Page 2 of Juke (DeLuca Brothers #4)

Nessa never slacked when it came to sucking my dick.

I’ain had a bitch yet that could take my shit down their throat like her, and I wasn’t no lil’ nigga.

That insignificant detail was enough to let me keep her around for a good time.

Shit ran her brother crazy but fuck that nigga.

If it was such a problem, he would’ve done some shit, but he was a pussy ass nigga who wasn’t gone do shit.

I felt my nuts tingling, and that brought me back to the task at hand. Gripping the sides of her face, I thrust my hips upward, fucking the lining out her throat until my semen coated it like her favorite liquor.

“Fuck… catch that shit,” I grunted through my release. Like the nasty bitch she loved to be, she swallowed all that shit up like a protein drink.

“Take that shit off,” I demanded as I reached down for my shorts to get the condom that I had stored in my pocket.

Once I had my dick covered, I pulled Nessa into my lap so she could do her thing.

I closed my eyes as she sank down onto my length.

She sat still momentarily to catch her bearings, but I’ain have time for that shit.

“Stop playing and get that shit.” I gave her a look to let her know to get her shit together. It didn’t take her long to catch on, and she found her rhythm.

Leaning my head back, I gripped her hips as she bounced on my dick with a purpose.

“Baby, you feel so good,” she moaned, not missing a beat. I didn’t respond because I wasn’t her baby, and she knew that shit. “Shit,” she panted.

I gripped her hips tighter and started meeting her movements by fucking her from the bottom and bringing her down on my dick.

“Ju-Juke… ooh shit!” she cried out as she came all over my dick.

“Mhm,” was the only response I could offer because I was chasing my own nut.

“Get up and get on ya knees.” I watched as she did as she was told…

wobbly legs and all. Once she was positioned on the couch with her ass in the air, I re-entered her and fucked her until she was begging me to stop and keep going at the same time.

I gripped the sides of her waist tightly as I pounded the bottom of her pussy like a bass drum.

“Fuck…Juke. I’m about to cum,” she announced right before she gripped my dick and milked me right along with her.

“Gah… sss… shit,” I grunted through my release. I knew my fingerprints would be embedded in her skin, but I didn’t let go until I was finished. When I pulled out, I crashed on the couch beside her so I could catch my breath. I felt her touch my dick, and I quickly opened my eyes.

I shoved her hand out the way. “Watch out.” I frowned because she knew I’ain play that shit.

“I was just going to throw it away.”

“I got it.”

I got up from the couch and headed toward my room to discard the used condom and wash my dick off. When I got back, Nessa was coming out of the guest bathroom that was down the hall. I didn’t invite her into my room often, and she knew not to bring her ass in there uninvited.

“You gone let me stay the night?” she finally asked.

“Nah, I got training early in the morning.”

“What that gotta do with me staying?”

“It ain’t got shit to do with you staying. I’on want you to stay. How fuckin’ hard is that to understand?” She stood there looking like she could beat my ass but knew to move ’round with that shit.

“Whatever, Juke.” She snatched her keys and phone up and stormed out like she always did when she couldn’t get her way.

I guess she thought I would come behind her…

I never did. I made sure my door was locked after she left, went to take another shower, and took my ass to bed.

I had to get up early in the morning, and she wasn’t about to aggravate me about no dumb shit.

***

I got to my gym, Juke’s Joint , right at eight and headed straight to the weights before I got started on the bag. I was thirty minutes into my workout when MJ and Deion joined me.

“Y’all niggas late,” I voiced as I placed the barbell back on the bar. I grabbed the towel and wiped my face off.

“We ain’t the ones training, nigga. That would be you, my boy.” I stuck my finger up at MJ’s retarded ass.

“The fuck you do with them hos last night?” I turned to ask Deion. He had that stupid ass grin on his face, so I knew it was about to be some bullshit.

“I did every-fuckin-thing they let me do, and I do mean everything,” he stressed.

