Page 9 of Krist and Moanie (D-Ville Projects #3)

Krist

W eeks later…

I pulled her into me, dead set on keeping her near to ensure no nigga was within feet of her.

But it was unavoidable, because in a minute I’d be on stage and she’d have to stand out front like she was any of these normal motherfuckers.

Moanie wasn’t normal, not by long shot. I kissed her forehead, feeling her hold on tight to me.

“You rapping tonight?” she asked, voice fighting the loudness in the space.

I nodded. “Yeah, an easy five grand, it was a last minute thing. You standing front and center.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

I pulled back and just looked at her. My shit was bricked from the way she actually listened to me, almost dissecting my words like I did before I spit them.

She said she’d make me fall in love and I was pretty fucking close weeks later.

With her it was all on the line, because nothing in me could lose her.

She belonged to me in a way I couldn’t explain, in a way that happened so fast I swore I was getting whiplash.

The beat dropped and Seer’s voice filled the building. “Aight, aight, aight. I know what y’all came here for.”

People began to shout as two niggas moved to the stage and my mind went into tunnel vision, checking the scene.

Something happened though, something different, because before the one dude who was actually eating the other one up could finish, the opponent upped his peace and sent slugs.

That was my sign to get shorty and myself out of there.

Shit went bad too fast, which was why I was always ready to get the fuck out of there.

With her it was different, I was trying to get her out of there.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” She stared aimlessly out of the window.

“Me neither, but niggas do some fucked up shit.” I shook my head because I remembered a time when folks were checked at the door.

Now, any and everybody were allowed in, all in the name of a few bucks.

Shit was wild, especially with how wicked this world was these days.

The crazy thing was that was a risk I took getting up on that stage every time.

Niggas were sore losers. Shit, some of them couldn’t take the words and damn sure couldn’t deliver them.

Shit was dangerous and I knew it. Witnessing that firsthand tonight had me second guessing.

“Where are we going now?” Her voice sliced through my thoughts.

I shrugged. “Grab something to eat and in the house. I’m boring, Moanie, I’on dangle much.” I pulled out of the lot quickly, speeding toward the expressway.

She giggled. “I like you boring, because I’m boring too. I told you that when we first met.”

“Plus you gotta work in the morning.” I was glad I’d instructed her to pack a bag tonight and I’d take her to work in the morning.

I intended for her to stay with me, especially since Jru was staying the night with his girl tonight.

I liked when she stayed with me already, but much more when it was just her and me in the house.

“Don’t remind me. Those shifts be whooping my ass, ’til I dip off in an on-call room and take a nap.”

I laughed. “You wouldn’t need a nap if you went to sleep when you were supposed to.”

“True, but I don’t be tired. As a matter of fact, I be energized. Just like right now. ” She giggled.

“Good. You feel like helping me take my braids down, lil Energizer Bunny?” I reached across the console, grabbing her hand. Any time I was near her, I always felt the need to be touching her. Shit was calming even when my mind was racing.

“Mhmm, I’ll help you. Who does your braids anyways?”

I cut my eyes from the road to her. “What, you know how to braid or something?”

“Krist. Who was doing your braids?” Her voice was level as fuck, which I knew with women was never a good sign.

“Sazzy.”

“She probably sucks your dick and does your braids all in the same sitting.” She attempted to snatch her hand away from me, but I didn’t let her.

“Oh what, you got a camera in my house?” I said just to fuck with her as I pulled into the parking lot of Pancake House.

She mugged the shit out of me. I could feel it.

“Can you let my hand go?”

“Hell nah, ’cause yeen about to cop an attitude with me over some shit that was before you. Especially not a broad I paid to do a service.”

“And what? You’re gonna pay her to do that service again?”

I laughed. “Nah, you gonna handle the whole service. And if yeen that good, I’ll just cut my shit off and start fresh.”

She laughed “You’re something else, you know that? You’d cut your hair off if I don’t know how to braid it?”

“Yeah. It’s gonna keep you happy, right?” I had never regarded the satisfaction or happiness of another as highly as I regarded hers. In a few short weeks, she was important to me.

“Nope, ’cause I like your hair.”

I smiled. Women never knew what they wanted. “So, what, you want her to keep doing my hair?”

