Peanut stood up and rammed his dick in Brianna’s hot wet pussy. They both moaned out loud at the same time. Peanut thought his dick was going to explode. “Oh, shit, Daddy! That’s right! Give me that dick!”
“Keep it down, B.” Peanut was ramming her so hard his balls were making slapping sounds. “Aaah, bitch!” He went to cumming and so did Brianna.
All you could hear was heavy breathing. Then Peanut’s limp dick slid out, the condom barely hanging on. He methodically snatched it off, pulled up his pants, and fell back onto the couch. Just as Brianna stood up and pulled down her dress, Shan’s bedroom door came open. Peanut hit the mute button on the TV and began flicking channels while Brianna made a beeline for the bathroom.
“How long you been here?” Shan prodded.
“A couple of minutes, girl; hold that thought.” Brianna hurriedly closed the bathroom door.
“You still here?” Shan stuck her nose up at her brother. “What’s that smell? You need to put your boots back on.” She grabbed a can of air freshener and began spraying it throughout the rooms.
“Do you have to overdo it?” Peanut was trying not to cough.
Shan looked at her brother as if he was crazy. “I think you forgot whose house you’re in. It’s time for you to go.”
Knock, knock.
“Make yourself useful and get the door.”
“It’s your house, remember? You get the door,” he teased. When she went to open it Peanut yelled, “It’s open.” And in stepped Nick. He always wore black. Black sweat suits, black jackets, black gators, black suits. The black contrasted uniquely against his high yellow skin. He favored the reggae artist Sean Paul.
Shan sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. “What I do?” Nick asked.
“Brought my brother over here.”
“I didn’t bring him, he brought me.” Nick casually said before turning to watch Brianna step out of the bathroom.
“You ready girl?” She headed towards Shan’s bedroom to avoid Nick. He was too grounded and laid back for Brianna’s taste. Deep down she knew that he was good for her. He was exactly what she needed but she wasn’t ready for him; not at this point in her life when she was enjoying this climactic lifestyle.
Shan followed behind her. “Close the door,” Brianna said with attitude. “What is he doing here?” Her arms were folded across her chest.
“I don’t know. He came with Peanut.” Shan shrugged it off. “How do I look?” She spun around in her all white tight leather Sean John shorts with the matching long sleeve jacket. “You like?”
“Girl, you almost look as good as me.”
“Go ’head with that. Give props where props is due.” Shan grabbed her leather Coach purse.
Brianna laughed. “A’ight, you got that. Those thigh high boots are bangin’! All you need now is a whip,” she teased.
“Stop playin’ and let’s roll; I’m ready to get my party on.”
“Me, too. If I can just get past the big, bad monster out there.” B was referring to Nick.
“Girl, don’t start with him. Let’s just go.” Shan turned off the bedroom light and led the way out. “Peanut, I’m out. Make sure you lock up.”
Before Brianna could get to the door, Nick was up in her face. “Who the fuck you think I am?” Brianna tried to walk around him but he grabbed her arm.
“Peanut, get your boy.” She tried to snatch away.
“Nick.” Peanut had jumped up off the couch. “C’mon, man.”
“Let me go, Nick. You’re hurting me,” Brianna warned.
“C’mon, man. Don’t start this shit in my crib.”
“Nut, let me holla at this bitch. Back up off of me, man.”
“Take this shit outside.” Peanut was trying to free Brianna’s arm from Nick’s grip.
“We ain’t taking nothing outside. I don’t have shit to say to the nigga, so why is he harassing me?” When she snatched away from him he hauled off to punch her in the face but Peanut blocked the blow and pushed him towards the front door. Shan opened it up and grabbed his arm.
“Nick, I know you ain’t swing at her in my house!” She was pulling him out into the hallway.
“I’m not even gonna let that nigga get me excited and ruin my evening. Punk!” Brianna yelled at him as the front door closed.
“You ain’t right, B! You know that, don’t you? I want you to chill out!” Peanut told her.
“I’m chilled; you need to be tellin’ your boy that.”
“I’ma get with him. Where are y’all going tonight?”
“That new club out on the East Memphis called The Premiere; you coming through? When am I going to see you again?” Brianna was like, later for Nick; I’m tryna get with you again.
“You can see me right now.” Peanut leaned over and gave her a kiss.
“Stop playing Peanut, I’m serious.”
“I’m serious, too. I can hit it right quick.”
“You gonna get us busted.”
“You wasn’t saying that earlier.”
“C’mon Brianna.” Shan burst in the door. “He’s in the car.” She looked from her brother to Brianna. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“What time you coming home?” Peanut asked Shan.
“I’m grown. I’ll be here when I get here. Now come on B. Lock the door Peanut.”
They drove in silence as the Lex pumped the music of Ashanti, Vivian Greene, and Heather Hadley.
“Yo, you know you did Nick wrong, right?”
“Girl, fuck these niggas! I’ll be glad when you wake the fuck up,” Brianna spat.
“I’m just saying, B, you reap what you sow. That nigga held you down the whole time you was on lock. Then when he got knocked, you ain’t give the nigga that same love back. But when he got out and came back up, you got back in—”
“Until I got tired of him and now it’s a wrap.” Brianna cut Shan off and finished off her sentence. “So what? Shit, he’ll get over it. I’m sure this ain’t the first time he got used for the trick that he is.”
“I don’t know what to say about you.” Shan shrugged in disgust.
“Whatever, hoe. Now tell me about this Calvin.”
“Hold up; guess who had the audacity to call me last night?” Shan asked.
“Who? And don’t think I’m letting you get away with not telling me about Calvin.”
“Girl, shut up and guess who had the nerve to call?”
“Derrick,” Brianna guessed.
“Nope,” Shan teased.
“Jay.”
“Nope.”
“Girl, who?” Brianna was losing patience.
“Kris,” Shan finally told her.
“Aw, hell naw! Did you talk to him or hang up on his ass? I hope you called the police and told them. Ain’t that violating his restraining order? You should have let Peanut kill his ass when he wanted to. I hate the way he would bruise you up. You didn’t talk to him,