Promise Broken, page 11
“You know how it is. I been handling business,” Asher told her.
“Is that where you were just coming from? Handling business? Sure didn’t look like it.” Ruby gave him a suspicious look.
“You following me now?” Asher asked angrily.
“Nah, I’m just paying attention,” Ruby said and left it at that. “So, you think you got some time for me today?”
“I don’t know. I gotta drop these sneakers off at the crib and then get to the Trap. I was supposed to report for work like two hours ago and I ain’t trying to hear this nigga B-Stone’s mouth.”
“Fuck, if you’re already that late what’s another hour or two?” she asked. Seeing that he was still on the fence she decided to sweeten the pot. Ruby rubbed her body against his, sliding her hand down his abdomen to his crotch. She gave his dick a little squeeze through his jeans. “C’mon, baby. Let me do that thing with my mouth that you like.” She flicked her tongue over his earlobe.
“Damn, you playing dirty,” Asher moaned. He could feel himself getting hard. He had already busted two nuts that day and was a little tired but that never mattered when it came to Ruby. He could’ve been fucking all day long, balls completely drained and Ruby could still make his dick stand at attention. It was like she had a cheat code.
* * *
They walked the rest of the way to Asher’s place. He didn’t actually live in the hood. It was more like on the outskirts in a community called Society Hill. It was a cluster of condo-type apartments that looked totally out of place amongst the poorer kept buildings less than a block away. It was constructed to cater to the working class but was home to tenants from every walk of life. The location may not have been ideal, but the condos were still considered one of the few pieces of good real estate left in the city. They were coveted and you generally had to wait for someone to die or move out before you could even entertain the idea of moving in. Asher’s mom had gotten lucky and hit on one of the city lotteries the city did every five years or so, which opened up properties like Society Hill. One to two units would be deemed for low-income families and raffled off to people who wouldn’t ordinarily meet the requirements.
Asher led the way across the threshold of their unit, where they both removed their shoes. His mom didn’t play about her hardwood floors. In the living room there was a sofa, loveseat, and single recliner arranged around a modest-sized television. On the shelf beneath the coffee table were several board games ranging from Monopoly to Jenga. The place was very tidy, hardly where you would expect someone like Asher to rest his head, especially considering that he was a slob. Ruby usually came around once per week and cleaned his bedroom for him. He was much like a child when it came to cleaning up behind himself.
With the familiarity of someone who had been in the condo more than a few times, Ruby sat on the couch and helped herself to the remote control. She proceeded to absently scroll through the channels.
“I thought we were going to kick it?” Asher motioned toward the bedroom.
“We are. Stop being so thirsty,” Ruby teased him.
Asher could already tell what was going on. Now that Ruby was in he was going to have a hard time getting rid of her. He went into his bedroom where he pulled off his sweatshirt and tossed it on the floor amongst an already existing pile of clothes. He’d need to do laundry soon, or convince Ruby to do it for him. Next, he took his gun out of his pocket and was about to put it in his hiding spot under his mattress, when something fell out of his pocket and fluttered to the floor. It was a piece of a condom wrapper! He swooped in and grabbed the torn package and was about to throw it out the window when Ruby’s voice behind him scared him shitless.
“Damn, this place is a fucking pigsty!” Ruby looked around the room in disgust. “What do you do, just step out of your old shit and keep it moving?”
“That’s because it’s been missing my woman’s touch.” Asher tucked the wrapper behind his back.
Ruby gave him a quizzical stare. “Why are you looking all suspect like I caught you with your hands in the cookie jar?”
“Girl, you trippin’.” Asher half chuckled.
“Am I?” She took a step toward him and Asher backed up. “What are you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding anything. Go ahead with that bullshit.” Asher tried to step around her, but Ruby blocked his path. She grabbed his hand and forced it open, only to find it empty. “I told your crazy ass,” he wrapped his arms around her. As he did so, he used his foot to kick the condom wrapper under the dresser. He’d stealthily dropped it and was hiding it under his sneaker when she went for his hand.
