You Needed Me A Love Story (9 page)

I sat back down on Kimberlyn’s grandmother’s porch for a few, before finally standing back up and walking to my car. When I made it to the back seat of the black customized Chevy Suburban, my driver hopped out and opened the door for me. I slid into the back seat, and just let out a huge sigh, expressing my disappointment.

“I can’t believe I sat in the car while you did that shit,” Monica snapped.

I’d been fucking her for much longer than I knew Kimberlyn, so I really couldn’t blame her for being salty. She thought she was gonna be the one, and so did I, but when I met Kimberlyn it seemed like no one else mattered, including Monica.

“My bad, ma, you know how I feel about shorty, and I just had to see what was up with her,” I explained.

I loved Monica because she was like my best friend, but I just didn’t want her like that. I racked my brain on the daily trying to figure out why she didn’t satisfy me enough, and I always came up empty. She was cute, had her own money, was smart, great in the bedroom, and she wasn’t with me because I was Gang, she was with me for Saadiq. She had her moments where she got out of line, but what woman didn’t? Every woman every now and then became overwhelmed with emotion and back talked, so that wasn’t a negative about her in my opinion.

And then there is Kimberlyn, someone I have strong ass feelings for, and planned to marry and make the Queen of my throne. I’d never met a bitch who didn’t want me, let alone one who would dis me to be with another man. I wasn’t sure who I was madder at, TQ or Kimberlyn. I mean TQ and I weren’t homies, but I worked for him so I thought we had some sort of loyalty to one another, but I guess not. Then Kimberlyn, we were good, we really were, and it’s like the nigga snapped his fingers and she’d forgotten all about me.

I met Kimberlyn in a liquor store almost a year ago. We were in it at the same time, and she was so damn pretty. I loved women who had at least one imperfect feature on their face, and she had that. Kimberlyn had the prettiest dark brown eyes, the perfect nose, long dark hair, and a slim thick body. Her imperfection, if you will, was her mouth. She had a huge ass Kool-Aid mouth like Aaliyah. It made her smile very captivating. Her home girl Goldie was fine too, and funny enough, her big ass nose made her bomb. I tried smashing her on the low, but she shut me down so badly I almost had her killed for embarrassing me. To keep her from running her mouth to Kimberlyn, I had to pay her five grand. Matikah was cool too, but she looked too perfect and pretty like a doll. All her features were flawless, and for some reason I didn’t like that. We all had our own little things that we liked, I guess.

Anyway, I got Kimberlyn’s number and we got to know each other for a little over a year. We would hang out a lot, but she would only let me kiss her. I didn’t mind because I knew I had her in my pocket. Little did I know, her little ass was gonna leave me high and dry. Me, Gang, the king of Boston, got ditched by some regular bitch from Roxbury. But damn was she pretty.

“Does she know that I’ve basically been your girl, even before you knew her? Does she know you haven’t stopped fucking with me?” Monica quizzed as she stared out the window with a lone tear traveling down her light cheek.

“Nah, she don’t. Of course she don’t, and I appreciate you keeping quiet about that shit, shorty. Don’t cry,” I pulled her over to me, in which she hesitated at first, but finally gave in. “I love you, don’t even trip. You know you gon’ be my wife, especially now that she’s out of the picture.”

“For real, Saa? Or are you just blowing smoke?” She looked up into my eyes with her hazel ones.

“I’m for real. I just need to get out this funk. I don’t even think it’s necessarily her that got me tweakin’, it’s that my ego is a little bruised.”

“To be honest, I think it was karma.”

“Karma? How?”

“She did what you did to me.”

“Get off me, man.” I moved my arm from around her, and she sucked her teeth before scooting back over to her side. “I ain’t even really leave you like that. I explained that I just wanted to fuck, and that I did have love for her but I didn’t love her like I love you,” I lied. “So how is it that it’s karma? You knew once I fucked I was gonna be right back to you.”

“It’s still fucked up, Saa, I should be enough for you.”

“And I told you I was a nigga with needs, and you said it was cool as long as you were the main.”

“Well I don’t know if I feel like that anymore. We’re twenty-eight years old, Saa, it’s time to progress or just separate.”

