He slid inside of me with ease.
“Hold on tight, baby. This flight I’m about to take you on gon’ have a lot of turbulence,” he whispered against my lips.
“Mmm, take off, Baye. Take me to the Mile-High Club.”
He chuckled and pounded into me with a roughness I had come to enjoy. We fucked for a good twenty minutes before he had to refill the tub with hot water. We climbed inside onopposite ends while he poured some wine for us, then massaged my feet.
“Mmm, that feels so good.”
He smiled and sucked my big toe into his mouth.
“You must be trying to fuck again.”
He laughed heartily. “Oh, we def’ slapping skins again before we knock out.”
“You’re such a freak,” I said, tapping my toe on his lips. I laughed when he bit it.
“Tell me about your day,” he said after we were settled.
I smiled. “Well, for starters, when I got to work, my boss dropped two cases on me. One of them was a woman who chopped her husband up into pieces?—”
“Well, damn.”
I laughed. “Exactly. The photos were grueling. Then, a fourteen-year-old boy was accused of killing his father.” I sighed. That was one case I knew would be hard.
“Wow. Do any of these cases put any strain on your mental health?”
“Sometimes. The really hard ones, like the one with the minor. The decisions I have to make to put a child behind bars for the majority, if not the rest, of his life are challenging. I’d never want to see Carsyn in anybody’s courtroom unless he’s a lawyer, a cop, a judge, or part of the jury.”
“And you never will. My lil G is smart, and with me in his life, you’ll never have to worry about him being in anyone’s system. I’m going to show him how to be a real stand-up guy. Show him the value of life and family. So many young boys get lost in the system because there’s no guidance, no structure. I hate that for the little homie, but maybe it was out of self-defense.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“What else happened today?”
I burst out laughing at the thought of Raeley calling me earlier.
“Aw, shit, what Raeley do now?”
“Oh my God. How do you even know that’s who I was laughing about?”
“Because your family is funny, baby. They are the only ones I know who would make you laugh like that.”
“Why is your brother/best friend so damn loony?”
He chuckled. “What he do now, man?”
“She called me from the 36th District downtown, telling me he tricked her. He told her he had to go see his P.O., but later revealed they were going to get married.” We both cracked up.
Basil shook his head. “My nigga wild.”
“Is! Got my cousin scared shitless. I tried to call her, but she didn’t answer, and I got a text from her saying everything was fine. I’m starting to think Tray sent that damn text.”
“It wouldn’t be far off.”
“He’d better not do nothing to my cousin, Basil. I will send his black ass back to prison and make sure they bury him there.”
“Chill, baby. Tray is anything but a violent nigga. Only when provoked, and he certainly ain’t putting his hands on a woman. My mans got it bad for your cousin. That man ain’t never done nothing of this magnitude before. That was probably the second piece of ass he’d had since he been out.”