“You think you so slick,” Ruby playfully pinched his ribs. She knew he was up to something, but wasn’t sure what.
“Knock that bullshit off and stop acting like you don’t miss me.” Asher pulled her close and kissed her. He let his tongue explore her mouth, sucking her bottom lip slightly before letting her breathe.
“I wouldn’t have to miss you if you weren’t ducking me. You been playing me real left lately, babe. I do something wrong?” Ruby asked. This was the first time in a few weeks that she had gotten to pin Asher down long enough to really talk to him. She had been feeling some type of way about the distance that was growing between them.
Getting in a bag of emotions was something Asher hadn’t planned on getting into when they’d come back to his place. Ruby was in a rare emotional state. Most times she was so gangster that he would forget that she was a woman, and therefore came with a measure of fragility. He thought about spinning Ruby; feeding her a lie that would appease her enough to make her stop pressing him, but he owed her more. Ruby was crazier than a shit-house rat, but she was also very solid. She’d been there for Asher when nobody else was and had proven on more than a few occasions how far she was willing to go when it came to him. Asher was a dog, but Ruby had always been the definition of solid and this is why he fucked with her so heavy. It wasn’t her fault that his dick had such a voracious appetite. Of course, he would never make a full confession, at the expense of her heart or his life, but a measure of truth would put her mind at ease.
“It ain’t you, baby. Just some job stress.” Asher flopped on the bed and ran his hands over his face. He gave the appearance of being far more stressed than he actually was. The ruse had the desired effect.
Ruby sat on the bed next to him and placed her hand on his thigh. Her eyes were concerned, yet serious. Job stress, in his line of work, likely meant that lives were hanging in the balance. It didn’t surprise her. Ruby knew how the game went. “Do I need to be concerned about you?” she asked. There was no question as to where she would go if he would but only ask.
Asher smiled and thumbed her cheek tenderly, flattered that even when he knew he was fucking up, Ruby was still ready to ride for him. How could someone so beautiful be so dangerous? “Nah, baby. You ain’t never gotta worry about me. No matter what happens, I’m always gonna be the last man standing.”
“Then what’s going on?” She pressed.
“Zul is home,” Asher told her.
“Oh, shit.” Ruby’s jaw went slack. She had been around back when things had started to sour between Zul and B-Stone. She was also aware of the circumstances surrounding Zul’s arrest and what being back in the world might mean. This definitely wasn’t good. “Do we need to be concerned?” She was one of the few people who knew the details of Zul’s imprisonment and was worried for her man.
“We dance on the fringes of the law, baby. We should always be concerned.” Asher laughed it off.
“You know what I mean,” Ruby said seriously. “What Stone have to say?”
“Not too much, at least not to me. Word is on the street that he’s home, but nobody has actually seen Zul yet.”
“That’s even worse. Snake like that goes to ground you don’t wanna be nowhere near it when it pokes its head out.”
Ruby had a point.
Asher was silent for a while, mulling the situation over in his head. Technically the beef was between B-Stone and Zul, Asher didn’t have a dog in the fight. Still, he was getting money with B-Stone and would be expected to answer the call to arms when and if it was put out. Then there was the other piece of business. The thing that would make it inevitable was that Asher found himself roped into the bullshit.
Ruby eased up behind Asher. She ran her hands over his back, then his chest, and kissed him softly on the back of his neck. She nibbled at his ear and whispered, “You know I’d do anything for you. All you gotta do is say the word.”
This made Asher smile. What she was suggesting was a suicide mission, but it took a special kind of woman who would willingly throw her life away for love. He ran his hands over hers reassuringly. “No, baby. I don’t need you getting that pretty face of yours blown off. We’ll let somebody else take that bullet.”
She slithered around him like a snake and straddled his lap. “I love it when you talk that ruthless shit.” She kissed him. Her hands slid down the front of him and into his pants. Asher tried to move them away, but Ruby already had a grip on his dick. She stroked him until she felt it thicken. “Stop playing and let me get this dick,” she commanded.
