A Hood Legend (2 page)

Dwight let out a deep sigh and backed away from her. “He used to talk to her sister.”

“You mean fuck her sister!” Tina said with her hands on her bare hips.

“Will you stop cutting me off? Anyway, that young girl was depending on her sister to help her go to college if she couldn't get a grant. Apparently she didn't get it and her sister got passed up for a promotion, so the funds weren't there. When Menage found out about it, he offered to help, and he paid for the girl's full education. And for your information, he was taking her to see her boyfriend in jail that day. Now tell me how many guys you know like that?” Tina changed the subject, voicing her other plans for the night, but Dwight made it plain and clear that she would have her black ass at the Omni. He left her standing in the living room, avoiding a stupid shouting match with her. After finishing her drink, she went into the bedroom expecting to find him and discovered that he was in the shower. Slipping off her jersey, she joined him.

“You still mad at me?” she said standing behind him, looking at the soapy trail sliding down his body.

“I'm never mad at you, Tina,” he said washing his chest. “Oh, really,” Tina said stepping in closer to join him under the hot spray of water. She pulled a rag from the gold bar against the wall behind her, soaked it and started to wash her man's back. She saw his muscles tense and flex under her touch. As she moved the rag down lower, she let it drop and started to rub his ass, causing him to groan. “You like it when I touch you like this, Dwight?” she said sliding a hand around his waist to find him already hard. Wrapping her other hand around him, she pressed her body tightly into his, causing her breasts to flatten against his back. Dwight braced himself up against the marble wall as Tina brought him to a healthy climax.

 

 

Bayside

Biscayne Blvd.

 

 

After tasting her first spicy Jamaican meal, Benita pointed out an empty bench near the waterfront. “Finally some shade,” she said. Menage still had his eyes on her—from her white tilted fedora to her stylish, shoulder-length, silky black hair with tinted red tips . . . and it was all hers. Her mahogany skin looked even smoother now, and the scent of her invigorating perfume made him not want to exhale. He asked her what the name of it was as they ate.

“Glow, by J-Lo,” she said, feeling she was getting her money's worth since the fragrance was a little pricey.

He even asked about the Nude and Glitter lip gloss on her lips. They were two separate products but she liked to mix them so her glossy, sexy lips could show off a few specks of glitter. The yellow cotton tank top and white jeans were all by Lady Enyce. Even her bi-weekly pedicured feet got his attention in the pumps she wore. She was sexy without being revealing. In addition to her tall frame, Benita had a soft and curvaceous body with stats that many women would pay to possess. Her ample breasts, tiny waist, and healthy hips were mesmerizing. Menage figured she'd be some naïve, money-hungry, no-goals-having, I'ma-strip-till-my-tits-say-quit chick, but she was none of that. She was smart, funny and didn't let her job run her life. And to her, that's all it was—a J-O-B.

As they continued to sit on the bench, Menage found himself still just wanting to inhale her sweet scent and stay near her. She was surprised at his behavior. At first, she regretted breaking her rule of dating guys she met at work.
But is this really a date?
she thought. She just knew he would try to bring up sex and she was ready to kindly say no. “This is beautiful,” she said taking off her shades.

“They got places like this where you from?”

“No, boy,” she said touching his knee. It's nothing like this . . . I can stay here forever.” Menage thought about putting his hand on top of hers but she moved it onto her lap.

“Damn! I'm glad you don't sell drugs. I'm not trying to judge you, but one of my cousins met this guy and he came to pick her up for their second date with drugs in the car. It was just her luck that the car was stolen and he tried to put it on her when he got arrested.”

“That's some lame shit. Did she beat the case?”

“Yeah—seven-thousand dollars for a lawyer and a two-year deal.” Benita promised herself that she'd never go through any shit like that—no matter how good the guy looked. Now it was time to test him. “So what's on your mind,” she said turning to face him. She quickly thought of how other men—or boys—usually replied to this question. If you wanna be on top or bottom. Wrong! Me and you and some whipped cream. Wrong! Me, you, and your cousin. Definitely wrong! She just knew he'd be like the rest.

