Page 23 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

Chapter Nine

Cartrek- A Few Weeks Later

When I woke up this morning, I smelled coffee and knew I wasn’t at my place.

Hell I hadn’t spent much time at my place as of lately.

I found myself wrapped up in Peach’s sheets with her body under mine more days than I cared to count.

It was nice and the air that surround her was beautiful, shit her and lil’ mama kept a nigga content.

They had me on something that I had never been on, not even with Mia.

It even had me questioning if I ever really let my guard down around Mia.

Of course niggas were naturally guarded from past trauma and all that good stuff, but with Peach some things just flowed naturally.

She didn’t ask too many questions or badger.

She went with the flow, which made me want to be open with her.

It made me want to discuss things with her that I usually kept in my head.

When I reached the kitchen I saw that she had her phone to her ear and she was talking. I made out part of her conversation, and immediately realized she was talking to Jovie.

“Get off my phone talking about an Ace baby, Jovie.” She laughed, not realizing I was right behind her.

She sat her phone down several seconds later, right before she turned around and saw me. She almost jumped out of her skin. “Jesus, you scared me.” She held her chest attempting to catch her breath.

“My bad.” I kissed the side of her face then went around and took a seat at the island. She had this motherfucker smelling good as fuck.

She nodded, getting back into her groove. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, until I didn’t feel you under me. You got up early, didn’t you?” I asked, eyes moving across her whole backside. Peach had a supple waist and the most sensual features a nigga had ever seen.

“My bad, my mother called me last minute telling me she wanted to come pick up Adorie today. And the last thing I needed was for her to come up here snooping.”

“You hiding me from yo’ fol?—”

“No, but I’d rather not tell my mother you’re my man while you’re laid up half naked in my bed.”

I nodded.

“Plus my brother is a part of your club, right?”

I chuckled at her calling Ace Boys a club.

“What’s funny?” She was confused.

“Ace Boys isn’t just a club, baby girl. It’s a lifestyle, one that started in the minds of four young niggas watching their immigrant grandmother’s struggle in this country, while our parents worked their asses off.

I ain’t saying shit is perfect, but we made something shake, so the last thing I’m worried about is some young flashy nigga with a crew full of fucking children.

” I looked at Peach while I spoke getting into a history that I rarely shared.

“What? Fou?—”

“Grams fled the DU after all that shit happened. Came over to America with her two kids looking for better. She didn’t find it.

She found Ace though, a nickel and dime hustler trying to make a name for himself before they called it fraud and those folks flooded the streets with that shit.

He just wanted better, hell they both did.

Hence the Ace Boys, built off the backs of myself, Cruz, Cartier and Aysun.

Four hungry young niggas who happened to share blood and hug more blocks than the average.

Drugs ain’t my shit, baby and no I’m not saying it ain’t sold within the organization, but I sell guns.

Ammunition across state lines is good capital. ”

“Why are you telling me this?” She was sitting on the counter watching me drink the room temperature bottle of water she’s sat out for me.

“You said I don’t open up to you enough. So there is something.” I stepped between her legs, resting my hands on her thighs.

She smiled. “Thank you for that.”

“Anytime.”

She laughed. “Don’t say that because I’ll ask you a question and before I know it you’re looking at me with those eyes.”

That made me laugh as well. “Depends on what you’re asking.”

“Whatever.” She waved me off and sipped from her coffee.

“What do you have planned for the day?”

“Nothing. A few errands. You?”

“You.”

She smiled bashfully. “That’ll have to be after I run these errands and get dinner, but then again my mom is going to have Adorie for the weekend, so th?—”

“That leaves time for me to take you out, feed you, kidnap you for a few days, do you and chill up under you.”

“You don’t have anything pressing today?” she asked peering at me over her mug.

“Just you, Peach.”

She nodded. “Let me go take a quick shower and then we can go.” Seconds later she rushed out of the kitchen toward the back.

I took that as my time to check in with my brother. The phone rang one time, before Cartier’s aggy ass answered.

“You sleep later and later nigga, you sure you ain’t pregnant?” Cartier’s voice filled my eardrums.

“What’s the word old comedian reject ass nigga?”