Asher knew that there was no arguing with her over this. Whether he wanted to have sex or not, Ruby was going to get broken off even if she had to take it. He laid back on the bed and let her do her thing. He watched her strip down to her panties and bra. Sometimes Asher forgot how bad she was. Ruby’s body was almost perfect, save for the scar that went from her navel and stopped just below her breasts. She had tried to stop one of her mother’s boyfriends from beating on her and he’d stabbed the girl. Ruby ended up in the emergency room, but the boyfriend ended up missing.
Ruby made sure to maintain eye contact with Asher when she crawled onto the bed. She knew that it turned him on when she looked at him like that. She didn’t bother to take his pants off, only pulled them down around his knees. She didn’t need access to all of him, just the important part. She dipped her head with intentions of giving him a blow job, but she noticed an odd smell about his balls. It wasn’t another woman’s pussy that she was smelling, but it was a foreign smell. She slithered back up his body, kissing him on the neck, and whispered into his ear. “Why your dick smell like that?” she asked, before squeezing it tight enough to make him yelp.
“Fuck is wrong with you?” Asher tried to wiggle away, but she had a firm grip on his dick.
“I see we still playing them games, huh?” Ruby tugged. Not hard enough to hurt him and make him lose his erection, but enough to let him know that she could hurt him. “I got something for your ass.”
“Ruby, be cool,” Asher warned.
“Shut up,” she slapped him across his face, with just enough force to get his attention. “You out here playing me dirty, Ash?”
“Ruby, why we gotta go through this all the time? Only thing I’m out doing is trying to get a dollar,” Asher insisted. He slid from under her and moved to the other side of the room to put some distance between them. He cursed himself for not being able to shower first. Ruby had the nose of a bloodhound.
Ruby moved with the grace of a jungle cat, invading his space, searching his eyes for signs of a lie. Asher was a master wordsmith and had a poker face better than some professional gamblers, but Ruby knew his heart. The moment he broke her gaze, she knew he’d done something. “Dirty dick ass nigga.” She tried to slap him again, but this time he caught her about the wrist.
“I told you already, calm that shit down Ruby!” Asher gave her a warning look and applied pressure to her wrist.
“What you gonna do? Beat me? Because it’s been so long since you touched me, I’ll take it any way I can get it.” Ruby clicked her tongue. “What’s the matter, Ash? You done wasted all your joy juice on your side bitches and ain’t got none left for your main?”
“Ruby—” he began.
“Asher.” She cut him off. She didn’t have the time or mental capacity for his lies. “Baby, I knew the fruit was rotten before I plucked it, but at least allow a bitch a few sweet bites before you give her a bellyache.”
Asher ran his hands over his face in exasperation. “What you want from me, Ruby?”
“Fuck me like you want me, even if you don’t.” Ruby pinned Asher against the wall, pressing kisses against his lips. He wasn’t receptive, but he didn’t resist. She sucked his bottom lip like she was trying to drain it while fishing around in his pants for his dick. She found it thick and inviting.
“Let’s go to the bed,” Asher panted in her ear, finally getting with the program.
“Nah, I want you to fuck me like you fuck those other bitches,” Ruby told him. She went to the window where she planted one palm on the glass. With her other hand, she spit into her palm and began rubbing it back and forth over her pussy. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “What the fuck you waiting for?”
Asher eased up behind Ruby, panting heavily in her ear while taking hold of his dick. He was so hard that he struggled to bend it to the proper angle to enter her. When he finally found his way, Asher found himself enveloped in warmth. His hips tightened when she pushed back against him. “Fuck,” he hissed, trying to keep himself composed.
“You don’t want this.” Ruby inched forward, threatening to expel his penis. Just when it almost came out, she backed up on it again and repeated the process.
