Payback With Ya Life (9 page)

Two days later, in Crystal’s bedroom, Skye was laid-back bustin’ a nut in her mouth.

“Sssss . . . oh shit,” Skye screeched like a bitch as his body jerked and twitched. Crystal licked his balls and stuck two fingers in his ass.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Skye was spent, but not that spent. He grabbed her hand. Crystal giggled.

“Just checking.” She got up and stumbled into the bathroom. She was still fully dressed. Skye’s boxers and jeans were down around his ankles. They were both tore up from the floor up. They had been out drinking, smoking and partying on and off for the past two days.

“C’mere girl,” Skye called out.

“You come here.” She stuck her head out of the bathroom.

“I can’t move.”

“Punk-ass nigga,” she teased.

“Tell me that shit while I’m guttin’ yo’ ass out.” She shivered and looked at his dick. “Yeah, that’s what I thought; now come over here.”

She hurriedly undressed and strolled out of the bathroom butt-ass naked and crawled up and sat on his face. Skye sucked, licked and kissed up and down her thighs as her juices trickled from her pussy into his mouth and her entire body caught fire. Breathing hard, he grabbed her ass and took his time as he ate her pussy. Her ass gyrated around and around as his tongue teased every nerve ending of her clit. She held on to his head and gave his tongue a slow, steady and sexy ride.

“Right here, baby, right . . . there,” she whispered. He increased his pace as her pussy melted in his mouth. As he slowly eased his thumb inside her, she threw her head back and her tightness clamped around his thumb as she screamed and creamed all over his face. Now it was her body that was spazzing and jerking. She fell over onto her back.

Skye sat up and pulled off his Timbs. He stood over the bed looking at Crystal as he undressed.

“Yo, I’ma fuck you up if I find out you sucking another nigga’s dick.”

“Let me find out my head game got you sprung already.” She turned over onto her stomach, giving him an up-close shot of her ass. She eased onto all fours, clapped her ass cheeks and looked back at him. “I’m gettin’ ready to get you sprung on something else, playboy.”

“You gotta suck me back to life first,” he told her as he flicked his limp dick.

She turned around and crawled over to the edge of the bed.

“I think I picked the right sister. The prettier one.” He began stroking her ego. “The sexier one who can suck a mean dick.” He was looking at the picture on her dresser of the two of them together. “I seen her somewhere before. Don’t she fuck with—”

“Shadee, yeah, yeah, yeah. Are we gonna fuck or talk about my sister?”

“Shadee? I thought he was fuckin’ with that ho, Brianna?”

“You sure is snitchin’ the nigga out. But it don’t even matter. The bitch Brianna had that monkey. When she found out that she had it, she blew her brains out.”

“Hold up, hold up. Go back to what you just said she had.” His face was turning pale.

“She was infected.” Skye stood there looking at her as if she were crazy. He had fucked Brianna on several occasions. One time raw. “Helloooo! Did you hear me?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Skye pulled his pants up.

“Where you goin’? What’s wrong?”

Skye was grabbing his shit. “I’ma call you. I’m out.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

P
eanut, did you get tested yet?” Shan whispered into the phone.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Well, did you?” she snapped.

“Yeah. They told me the earliest they can squeeze me in is Tuesday.”

Shan breathed a sigh of relief. “I got something to tell you. You want the good news or the bad news first?”

Peanut tensed up. “Give me the bad first. Nah, fuck it! Just spill it.”

“You take all the fun out of everything.”

“Shan, just say what you got to say.”

“Okay, boy, damn.” She sucked her teeth. “I’m not moving to Cali. They have an opening at the Federal Correctional Institution in Milan, Michigan.” There was silence. “You can’t stop me from going,” she continued. “Peanut, my mind is made up.”

“So how did this come about? And who or what is in Michigan?”

“I went online since you were having a California hissy fit to see if they had a job closer. And I won’t be out there alone. I have a friend of a friend who’s relocating out there as well.”

“A friend of a friend, huh? I see you’ve been busy. So who is this nigga that I’m sure is a friend of a friend.”

“You don’t know him. Do you think you’ll be able to go out there with me for a few days?” she asked in hopes of changing the subject.

“When are you leaving?”

“Thursday or really whenever you’re ready. When can you be ready?”

“Since you’re really going through with this . . .”

“Relocation, Peanut,” she finished the sentence off for him.

“Whatever the hell you want to call it. If you want to leave Thursday then Thursday it is.”

“Thank you. Thanks for your support. Even though I had to twist your arm.”

“Let’s break bread tomorrow,” he snapped.

“Yeah, and I love you too. Bye, Peanut.”

Peanut hung up with his baby sister feeling stressed out. If this was an indication of what parenthood was all about, he didn’t want any children.
Michigan! I know some nigga is behind this move. I’ma find out who he is before she leaves the state of Tennessee. Believe that!