“Nasty ass nigga. Yo’ dick gone fall off yet.” MJ laughed at his brother.

“Don’t worry ’bout my dick. Just because you wanna be a monk, don’t blame me.”

“You do know monks don’t get no pussy, right?” I interjected.

“That nigga been fuckin’ the same pussy for years. That’s the same shit.” He shrugged as if it made sense.

“Don’t worry ’bout my dick or my girl’s pussy. Worry ’bout yours falling off in the fuckin’ toilet after some hot pussy bitch burns you.” We all laughed because we knew it was all jokes. This was normal with the three of us. I didn’t have siblings, so these fools were the closest thing to that.

“Fuck the both of y’all, but check it, Juke. When I got up this morning, I got a call saying they pushed ol’ boy’s parole hearing up. That shit’s happening in the next few days. I’on know what’s gone happen past that, but I got that much information.” I nodded because that’s all I needed to know.

“Aight, bet.”

“What you gone do, Juke?” MJ asked, but I ignored him.

“Juke,” he called out again.

“Damn, nigga. You calling my name like I’on know that shit.

I heard you the first fuckin’ time. I’on know what I’m gone do yet.

I just needed that bit of information to take back to Buck ‘nem. They can figure out how they’re gone move after that.

” MJ gave me a serious look, but I ignored his ass.

Nigga always wanted to act like somebody’s daddy, but he better go have some fucking kids and get out my face.

“You know that nigga Boom still talkin’ shit?” Deion threw out.

“And I still don’t give a fuck. I’ain hiding and that nigga can easily find me.

He wants to fight for fuckin’ money when I can beat his ass for free.

His bitch ass gone lose either way. Don’t forget the fact that I got all his fuckin’ customers and his sister can’t stay off my dick if I took that shit off and gave it to her. ”

“I’d beat yo’ big ass if I was him,” Deion joked.

“Nigga, you couldn’t beat my ass if you were you.

The fuck you saying?” I laughed at his dumb ass and went straight to the punching bag.

Regardless if I had a fight coming up or not, I stayed in shape.

I wasn’t dubbed the Underground King for nothing.

That shit may have been a double entendre, but it meant one and the same.

Just as I was sparring with Deion, Boom and his entourage walked into the gym. This nigga always had to be seen. I ignored his ass, but he just couldn’t let well enough be enough.

“You in here practicing for when I get in that ass?” he chortled loud as fuck, like he was funny.

“Yo’ pussy ass would say some shit like that. That’s why you hate a nigga so bad? You wish it was you choking on my dick instead of yo’ sister?” I frowned.

“The fuck you just say, nigga?” he growled taking a step forward.

“Do me a favor, pussy?” I urged as I took a step closer to him. “I’ll do this shit for free and give yo’ drunk ass mama a reason to have a fish fry this weekend.” I stared this nigga down to let him know I wasn’t playing with his ass. It took a few moments, but his bitch ass bowed down.

“This shit ain’t over, Juke,” he threatened.

I didn’t even render a response because I already issued my warning.

He wasn’t getting another one. I was ready to go now.

This nigga came in here and fucked up the energy, so I packed up and left.

I told my cousins I would get with them later when we met at our grandparents’ house for Sunday dinner.

Our grandma cooked dinner every Sunday and expected us to be there unless we couldn’t be.

It’s been like that since we were kids, and one thing I didn’t do was piss Cheryl Lawson off.

I went home to shower and catch a quick nap, but not before setting my alarm.

I was serious about not pissing my granny off, plus after that workout and this nap I was gone be hungry as fuck.

***

I almost slept through my alarm, but I got up just in time to throw on some sweats and a shirt and head across town to my grandparents’ house. I got there just in time because I almost caught a smack to the back of my head.

“You better had walked yo’ big ass through that door, or I was gone light yo’ ass up,” my granny fussed as I walked inside and joined them in the dining room. I hugged her first and kissed the top of her head before doing the same to my mama.

