Page 60 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“Never.” I shook my head, lids lowering at the feel of her soft hands caressing the nape of my neck.

“For as long as I could remember, I ain’t ever been around that nigga.

She claim Wyatt and I got the same father, but I don’t believe that shit.

I was ten when he was born and would’ve recalled her being in that nigga’s presence at that time. ”

I tried to think back, wondering if my own memories were even reliable.

I was so stressed the fuck out even back then, hoping and praying I got enough to eat that day while my classmates were praying for PlayStations and the new Jordans.

However, no matter how deeply I thought or tried to remember, nothing about my father had ever come up.

“That is weird that you never met him, but he was able to give you a sibling.” Banks frowned, mirroring my sentiments.

“She claims they met up somewhere and fucked just before he ghosted her again. I only got that information because she was somewhat sober while pregnant with Wyatt.” I shook my head, feeling the stress and tribulation start to cloak me, so I didn’t wanna discuss the topic anymore. “You got dessert?”

“I do, actually.” She lit up for some reason, shooting to her feet to collect the plates.

I checked both my phones while she was in the kitchen, to be sure nothing was amiss at home or in the field, and by the time I confirmed shit was straight, Banks had switched into the living room, beaming while holding two boxes of Peeps.

One box was the original yellow color, and the other was green, making me squint at the unfamiliar packaging.

“Man, I said some sweet shit.” I grinned, taking the green box to read that it was a sour watermelon flavor.

“This is sweet!” She plopped next to me, opening the original box first before offering me one.

Taking the squishy yellow duck, I inspected it, shocked by the nostalgic feeling it still gave a nigga. Not to mention, that same tranquil joy consumed me, overflowing a bit since Banks was here too.

She pressed her duck to mine in a cheers motion before we both bit into our own. The shit was overly sweet, but I was enjoying the feeling it gave me more so than the taste.

“Let’s see what this one talking about.” I handed her the green box for her to tear into.

We both grabbed one like last time, and she made me perform the cheers motion once again before we bit into it. I watched her, frowning some and realized I was doing the same thing as I processed the weird ass flavor and texture.

“What you think?” she queried.

“Weird but sweet but sour. This is the exact flavor of Peep you are.” I nodded toward it, making her smile. “Thank you for these, baby. For real.” I bobbed my head before leaning over to peck her lips.

“I bought them in hopes that if you tried to break up with me, this would advise you against it.”

Chuckling, I shook my head. “I would never break up with you.”

“You sure?”

“I am.” I took her soft hand into mine, admiring her nails. “That would be like getting an amputation or some shit.”

“Sometimes you have to.” She ate the last bit of her watermelon Peep. “My daddy had to.”

“Yeah, but that was just half his leg. You more important than that.” I looked into her sparkling green and gold eyes.

“So if you had to choose between a limb and me, you’d choose me.”

“I’d choose you over any and everything, so long as it’s not my dick in the equation.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes.

“I need that to please you, Peep. You a freak.”

“I am not.” She giggled, her bright ass smile in combination with these fucking Peep ducks being almost too much for a nigga. This was too much joy in one room.

“You forced me to let you suck my dick one night before I went to sleep.”

“Forced?” She eyed me skeptically. “Nigga, I offered once and you folded.”

“Don’t matter. I was chilling, ’bout to knock out, but here you come, and I had to do it. By law, no man can turn down getting his dick sucked by the woman he love, and you knew that shit.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Shut up.” She stood to her feet, collecting the remainder of the Peeps and taking them into the kitchen. Upon returning, she said, “I’m about to shower. If you wanna come, come.”

I wasted no time, following right behind Banks like a fucking puppy, unable to keep my hands off her until we made it into her large en suite where I only released her so she could turn the shower on.

No words were exchanged as we climbed in, not even allowing the water to fully coat us before we started fucking.

I lasted as long as I could in a few positions, but pounding into her tight walls from behind as the water coated her perfectly round ass as it bounced against me, took a nigga out.

“I hope you know I didn’t go out tonight because I didn’t give a fuck. Kailey invited me to keep my mind off of you, so I went. It was better than staring down my phone waiting for you or trying to stop myself from bothering you,” she spoke as I began to wash her back.

