Page 10 of Krist and Moanie (D-Ville Projects #3)

“Ye… Oh my god,” she cried out, body clamping down on my dick so hard she pulled the nut outta me. Like I said, that shit was a shared experience.

“I told you I was gonna make you fall in love with me, but shit, you’re giving me a run for my money.” Her voice alerted me to her still being awake, even though we’d gotten in the bed over an hour ago.

I chuckled. “Nah, you got me too, mama. You definitely got me too.” I hoped she knew what I meant and didn’t ask me to elaborate.

“As long as it’s not only me falling.”

“My favorite place? Right between her soul, thighs, and the sheets. Dangerously deep, curves so cold, smile so sweet… yeah that’s me.

” I spit the last verse to something new I was working on into the mic with only her in mind.

Yeah, when she heard his shit, she was bound to go nuts.

I’d never met a soul content with just me, no extras.

“Damn, is that lover boy Krist I’m hearing in there?” Saheed asked as soon as I exited the booth.

I laughed and waved him off. “Man, shut up.”

“I’m just saying. You normally spit that hard shit, then the last few days you came in here all in love. How long I been asking you to get in there and run something soft? And every time you be ready to take my head off.”

I shook my head. “Man, shut your ass up and run the track back.”

He chortled and took a seat after sipping from his cup. Then he pressed the replay, and unlike any other song I had ever done, I started speaking within the first five seconds of the song. I didn’t give the beat a chance to drop because I had some shit to say.

“Nah, she don’t ask for much, but she knows her worth

I’m already knowing she’s the one

A true revelation in the dirt

The way she moves, that’s a sermon

Her hips preachin’ my rebirth

Got me killin’ the old me just to watch her soul emerge first.”

Saheed paused right there and the look on his face was priceless. “The way you just carried that shit into a mixtape about you being priceless is fucking genius! Do you have a title for this one?”

I shook my head. “Nah, not yet. I’ll get at you with it.”

“Please do, because this shit so cold I can’t even fathom how much this is about to eat. No shit, but you done blew my mind today, bro.”

I laughed at him. We talked for a while longer before I left and went to check in with my brother.

I know I’d been a lil busy with Moanie and this mixtape, but I wasn’t too busy to not know my brother.

Ever since he tweaked his ankle, he had been lowkey avoiding me.

We talked, but he was home less and I didn’t much like that, especially because I didn’t like him damn near living with some chick and her mama.

Before he knew it, he’d find himself as the man of their house and that was something I didn’t want.

Jru was a teenager and he had room to stay that. He didn’t have to grow up fast.

I walked into the house and Jru was in his bedroom, probably getting ready to go play ball because the music was blasting and he was rapping along. It was summer, so that was his usual thing.

I proceeded to his room and stood at the doorway before deciding to knock. He looked up and a smile similar to mine filled his expression.

“Alexa, pause,” he commanded loudly before looking back at me and pulling a shirt over his lanky body. “What’s up, bro?”

“Shit, I can’t call it. I’m checking in on you, seeing as how you’ve been lowkey avoiding me.” I was never one to beat around the bush or not say what I was thinking. Shit, he knew that.

He looked at me, eyes letting me know there was something and I wasn’t just tripping.

“Spit that shit, you know I don’t like suspense.”

“Mal is pregnant and she says it’s mine. I believe her, but the timeline don’t sit well.”

My eyes narrowed because maybe I should’ve fucking left well enough alone. This was for damn sure not something I wanted to hear. “Yo, what? I told you to wrap that shit up. As a matter of fucking fact, I buy your rubbers. How, Jru?”

“I don’t know, man. I do wrap my shit up.”

“Then if that’s true, it ain’t yours.”

“But she said condoms break.” He looked so na?ve that I wanted to slap his ass upside his fucking head.

“They do, but what the fuck is the probability of that? Especially not with your young ass. How far along is she?”

“Three months.”

“Cool. Call her and tell her I want a DNA test. You can put that shit on me. Tell her I’m willing to pay for it too and tell her we’ll be by to go in the morning.”

He did as asked and I stood there silently listening with my arms crossed.

As soon as he said that shit, she started to stutter, talking about she knew it was his and he should just trust her.

I shook my head. My brother was torn, but I bet the lil nigga was grateful because after five minutes she broke down and told him it wasn’t his baby.

During their spring break, when they took a break, she met somebody.

That exact fucking somebody who told her from jump he wasn’t publicly claiming her.

“Yo, hang the phone up,” I instructed. By this point Malorie was crying and telling my brother how much she really loved him.

When he hung up, I just looked at him. I didn’t know anything I could’ve said would’ve made him feel better, but I was willing to try.

“Look, I ain’t gonna pretend to know what you going through right now because I don’t.

All I will say is it’s better you learned now rather than in the labor and delivery room.

You’re young, Jru, and you have a bright future ahead of you.

Don’t let yourself get caught up doing adult shit when you’re not an adult yet.

You got your whole life ahead of you. Stop moving so fast and enjoy it, because I guarantee when it’s really time to do that adult shit you’ll be wishing you could come back to this age. ”

He looked at me, and for the first time since he got that peach fuzz on his chin, I felt like he heard every word I said and that was all I wanted. “I hear you, bro.”

“Good, now go block ol’ girl.”

He looked at me again, this time without blinking. Then he started tapping around on his phone. I assumed he’d done what I asked.

“You hungry?” I asked, truly at a loss. I wasn’t used to dealing with feelings and shit, so this was all new to me.

“Nah. I’ma go play ball. I’ll be back in a few hours.

” He continued to get dressed and I just watched him.

His feelings were hurt and his emotions were all over the place.

I hated that shit for him, but at the end of the day he had to feel things on his own.

I couldn’t experience life for him, no matter how badly I wanted to.

I wouldn’t hesitate to feel his pain for him, shit, he was my brother, my fucking responsibility.

Seeing how affected he was had me wanting to pay one of the chicks off the block to go catch Malorie coming out of the house, but she was safe, because I wasn’t that fucked up.