“Uh, well, ummm…. First things first. I’ll need some information…”
After everything was settled and shit, I walked down to my man cave. Turnin’ on YouTube, I put a podcast on the big ass TV, ready to smoke. Then, my phone buzzed.
“What’s good?” I answered, smokin’ a much needed blunt.
“I just got to the second dealership,” he said. “The shipment of the SVJs is here, but the paperwork they sent looks funny as hell. I need you to look at this contract before we sign anything.”
I sighed ‘cause people always tried me when they thought I was distracted. “Send me the file,” I said. “And put the camera on the floor. I wanna see how them cars came in.” He flipped the camera. Pristine Lambos lined up, glossy as hell, but the crate labels looked sloppy. “That right there,” I said, blowin’ smoke. “That’s bullshit. I don’t like that. Tell ‘em if the paperwork don’t get fixed in a hour, the cars go back and they pay the shippin’ fee.”
Kev nodded. “Say less.”
I hung up and barely had two seconds to breathe before my phone rang again.
“Talk to me.”
“I heard this nigga Coogs gettin’ out soon.”
Exhalin’ smoke, I asked, “Oh, word? He ain’t tell me that shit when he called two weeks ago.”
“I’m sure he’ll be hittin’ your line soon, bro. You good?”
I laughed once. “Ain’t I always?”
“Say that,” Wock said. “Also, you want me to slide by the alley and pick up them blicks or you doin’ that?”
“Nah, handle it,” I said. “Dependin’ on how this weddin’ shit go today, I’ma be tied up.”
Wock snorted. “God bless, my nigga.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I grumbled, hangin’ up and already rollin’ another blunt. It wasn’t even eleven in the mornin’, and I already knew today was gon’ be one of them days.
After I finished smokin’ my second blunt, I was feelin’ good and relaxed as fuck. I walked back upstairs into the bedroomright as Nyomi stepped out the bathroom wit’ her towel wrapped ‘round her body. She smelled like that vanilla and peach body wash, and she looked soft and prettier than I’d seen her in a while.
She froze a lil’ bit when she saw me starin’. “What?” she smirked.
I closed the door behind me without lookin’ away from her. I shook my head slowly, eyes draggin’ down her long legs, up her thighs, stoppin’ at the way that towel clung to her titties. Them shits got even more full after the baby. “You know exactly what,” I said.
She shifted her weight and sucked her teeth. “I’m trying to hurry up.”
“You don’t needa hurry,” I said. “I got a cleanin’ crew comin’.”
“You what?”
“You heard me. They gon’ make sure everything is straight.”
“Keon, that’s ridiculous. I…”
“Stop,” I cut in. “We ain’t doin’ that today.” I stepped closer, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her right into my chest. The towel loosened a lil’, and her breath hitched. “I miss suckin’ on this pussy.”
She swallowed hard, tryna keep her composure and shit. “My mom… we’re gonna be late…”
“Nah, we ain’t,” I said. “And you look too fuckin’ good right now for me to pretend I don’t see it.”
Nyomi’s whole vibe shifted from stressed to soft in seconds. That was all the permission I needed. I picked her up by the backof her thighs, carried her straight to the bed, and laid her down on her back, keepin’ the towel bunched at her waist.
I tongued her down, and she moaned into my mouth. “You get on my nerves.”
“Makes two of us.” I kissed down her jaw and down her neck. Kissin’ across her collarbone, I slid the towel open and kissed all the way down her stomach. I hooked my hands under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gasped as I dropped to my knees and pressed a kiss right between her thighs. “Shhh,” I murmured. “Relax. Let me eat, baby.”