The Next Day . . .
Ghana pulled up to the clubhouse with me on the back of his Harley. As usual, the MCR crew was outside deep. Grills were going, and drinks were flowing as he stopped in his designated parking space. When we awoke this morning, I cooked him breakfast, and we went to take Taylor to my mom. He followed me to her house on his bike, then I got on with him, this time, wearing the proper attire.
Today, they were doing a food drive for the community, and Ghana asked me to attend. Of course, I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to be with him and to see the crew wild out on their bikes as they often did after a big event.
Cars of all kinds lined the curb, waiting for the crew to finish setting up. Ghana got off his bike, then helped me off. I spotted Kenzi and Willow by the door of the clubhouse, laughing about something.
“Go ’head and leave me,” Ghana jested, and I laughed.
“You know where I’ll be.” I kissed his lips, and he grabbed my ass. I pulled away and went over to my girls. “Hey, besties!” I greeted them once I made it over to them.
“Hey, boo. I feel like I haven’t seen or talked to you in forever,” Kenzi said, hugging me.
“It’s only been two days, literally.” I hugged Willow.
“Two days too long. You’re letting my brother replace us,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Not too much on my boo.”
“Oh, gosh,” Willow said, putting her hand on her forehead. “She’s in the sunken place already.” We laughed.
“I am, but it’s a good place to be.” I blushed.
“I’m really happy for you two. We know what you and Chris went through, and then the stuff with him and Nichelle . . . I’m just happy to see him smiling. Thank you, Autumn. You have my love and gratitude forever.”
Although she smiled, I could see her tearing up a bit.
“No thanks needed, babe. He still has some ways to go, but I’m hopeful that we’ll get there. Do you know he’s been having my mom pray for him? She’s been praying for him and cooking for him all week. I had no idea.”
Kenzi’s mouth dropped. “Whaaat? Oh yeah, he’s in love with you! Ghana ain’t never cared about being prayed over. Hell, when I did it, he acted like I was speaking another language.” We all laughed again just as Ruger and the crew called for us to help them pass out boxes.
Hours went by before the crew lined up in the middle of the street to start the races. The air was filled with the smell of burned rubber, smoke, and gas fumes. Music blasted from the big speaker while the girlies did the hustle, and some sang along. I stood in front of Ghana while his arms were wrapped around me, my head on his chest in contentment. The smell of marijuana from his blunt filled my nostrils as I closed my eyes, reveling in his warm embrace.
“Y’all are too cute,” Kenzi said from the left of us, sitting on her husband’s lap.
“Thank you, sis.” I beamed.
“It’s all I ever wanted for you, Ghana—a happy and healthy relationship. I chose the right girl for you.” She winked at him.
I laughed. “Why are you talking like you purposely made it happen?”
“And I did. I could have sent him to Willow, but I knew you were going to be the one to heal him.”
“Gee, thanks for discrediting my healing powers. I would have been a great candidate,” Willow said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I mean, there’s still time to throw my purse in the ring, no?” she playfully flirted.
“Yo, Will, how many drinks have you had, sis?” Ghana asked her. We all laughed, and I shook my head.
“This is too much man for you, virgiana,” I joshed.
“Contrary to what you believe, I have thrown it back a time or two.” Laughs filled the air as I stood in shock. I knew Willow wasn’t a virgin, but I liked to look at her as our pure friend. She didn’t come out of her shell often, but when she did, we could do nothing but laugh and be in shock at her proper humor.
“Yeah, your drinks are cut off,” Kenzi said, giggling.
“Forget y’all lovebirds. I’m going to the ladies’ room.” She walked away, and I took the blunt from Ghana’s fingers, took two puffs, and handed it back to him. He looked at me in shock as I smiled and backed away from him when I heard Maxwell’s “Bad Habits” queue. I wound my hips, feeling the music move me. Between the four shots, a lemon drop, and now the weed, I was feeling nice.
I watched him as he watched me with lust in his eyes. That deep scowl and weed-induced eyes let me know that I would probably get more dick tonight than I anticipated. He reached out, pulling me back over to him by my belt loop, and leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Yo’ pretty ass really acting out tonight. You must be trying to get fucked.”
I tittered. “And I am.”