Page 71 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“You don’t have to do this shit like I did, and you ain’t got the burden of expected inheritance like Sif, so you got no reason.

And let me tell you, once the judge bang the gavel on yo’ ass on that life sentence or you take ya last breath, won’t be no turning back.

Big brother won’t be able to save you. The world ain’t nice to black men, Wyatt.

Don’t hand these muthafuckas a reason to call you a statistic or make you one. ”

Wyatt nodded, returning my eye contact like a man, which I appreciated more than he knew.

“Can you not tell Banks about all this shit today? Please?”

“Why?” I chuckled curiously, but when he smirked while shrugging, I peeped game. “Aye, I share everything I got with you, but that’s my woman, nigga.” I laughed, and he followed suit. “Find yo’ own. You my kin, so it shouldn’t be too hard for yo’ ass.”

“Oh, it ain’t. Trust me, my nigga.” He scoffed.

“It’s just the girls at school aren’t as pretty and smart as Banks.

It’s just something about her that I can’t explain, but she got it, and they don’t.

” He picked at the grass. “She knows a lot of stuff, and she low-key scares the shit out of me, but I kind of like that.”

We chortled.

“What she has that they don’t is called an aura, Wyatt. And she got it ’cause she’s a woman and they’re girls. Once they become women, some of them will have it as well. I can’t say any woman will amount to Banks St. Thomas, but I’m biased.”

“I hope they get this aura.” He sighed, shaking his head as if this were a huge dilemma. Shit, I preferred this be his issue versus some street shit. “Otherwise, if you fumble Banks, I can just marry her.”

“I won’t. Ever. Now get yo’ ass up and come on.” I shook my head at his ass plotting on my girl.

“Can’t wait until you hear this shit,” one of my workers Mitch said to me as I entered the room with Free behind me.

I took a seat at the card table where he was, Free sitting adjacent to me.

“Play it,” I told him.

Mitch hit the button on his phone so that the voice memo would play. I immediately recognized Gaia’s voice, and judging by her tone, the bitch was pissed the fuck off.

“Wait, who is this?” Mitch quizzed, and I could tell he was blowing out smoke.

“His name is Clayton Booth. He approached me, and we made a deal that if I give him intel on something big within Low’s operation, I will get immunity and a big ass payout to start my life over.

” She inhaled on a blunt. “At least that’s what he thinks, but I plan to get my own operation going out of state, if you’re interested.

You ain’t moving up no time soon with Low.

If he passes off anything, it’ll be to Free,” she talked shit.

My jaw clenched as I listened to her talking on shit she knew nothing about. By the time I retired in the next few years, so would Free. He’d already stated he wasn’t down to do this shit without me or Asif by his side, so once I was done, so was he.

“Stupid ass bitch,” Free grumbled.

“Why out of state?” Mitch prodded.

“’Cause I wouldn’t last here once I snitch on Low. Free would try to smoke me, and then so would Asif. I ain’t fucking stupid. So what do you say?”

“I gotta see you work this shit out first,” Mitch replied, and Gaia sucked her teeth before changing the conversation, so the recording stopped.

“And how the fuck you just come up on this shit?” I queried once Mitch put his phone up.

“I—I ain’t think it was an issue if I smashed her, boss.” His eyes darted to Free, then landed back onto me.

“That ain’t the issue,” I said.

“Well, yeah, I been fucking on her as of very recently. Since the night she fought Banks. This was one of our normal smoke and fuck sessions, and soon as she said she had some shit to run by me, I started recording the conversation,” he explained.

I sat back, eyeing him and trying to get a read on this nigga.

“Swear on my kids, boss. This was last night, and I hit you right up.”

“Send me that shit, delete it, and dip.” I bobbed my head toward the exit.

Mitch nodded his head profusely as his ashy, calloused fingers moved across his phone screen just before my burner buzzed. He then showed me that he was deleting it from his phone and from the barren conversation thread to my burner.

“We good, boss?” He rose.

“Yeah.”

I didn’t know if Mitch was on bullshit or not, hence why I wanted him gone before I discussed anything with Free. Additionally, I wasn’t about to let him know I was against him if he did turn out to be a snake. I had to keep all fucking enemies close.

Free got up to make sure Mitch had left, then returned to the room.

“What you wanna do?” he inquired.

“Put her onto the pickup at the Nevada warehouse,” I said. “I’m gon’ make sure Detective Booth’s little informant gets caught up.”

“Nigga, that’s real weight we gon’ lose though, and she gon’ run her fucking mouth once that happen,” Free rebutted.

Shaking my head, I said, “Nah, I’m gon’ make sure she get caught by my LVMPD connect. He gon’ have to take enough to charge her with big dog years, but the rest we gon’ recoup. She can talk all she fucking want out there, but it ain’t gon’ do her no fucking good.”

Free nodded, absorbing the information.

“Aight.” He slapped my hand, grinning.

I worked for a little bit longer then took my ass home, in disbelief that Gaia, after all these years, had folded all over some dick. Even crazier was that she had a nigga at home but was willing to ruin her fucking life by fucking with me because she lost sexual access.

After Wyatt let me know all was well on the home front, I drove to Banks’s spot.

Entering, I made my way to her bedroom to see she was asleep. Placing my gun on the nightstand nearest the side I slept on, I went to the bathroom to brush, floss, and use mouthwash before climbing into the shower.

