Page 64 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“I don’t think being a virgin would’ve worked for me, because I first met my man in threesome. I probably wouldn’t have done it had I not had some experience, especially after I saw that thing,” Scotland said drunkenly. “Nor would I have been so willing to fuck a nigga in jail.”

We giggled, some of the ladies commenting on her.

“Same. My husband’s dick is too big, and he fucks too well,” Anastazia blurted, the alcohol clearly getting to her because she wasn’t the type to divulge anything about her sex life with Asif.

The room froze before everyone doubled over in laughter, me grunting in disgust in the midst of mine, while everyone else, especially Kailey , animatedly applauded Stazi.

“He would’ve had to chase virgin Anastazia around the room to even get to me,” she added, making us laugh harder.

“Then I would’ve been stalking his ass once he did. ”

“Would’ve been on that nigga’s bumper after that dickdown like glitter on a stripper, huh, Stazi?” Bambi queried, making Anastazia nod in amusement while we chortled in reaction.

“I’m still on him like that, but thankfully, the affection is returned. Virgin me would’ve been driving past his penthouse at night and got the cops called on me.”

“Oh my gosh!” I called out, cracking up. “I’m imagining him chasing you though.”

“Me too!” Kabrina called out.

My side was now in pain, watching Scotland chase Anastazia around the table as if she were my brother while the room guffawed.

“I am fucking dead!” Presley wiped her teary eyes, cackling.

“Told you I knew what I saw in them sweats,” Kailey whispered against my ear, and I nudged her off playfully while frowning.

“Well Banks, you aren’t the only one. I lost my virginity to Khari and only had one other outside of him, which I could’ve done without,” Couture informed me.

“You did? I don’t know why I didn’t come to that conclusion on my own,” I said. They’d been together since high school, so of course.

“I did. Although he was no virgin and was already freaked the fuck out at seventeen, ruining the springs on my little ass twin bed. I can still hear my mama going off on me asking what the fuck was I doing ’cause she’d just bought that mattress,” she said, and we all cackled loudly.

The night carried on, but it felt like it was just getting started. So once we ate the amazing, orgasmic dessert, we filed back into the spacious living room.

We turned on some music with our refreshed cocktails and began dancing. When “POWER” by YG came on, Anastazia, Scotland, Yolani, and Kabrina got hype, so it was clear they loved this song.

We were everywhere, dancing all over the room, even standing on tables and couches.

“ She want a gangbanger to come through and slay her .” We all shouted YG’s words over and over, making the bartender, chef, and his assistant laugh as they cleaned up.

“That’s why y’all always pregnant! Y’all ho’s is fast!” Bambi laughed drunkenly, commenting on Stazi and Scotland twirling their asses salaciously and in sync as they stood on their knees on the couch, holding their drinks in the air.

Her comment made us laugh and agree as the duo flicked Bambi off playfully.

“They both gon’ be pregnant with baby number five before the year is over,” Analicia said, the ladies endorsing her comment with squeals and hand slaps.

Eventually, we tired out after dancing all over to several songs, especially when vodka based cocktails had been our drink of choice instead of some H2O.

As we calmed down some, just talking now that the staff had gone home for the night, Couture sat upright like a pin needle, eyes wide.

“What?” Presley queried.

“You didn’t hear that? Shhhh!” Couture waved at everybody who was still talking.

We froze, ears perked, and it sounded like some people were coming up to the house.

“Fuck. Did anybody bring a gun?” Kabrina asked.

“Damn. Let’s make sure someone is even here first,” Analicia replied, making Kabrina shrug with her eyes closed, lips against the glass of alcohol she’d been nursing.

“I heard a deep voice, bitch.” Scotland’s eyes mushroomed, signaling that she was scared.

Kailey hopped over the back of the couch against all the protesting whisper shouts of my sisters and peered through one of the expensive curtains slightly before widening her eyes and jogging back over to us.

“What?” I asked, getting scared now, but thankfully, I kept my gun in my bag.

“It’s Nique, Lequay, Sif, and—” Before she could finish, Anastazia, Scotland, Yolani, and Kabrina hopped to their feet and ran to the back of the house as if this were a drug bust or the show Cops , just as a key slipped into the door.

“Wait, what the fuck is happening?” Bambi guffawed, looking at Analicia and Presley who were relaxed now that it wasn’t a burglar or their husbands.

“Where the ass shakers go?” Unique stepped in, scanning the room for his wife.

“Huh?” I questioned, too drunk to care that two of the brothers I was barely on speaking terms with had walked in.