“Well if you keep trying to come at me sideways and change who I am, we’re gonna fuckin’ separate and that’s on everything I love. Moose, take Ms. Jordan home, please.”

“Really, Saa?” she snapped her neck to look at me after hearing what I’d instructed my driver to do.

I declined to respond, and we didn’t say shit to one another the whole ride to her house. I didn’t feel like hearing all the bullshit she was talking about. Like I said, I would love to give Monica the world because she deserved it, but something was keeping me from feeling that for her. I couldn’t move forward with her until I figured it out, and that was the end of it.

After dropping Monica off, I had my driver pick Peel up because he said he had some shit to tell me. We made it to his crib in Backbay, and pulled over. I text him to let him know I was outside, and he promptly came out and jogged to the car.

“What’s good?” he dapped me up and shook his head once he got inside.

“Same shit, gettin’ money and dealing with this TQ and Kimberlyn shit. But what’s up with you? What did you have to tell me?”

“Man, I think Hayden is fuckin’ around on me.”

“What, nigga? Why?”

“Well I think she wants to. A couple of times I caught her checking social media for TQ.”

“That nigga don’t have social media.”

“Yeah, but bitches that’s on his dick do, and they be posting shit about him, even Kimberlyn posted once or twice. Anyway, she be searching his name in the tags. I caught her three times, and both times she was stammering over her words.”

“Damn, did you ever take the time to see exactly what she looks at? Or you just saw her searching and said something?”

“I saw her searching so I said something. One time I did see her on Kimberlyn’s page, and she was reading the comments under a picture Kimberlyn posted of this fancy ass dinner. TQ wasn’t in the picture though.”

“I don’t know, man, Hayden is the homie. Maybe she’s just looking out for me.”

“I hope so bro, because if that nigga is smashing my bitch, we gon’ have to kill his ass.”

“Shit, that don’t sound too bad, it’s just that I would need to find a new distributor if we did. His dad, Stony, has the connects, but TQ is the one who gets it over here. Without him, we ain’t got shit.”

“True… well, we will just wait and see what’s going on. For his sake, he needs to find his own girl and keep it pushing. He can’t have both of our bitches.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Hold up, this nigga Jayce is calling me.” We smirked at one another before I answered the call.

I’d just wrapped up a meeting with my brothers, father, and best friend about the trip to South Carolina. We would all be leaving in a couple of weeks, minus Jayce, and I was not excited. Every fucking time my father acquired a new distributor, it took away more and more of my time. I loved the money aspect of it, but damn, at the rate he was going, I would only have time to eat, shit, shave, and shower. I will admit it bothered me more now because it took time away from being with Kimberlyn.

“Mama and I are about to cook a big ass feast, it should be ready in a couple of hours,” my sister Saya said as she walked into the den of my parents’ home.

“Oh, I’m gonna have to take a rain check, sis, I got somewhere to be,” I replied as I took the blunt from my best friend, Jayce.

“Yeah, this nigga got him a bitch that he’s sweet on. He be trying to play that shit down, but we know the deal,” Rhys laughed and lit another blunt.

“Oh really? Is this a good time to be getting into relationships, TQ?” Saya raised a brow and folded her arms.

Saya was the spitting image of my mother, with smooth chocolate skin, and a small shapely frame. Only difference was the fact that she had bluish gray eyes like the rest of us. The one thing I hated about my sister was that she was always meddling in some shit, especially relationships. I think she thought since she was the oldest that she was supposed to. I paid her ass no mind though, usually.

“I have time for whatever I choose, Saya.”

“So it’s true, she’s your girl? Nigga, you just met her ass at the club like two days ago!” Lendsey chimed in while sipping on some mixture in his glass.

“Give the bro some credit, it’s been almost a week now,” Britain smiled at me.

“Aye! I’m a grown ass fucking man, and I’m not about to be discussing my personal life with a bunch of hating ass niggas. Whomever I choose to spend my time with is my muthafuckin’ business. Shorty is fine, I like her, and that’s it. Don’t worry about what I got going on if it don’t have nothing to do with work, aight?” I hissed and then took a pull on the blunt, making Saya exit the den.

