With a smile, she shook her head.
“I’ve never witnessed this version of Range. She’s– she’s a keeper.”
“Good dick will do that to you,” Roulette interjected.
“That’s not the source,” Rome explained. “It’s only part of the source.”
“Good love will do that to you,” Royce corrected. “When a man is pouring life into you instead of sucking the life out of you, you evolve. You grow. You change. You mature. You become the best kind of you. You enter your greatest era.”
“Which is why it's important that you choose well.” Roaman finished her statement with a pointed finger. “Always choose well. No exceptions.”
“Kason didn’t make me feel this way,” I chuckled. “That’s for sure. And, the dick was good.”
“Adds to my point,” Royce agreed.
“I agree,” Rather sighed, “A man who loves you properly will change you. In all the ways you never expected. No one talks about the woman you strive to become, suddenly, when your heart is protected. Every day, I’m wondering how I can be better.
“Not only for my husband, but for our family and for myself. It’s a never-ending cycle that I love being the source of. And, the changes aren’t required. Neither are they forced. They just happen. Naturally. As natural as your next breath. I don’t know– it feels good, girls.”
“Nothing like the horror stories of love and marriage you hear about,” Rome breathed out.
“Comes with choosing well,” Roaman emphasized.
“I don’t think these spouses of ours have a choice. Not unless they want to get beat the fuck up,” Roulette belted.
“Or shot,” Rugger added.
“If Rugger gets word of anything.” Rather was right.
Laughter trailed around the table.
“Admittedly, though, if one of you heffas lays a hand on my man, that’ll be the day.”
“It’ll be the day, what, Rou?” Rather asked.
She rolled her eyes and smiled. “I might have to beat one of y’all’s ass. We might even jump y’all.”
“Ain’t this some shit,” I sniggered. “How would we even know to come beat him up if you don’t call us?”
“I’m telling you now, don’t come. I’m just being dramatic. I’ll be sucking his dick by the end of the night.”
“Okay, too much information,” Rome gagged.
“Girl, don’t act like Saint’s dick don’t be down your throat. You’ve been dreaming of that motherfucker for years!”
“That’s hardly any of your business.” Rome was red in the face, completely ashamed of discussing intimacy with Saint.
“Leave her alone, Roulette!” I warned, taking another sip.
“Okay, jailhouse dick.”
I spit my drink out. I couldn’t help myself.
“Oh you’re low down,” I laughed.
“I heard that shit hits.”
“I’m about sick of this woman,” I lied.
