“Shit, I’m just letting it be known. Nigga needs to be on his P’s and Q’s. You shouldn’t have stepped through the door without this nigga. Don’t get caught slipping.” He locked eyes with me.
“Nigga, come on now. You know that I aint never too far behind.”
“Shit, if you know like I know, you better stay ready to keep from getting ready.”
“Already.” I agreed.
“Y’all take a picture,” Tutu’s sister, Elane urged, as she lifted her polaroid camera.
“Shit, come on.” Tutu commanded, as he turned to face the camera.
Posted up with us, Tutu posed for the camera. Never abandoning my position, I stood behind Raven, with an arm hooked around her waist, smiling, as Elane snapped away.
Not too long after, Tutu wandered off, while the deejay was pumping out that good shit.
“Raven, come walk outside with me,” Tiffany urged, grabbing her hand.
Raven paused. “For what?”
“Cause I’m trying to see what’s going on. Plus, it’s starting to get hot in here.” Tiffany fanned herself.
“Then go out there,” I spoke up. “She aint gotta come with you.”
“Really, Jahrein?” Tiffany frowned.
“Yeah, really.” I maintained.
She rolled her eyes, before pushing through the crowd. She didn’t go back and forth, because she knew that she’d be wasting her breath. She knew that I wasn’t gonna play with her. She was steep into her bopping era, and loved to have Raven around because niggas naturally flocked to her.
That was one of the many reasons I really didn’t care for Raven having friends. I know that she genuinely wanted to hang, but those girls she ran with were all manipulative. On one hand, they’d praise her, swearing that she’s the prettiest, and then they’d get jealous, when any nigga they’d go after wanted her, instead. Truth be told, broads were so jealous of Raven, that some of them only wanted to fuck me, because I was her nigga. And I hated that Raven wasn’t wise enough yet to peep game.
Raven laughed, while shaking her head. “I know she’s gonna be in her feelings, cause we came here together.”
“She’ll get over it. Daddy’s here.” I squeezed her body.
Lowering my head, I rested my chin in the crook of her neck.
“What took you so long to get here?” She lowkey questioned.
I smirked, knowing that Raven liked to act hard, but she was really butter-cookie soft. She’d probably only come to that party, because she knew that I’d eventually pull up. She just came through with her friend to party a lil’ bit, without me there. Becauseshe knew that once I was around, all that friendly shit would be shut down.
“I had to go pick my nigga up. He just got out the pen, and I went got him out the house.”
She nodded.
“Stepped in the club, after my show. You know the spot. Everybody’s on the lo-lo. That’s when I saw her. She saw me. Told me she liked Montell and Master P, occasionally…”
“That’s my shit!” Raven shouted, before rolling her hips.
With my hands still on her hips, she grinded into me, making my dick rock up instantly.
“All the niggas in the club was jealous of me. Cause I waited for it. Stayed for it. Damn near ‘bout to pay for it. Let’s ride…”
Bending over, Raven worked her ass. Watching her waist snake, I gripped her beltloop. Vulgarly, I smashed my hips into hers. Holding her ankles, she made her ass jump.
Grinning from ear to ear, I humped her, in the middle of the party.
“I’m coming over…”