He laughed. “Shit really. Whole bunch of small nothings, but on some real shit I need to holla at you ‘bout something.”

“What.” I stood from the seat I’d taken in Peach’s kitchen and started walking toward the back. Something about the sound of the shower on was summoning my ass to the back.

“My baby mama misses her friend, but you on some selfish shit.”

I laughed. “You ser?—”

“Yes, he’s serious Cartrek. I’m very serious. She was mine before she was yours. You gotta share.”

“I got you.” I stood in the doorway of Peach’s washroom watching her body through the wet glass doors.

“I’m serious.”

“I got you, Jo. As a matter of fact let me holla at her ‘bout that right now. I’ma hit y’all back.” I hung up the phone with no intention of calling them back. Wasn’t shit pressing going on, but the heat seeping from that shower.

I shed the little bit of clothes I put on this morning, before opening the door and walking into the dimly lit shower.

“Now you kno—” she started to speak, but me forcing her body into mine halted that.

“Know what?” I turned her around, giving in to my hand’s desire to grab her neck. It only rested there for a few seconds before I reached down and picked her up.

“That whatever you start in here won’t be quick.” She wrapped her arms around my neck at the same time as her legs locked around my waist. As long as she knew it as well.

We made it out of the door about two hours later. I had talked her into packing some things to stay at my house for the next few days.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the store, she cut her eyes in my direction before sucking her teeth.

We got out seconds later meeting at the front of the car.

“Target ain’t no grocery store, Cartrek.” She walked ahead pulling the wedgie out of her butt. Her ass was eating the Nike leggings the fuck up. Had I not watched her put her underwear on this morning, I would’ve sworn she wasn’t wearing any.

“The fuck it ain’t, and you know I could’ve gotten that for you.”

“What makes this a grocery store, Trek?”

“Shit, I don’t know. It got groceries don’t it?”

She laughed. “But it’s high as hell.”

“It is? I didn’t notice. I’on be in here.” I shrugged grabbing the cart from her.

“Interesting. Let me grab some cheese.” Virtue squeezed down a tight aisle. Instead of trying to squeeze through as well, I decided to just go around the one behind it.

“Givens.” I heard my last name, immediately shaking my head because every time I turned around this motherfucker was finding a way to be in my face. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he was bored.

I looked around before my eyes landed on him. “Detective.”

“I haven’t much seen you on your morning run, Givens. You wouldn’t happen to be avoiding me, would you?”

I laughed. “What’s to avoid?”

“You’re an arrogant prick.” Just that fast he’d lost his cool. One thing the detective couldn’t hide was how bad a nigga got under his skin.

“Sure.”

“Oh, there you are. All of the cheese is gluten free. I don’t think it’ll taste any different.” Peach walked up to the side of me oblivious of the detective staring me down. She tossed the cans in the cart. My eyes left Archie, and immediately went to her.

She’d peeped his presence, perhaps even caught his vibe because she stepped to my side. It was almost like instinct.

“You’re pretty, too pretty to be with scumbag murders.” Archie had fucked up by addressing Peach but I couldn’t lose my cool in here. Couldn’t let him see that for once he had gotten under my skin.

“Who ar?—”

“No need to ask, baby. This stalking ass motherfucker right here is Detective Archie Bishop, first grade fuck up and bearer of no common sense.”

Peach nodded, hand resting on my forearm. “Oh.” If she was bothered, she didn’t show it.

“You might not wanna get too close to Mr. Givens here. He did murder his last wife.”

She didn’t fully react, but I knew what he said did something because she tensed up. I’d been around her long enough to peep settle shit like that.

“Something about proof, or right you gotta have it. You don’t though, so I’d suggest you stop playing these accusatory games before my lawyer be sitting on front of your chief.

Enjoy the rest of your day, Detective.” I forced a tight smile knowing damn well I wanted to beat his ass in here.

I was starting to regret more and more not killing his ass when I had the chance. “You ready, Peach?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded her head.

“Yeah, I think got everything.” I paid for everything, and we left the store a few minutes later.

I could tell that what was said got to her and I hated it.

I hated it because I had already gotten used to her, so there was no way this shit could go back to what it was before.

It was impossible because I was already addicted to her.