“Life,” he said looking into her eyes. Benita thought he had to be joking, but after she looked into his eyes she knew he was for real.

“Well, I guess you have a lot on your mind.” She was right, but he sure wasn't willing to share it with her.

“Hey, there's a million other things we can do than sit on this bench. How you feel about the zoo?”

“I'm game as long as I'm with you.” Together they stood up, eyeing one another. They walked hand in hand back to the parking lot. Benita didn't know what to think. She was about to kiss him on the cheek, but he suddenly shoved her to the ground. She started to yell at him but the loud gunshots rang out, hitting the ground next to her.

* * *

Dwight softly massaged Tina's feet with scented lotion as she lay back on the king-sized bed. She wore a green, sheer Fendi teddy.

“You still mad at me?” he said sliding his thumb over her heel.

“Shhh.” Tina slowly lifted her free foot to his mouth. He took her foot from off his lap and ran a hand up her bare thigh. She welcomed his touch, spreading her legs. “Don't tease me, baby,” she said squeezing and rubbing her breasts. As he moved forward, she bent her knee to keep her toes in his mouth. “I love you so much,” she moaned as he slid the teddy up around her waist. Tina watched through dazed eyes as he turned onto his stomach to feast between her legs, and her back arched the instant his tongue slid over her sex. She locked her heels around his lower back and started to hump his face as the sound of his wet smacking mixed with her moans. She practically ripped the thin teddy from excitement. “Oooooh, baby, yesss,” she squealed as he slid a finger into her wet opening. He was sucking on her clit when the phone rang minutes later. Neither of them paid it any mind and it rang three times before the call was picked up by the answering machine. Tina held the back of Dwight's head, grinding her pussy into his face, when all of a sudden she stopped. The female voice on the machine was asking for her man.

Dwight moved Tina off of him and stared at the answering machine. “What the hell?” he said as the woman begged him to pick up the phone. He picked up the receiver. “Who is this and how did you get this number?” he said sitting on the edge of the bed as Tina moved closer to his side.

“Th-this is Benita. I pushed redial on Menage's phone and—”

“Wait!” Dwight exclaimed. “Where is Menage?”

“He's been shot.”

“Shot!” he shouted. “Where . . . oh, shit!” As fast as she could, Benita told him about the drive-by and that she was at the hospital after following the ambulance in his ESV. By the time she was done, Dwight was dressed and heading for the door. Tina stayed on the phone with Benita to calm her down, but the call was cut off because of bad reception.

Dwight made it to Jackson Memorial Hospital in record time, locking the brakes on his blue Dodge Viper. After finding out what room Menage was in, he ran through the halls, ignoring the shouts from doctors and nurses asking him to slow down. He caught his breath as he reached Menage's room and noticed two uniformed cops in the hallway. He was close to losing his temper, as they wouldn't allow him into the room.

“What seems to be the problem, officers?” Dr. Wilson said as he walked up and stood next to Dwight. Dwight released a sigh of relief. Dr. Wilson smoothed things out in a matter of seconds and Dwight was given ten minutes to visit Menage. He entered the brightly lit room and said a silent prayer when he found his dawg lying on his stomach without any machines or IV.

Dwight stood at the side of the bed. “Bruh, you sleep?”

“Nah, just looking at my eyelids.” Menage opened his eyes and smiled, but he winced when he tried to turn his head to look at his friend.

“Man, what happened?” Dwight asked before sliding a chair closer to the bed and sitting down.

“Got caught in a drive-by. Some cats rolled up in a Chevy and started dumpin'.”

“Were they aiming for you?”

“Man, I ain't looked or asked no questions. I tried to grab my heat and bust back, but I had to cover shorty so I pushed her out of the way.”

“Hold up, hold up. You risked your life for that girl you told me about!”

Menage sucked his teeth. “Yeah, man, let me finish. Anyway, I peeped what was going down, and then I realized I'd be better off to cover her. I caught a round in my back just as I dove on her. The police said the slug is stuck in my vest. I guess the impact knocked me out. But yeah, you can say I saved her life. Another guy got hit in the leg, so I really can't say they was gunnin' for me. Ain't like I started a war or somethin'.”