“We seen the video,” Cemone clarified for me dryly.

“Video?” I frowned before my eyes landed on Kailey smiling, guiltily.

“I might have filmed a little of our dancing, only to YG though. It was too lit not too!” She stomped her foot.

“Where they at?” Lequay queried as Asif began scouring the expansive living room for his wife.

We stayed silent, not wanting to give up our counterparts’ location.

“So y’all linked up to come here after seeing the video?” Analicia frowned.

“Nah, we was all at my crib kicking it,” Unique answered.

“They back there.” Bambi snitched, pointing down the hall to the bedrooms.

“Bambi!” Couture shouted through plastered giggles.

“I wanna see the drama.” Bambi shimmied, getting more comfortable on the couch as she dug into her second helping of the leftover dessert.

I couldn’t lie; I, too, was entertained as my brothers’ big asses stormed down the elongated hallway in search of their wives. Kailey was still chuckling, recalling the way they bolted to the back once notified of their husbands’ arrivals.

“Stazi, baby, I just wanna talk.” I heard Asif attempt to coax her out of the room.

“Even though y’all all need a fucking spanking!” Unique belted, causing the rest of my brothers to shout at him under their breaths for ruining their plans to fake a treaty with their women.

“They’re so annoying.” I laughed, closing my eyes after texting Low to come get me.

Now that my siblings were here, the party was surely over.

I heard some ruckus before the bedroom door flew open, judging by the sound of it and the loud jovial squeals coming from my sisters-in-law. Unique emerged first, carrying Kabrina from behind.

“You just had a baby a few months ago. You better check the floor and make sure ain’t nothing fall out while you was shaking ass,” he said, and though he and I were beefing somewhat, I couldn’t help but join everyone else in laughter as Kabrina fussed at him through chuckles on their way out.

Lequay and Asif followed with Scotland being thrown over the former’s shoulder and Anastazia being carried bridal style by the latter, doing her best to shield her bottom half in the skimpy dress she wore. Scotland was doing the same, having also worn a tiny dress.

“You stay doing some shit,” Lequay admonished his wife somewhat playfully, heading for the door alongside Asif.

“You ’bout to come shake some ass for the nigga who deserve it,” Asif told Anastazia, making the room giggle as he kissed her neck.

“Instead of on fucking camera,” Lequay added.

“That’s right!” Kailey supported.

“We didn’t know there was a camera!” Scotland defended herself.

“You gon’ pay me?” Anastazia joked.

“Right!” Scotland cheered.

“How much?” Sif paused his steps.

“One million for head, and one and a half for sex,” Anastazia replied, sending us into a fit of giggles.

“Hell yeah!” Scotland agreed.

“That’s it?” Asif frowned, shutting our giggling asses up. “You ain’t charging enough for that gold, love, and I’m speaking from experience. I tell you what though; I’m gon’ take you home, do what I want with it, then ’cause a nigga love you, I’m gon’ pay you what it’s actually worth.”

Lequay laughed at his brother as Anastazia stared up into her husband’s eyes, blushing as if she had a soul deep crush on him while he held her.

“Okay,” she replied, mesmerized.

“Girl!” Bambi shouted, causing laughter as Asif continued out behind Lequay and Scotland.

“A new baby gon’ be here in about nine months,” Analicia said, which we all agreed with.

I noticed Cemone was nowhere to be found, but when soft moans sounded off, interspersed with the music playing, I quickly figured out why.

“I need a nigga to still wanna see me shake my ass and pay me for cooch he don’ had ’bout one hundred times even after I have all his kids,” Kailey said randomly, while staring off in deep intoxicated thought.

“Girl, shut the fuck up, please,” I replied, making Bambi, Analicia, Couture, and Presley laugh.

“How long before y’all rides come? Khari is on the way, and we need the house to ourselves.” Couture checked the time on her Patek.

“Y’all been together the longest and still act like honeymooners,” Bambi acknowledged, causing her best friend to redden and grin.

Only ten minutes later, and only a few minutes after Yolani and Cemone emerged from the back, looking happy but disheveled and guilty, Low came to the door.

“This bitch.” Kailey laughed as I hopped up quickly, grabbing my things so I could greet him.

“You’ll get it soon, watch,” Analicia said.

“Nah, I don’t think a man could ever make me run. I don’t workout. I’m naturally fine,” she slurred, forgetting that she was a whole ballet dancer and that attributed to her taut body.

“You find one who is fine, tall, keeps money, takes care of you, has good dick, and is faithful, you’ll be asking how high when that nigga says to jump.” Couture schooled her, my other sisters-in-law plus Bambi agreeing.

