Page 13 of June: When Gangstas Collide

The sun was getting ready to set, and I wanted to end my day doing something nice for Z. I knew she was still upset about the other night. She texted me and told me she left the hospital after visiting Yana, so I gave her an address to meet me. Things between us have been uneasy, and the goal wasn’t to make things worse but to get better.

Zaria wanted me to bow out of this war, but I couldn’t. There was no way I was allowing some nigga to scare me off. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get her to understand, but I needed her to. Zaria knew whom she married. I felt like she wanted me to change now. Although I was sick and suffering, I have been the same June since I could start making moves on my own. The only difference is that she had only gotten a taste of who I was behind the name; now, she was experiencing the full effect of June Calloway.

I pulled up to the location to set up the small picnic I had prepared for her. I chose a spot that overlooked the city. The place where our forever home was. I set up a Zoo blanket, a basket full of her favorites, some alcohol-free wine, fresh orange flowers, a blunt for me, and her ultimate favorite: music. She came up over the hill and I oddly got nervous. It made me feel like we were going on a first date. When Z parked and got out of the car, her smile made a nigga melt inside. Seeing her happy made me remember why I married her in the first place.

You look so beautiful, baby.

But you see me every day.

Every moment I’m blessed to see you, reminds me why I love you so much.

I held out my hand for hers and like every single time we touch, energy passes through us. I walked her around the car, and when she saw the setup, her smile brightened. The shit was so pretty it made me want to cry. Zaria’s emotions affected mine. If she was sad, I was pissed because I wanted to figure out who the fuck made her that way. If she was mad, I was on real nigga time because someone's brain was going to become a display, and if she was happy, goddamn if she was happy, I was horny because happy vegan pussy was the best. It made me want to fuck her until her smile turned into passionate cries.

“This is so cute, baby!”

she squealed.

I helped her sit on the blanket before I did. I took off her shoes, noticing her ankles were a bit swollen, “Your feet,”

I mumbled.

She glanced down.

“I know, but they don’t hurt. I probably need to rest a bit more.”

My hands began massaging her pretty ass feet. The orange color polish, nice, clean square toenails, and two gold anklets gave her feet an automatic ten out of fucking ten. Her head dropped back as she enjoyed my sentiment.

“I’m happy we’re doing this, June. I’m happy that you are staying clear of the negativity.”

My eyes slowly traveled up her leg to her neck. The way her head was tilted back left it open for access. She knew my obsession with her neck. To squeeze it, lick it, and caress her throat with my thumb. Her head came forward slowly as her eyes narrowed in on me.

“Why are you looking like that?”

I smiled.

“You know why, and you know what the fuck you’re doing.”

She shrugged.

“I don’t know what you're talking about, oh, peanut butter and dates!”

she said excitedly.

“My favorite.”

“I know and you know what’s my favorite?”

She chewed on her snack while side-eyeing me.

“What June? Is it my,”

she paused. “Hair?”

“Nah, try something else.”

“My belly?”

“Oh, I love that and what’s in it, but you're wrong. Yo ass is trying to be funny.”

A cute laugh left her before she smiled and tilted her head back slowly, “Is it my—”

I leaned forward and growled in the crook of her neck. Her love giggles made a nigga growl more. I went from a simple growl to my tongue tapping around her neck. “Ooo,”

she moaned.

“Mmhmm,”

as I continued letting my tongue play with her neck.

My lick turned into bites.

“Oo shit, June.”

My lips traced her neck until they reached her ear.

“Mrs. Calloway?”

I called out.

“I love how that sounds.”

I said it again.

“Mrs. Fucking Calloway.”

My hand slid up her leg, over her belly until it reached her neck. I gripped it and pulled her head forward, allowing our foreheads to touch.

“Serve me up some of that vegan pussy.”

“You want this organic, non-GMO, preserved pussy on a platter, huh?”

I released her neck and came out of my shirt, then my pants. Zaria wore clothes that made it easy to get to her center. I sat next to her and patted my lap. She tried sitting on top to face me, but I wanted to fuck her while she watched the city move and the sun set.

“Turn around. I got you,”

I whispered.

She did as I asked. I lifted her skirt above her waist as she climbed on me, easing down slowly. My head fell forward and landed on her back, “Goddamn, Z,”

I grumbled.

Zaria’s body began doing what it does best. She knew how to allow her vegan pussy to love me. It knew the right ways to swallow me up, to kiss at the head gently, to soak me up just the way I like. Zaria’s pussy, was sweet, loving, aggressive, and perfect all in one. Her hand gripped my legs as she rocked up and down, back and forth.

Yes, Z, keep moving like that. Goddamn, baby.

You’re serving real king dick.

Not better than what the queen serves.

Shit! My hand wrapped around her neck. I leaned her back against my chest as my hand gripped her neck tightly.

“Watch the sun set while you ride this dick, Z.”

Up and down, back and forth.

I gripped tighter as she sucked in air. I didn’t want to do it too much because I was worried about the baby, but she was going to get this throat squeeze. As the orange sun began setting, Z and I were making love.

Up and down, back and forth.

“Ah, shit. Pussy so,”

I took in a deep breath.

“Fucking good!”

I growled.

The way her shit pulsated, I knew she was headed to our favorite place. The place we always met at times like this. The one place no one else had access to but her and me. The place I will kill a nigga over. The Calloverse.

I love you, June.

I love you more than you will ever know.

Z and I rocked until we connected in our favorite place. When I told her I loved her more than she ever knew, I meant that. Zaria was my world. She had given a nigga life, she took my last name, bearing my child, and if she wanted the world, I would find a way to give it to her. I cleaned her up, then cleaned myself up. We lay back and watch the last bit of the sun setting.

She turned her head toward me.

“You should get to know your sister. Indigo is sweet. Maybe just maybe, June, you and Bishop can find a way to get along.”

“Z, I don’t want to talk about his ass.”

She sighed loudly, “June, you’re being fucking childish, and you need to stop.”

“We just had a good time, let’s not fuck it up.”

Zaria didn’t say another word, but I knew she was mad. I didn’t want to hear about a nigga I was itching to lay down. She always wanted to save somebody, and saving someone else wasn’t an option. I took a deep breath before glancing at her. She knew I was looking, but didn’t bother to even look at me.

I needed her to understand. I needed her to allow me to lead as I’ve been doing. I had done all this so we could be on better terms, but all it did was make shit worse.