I don’t want my little man caught up thinking that we’re about to be this happy family. That’s the same shit my old man used to do, in and out of our home. He was always a part of my life, but he wasn’t always there with Mama. Sometimes, we thought they were going to make up, and we would be happy only to be disappointed again. I’m not doing that shit to CJ.
“Wassup, Wildflower? Wassup, Spank?” I ask the sweetbutts as they grab my hands and walk with me.
“That’s what we were wondering,” Spank answers as they lead me toward the back of the room.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“We’re still trying to host a private welcome back party for you. You ran out of here that day before we got to have some fun, and we haven’t seen you since,” Spank announces as we take a seat on the couch.
“Aww, Spank, don’t be like that, pretty girl. You’ve seen me around.”
“Yeah, acting like you’re married,” she states with a pout.
“And she’s not even all that pretty,” Wildflower comments.
“Who?” I ask, lifting slightly off the couch to stare at Wildflower as if she’s lost her mind.
“That chick you’ve been hanging with,” she replies.
I fall out laughing. “Ya ass is crazy. You’ve got jokes. Don’t be like that.”
“I mean, if you go for the big lipped kind. Looks like she came straight from the Amazon forest.”
Wildflower is slim with big titties and a small but firm ass. She’s light skinned with hazel eyes, and long, honey blonde hair.I’ve heard that she’s biracial, but no one seems to know what she’s mixed with.
I think she’s just a pretty, light-skinned black girl. But she always throws shade at girls who are darker than her, including other sweetbutts. She’s pretty, too, but she’s not more beautiful than Charisma.
“Listen, Wildflower, don’t be hating on her. She’s beautiful, and you know it. I personally like her lips a lot. Makes a man feel good. You know what I’m saying?” I ask, licking my own as I stare into Wildflower’s hazel eyes.
“But the action is in the tongue and the throat. I know she can’t do the shit I do. Can’t no bitch compare to me,” Wildflower states.
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, and you know it,” she replies, moving to sit on my lap.
“Maybe he forgot, girl.” Spank instigates, dragging her hand up my inner thigh as Wildflower kisses my neck.
“Y’all know y’all wildin’, right?”
“If she’s all that, why aren’t you over there with her?” Wildflower asks.
“Maybe I’m not feeling that right now. Maybe we’re not seeing eye to eye. No matter what it is, you need to not worry about her.”
I see Charisma turn in my direction as someone points at the three of us back here on the couch. Her bright face turns red with fury, and Torch says something to her, but she shakes her head.
Wildflower’s hand is on my dick, and she’s still kissing my neck. Spank is kissing the other side of my neck as Charisma bolts up from the chair she was sitting on and heads out of the clubhouse.
“Let me suck you and make you feel really good,” Wildflower whispers as she sucks on the shell of my ear.
That will push her away if she sees that shit, but I’m not trying to destroy her.
“Aye, Winky!” I call to one of our prospects.
He beelines in my direction. “Go follow Venom and make sure that her ass doesn’t leave the property,” I command, calling her by the nickname everyone at the MC has come to know her as.
“Gotcha.”
“So, what’s it gonna be?” Wildflower asks.