“I know. A nigga just jealous as fuck when it come to you.” I kissed her as she turned to face me. “I don’t like you out in the open for a nigga to steal you. You wouldn’t leave a bag of diamonds on the curb, right?”

“No.” She shook her head, staring up at me as I soaped up the front of her body. “I can’t be stolen from you though.”

“I know. Still.”

After a few moments, she inquired, “Am I really that much of a bitch?”

“Huh?” I laughed, watching her rinse that impeccable ass body off.

“You said I get angry every two days.”

“I was exaggerating, Peep. And it’s more so a little short-lived attitude than you actually being upset,” I explained.

“I’ll work on that.” She sighed as I started to rinse off the soap from my own body. “I’m not used to being jealous. I’m usually the one telling niggas to relax.”

We chuckled in unison.

“You know you the most peaceful fucking thing in my life, right?” I towered over her, bringing her body flush to mine.

“I don’t sound too peaceful if I have an attitude all the time.” She poked her full lips out momentarily, something she did when she was in deep thought or didn’t like what was being discussed.

“You are though. Everything in my life is high stakes. I always gotta be a parental figure and disciplinarian or the boss and the fixer. But with you, I can just be. All I gotta do is protect you, and that comes natural to a nigga. Every moment with you is peaceful for me, Peep, whether you cursing me out, kicking it with me, or letting me fuck you. I’d take you having an attitude for an hour or two over a lot of shit going on around me. ”

“You don’t want a more easygoing type?” She smirked, circling her arms around my neck as she stood on her tiptoes.

“Nah, easygoing women are just that—easy. Anything easy for me is easy for the next nigga too.” I pecked her nose.

“I can’t really explain how you make a nigga feel when I’m around you, but the main thing I can say is that it’s peaceful, relaxing, and I get a sense that everything is gon’ be straight.

The same feeling I used to get eating them Peeps as a kid. ”

Her eyes bounced around mine for a moment before I picked her up, putting her legs around me.

“I love you, Willow.”

Pulling up in the all-black Tahoe without decals and the Philly license plate, I slid into a park outside of the batting cage.

Stepping out with my hood pulled down low, I headed for the entrance of the establishment that I knew was somewhat empty, thanks to a connect. The only person here was the only muthafucka I wanted to be here.

Moseying toward the sound of a baseball bat slamming into the balls once shot out of the pitching machine, my eyes finally landed on Trayvon.

I watched for a moment, shaking my head at how good he was at what he’d planned to do with the rest of his life and how that shit was about to change.

I didn’t feel bad at all, because I’d warned him. Not only did he ignore my warning, but he also went overboard with reaching out to Banks, making it clear he didn’t give a fuck about respecting me or our relationship. Niggas had been put in the ground for less.

I hit the lights to the whole room so that only the light glowing from under the pitching machine illuminated his semicircle batting cage.

“The fuck?” Trayvon murmured, tilting his head back in wonder at what happened to the lights from above.

“I warned you.” I made myself known as I entered his cage, making him stumble back some but then grip the bat tightly as a defense mechanism. “I explained to you that if you reached out to Banks, I was gon’ change ya life.”

“M-man, you better get back!” He sputtered as I started toward him, bringing the bat up to a swinging position that he’d probably had perfected since childhood. “Banks is—” He cut himself off, swinging the bat at me.

The way his eyes mushroomed, flooded with fright when I caught it in my hand was almost humorous.

Snatching it, I whacked his arm with that shit like my name was Barry Bonds, causing him to yowl in pain.

“You still think shit is a game?” I questioned as he cried out.

“Help! Help!” he screamed, stumbling back, and after looking behind him to see there was only one way out of the cage, he started to holler louder. “Help!” He cupped his crushed elbow, tears spilling over.

“It’s just us, my nigga.” I smirked, enjoying the horror sewn into his expression at my revelation.

Swinging again, I connected with his shoulder, then his other elbow, before dropping him by crushing his knees. Once he fell to the floor, I bashed on one set of his fingers, salivating at the sound of his bones cracking all over as he screamed bloody murder.

After a while, his body was almost indistinguishable from a gummy worm as he wailed like a bitch, so I stopped.