After Shan hung up with Peanut, she lay there in thought. She knew Peanut didn’t want her to leave but hey, it was time to do her. She was all keyed up to go to Cali, but now she had to redirect her energy toward Michigan. She had taken Briggen up on his offer. For one, because it was closer, and two, because Briggen said he would be out there with her and he had family out there. Not because she was feelin’ all like that toward him or was she falling head over heels for him? She had to admit that she liked him, liked his style, liked the way he was genuinely concerned about her and wanted her to be all right. Was he like that with all of them bitches he got jockeying for his attention? She was now beginning to understand why. And it didn’t hurt that his dick game was very much on point. Even though they hadn’t fucked since she was chillin’ at his spot it was fresh in her mind, the lovemaking session they had had in Las Vegas. Then she wondered if she was getting with Briggen to get back at Forever.

Briggen and his main man Woo were seated at the bar in his club. Briggen was on his second double shot of Remy and Woo was still nursing some Goose. Jim Jones’s remix of “We Fly High” was low in the background. The club wasn’t open for business yet but they were discussing business until Woo got personal.

“So . . . you think lil’ mama is going to move down to Michigan?”

“Nigga, what you think?”

Woo grinned. “You a bad nigga if you pull that off.”

“Man, she left this morning. It’s already a done deal. I couldn’t keep her here. Shit, I got Forever, Sharia, Mia and Tami. And you know I had to keep her. Shit, one got good credit and good pussy. I slipped up and let her get away that last time.”

Just then Sharia walked up and handed Briggen his cell phone. She whispered something in his ear and they both started laughing. He smacked her ass and she leaned in and stole a kiss on his lips.

Briggen turned his attention to the phone. “What’s up, Cuz?”

“I’m just confirming a few things. Gotta know what I’m getting into,” his cousin Keeta said. “And your girl Sharia? She is so fuckin’ nosy. She wants to know the bizness real bad.”

Briggen smirked as he admired Sharia’s ass and thighs as she walked away. He made a mental note to dip his dick up in that before he left up out of there.

“Yeah, you know how that go. I told my girl Shan to call you as soon as she hit the dirt. She’ll be with her brother. You already told the Realtor to be on standby, right?”

“Yeah, I told her. But I’m straight on her. I’m talking about
me
and the beauty salon.” Keeta had graduated with her cosmetologist license last year and was dying to open up her own spot. When Briggen paid her a visit last week and told her he wanted to come down and invest in something, she thought that she had died and gone to heaven. The shop where she currently worked was called Steppin Out. And it was one of the top-notch spots in the D. But shit, she was a Thompson and the Thompsons always take shit to the next level. As long as Briggen didn’t come to town looking to set up a dope spot everything would be all gravy. She wasn’t trying to catch a case for nobody.

“Keeta, I told you my plan. What? You thought I was bullshittin’?”

“I just wanted to make sure because we already came across two buildings. I want you to see them. When are you coming back?”

“In about a week.”

“Okay, cool. As soon as I hook Shan up with the Realtor, I’ll call you.”

“That’ll work, you be easy. And Keeta?”

“What’s up?”

“Good lookin’.”

“Fo’sho, Cuz.”

Briggen ended the call. He turned toward Woo. “Them Detroit niggas gettin’ that bread, you ready?”

“When were you planning on filling me in?” Woo inquired.

“As soon as I made up my mind as to what I wanted to do. But playboy, I’ve made up my mind and now it’s a go, nigga.”

Woo nodded in acknowledgment. “That’s what’s good.”

After they discussed the plan for Detroit, Woo left and Briggen went looking for Sharia. He found her in her office, a phone glued to one ear, counting money with a joint dangling from the side of her mouth.

Briggen went over to her and removed the joint from her mouth, took a pull and put it out. Feeling cocky, he lifted her out of the chair and set her on the desk, causing her to drop the loot. It rained all over the floor.

“Baby, you want to try that new water, Bling? It’s that shit that runs forty dollars a bottle. I think the ballers will want to floss with it,” she said. Briggen shook his head no as he unbuttoned her blouse and slid his hand over her tits. He leaned over and buried his face between them.

“Hurry up,” he told her as he hungrily sucked on her nipples, causing her to have to work extra hard in order to think, breathe and talk business all at the same time. She was able to cancel the order for the designer water. By the time she completed the business transaction and ended the call, her pussy was throbbing and dripping wet. She forgot that she even had the phone in her hand and it dangled loosely before falling onto the desk. Breathing hard, she moaned, “Fuck me.”

He stood up and she slid his jeans and boxers down over his ass. His fingers spread wide, he eased up her thighs to her panties. She possessively stroked his throbbing dick as he raised her up and snatched her panties off. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. Thrusting into her sweltering, juicy pussy, he felt her fingers dig into his back as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Ohhh . . .” she whimpered, sliding her fingers down to his ass, guiding him to rub up and down her clit. “B-Brig . . .” she stuttered, “right there . . . baby, like . . . oh shit, right . . . like that.”

