Love Will Lead You Back (2 page)

"Thank you." B said, picking her briefcase up.

"Oh, so I see the other one too good to speak. I bet if I put some good dick in her life, she wouldn't be quiet." I let my head fall back as I laughed. B shook her head because she knew what was next.

"Don't do it." I walked over to his table and smiled at everyone. I got closer to him, and he stood up. He wasn't bad looking, but his attitude and the way he spoke to women turned me all the way off.

"What's your name, boo?" I let my hand slide down his chest while I looked in his eyes.

"Javon. What's yours?" He licked his lips that were ashy as hell, and his breath smelled like shit. You know, after you smoke weed and let the film sit in your mouth instead of brushing your teeth. That kind of shit.

"Hmmm, that doesn't matter." I let my hand go down closer to his dick until I reached it in his baggy jeans. I squeezed them so tight he had to lean over. "It doesn't matter, because niggas like you disrespect women like me just because I didn't cater to that dumb ass shit you said when you came in. Some women may, but I don't."

"Let my shit go, bitch." He put a gun to my head.

"Nigga, you got the right bitches. Drop that shit." My sister had her nine right at the back of his head. He dropped that shit, and I let go of him.

"Ok, Ma. I see he got your point. You can put your gun down." Some sexy ass Trey Songs looking nigga said to her.

"Nah, he needs to apologize to my sister. You see, I understand the type of bitches y'all used to." She said looking at all the skanks who were with them.

"But when he comes across a real woman who's about her shit; respect her grind." This nigga must've been feeling B, because the way he licked his lips at her made her do a double take. He stood behind her and lowered her gun, put the safety back on, and put it in her bag.

"I'm going to be straight with you. He ain't about to apologize. Now, I get the disrespect, but your sister handled it, and I think it's best that you ladies head out and have a good night." He told us. We both backed up, grabbed our shit, and left. We hopped in my 2016 X6 sDrive35 and drove home smiling.

Burgundy

"That shit felt good." I said to my sister, as we waited for the garage door to finish opening. She and I lived together ever since we graduated college, and even then, we stayed in the same room. With all the late nights and paperwork we were doing, it made sense to reside together. Dragging work back and forth to the office, and then each other's houses was a pain in the ass. That's why I didn't understand why she always wanted to go out in public to work.

"Hell, yea. It's been a long time, but he deserved every bit of that." She laughed opening the door. We lived in a five-bedroom house that looked like a mansion from outside. We both had master bedrooms, a bathroom in our room, and walk-in closets. There were two other bathrooms and a huge kitchen and dining room that connected. The living room was also huge with a patio door that led outside to our five-acre backyard. We had an in-ground pool, a fireplace, and a BBQ pit. We also had a deck and an area where she and I smoked our hookahs. It was our own little paradise away from the city.

Spring and I were identical twin sisters, but you could tell us apart by our eyes. She had gray ones and mine were green. Yes, we were of mixed breed. Our mom was white, and our dad was black; he had light gray eyes, too. We had a caramel complexion, and we both had C cup chest and flat stomachs; courtesy of our in-home gym down in the basement.

Neither one of us had big asses, but we had enough to squeeze and jiggle just a little if a nigga hit it from the back. Last, but not least, our thick thighs seemed to be what drove the men crazy, and I didn't know why. Spring said it was because when a man goes down on you, he has something to hold you down with when you running from his tongue.

I went upstairs to drop off my stuff and jump in the shower. After I got out, I threw some pajamas on and laid down to go to sleep. I picked my phone up to turn it off when there was s voicemail icon at the top of the screen. My phone didn't ring so it must be a message forwarded from my office line. I hit the voicemail icon and listened to the message. My mouth hit the floor when I heard who it was.

"What's up, Ma? This is Monty; the guy from the restaurant that had to put your gun on safety so you didn't kill anyone. I'm still getting a kick out of that. Anyway, you left a folder with your card in it. I wasn't sure if you needed it, and being the nice person I am, I held it for you. Hit me up so I can return it to you."

"Ok, Monty. Now that you called her, can I get some of that good dick?"
I covered my mouth laughing; a few seconds later, the phone hung up. I jumped up and ran in my sister’s room where she was already knocked out. I went back in my room and thought about calling. Should I interrupt his flow? That man was fine as hell and after he licked his lips he had my ass ready to fuck him right there. I picked the phone up and dialed him back.

"Yo, who this?" He asked when he answered. His phone voice was just as sexy.

"I'm sorry to call you this early. Monty, is it? I received a message about a folder you found. I was wondering when you wanted to return it." I sat on my bed playing with my fingers waiting on a response.

"Shittttt, let me hit you back, Ma." He hung the phone up in a hurry.

I fell back on my bed thinking about his sexy ass and found my hands in between my legs. I hadn't had sex in over five months, and I didn't see any in the future either. I pleasured myself a few times to him and wasn't ashamed. That put me straight to sleep.

"B get up." I looked over at the clock, and it was three in the afternoon.

"Damn, I slept all day."

"Yea, I just got up, too. Who cares? It's Saturday? What do you want to do today?"

Spring and I tried to have girl time at least once a week. No work or nothing. It was our way of winding down and getting ready for the week at the same time.

"I don't know. We haven't been out in two weeks. You want to go have some drinks?"

"I'm down. Where we going?" I told her about some new spot in Eatontown. Redheads used to be there, but the owner sold it, and it was called something else.

"Oh shit, sis. I almost forgot." She laid on my bed changing channels while I went to the bathroom.

"What?" I told her what happened, how the guy called me, and how he hung up.