“Come on, Granny. You know yo’ favorite gone be on time… every time.” I smiled.

“And who said you were the favorite?” My cousin Ciara asked with her pretty face all frowned up.

“I did. You got here last. Nobody cares about you.” I joked.

“Granddaddy,” she pouted like she always did. She was the only girl, so she had our granddaddy wrapped around her finger.

“Leave my baby alone.” He pointed his finger at me. “You know you’re my favorite, baby girl.” He coddled her as usual.

“Well, just fuck us, huh?” Deion frowned.

“Deion!” his mama fussed.

“Don’t tell him nothing, Angie. He won’t be satisfied ’til I knock them mop strings out of his head.

” Our grandma was still considered young at sixty-five.

She was recently retired and had enough time on her hands to keep us in line.

She was barely five feet tall but would knock the shit out of us without even trying.

Nobody could fuck with Cheryl Lawson, not even the six-foot nigga she was married to.

I chopped it up with my family like I do every week. It was shit like this that I wouldn’t trade for the world.

“Nephew, word on the street is that Boom is wanting re-match. Said the fight wasn’t fair.” I scoffed, not even wanting to acknowledge that shit.

“Yeah, aight.” I chewed my food. “I just saw that nigga this morning at the gym and let his ass choose between an open or closed casket. That nigga is the least of my fuckin’ worries—ouch!”

“Curse at my table again, Rashad, and I’ll be in the front row crying over your body like I wasn’t the one who put you there. Y’all gone stop playing with me.” Granny fussed.

“Right, Rashad,” Deion picked.

“Y’all wild,” MJ started.

“Oh, Junior, you ain’t off the hook either. When were you gone tell me Robin was pregnant?” We all stopped and looked, and this nigga didn’t even look shocked.

“Nigga, you ’bout to have a baby and ain’t say sh—nothing?” I asked.

“You lil’ sneaky ass nigga,” Deion called out.

“Man, Granny. We weren’t gone say anything until she got out of her first trimester. Ain’t wanna jinx it after the last time.” MJ and Robin suffered a miscarriage a few years ago, so I understood them not wanting to say anything.

“Ahh, I’m gone be an auntie?” Ciara yelled.

“Yeah, man,” MJ confirmed.

“Congratulations, son.”

“I’m so happy for you, baby.” his parents congratulated him.

“Well, at least somebody will have some grandkids running around here since my son won’t give me any.” My mama looked at me and cut her eyes like she was really mad.

“Man, Mama. Don’t start that. Be lucky I’ain got no kids, or worse. I could be like that nigga and taking hos to the clinic every other week.” I smirked at Deion. I was lying, but they didn’t need to know that.

“You ain’t shit for that, bro.” He frowned.

After dinner, I stayed with my family for a lil’ while longer.

Mama was getting ready to leave to pick her boyfriend, Jacob, up from the airport.

That nigga stayed going out of town, but it was mostly for work.

He was a good dude, and my mama loved his ass.

That’s all that mattered to me. He knew the moment he fucked up would be his last day on Earth.

Once I grabbed my to-go plate, I told my people I’d catch them later. When I got in the car, I grabbed my phone and sent Sophi a text.

You good?

Sophi: Yeah… at Mel’s.

Aight. I’ll be at ya spot when you get there.

Sophi: Ok.

I dropped my phone and headed in the direction of Sophi’s condo.

No one really knew the extent of our friendship, and I preferred it that way.

I saw a woman who was holding onto some deep shit and, for some reason; I felt compelled to be the shoulder she could lean on.

I didn’t even look at Sophi in that way.

I mean, she was fine as a muthafucka, but I knew she had hella emotional scars to heal from, and I’d be a fucked up nigga to play on that.

I didn’t mind being the friend she needed.

Hell, I didn’t understand the shit half of the time, but I guess it wasn’t for me to understand.