“Boy, don’t you light that shit out here. You ‘bout to have us both sitting in the lockup.”
“What? It’s legal.”
“See, that’s why niggas need to take time and actually read when new laws are passed. It’s not legal in public; this is not LA. Let’s get off this ride before somebody sees that shit in your hand. And for the record, I didn’t, that really was my first time playing. I just learn fast.”
“We gone see how fast you learn when we get home.”
“Ain’t shit you can teach me, sir. Anything you know, I been knew.”
“We’ll see. Come on, the driver should be in the lot.”
Once the ride cycled through, Kas and Yanna hopped off. They stopped for one last snack before making their way to the parking lot where their driver waited.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Years of being a part of his brother’s entourage had spoiled Kas just a tad. He owned three cars, but most of the time opted to be chauffeured around as opposed to driving himself. Yanna didn’t mind at all because she was all for anything that made life easier. When they stepped into the parking lot the blacked out SUV was already waiting for them. Kas helped Yanna inside then climbed in behind her. After greeting the driver, he requested the partition be rolled up, and he cracked the back windows before sparking the blunt he still held in his hand. After taking a few pulls, he dragged Yanna onto his lap, pulling her face to his and blew her a shotgun. She tilted her head back, releasing the smoke from her mouth.
“They fitna ban us from their vehicles if we leave it smelling like weed.”
“Not with all the money me and my brother put into their company. And if they do, I’ll fuck around and start my own shit.”
“Like you got time to run a company, Mr. up and coming producer.”
“I’m already up, muh’fuckas already know I’m coming too. But as far as running a business goes, that’s what I got you for.”
“So youandyour brother can work me like a mule? Hell I look like, Ayesha Curry or somebody?”
Kas twisted his face in confusion. “What the hell Ayesha Curry got to do with anything?”
“I don’t know, she just seems like that type.”
“You just be saying anything. Here.” Kas pulled her in for another shotgun, this time moving the blunt away and meshing their lips together. Smoke bellowed between them as the brisk air funneling through the window caressed their skin.
Yanna’s breathing shallowed from the intensity of Kas’ kiss. Every time his mouth touched any part of her body, it was like its own form of lovemaking. Like he was trying to reiterate the words he swore she didn’t listen to. His lips traveled to her neck, kissing, licking, and biting there, conscious of what it did to her. For confirmation, he used his free hand to unbutton her pants and fondle her clit. Not only was she as wet as the James River, but he could feel her sex pulsating against his fingers.
“Shit,” she crooned.
“Tell her relax. When we get home, she next.”
“Well, tell that man to drive faster.”
Kas laughed at her impatience but did as requested and asked the driver to get them to Dinwiddie a little quicker. The driver didn’t risk their safety or a reckless driving charge, but he managed to cut their commute down by ten minutes. By the time they arrived at the house, Yanna had nearly come completely out of her shirt. Her pants were still unbuttoned, and she was sluggish from the weed. The only thing on her mind was getting in the house so Kas could make good on the promise he’d made in the truck. That dream was cut short when they exited the SUV to find Kalil and Quan climbing from Kalil’s car. They each had two bottles of liquor clutched in their hands, and the smell of their own weed wafted from the car.
“These niggas,” Kas scoffed. His cousins always picked the most inopportune times to show up at his house. “Y’all ain’t got no business of y’all own to tend to?” He asked, dapping them both when he approached.
“Don’t act like this ain’t the norm,” Kalil replied, looking from Kas to Yanna and her disheveled appearance. “Mmm, what y’all was doing?”
“None of your business,” Yanna retorted.
“Damn, yo ass ain’t pregnant yet? Every time we come by here, y’all fucking, just finished fucking, or about to fuck.”
“Yet, y’all still come around here unannounced.”
“When did we ever announce when we was coming over here? Act brand new because yo ass boo’d up now.”
“Y’all muh’fuckas worrisome as hell. Yanna boo you straight with them chilling for a lil’ while?”
“I’m straight.”
