Now that the baby was gone, we turned up a lil’. I turned the speaker system on, the outside ones that surround the whole backyard, and some hood RnB trap mix started playin’, just how I like it. Renza grabbed the weed and I grabbed the papers. Pressure poured us more drinks. The vibe was immaculate.
After a few minutes of laughin’ and smokin’, I finally decided to speak on it.
“Aye,” I said, takin’ a slow drag, “Toni was scared as fuck at first ‘bout that head situation.”
Pressure lifted his cup a lil’. “Nigga, anybody would be.”
Renza shook his head and sipped his liquor. “Hell yeah she was scared, nigga. Y’all wild as hell for that one. I’m still mad I got dragged into it.”
“You volunteered,” I said.
“The fuck I did,” Renza said. “I only went on that mission ‘cause y’all niggas stayin’ boo’d up. Pressure busy changin’ diapers and you busy breakin’ in ya mansion with your wife. Somebody had to handle that shit. You the goat.”
Pressure smirked. “You handled it, though.”
Renza’s chest puffed up just a lil’. He liked hearin’ that. “I mean, yeah. We found that nigga, got him gone, then had my people take him to the chop shop. Shit was light work.”
I nodded. “I appreciate you, for real.”
Renza pointed at me with his cup. “Just don’t call me next time. Nigga, I got a life too. Damn.”
Pressure cracked a grin. “Man, shut yo’ goofy ass up.”
Renza took another sip and shrugged. “All I’m sayin’ is, y’all owe me. I’m out here killin’ molesters while y’all at home kissin’ on y’all women.”
I clinked my glass against his. “And we love you for it.”
Pressure leaned back in his chair. “Nigga had it comin’. Ain’t nobody losin’ sleep over that.”
The conversation rolled on from there, talkin’ about business, talkin’ about family, talkin’ about how life had done changed but we was still the same niggas underneath it all. Hours went by, smooth and easy with the kind of night that made you feel grateful to be alive.
Then Pluto came out and said dinner was ready.
We went inside, and when I say Toni put her foot in that food, I meant that shit. The whole kitchen smelled like heaven. She had fried chicken, baked mac and cheese, collard greens with smoked turkey, yams with that caramelized top, cornbread,and a pan of rice dressed with gravy sittin’ off to the side. Everything was hot and lookin’ like love on a plate.
We sat around the table and dug in. Everybody was laughin’, talkin’, drinkin’ and passin’ plates and bowls around. Pressure and Pluto kept makin’ faces at each other. Renza was talkin’ too loud like he always do. Kaylon had finished eatin’ and was knocked out on Pluto’s chest. It felt like family. It felt solid.
But the whole time, my eyes kept driftin’ to Toni.
She sat next to me with that soft lil’ smile she only get when she with me. Every now and then, I reached over and grabbed her hand, kissin’ the back of it real slow. She looked up at me like she already knew what I was sayin’ without me sayin’ nothin’ at all. We was speakin’ our own language right at the table, and even though earlier had been intense as fuck with the head and all that, she still looked at me like she trusted me with her whole life.
I leaned over and whispered against her ear, lettin’ my lips brush her skin. “I’m bout to kick everybody out so I can get in you.”
She smiled, tryna hide her face, but her eyes told the truth. She felt that. I kissed her cheek and winked.
Pressure stayed a lil’ longer, had a few more drinks, and him and Pluto dipped with the baby. Renza rolled out right after them, still talkin’ shit as he left.
Once the door closed behind them, I looked at Toni.
She looked right back at me. She already knew what time it was.
And I walked toward her slow, feelin’ that familiar heat rise in my chest, ready to show my wife exactly how much I loved her.
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I couldn’t help but moan as the straps lifted me up on the swing, my back pressed against the door and my legs wide open while Kay’Lo sank to his knees like he been waitin’ all day to get his mouth on me. My thighs started shakin’ just from the way he stared between my legs, like he was hungry and I was the only thing that could fix it.
Kay’Lo slid his hands up my thighs slow, squeezin’ on them like he was warmin’ up his grip, then he pushed my legs back a lil’ more until the straps stretched tight under my thighs. I felt wide open and helpless, but not in a scary way. It was the kind of helpless that made my heart twist ‘cause I knew he was about to take his time and do me how he always do when he get into this mood.