“I do,” he promised. Asher was floating in the pussy. With each stroke it took him to a higher level of pleasure. Ruby was working that black magic on him, as only she could.
“Then prove it.” She dug her nails into his ass cheeks and forced him to pump harder. “Show me that you’re down for me like I’m down for you!”
“I’m down for you, baby . . . I am so down!” Asher thrusted in and out of her. He felt the tingling, he knew he was about to blow his wad. When he tried to pull out, Ruby dug her nails deeper into his thighs, pulling him deeper into her. They ended up tumbling to the floor, with Ruby landing on top of Asher and him still firmly inside her. Ruby was now in the driver’s seat, twisting . . . bucking . . . twisting . . . bucking. His limbs went rigid and he heard bells going off in his ears as he neared the finish line. He knew what Ruby was angling toward and found himself powerless to stop it. He was a hopeless victim of the spell she’d cast over his dick. All Asher could do was curse her name as he exploded into Ruby’s bewitched pussy.
Asher wasn’t happy about slipping up and cumming inside Ruby. It’s not like it was the first time he had done it, but it was usually when he didn’t feel like pulling out. She had turned the tables on his ass that day. She curled in the crook of his arm, breathing hard and quite satisfied.
“I love you, Asher. Please don’t ever make me kill you, baby. Promise me that you’ll never force me to put your pretty ass in the ground,” Ruby said sleepily, as she began to drift off.
“I promise,” Asher whispered and kissed her on the forehead. He played with her hair for a time while she slept, thinking about the things they had endured as individuals as well as a couple. Ruby was a rider . . . a real bottom bitch, and most men would be happy to have her. Most except Asher. Ruby needed to be loved in a way that was impossible for him. He just hadn’t found a way to tell her yet.
CHAPTER 13
After the incident at the Trap, Promise needed a blunt to calm her nerves. Smoking weed had been something else that she had been doing more of lately. She smoked but had never been a big smoker. Mouse always seemed to have it on deck. She didn’t have that bunk that they used to scrape together dollars to buy from the kids up the hill. Mouse kept that fire!
They found a stoop on the strip that was away from the action but still gave them a good enough view. That was Mouse’s idea. She was always reluctant to travel too far from the block for fear that she might miss something. Things had been more interesting than usual, especially with the chatter that Zul was home. Promise had heard the name before, but couldn’t recall ever seeing him. Whoever this Zul was, he must’ve been someone quite dangerous to put B-Stone on edge like that.
“That shit was crazy, huh? Back at the apartment,” Mouse said as if she was reading Promise’s mind. She was putting the finishing touches on the blunt that she was rolling.
“Crazy is one way to put it. I really thought he was gonna throw that guy out the window,” Promise told her.
“Nah, there were too many people around for that. B-Stone is a beast, but he ain’t a fool,” Mouse said.
“That other guy he was with seems to be the only one who can reason with him,” Promise thought out loud.
“Who? Saud? That’s the triple OG right there. Saud used to be that nigga in the hood until he went to prison for like forever. Been home for a while now, and he mostly plays the background, whispering in B-Stone’s ear. I hear he’s got a whore house somewhere on the other side of town too. Everybody who is anybody in the hood respects Saud. He’s earned his stripes,” Mouse said, giving Promise a bit of background on the OG.
“If Saud is so well respected, how come he didn’t try and reclaim his spot when he was released?” Promise asked.
Mouse shrugged. “Your guess is as good as anyone else’s. If it was me, I’d be trying to take back what was mine, but that apparently ain’t what Saud wants. I know for a fact that he could’ve gotten more than a few hitters to back him if he’d wanted to go that route, but he didn’t. Now he’s just some kind of advisor to B-Stone and Ab. I once asked Ab why he thought Saud never made a move and he spun me with some bullshit about twenty years in prison changing the hearts of men, or some shit like that. You know some of these old niggas weird,” she said.
“Speaking of weird, I saw your boy earlier,” Promise said, thinking of her encounter with Keys.