“So why you out sporting a vest?” Dwight asked. “Shit, it matched my outfit. Yo, who called you?”

“That girl you was with,” Dwight said folding his huge arms. “She's down on the second floor. I cleared things with our friend, Dr. Wilson. Man, are you sure you weren't the target?”

Menage thought for a minute as he played the whole scene out in his mind again.

“Nope.”

“That's what I figured.”

“Well, ain't no need to sweat it. I'll be able to leave later tonight.”

“What about the police?”

“Fuck 'em. I told 'em I had my back turned—ain't seen shit.” Dwight was about to ask him about the DB-7 and why he wanted to see him and Tina at the Omni, but two taps at the door stopped him. Benita walked in with tears still in her eyes. She walked slowly up to the side of the bed.

“You ok?” she asked rubbing his arm. Sure, Menage had a sore back and had just escaped death, but the mere sight of her quickly aroused him.

“Yeah,” he said, Ginuwine's song still on his mind. The visit was quickly coming to an end, and Benita gave Menage a kiss on the cheek and told him to call her as soon as he could. As she walked out with Dwight to catch a ride with him, all Menage could do was stare at her apple-shaped ass and press his erection into the bed.
Damn!
It shook like jelly.

Later that night, close to nine o'clock, Menage pulled into his three-part garage to his four-bedroom mini mansion on South Beach. It also served as an entrance to the stylish home. The sunken living room was decorated with a thirteen-foot Gucci leather sofa with matching loveseats and carpet that was two inches thick. Built into the wall opposite the sofa was an eighty-inch flat screen plasma HDTV. There was a two-person glass elevator on the left side of the screen, and on the right side was a wooden staircase. Both led upstairs to one of his bedrooms. To the far left, behind the elevator, was a state-of-the-art kitchen, fully decked out with blue marble counters and cabinets. A dim glow burst through his glass back door from the green tinted lights in his Olympic size pool. Each bathroom had heated floors and cobblestone shower stalls and hot tubs. Even though his home was fully voice activated, he still found himself giving direct commands to his two German Rottweilers, Vapor and Vigor. They sat side by side, staring at him as he flicked though the channels on the TV. “Vigor.” The dog's ears perked up energetically. “Beer.” Vigor, the larger of the two dogs, ran toward the kitchen and locked his mouth around the rubber handle near the bottom of the refrigerator. “Good boy, yeah, good boy,” Menage said taking the bottle of Miller Genuine Draft from his mouth. “Vapor, hit the stash spot, boy!” He watched Vapor take off and head for one of the back rooms. In less than two minutes, the dog returned with a bag of weed and without being told, placed it in his owner's lap. Menage was about to light a blunt when his cell phone chimed. He knew who it was by the tone. “Hey, sexy,” he said pushing Vapor out of his face.

“Boy, where your tail been at? I've been calling you all dang day,” said Chandra. She was a flawless black beauty with goals and she was in love with Menage—not for his money or the material things he could give her, but just for being him. She was five foot eleven, slim, and had a lovely figure. She was twenty-seven with no kids, majoring in medicine at Florida State and beside his mother, was the only woman Menage trusted.

“I switched cars and forgot to take my phone with me,” he lied. “Don't make it happen,” she joked. “Mmm, spring break is coming up, so what do you wanna do?”

Menage pushed Vigor out of the way to stretch out on the sofa and since it was so long, Vigor moved to the middle. “Let's go deep sea diving again,” he said turning onto his side. His back was still sore.

“You are so nasty, boy,” she giggled. His version of deep sea diving was tying her hands and feet to the bed and going headlong after the grapes that he slid inside of her. “So you miss me, right?”

“You'll find out when I get you in my arms again,” he said.

“I know that's right! How's your mom?”

“Same as yesterday. She asked about you.”

“Well, I'll call her tomorrow. So what is my big baby doing all by his lonesome in that big ol' house?”

“Waitin' for you to turn it into a home.”

Chandra was caught off guard. “So I bet we have a lot to put on the table, huh?” They talked more, but she had to cut the call short since she had to tutor a friend the following day. Menage pushed number five on his Nokia, and the phone at the other end rang four times.