Once I dried off, I pulled a pair of boxers from the small ass drawer she allowed me to have, then set them on the nightstand before sliding into the bed behind her.

“You smell good,” I complimented, sucking on her neck as I ran my hand up under the short nightie she had on.

“Low.” She smirked sleepily, placing her hand on top of mine.

Ever since her injury, she’d been too down to give me some, and I wasn’t gon’ press her. But tonight, I needed it. It’d been too fucking long, and it wasn’t just sex that I craved; it was sex with Banks.

My hands ran amuck, gliding up her taut stomach and gripping her small breasts as I pressed my dick against her ass. She craned her neck some, allowing me to kiss her soft ass lips, before I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

“You gon’ let me get some?” I questioned wishfully against her full lips as my hand traveled downward, forcing her legs open once I realized she wore no panties. “Please.” I stroked her clit, causing her legs to gape open even more as she lay on her side.

She didn’t respond as I tugged her nightie upward to remove it, my lips gravitating toward her soft ass skin as I sucked on her shoulder blade. I sucked and licked down her back before doing the same to her ass cheeks, before dragging my tongue along her asshole.

“Mmm.” She cooed just as I removed my hand from toying with her clit to bring it around and push inside of her.

Her pussy was drenched from me playing in that shit, so I was able to push two fingers in immediately. Maneuvering in and out, I used my thumb to flick and play with her bud, while my tongue circled her anus.

I continued finger fucking her while thumbing her clit and licking her ass in succession as she called out, her nails loudly scraping the sheets.

“Put ya leg up,” I instructed her, causing her to pull the leg on top upward to give a nigga more access to her pussy.

It was glistening as she came all over my fingers, crying out. I didn’t slow up, continuously plunging my fingers into her warm, soaked pussy as my thumb circled her clit languidly and my tongue dipped into her ass.

“Low, wait—uh—wait!” she whimpered, and I knew whenever she told me to wait or stop that meant she was experiencing an orgasm that she was unfamiliar with.

Her body trembled as liquid slightly sprayed from her pussy onto my fingers. Retrieving my fingers, I moved down to suck on her pussy a little bit as she came down from her orgasm. Her body continued to tremble a little as I did so, making her push my head away as I laughed.

Getting behind her since she was still on her side, I lifted her leg since she was too spent to, and pushed my way inside of her tight ass walls.

“Fuck, Peep.” I bit down on her shoulder, willing myself not to cum when I’d just got in this shit. ”Mmm, fuck.” I groaned, moving slowly.

Banks, impatient and horny, took control and began gliding her pussy up and down my shaft. At first it was smooth and slow, but she sped up, causing our skin to clash and collide together.

“Uh, fuck, oh my gosh!” she cried out, digging her nails into my forearm that was wrapped around her since I had my fingers toying with her clit.

“Peep, you gon’ make me nut. Slow the fuck up,” I had to speak up, regretfully.

But I wasn’t ready to be done, and I knew if she kept that shit up, I wouldn’t have no fucking choice.

She listened, thankfully, as I started to glide in and out of her throbbing pussy. She turned slightly so we could tongue kiss hungrily but passionately, before I pulled back some to look in her pretty ass eyes.

“I love you,” she cooed, looking as beautiful as the fucking day is long.

“I love you more,” I replied, bending my neck slightly to take her nipple into my mouth, groaning around it at the feeling of being inside of her.

“You too fucking pretty to have pussy this good, Peep.” I spoke my mind, feeling her sap coat my whole crotch area.

“This the wettest pussy I don’ ever had,” I grumbled, speeding up slightly because I wanted to bask in the sounds of her pussy.

Banks couldn’t respond as she moaned, biting down on her lip as she put her small hand against my stomach in a futile attempt to control my thrusts. I went harder, causing us to moan and groan in stereo, our clapping bodies playing in the background.

“Low!” She hollered beautifully, her dark skin bearing a sexy sheen by this time.

“Who this pussy belong to, Peep?” I started to beat her shit up a little more.

“Wi-Willow!” she called out, pulling a smile out of a nigga since I’d told her in the past that saying ‘you’ wasn’t the right answer.

“You gon’ cum for me?” I spoke against her lips, sucking them as I waited for her response.

“Ye-yes,” she cried, whimpering, as I beat down her walls.

When she became paralyzed before creaming all over me, I said, “That’s a good girl. Fuck, baby.”

Gripping her body to mine, I fucked her mercilessly, rendering her silent until I had to yank from her body since my nut hit a crescendo out of no fucking where.

Banks, out of breath, turned to me and sat up before taking my dick into her mouth to clean my nut off. Some had splattered onto my abs from the abrupt ass withdrawal, and when she licked it up, my toes curled so hard they almost cracked.

Gripping her hair in one hand, I used my other to paint her full, supple lips before she sucked on the head like it was coated in her favorite sauce. She did the shit while looking me in the eyes, and it drove a nigga crazy.

Her dick sucking skills improved every damn time she sucked me off. She took instruction well and applied it just like she told me and had been sucking my dick better than bitches twice her age.

“You gotta marry me, Peep,” I said, head falling onto the pillow, winded.

“Okay.” She cuddled up to me, her legs trembling wildly against me as I turned to kiss her nastily.

My dick sprang to life again, so I crawled on top of her and got in between her legs. She gave me no protest as I pushed inside, never breaking our kiss as I made love to her.