“He still running around like a puppy with his tail tucked?” Mouse laughed.
“Is that where you were just coming from? Handling business? Sure didn’t look like it.” Ruby gave him a suspicious look.
“You following me now?” Asher asked angrily.
“Nah, I’m just paying attention,” Ruby said and left it at that. “So, you think you got some time for me today?”
“I don’t know. I gotta drop these sneakers off at the crib and then get to the Trap. I was supposed to report for work like two hours ago and I ain’t trying to hear this nigga B-Stone’s mouth.”
“Fuck, if you’re already that late what’s another hour or two?” she asked. Seeing that he was still on the fence she decided to sweeten the pot. Ruby rubbed her body against his, sliding her hand down his abdomen to his crotch. She gave his dick a little squeeze through his jeans. “C’mon, baby. Let me do that thing with my mouth that you like.” She flicked her tongue over his earlobe.
“Damn, you playing dirty,” Asher moaned. He could feel himself getting hard. He had already busted two nuts that day and was a little tired but that never mattered when it came to Ruby. He could’ve been fucking all day long, balls completely drained and Ruby could still make his dick stand at attention. It was like she had a cheat code.
* * *
They walked the rest of the way to Asher’s place. He didn’t actually live in the hood. It was more like on the outskirts in a community called Society Hill. It was a cluster of condo-type apartments that looked totally out of place amongst the poorer kept buildings less than a block away. It was constructed to cater to the working class but was home to tenants from every walk of life. The location may not have been ideal, but the condos were still considered one of the few pieces of good real estate left in the city. They were coveted and you generally had to wait for someone to die or move out before you could even entertain the idea of moving in. Asher’s mom had gotten lucky and hit on one of the city lotteries the city did every five years or so, which opened up properties like Society Hill. One to two units would be deemed for low-income families and raffled off to people who wouldn’t ordinarily meet the requirements.
Asher led the way across the threshold of their unit, where they both removed their shoes. His mom didn’t play about her hardwood floors. In the living room there was a sofa, loveseat, and single recliner arranged around a modest-sized television. On the shelf beneath the coffee table were several board games ranging from Monopoly to Jenga. The place was very tidy, hardly where you would expect someone like Asher to rest his head, especially considering that he was a slob. Ruby usually came around once per week and cleaned his bedroom for him. He was much like a child when it came to cleaning up behind himself.
With the familiarity of someone who had been in the condo more than a few times, Ruby sat on the couch and helped herself to the remote control. She proceeded to absently scroll through the channels.
“I thought we were going to kick it?” Asher motioned toward the bedroom.
“We are. Stop being so thirsty,” Ruby teased him.
Asher could already tell what was going on. Now that Ruby was in he was going to have a hard time getting rid of her. He went into his bedroom where he pulled off his sweatshirt and tossed it on the floor amongst an already existing pile of clothes. He’d need to do laundry soon, or convince Ruby to do it for him. Next, he took his gun out of his pocket and was about to put it in his hiding spot under his mattress, when something fell out of his pocket and fluttered to the floor. It was a piece of a condom wrapper! He swooped in and grabbed the torn package and was about to throw it out the window when Ruby’s voice behind him scared him shitless.
“Damn, this place is a fucking pigsty!” Ruby looked around the room in disgust. “What do you do, just step out of your old shit and keep it moving?”
“That’s because it’s been missing my woman’s touch.” Asher tucked the wrapper behind his back.
Ruby gave him a quizzical stare. “Why are you looking all suspect like I caught you with your hands in the cookie jar?”
“Girl, you trippin’.” Asher half chuckled.
“Am I?” She took a step toward him and Asher backed up. “What are you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding anything. Go ahead with that bullshit.” Asher tried to step around her, but Ruby blocked his path. She grabbed his hand and forced it open, only to find it empty. “I told your crazy ass,” he wrapped his arms around her. As he did so, he used his foot to kick the condom wrapper under the dresser. He’d stealthily dropped it and was hiding it under his sneaker when she went for his hand.