Briggen thrust harder and grabbed her by her hair. “Like this?” He ground into her hot pussy, pressing up against her G-spot. “Like this?” He felt her pussy clamp onto his dick as he thrust faster and harder.

“I’m c-cum c-cumming,” she squealed as the pussy showed no mercy on his pipe, squeezing it. Unable to hold back any longer, the both of them erupted at the same time. They were trying to catch their breath and Sharia didn’t want to turn him loose.

Briggen ran kisses along her shoulders and neck. Her hands framed his face as they shared a kiss that was interrupted by the club phone and his cell both ringing at the same time.

“This is my time,” Sharia moaned in between kisses. “Please . . . don’t answer.”

Briggen pulled up his boxers and jeans, then grabbed the cell. “Whassup?” he answered anyway as Sharia sighed.

“Where are you? I need to see you.” It was Tami, his dope broad.

“I’m at the club. Can it wait till later?”

“Hold on,” she told him.

“I wanted to be with you tonight,” said Sharia. She rolled her eyes at him, placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back as she slid off the desk. When she went to walk away from him, he grabbed her and pulled her back. “I want to spend some time with you tonight,” she threatened, and pouted at the same time.

“Baby, I’m back,” Tami said. “I need to see you. And when you say later, how much later?” Tami wanted to find out.

“Everything’s straight, right?” His left eyebrow raised up.

“Yes and no.”

Briggen’s mind was reeling at all the possibilities. “I’ll call you back in an hour.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Sharia broke away from him. Briggen hung up and watched as Sharia put her panties back on. “Who said I was finished?”

“Nigga, don’t try to appease me. The liquor tab is almost nine g’s, which account do you want me to use?”

“It doesn’t matter as long as the shit is delivered by Thursday.” He leaned up against the desk. He knew she was pissed. “Come here.” He held out his hand and she sauntered over to him. He wrapped his arms around her, whispered in her ear, “You know Daddy will be over later on. Let me take care of my money first, aiight?”

She didn’t respond so he slid both hands up under her skirt and was rubbing her ass. Sharia was his baby. She was fine, smart, sexy and loyal. She was also very jealous but she had been working on that. She had even whipped Shan’s ass before and any other ho that she felt threatened by.

Mia ran his day care center. She was the bossiest of the crew and didn’t take no shit and refused to bite her tongue. He always had to check her about something. She didn’t like Sharia or Tami and never hesitated to let them know. Her pussy was to die for and she ran the hell out of the day care.

Tami was all street and loved her some Briggen. She was the ultimate ride-or-die chick. She loved money and loved the dope game. Many niggas wished they had her on their team and had tried to pull her on several occasions.

Was he really willing to walk away from it all? He had to think about that some more.

And now add Shan to the equation. It was something about Shan’s innocence that drew Briggen to her and made him want to take care of her. He hadn’t decided yet where she would fit in on his team other than by running the beauty salon.

Briggen always sang, “I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore.” It was one of his favorite joints from Jay-Z.

“Bring Daddy back to life so that I can hit this gushy gushy one more time,” he whispered into Sharia’s ear.

Sharia smiled as she slid down to her knees. The buzzer rang. They both looked at the monitor and Mia was at the door. Sharia sucked her teeth. “This is some bullshit, Briggen. Make that bitch wait. Why the fuck everybody calling and coming by at the same time?”

He looked down at her. “Now you wouldn’t want me to do that shit to you. Would you?” He pulled her up. “Plus, you got me all night. Go let her in.”

She walked away from him. “You go let the bitch in!”

“What did you say?” he snapped.

“I
said
, do you want me to let her in?”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

Shan and Peanut stayed at the Atheneum Hotel in Detroit. They took their time driving from Memphis, taking advantage of the quality time together talking and airing things out. By that following afternoon they both were feeling a little more comfortable with Shan’s move and her getting this job at the prison.

She finally told Peanut the name of the guy she was seeing. She gave him his government name: Calvin. Of course Peanut wanted to know his entire life history. Shan filled in the blanks the best she could, while of course leaving out pertinent details.

They were now standing downstairs in the hotel lobby. Briggen’s cousin Keeta got tied up so she had arranged for the Realtor to pick them up from the hotel.

Five minutes later a fire-engine-red Porsche pulled up. The valet opened the door and out stepped this pretty cinnamon-colored, deep-dimpled, tall big-booty honey. She had on a tailor-made Escada suit. The skirt stopped right at her knees, her shape was phat. Peanut’s eyes traveled down her long shapely and sexy legs to the stilettos, and it took everything in his power to control his hard dick. Her hair was in a ponytail with a bang.
Bossy
, Peanut said to himself.