These niggas were gettin’ on my nerves. I knew that Kimberlyn and I were moving hella fast but I couldn’t help that shit. It was moving and I couldn’t stop it because I didn’t want to. I hadn’t known her that long, but I had a stronger connection with her than any other bitch I’d ever ‘dated’. I agreed to be in a relationship with her because I’m grown and I do what the fuck I wanna do. Right now I wanted to be with her, and that’s what I was gonna do. If I changed my mind then so be it, but for now, shorty was mine and that was the end of it.

“Damn nigga, chill out. Did you cry after you nutted?” Rhys chimed in, and I shoved the fuck out of his ass as he and the room roared with laughter.

“What y’all need to be doing is worrying about your own damn bitches.”

“My girl is good, my daughter is great, and so am I,” Rhys said before blowing smoke out of his mouth.

“Nigga, Summer is about two seconds from leaving yo’ ass, shut the fuck up,” my little brother Britain said to Rhys, making us chuckle. “You better start making amends with Lisa so you’ll have some back up.”

“That’s what Summer wants y’all to think, but she ain’t going no damn where. She knows I love her. I just got some problems. And Lisa is
not
a problem we have,” Rhys lied through his teeth.

“You got a lot of problems my nigga. But mainly you need anger management or some shit,” Lendsey shook his head with a smile at Rhys.

“Nigga, I know you ain’t talking, you need a sex addict course. That’s why shorty left ya crib when she saw one of yo’ clients calling,” Rhys taunted Lendsey.

“Wait, what shorty?” I asked, while laughing.

“Yo’ girl’s best friend, or cousin, or whatever the fuck she is. Light skinned, long ass curly hair, and them sexy lips,” Rhys reminded me.

“Matikah.” Lendsey shook his head. “She had me feeling dumb as fuck. I thought we were about to chill and kick it, but she straight up told me to take her little ass back home.”

“All because a bitch called your phone?” Britain frowned.

“Yep.”

“What you thought, you were gonna fuck?” Rhys quizzed Lendsey.

“Shit, that would be cool, but I knew she wasn’t gonna let me that quick. I’m gonna get her ass though, watch.”

“Nigga what about Dania?” I poured myself some of the Hennessy that we had out, while waiting for Lendsey’s response.

“That psycho bitch,” Britain commented.

“Man, Dania gon’ be aight. She’s good, but I ain’t worried about her right now, I’m worried about Matikah. And Britain, worry about Tekeya, not what I got going on.”

“You’re a mess my nigga,” Jayce shook his head, as Rhys and I nodded in agreement.

Britain seemed to be in deep thought about his bat shit crazy ass girlfriend, Tekeya. Tekeya and Dania were a lot alike in the sense that they would cut anyone who got close to their men. However, Tekeya was actually Britain’s girlfriend, not some consistent smash buddy like Dania.

“Aye, let me talk to you real quick, TQ.” My best friend Jayce stood up and went into the little side area of the den.

“What’s up?” I quizzed once I got to where he was.

“I was thinking that your dad could put me in charge of the gun transport. I know he said he was looking through the roster, and I was just wondering if you could put in a good word for me and shit. I’m tired of just being a tag along, I want my own shit like you and your brothers.”

“Jayce, man, I can’t influence my father like that, and honestly I don’t think you’re ready. You’re just now getting to the point where you can go a day without drinking.”

Jayce’s wife got murdered two years ago by some bitch he was fucking with. That shit took a toll on him, a major one, and he started drinking. The judge went in on his ass, and blamed his infidelities as the reason for his wife’s death, and I think that shit made it worse. He was just now getting to the point where he wasn’t drunk twenty-four hours a day.

“TQ, come on, you’re supposed to be—”

“And he don’ already chose Solomon, he told me this morning. There ain’t shit I can do.” I patted his shoulder and walked back to join my brothers. I saw him staring at me for a bit, before he joined us as well.

I would love for him to be able to have his own area in QCF like my brothers and me, but Jayce wasn’t ready. And if he fucked up with something like that, my dad would surely murder his ass, or have Rhys do it. I didn’t wanna see him go out like that.