“You think you so slick,” Ruby playfully pinched his ribs. She knew he was up to something, but wasn’t sure what.
“Knock that bullshit off and stop acting like you don’t miss me.” Asher pulled her close and kissed her. He let his tongue explore her mouth, sucking her bottom lip slightly before letting her breathe.
“I wouldn’t have to miss you if you weren’t ducking me. You been playing me real left lately, babe. I do something wrong?” Ruby asked. This was the first time in a few weeks that she had gotten to pin Asher down long enough to really talk to him. She had been feeling some type of way about the distance that was growing between them.
Getting in a bag of emotions was something Asher hadn’t planned on getting into when they’d come back to his place. Ruby was in a rare emotional state. Most times she was so gangster that he would forget that she was a woman, and therefore came with a measure of fragility. He thought about spinning Ruby; feeding her a lie that would appease her enough to make her stop pressing him, but he owed her more. Ruby was crazier than a shit-house rat, but she was also very solid. She’d been there for Asher when nobody else was and had proven on more than a few occasions how far she was willing to go when it came to him. Asher was a dog, but Ruby had always been the definition of solid and this is why he fucked with her so heavy. It wasn’t her fault that his dick had such a voracious appetite. Of course, he would never make a full confession, at the expense of her heart or his life, but a measure of truth would put her mind at ease.
“It ain’t you, baby. Just some job stress.” Asher flopped on the bed and ran his hands over his face. He gave the appearance of being far more stressed than he actually was. The ruse had the desired effect.
Ruby sat on the bed next to him and placed her hand on his thigh. Her eyes were concerned, yet serious. Job stress, in his line of work, likely meant that lives were hanging in the balance. It didn’t surprise her. Ruby knew how the game went. “Do I need to be concerned about you?” she asked. There was no question as to where she would go if he would but only ask.
Asher smiled and thumbed her cheek tenderly, flattered that even when he knew he was fucking up, Ruby was still ready to ride for him. How could someone so beautiful be so dangerous? “Nah, baby. You ain’t never gotta worry about me. No matter what happens, I’m always gonna be the last man standing.”
“Then what’s going on?” She pressed.
“Zul is home,” Asher told her.
“Oh, shit.” Ruby’s jaw went slack. She had been around back when things had started to sour between Zul and B-Stone. She was also aware of the circumstances surrounding Zul’s arrest and what being back in the world might mean. This definitely wasn’t good. “Do we need to be concerned?” She was one of the few people who knew the details of Zul’s imprisonment and was worried for her man.
“We dance on the fringes of the law, baby. We should always be concerned.” Asher laughed it off.
“You know what I mean,” Ruby said seriously. “What Stone have to say?”
“Not too much, at least not to me. Word is on the street that he’s home, but nobody has actually seen Zul yet.”
“That’s even worse. Snake like that goes to ground you don’t wanna be nowhere near it when it pokes its head out.”
Ruby had a point.
Asher was silent for a while, mulling the situation over in his head. Technically the beef was between B-Stone and Zul, Asher didn’t have a dog in the fight. Still, he was getting money with B-Stone and would be expected to answer the call to arms when and if it was put out. Then there was the other piece of business. The thing that would make it inevitable was that Asher found himself roped into the bullshit.
Ruby eased up behind Asher. She ran her hands over his back, then his chest, and kissed him softly on the back of his neck. She nibbled at his ear and whispered, “You know I’d do anything for you. All you gotta do is say the word.”
This made Asher smile. What she was suggesting was a suicide mission, but it took a special kind of woman who would willingly throw her life away for love. He ran his hands over hers reassuringly. “No, baby. I don’t need you getting that pretty face of yours blown off. We’ll let somebody else take that bullet.”
She slithered around him like a snake and straddled his lap. “I love it when you talk that ruthless shit.” She kissed him. Her hands slid down the front of him and into his pants. Asher tried to move them away, but Ruby already had a grip on his dick. She stroked him until she felt it thicken. “Stop playing and let me get this dick,” she commanded.