“Hold on now, partner. I may know what I’m doing. Because yeah, that’s a no.”

Laughter filled the space. “Figure out what you wanna do then, ’cause I’m only wearing a ponytail for a week before I have all this shit cut off.” I got out of the car and rounded to her side to open the door. Hell yeah, these days I was a door opening ass motherfucker.

“And just like that you just made your hair my responsibility, huh?”

“Damn right. Now come on so I can show you what my responsibility looks like.” I winked.

More laughter escaped her lips. “And that is?”

“Feeding you, fucking you good, and making sure you keep a smile on your face.” I cupped her chin like the corniest nigga alive before I kissed her.

I ordered our food to go, seeing as how it was a live night and I didn’t really feel like being around too many people.

Shit was aggy. I was grateful when it only took them ten minutes to have our food ready.

“Moanie, girl, is that you?” I heard as we were moving back toward my truck, hand in hand.

Moanie turned around and that prompted me to do the same. It was her cousin, Alley. She was with a few other chicks, all of whom were in my fucking face instead of heading into Pancake House like they seemed to be on their way.

“Hey, Alley,” Moanie greeted.

“What’s up, cousin? How have you been? I haven’t heard from you. I thought that was you I saw earlier. Heyyy, Krist,” she said as I opened the passenger side door for Moanie to get in.

I threw a nod in her direction before pulling Moanie’s ass toward the truck. “You ready, shorty.” I said, more of a statement then a question, not giving a damn if this was her blood. I didn’t trust her energy.

“Good. It was good seeing you,” Moanie’s too polite ass said as she got into the car. I set the food on Moanie’s lap.

“So you guys are together?” Alley asked me, because I had already closed Moanie’s door.

“We good. Be easy, Alley.” I rounded the truck and got in on my side. “That’s your blood and all but limit your interactions with her.”

Moanie nodded, her hand finding the side of my face. “Funny, because my mama has said that my whole life and that’s her blood niece.”

“Listen to her. Shorty don’t mean you no good.” My hand found her thigh under the hot food trays for assurance.

When we made it into the house, we ate at the table, then, while I cleaned up, she went to shower. I finished throwing everything away and checked on my brother, then moved toward my bedroom. The sound of the shower still on had me pulling my shirt and shit off to join her.

Unlike normal people, Moanie showered with the lights out. So when I opened the door it was almost pitch black besides the window allowing the moon’s luminous reflection to trespass. A thick cloud of steam escaped the washroom before I closed the door behind me.

“I’m coming out,” she called from the shower as I reached for that door.

“Nah stay in.” I opened the glass door and stepped in behind her.

When she turned to face me, I pulled her in, leaning down slightly to pick her up.

Her legs immediately went around my waist and her arms around my neck.

For once in my life, words were unnecessary.

For once they meant nothing, especially in comparison to the look in her eyes that mirrored my own as she looked at me.

Eyes locked, she reached between us, gripping my dick with ease. My shit was steeled at the anticipation of sliding into her wet folds.

She went to tuck that lip, but I leaned forward, taking a hold of it.

With my dick at her opening and her back against the tile, she slowly slid down on me. Shit felt like heaven, like I’d bust on impact, because being inside of her had a way of pulling my nut. I never lasted inside her and we both knew that.

“F…fuck,” she cried when I pulled back and buried my face in her neck.

Being inside of her sent random words to my brain.

Shit, I knew I’d stutter like a bitch because there was no way she should have felt this fucking heavenly.

In a world of motherfuckers who didn’t belong to anybody, this woman belonged to me without a shadow of a doubt.

The way I plunged into her center and she nearly held me hostage and the way I’d abandoned every caution and reservation from the moment I met her was unheard of.

Moanie had done something to me, something that in this moment my thoughts were trying to investigate, but I couldn’t.

Her body was begging me to go harder… deeper…

deeper…shit, so much harder and I obliged.

My goal was simple, to give her everything I had while taking everything she gave. This was a shared experience.

“Baby, I feel it,” she moaned, holding on so tightly I knew her body was convulsing. I knew her body like the back of my hand, so the trembling of her thighs let me know immediately.

“Let that shit go then, Mo,” I encouraged, pulling my head from her neck and looking at her. Those expressive eyes were hidden behind lids so tight I knew she was about there. “You boutta do what I told you?”