"He was probably getting his dick sucked." She said rolling her eyes.

"Well, if he was, that bitch lucky as hell, because I'll suck that nigga’s ass if he asked me; fine as he was."

"Girl, you funny as hell." We sat around bullshitting for the day. It was after eleven, and we stepped out on our grown women shit. She wore a white fitted mini, and I wore a black one. We didn't normally dress alike, but we both wanted the dress, and neither one of us put it back. She wore the new gold Zoey heels from Giuseppe, and I wore the new silver Mary Jane ones from there. Both of us had Halle Berry hairstyles, and our makeup was always flawless.

The club had a line wrapped around the corner, so we sat in the car smoking a hookah until it got shorter. Spring pulled some weed and a joint wrapper out her purse.

"Really?"

"What? That line long as hell. By the time we’re done, it should be time to go in." We smoked trees now and then to help keep us calm.

Spring and I grew up in Sea View Manor in Long Branch, New Jersey. These were what one would call the projects in our area. You had the pissy ass park, the nasty as trail under the chimney that was a shortcut to other apartments, and you had everyone’s friends; the roaches. Everybody had them; it didn't matter how clean you were. People hated on us before that even became a word. They called us stuck up, bourgeois; we acted like we had the best pussy, and the list went on. Believe it or not, we both lost our virginity in college. We stayed in fights due to jealous bitches.

We fought with knives, box cutters, bats, and anything else we could find, but that didn't deter us from finishing school. The both of us decided to carry a gun now because of our jobs. The gun range saw our faces at least six times a month. You felt powerful when you had one of those in your hand; that's why when that nigga tried to come for my sister, I had to let him know.

"All right; let’s go. It's only a few people in line.” She said, putting the blunt out and getting out.

"Bitch, wait. You know I hate walking up to the door by myself."

Monty

"Now, you tell me why you felt the need to ask for some dick while I was on the phone?"

"I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you." Yolanda said, going down to suck me off.

Yolanda was this chick from Lakewood I would hit off if we ran into each other at the club. No, she wasn't my main chick, because I didn't have one, but she was close to it. She was a redbone with a nice body and knew how to fuck. She was girlfriend material, just not for me. The head home girl was giving me almost had my toes curling. Notice how I said almost, because my phone started ringing.

I answered, and it was that bad bitch that crowned Javon’s ass when we went out to eat. I always told that nigga to stop talking to chicks like that, but he swore they loved it. Shorty was bad in every way possible. I peeped all that expensive shit she and her twin had on. I knew stepping to her would mean I had to pull out all the stops for her. She smelled expensive, and I was that nigga to make sure she stayed in it.

I was about to bust in Yolanda's mouth, so I hung up on her. I didn't want her to hear that being that it was our first conversation. I sent her dumb ass home right after; I didn’t play that petty shit. I hit Chase up the next night to come have some drinks with me so I could tell him what happened the night before.

"Yo, Javon really be on some other shit. I'm telling you shorty and her sister weren't playing any games with his ass." I told Chase
wh
o was standing next to me looking down on the dance floor.

"I would have loved to see that, but I had to leave. Y'all act like you wanted to wake up in the club."

Chase and I knew each other since we were young. He and I couldn't stand each other at first over some middle school crush, but once we squashed that beef, we'd been thick as thieves ever since. Out of all the niggas in MMN, we were the tightest.

When I come down on it

You'll love when I'm down on it

Fuck around and spend time on it

I sang Trey Lanez’s song in shorty’s ear, as I danced behind her. At first, I couldn't tell them apart, and I didn't want to approach the wrong one, but her green eyes looked straight to me.

"You spending time on it already? How about if you don't like it?" She said, slurring a bit. You could tell she was already tipsy. Her sister was at the bar having a conversation with some dude.

"You don't think I'm going to like it?" I whispered in her ear. She smelled good as hell, but it didn't cover the weed smell that lingered.

"That's for you to decide. I love the way I taste." She was slow grinding on me to August Alsina’s “Pornstar” song that was playing.

"I can't wait to find out."

"Then let's go." She tried to lead me off the dance floor. I grabbed her back and pulled her close. She put her hands around my neck, and her tongue found mine. The way she kissed me had my dick harder than trigonometry.

"Mm, I like the way you kiss."

"Oh, yea?"

"I wish I had that tongue in my mouth when I pleasured myself to you last night." Now, I knew she was drunk saying some shit like that, but it made me smile.

"I think it's time for you to go home, Ma."

"No, I'm good." She tripped and almost fell walking towards her sister.

"Hey, I'm Monty. Your sister is done."

"Ok, are you taking her home, because I'm not ready to go?" She asked me grinning in some cornball’s face.

"Word. You just sending her home with some dude she just met?"

"Boy, be quiet; I was just fucking with you. I’ve been ready to go. And for the record, I think you know better than anyone in here she can handle herself." She cracked a smile, took her sister’s hand, and went to walk out the club.

"Hold on." I picked her sister up and carried her to the truck.

"What's your name again?"

"Monty."

"Monty thanks for bringing her to the car. I'm Spring, and that's Burgundy, but everyone calls her B. Maybe you can come over one day and chill with us. This is twice you handled her; I think it's only right we show our appreciation."

"Nah, that's ok. I'm good."

"Cut it out. I'm having a small BBQ next week with a few co-workers. I'm sure my sister would love for you to come." She closed the door and rolled down the window on the passenger side.

"Oh, you can bring a few people if you want." She started the car, and B opened the door and stood outside with me.

"Thanks for bringing me to the car, but I had it."

"You did, huh?" I had my hand on the top of the car with my face by her neck.