Asher knew that there was no arguing with her over this. Whether he wanted to have sex or not, Ruby was going to get broken off even if she had to take it. He laid back on the bed and let her do her thing. He watched her strip down to her panties and bra. Sometimes Asher forgot how bad she was. Ruby’s body was almost perfect, save for the scar that went from her navel and stopped just below her breasts. She had tried to stop one of her mother’s boyfriends from beating on her and he’d stabbed the girl. Ruby ended up in the emergency room, but the boyfriend ended up missing.
Ruby made sure to maintain eye contact with Asher when she crawled onto the bed. She knew that it turned him on when she looked at him like that. She didn’t bother to take his pants off, only pulled them down around his knees. She didn’t need access to all of him, just the important part. She dipped her head with intentions of giving him a blow job, but she noticed an odd smell about his balls. It wasn’t another woman’s pussy that she was smelling, but it was a foreign smell. She slithered back up his body, kissing him on the neck, and whispered into his ear. “Why your dick smell like that?” she asked, before squeezing it tight enough to make him yelp.
“Fuck is wrong with you?” Asher tried to wiggle away, but she had a firm grip on his dick.
“I see we still playing them games, huh?” Ruby tugged. Not hard enough to hurt him and make him lose his erection, but enough to let him know that she could hurt him. “I got something for your ass.”
“Ruby, be cool,” Asher warned.
“Shut up,” she slapped him across his face, with just enough force to get his attention. “You out here playing me dirty, Ash?”
“Ruby, why we gotta go through this all the time? Only thing I’m out doing is trying to get a dollar,” Asher insisted. He slid from under her and moved to the other side of the room to put some distance between them. He cursed himself for not being able to shower first. Ruby had the nose of a bloodhound.
Ruby moved with the grace of a jungle cat, invading his space, searching his eyes for signs of a lie. Asher was a master wordsmith and had a poker face better than some professional gamblers, but Ruby knew his heart. The moment he broke her gaze, she knew he’d done something. “Dirty dick ass nigga.” She tried to slap him again, but this time he caught her about the wrist.
“I told you already, calm that shit down Ruby!” Asher gave her a warning look and applied pressure to her wrist.
“What you gonna do? Beat me? Because it’s been so long since you touched me, I’ll take it any way I can get it.” Ruby clicked her tongue. “What’s the matter, Ash? You done wasted all your joy juice on your side bitches and ain’t got none left for your main?”
“Ruby—” he began.
“Asher.” She cut him off. She didn’t have the time or mental capacity for his lies. “Baby, I knew the fruit was rotten before I plucked it, but at least allow a bitch a few sweet bites before you give her a bellyache.”
Asher ran his hands over his face in exasperation. “What you want from me, Ruby?”
“Fuck me like you want me, even if you don’t.” Ruby pinned Asher against the wall, pressing kisses against his lips. He wasn’t receptive, but he didn’t resist. She sucked his bottom lip like she was trying to drain it while fishing around in his pants for his dick. She found it thick and inviting.
“Let’s go to the bed,” Asher panted in her ear, finally getting with the program.
“Nah, I want you to fuck me like you fuck those other bitches,” Ruby told him. She went to the window where she planted one palm on the glass. With her other hand, she spit into her palm and began rubbing it back and forth over her pussy. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “What the fuck you waiting for?”
Asher eased up behind Ruby, panting heavily in her ear while taking hold of his dick. He was so hard that he struggled to bend it to the proper angle to enter her. When he finally found his way, Asher found himself enveloped in warmth. His hips tightened when she pushed back against him. “Fuck,” he hissed, trying to keep himself composed.
“You don’t want this.” Ruby inched forward, threatening to expel his penis. Just when it almost came out, she backed up on it again and repeated the process.
“I do,” he promised. Asher was floating in the pussy. With each stroke it took him to a higher level of pleasure. Ruby was working that black magic on him, as only she could.