***

10 p.m. that night…

I was lying in my European King bed, with Kimberlyn’s head on my chest. We’d just gotten done fucking about an hour ago, but I was already ready for round two. I didn’t know what I was doing with her, and I think it was because all of this shit was so unfamiliar to me. I didn’t do relationships, yet somehow I found myself in one with someone I’d only known over a short amount of time.

“TQ, I saw Gang earlier today,” Kimberlyn whispered as we watched the lone candle flicker on the dresser in front of us. Without it, the room would be dark.

“I don’t want you around him, Kimberlyn.”

“I know, and I told him to leave right away.”

“Fuck did he want?”

“He was just wondering where I’d been all this time. He’d come by to see me a couple of times, and I wasn’t there,” she replied as I reached for my glass of water to take a sip.

“If he comes to see you again, don’t come outside, and I mean it. I got eyes everywhere, and I don’t want anyone coming to me about seeing you with that nigga.”

“Okay.” I could feel her head nodding against my chest. “I don’t wanna hear about you with other girls either,” she added in a low tone.

“You won’t. I’m with you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then don’t worry about that.”

I gripped a handful of her long dark locks, and then pulled her head back so that I could kiss her. Her small hand rubbed up and down my chest as I kissed her roughly while playing with her clit. I quickly towered over her body, and then spread her legs open to stare at her center for a bit. I then dipped my head down, and began to suck on her clit with my eyes closed. Her taste was so good, making it possible for me to stay down there for forever it seemed.

“Tarenz,” she moaned and caressed my fade.

I held her legs apart with my hands, and continued to devour her pussy like it was my last meal. Listening to her moans, and feeling her body move slightly every time she panted was perfect. She exploded and cried out, and I just licked it up and kept going. We made eye contact as I feasted, and she bit down her lip. Seeing how much pleasure I brought her made me go harder. We intertwined our fingers as I devoured her middle, and watched her chest rise and fall rapidly.

“Baby, uuuh, mmm,” she whimpered as I pushed my face further in between her legs.

I reached up to play with her nipples as I gave her this tongue lashing, and after cumming two more times, I could tell she was spent. I could hear her nails scraping the sheets as she gripped them into her hands while crying out. My dick was so damn hard, so I came up from between her legs, and kissed all the way up to her soft full lips.

“I want you on top,” I whispered into her mouth right before our tongues became entangled.

After kissing for a nice amount of time, I laid on my back to roll a condom down. Once it was on, I tugged on her wrist. She mounted me, then I guided her down onto my dick, loving the way her face twisted up as she took me further and further inside of her.

“Just move up and down, and make sure you go all the way down, Kimberlyn,” I explained to her and she nodded.

I placed my hands behind my head, and watched as she moved slowly up and down on my pole. Every time I felt her warmth at my base, she bit her lip and whimpered lightly. She was so damn beautiful, and watching her move up and down on my rod with her snug wet walls was something I could look at all day.

“Aaaah, uuuh,” she called out as she hit the base of my dick again. She sat there paralyzed, and damn did it feel good. After a couple moments, she resumed her movements.

I sat up to grip her ass and suck on her nipples hungrily. I began slamming her down on my dick, making her scream out. I flipped her onto her back, placed her legs onto my shoulders, and went ham. I sucked on her lips, and kissed her nastily as I pulverized her pussy.

“Fuck!” I hollered out into her mouth as I continued to beat it up with her legs on my shoulders.

I kissed her harder, and then finally I was filling the condom up with my seeds. I threw my head back, panting heavily, and then slid out of her. Falling to the side, I removed the condom, and placed it into the trashcan nearby.

Looking over at her, I saw she was still breathing hard as hell. Her golden complexion was covered with beads of sweat. I leaned over and kissed her flat stomach, before pulling her closer to me.

“Who’s your man?” I sucked on her lips.

“Tarenz Quinton,” she panted and rubbed my biceps. “And I’m your girl.”

“Yep.” I got in between her legs, pinned her hands above her head, and kissed her passionately and sensually.