beside me, propping her head up on her fist.

“No. She was convenient pussy for me to fall into when I ain’t feel like going out for it. She got a man though.”

“Yeah, so she says.” Banks’s eyes latched onto mine. “As much as women throw themselves at you, you shouldn’t need convenience.”

“Huh?”

“Huh?” She mocked me. “You don’t see how they stare you down at Free’s parties? They make sure to walk by several times so you know they’re there. Laugh a little harder when you make a joke.”

“Guess I just be paying too much attention to you to notice ’em.” I shrugged, keeping it honest. I couldn’t take my fucking eyes off Banks no matter how much I tried when I had her with me.

“Good answer.” She gave her famous smirk. “I didn’t have to do too much to get your attention anyway.”

“Nah, you didn’t, but you still was doing little shit. I liked it though.”

“You are lying!” She laughed.

“I’m not though.” I turned my body some to reach around and squeeze her plump ass.

“Showing me yo’ tattoos, knowing where they at on ya body, on FaceTime, not wearing panties in them little ass nighties when a nigga came through, and not giving a fuck what I saw when you’d be in them little ass fits either—showing pussy and everything. ”

She tossed her head back to chortle, knowing damn well I was telling the fucking truth.

“In my defense, that’s just how I dress around the house.”

“Don’t stop either.” I pecked her slowly. “Had you not been a virgin, though, Peep, I could’ve hit like day four of us kicking it.”

We cackled in unison.

“Probably so.” She nodded. “I can’t help it. You’re fine as fuck and just perfect. Ugh.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” She caressed the side of my face, peering down into my eyes. “I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I wanted you.”

Without another word, we started kissing, and I wasted no time yanking her sleeveless shirt up over her head before shoving down her shorts and panties.

She sat up on her feet and helped me out of my wife beater, before pushing down my boxers enough to pull my dick out.

“What you doing?” I asked, surprised she was about to mount me since she hadn’t mastered that shit yet.

Gripping my dick in her small hand, she positioned herself above me, then started to press down. As I broke through her opening, we both moaned in ecstasy as she started to leak down my shaft.

Keeping her feet flat on either side of me and her legs open, she started to glide up and down me, biting down on her bottom lip while whimpering.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her eyes trained on mine.

“Keep going, you almost got it all,” I coached, gripping her hips so I wouldn’t cum. “Peep, hop off when I tell you to, please ,” I begged, not knowing when I would blow.

Her tight, wet, warm pussy was too much for a nigga, even with as slow as she was moving.

“Ah!” She gasped once she hit the base of me, my whole dick inside of her at this point.

Licking her lips, she resumed bouncing on me, speeding up a little bit as I reached up to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples.

She sped up more, glistening pussy springing up and down as I watched in awe. Her body shook and froze as she came before turning her body around, keeping me inside.

I watched, jaw damn near on my chest as she maneuvered her legs into splits, her back to me as she started to bounce in the position. Her hands palmed my legs for leverage, and once she felt stable, she continued bobbing up and down on my dick while in a split.

Her shit was beyond wet, dampening the surrounding area of my crotch and lower abdomen.

“Fuck.” I grumbled, watching her plump ass bounce and her coat my shaft with her sopping wet pussy.

The sight of her in reverse cowgirl, plus in the split, and the feel of her walls was too fucking much.

“Chill out, Peep. You gon’ get knocked the fuck up,” I called out as lowly as I could as she sped up, pussy gripping like a fist.

I knew I sounded like a bitch, and I felt like one, too, sweating bullets and feeling my toes start to curl as I spanked her ass, causing her to whimper as she came, getting even wetter.

It didn’t take long for me to bust in that position, and unfortunately, I didn’t have time to get her freaky ass off of me because I couldn’t find my voice to tell her I was close.

I now understood how the right woman could demolish niggas’ pull-out game.