“Then prove it.” She dug her nails into his ass cheeks and forced him to pump harder. “Show me that you’re down for me like I’m down for you!”
“I’m down for you, baby . . . I am so down!” Asher thrusted in and out of her. He felt the tingling, he knew he was about to blow his wad. When he tried to pull out, Ruby dug her nails deeper into his thighs, pulling him deeper into her. They ended up tumbling to the floor, with Ruby landing on top of Asher and him still firmly inside her. Ruby was now in the driver’s seat, twisting . . . bucking . . . twisting . . . bucking. His limbs went rigid and he heard bells going off in his ears as he neared the finish line. He knew what Ruby was angling toward and found himself powerless to stop it. He was a hopeless victim of the spell she’d cast over his dick. All Asher could do was curse her name as he exploded into Ruby’s bewitched pussy.
Asher wasn’t happy about slipping up and cumming inside Ruby. It’s not like it was the first time he had done it, but it was usually when he didn’t feel like pulling out. She had turned the tables on his ass that day. She curled in the crook of his arm, breathing hard and quite satisfied.
“I love you, Asher. Please don’t ever make me kill you, baby. Promise me that you’ll never force me to put your pretty ass in the ground,” Ruby said sleepily, as she began to drift off.
“I promise,” Asher whispered and kissed her on the forehead. He played with her hair for a time while she slept, thinking about the things they had endured as individuals as well as a couple. Ruby was a rider . . . a real bottom bitch, and most men would be happy to have her. Most except Asher. Ruby needed to be loved in a way that was impossible for him. He just hadn’t found a way to tell her yet.
CHAPTER 13
After the incident at the Trap, Promise needed a blunt to calm her nerves. Smoking weed had been something else that she had been doing more of lately. She smoked but had never been a big smoker. Mouse always seemed to have it on deck. She didn’t have that bunk that they used to scrape together dollars to buy from the kids up the hill. Mouse kept that fire!
They found a stoop on the strip that was away from the action but still gave them a good enough view. That was Mouse’s idea. She was always reluctant to travel too far from the block for fear that she might miss something. Things had been more interesting than usual, especially with the chatter that Zul was home. Promise had heard the name before, but couldn’t recall ever seeing him. Whoever this Zul was, he must’ve been someone quite dangerous to put B-Stone on edge like that.
“That shit was crazy, huh? Back at the apartment,” Mouse said as if she was reading Promise’s mind. She was putting the finishing touches on the blunt that she was rolling.
“Crazy is one way to put it. I really thought he was gonna throw that guy out the window,” Promise told her.
“Nah, there were too many people around for that. B-Stone is a beast, but he ain’t a fool,” Mouse said.
“That other guy he was with seems to be the only one who can reason with him,” Promise thought out loud.
“Who? Saud? That’s the triple OG right there. Saud used to be that nigga in the hood until he went to prison for like forever. Been home for a while now, and he mostly plays the background, whispering in B-Stone’s ear. I hear he’s got a whore house somewhere on the other side of town too. Everybody who is anybody in the hood respects Saud. He’s earned his stripes,” Mouse said, giving Promise a bit of background on the OG.
“If Saud is so well respected, how come he didn’t try and reclaim his spot when he was released?” Promise asked.
Mouse shrugged. “Your guess is as good as anyone else’s. If it was me, I’d be trying to take back what was mine, but that apparently ain’t what Saud wants. I know for a fact that he could’ve gotten more than a few hitters to back him if he’d wanted to go that route, but he didn’t. Now he’s just some kind of advisor to B-Stone and Ab. I once asked Ab why he thought Saud never made a move and he spun me with some bullshit about twenty years in prison changing the hearts of men, or some shit like that. You know some of these old niggas weird,” she said.
“Speaking of weird, I saw your boy earlier,” Promise said, thinking of her encounter with Keys.
“He still running around like a puppy with his tail tucked?” Mouse laughed.