“You may have a point.” Kailey bobbed her head languidly.

“Exactly.” I pulled the door open. “Hi.” I hugged his neck just before he kissed me.

“Damn.” Low chuckled. “Let me get yo’ ass to the crib ASAP.” His teeth sunk down into his lip as he gripped my ass distastefully. “Y’all good?” He peeked in, causing a clamor of yeahs and yeses to sound off.

As soon as we got into his car, I ignored him asking me how my night was as I reached to unzip his pants after clipping my hair up. Like a good boy, Low shut the hell up and drove while I sucked him off until completion.

“Let me see,” I said, slipping into the dressing room where Low was trying on the clothes I’d suggested. “Ooh. Do you like this?” I ran my hand down the fly ass Valentino shirt.

“You like it?” He stared into the mirror, thick brows bunched together.

“I’m asking you, babe.” I smiled.

“I only give a fuck about what you think and what you like, Peep,” he answered honestly, still studying his reflection.

Hugging him from behind, I said, “I like you in anything. You’re a fine, black man, so whatever you put on I will like.”

He eyed me through the mirror before that familiar smirk graced his sexy face like it always did when I complimented him.

“Don’t be taking my lines.”

“I’m not trying to.” I released him, going around to inspect him further. “You make anything look good.”

“That’s you. Shit ain’t ever just with you.”

“Huh?”

“It’s just a dress on the next bitch, but it’s a hell of a fucking dress on you, Peep. That goes for any fucking thing you wear. Even them fucking Crocs,” he expounded, staring down into my eyes and moving a stray piece of hair from my face.

I smirked, shaking my head since he always talked shit about my Crocs.

“I love you,” I admitted, hugging his torso and inhaling the woodsy but clean vanilla scent of his cologne.

He pecked me then lifted his head to stare in the mirror over my head before saying, “I am handsome, huh?”

“Very.”

We kissed a few more times before breaking apart and continuing the shopping trip. He made good on his promise, buying me the few things I wanted.

He even surprised me by having booked a private shopping appointment with Chanel in advance, something he admitted he didn’t know how to do but had requested help from my mom. Somehow, the fact that he asked for help was more romantic than the appointment itself.

After shopping, we dropped the bags off and then stopped by 208 Rodeo for an early dinner.

“These fries good as fuck. I’m gon’ order another to take with me.” He shoved a bunch into his heavenly mouth.

“They are.” I drank some of my water. “Lequay agreed to rally all of my brothers up.”

“You sure it ain’t no setup? ’Cause that nigga was hot at the park.” Low sipped his soda through the straw.

“I’m sure.” I chuckled. “He wouldn’t do that, and he promised me. You know, he actually said he fucked with how you didn’t back down even when guns were pulled,” I revealed.

Low shrugged a shoulder, non-verbally saying that was nothing to him. I knew him well enough to read his body gestures without words.

“Niggas and niggas with guns don’t scare me. Now, had he dropped into some Bruce Lee fighting stance, that might’ve made a nigga back off. I do street fights, none of that other kicking in the air shit,” he said, making me chortle louder than I wanted, but at least we were dining outside.

“I don’t blame you. I’m not fighting a bitch that can Mortal Combat kick my ass all over the room either.”

Chuckling, Low sat back and watched me for a beat. “But yeah, I been ready to link up with them niggas.”

“It’s only five against one now since you got Asif and Lequay on your side; my daddy too.”

Though I was confident and thankful for that fact, my more hotheaded brothers were on the opposing team, which worried me.

“I don’t need the backup, but I do appreciate it.

” He sat up some, lacing his fingers atop the table.

“I’ll do anything necessary for you, Peep.

Whether it’s to make you happy, keep you safe, or get you yo’ fucking respect.

I’m not worried ’bout who against me or who with me, but I wanna get along with them niggas for you and a little bit for Sif.

You deserve to have ya family that you love so much and the nigga who loves you too. ”

“I love him as well.” I reached across, opening my palm to request his hand.

He indulged me, leaning down to kiss the inside of my palm, his eyes closing as he did so. Sitting back upright, he intertwined our fingers, his eyes latching onto mine. The setting sun made his deep brown skin sort of glow, making him even more mesmerizing than usual.

“I been falling in love with you since Vegas, Peep, and I keep wondering when I’m gon’ hit the ground.” He examined my hands for a second. “Don’t seem like I ever will though, ’cause every minute we spend together reminds me that a nigga is still falling.”