Free Kismet (Beyond the Bedroom Series) by Raynesha Pittman, Brandie Randolph

my Oscars were swimming around in a punch bowl. I had seen enough.
     
    Stephanie demanded that my house was finished tonight and told Tracey to stay there for the weekend just in case they came back. She paid everyone and ordered them pizza. “You ready to go?”
     
    I felt like a zombie, but I followed her out the house. Stephanie was running the shots and I was going to follow her lead.
     
    “Tomorrow, after breakfast, we are heading to Tennessee so you can speak with the police, and then we are calling a moving company to get your shit and follow us back here. You can put your things in my storage until you’re ready to get them. I’m headed to the Liquor Bank and I’m about to ease your mind!”
     
    She dug into her purse and held up what looked like two ounces of weed. “You thought I was going to leave him sitting at Houston’s waiting on you? I keep telling you I got your back!”
     
    Damn, she had met up with Marcus to pick up my weed. I had forgotten all about him with everything going on today. I was able to get out a, “Thank you,” but she talked right over it.
     
    “I’ll stop and get some cigars while we out, you’re in good hands. Relax.” After her many stops for food, liquor, cigars and movies, we finally made it to her house. She had a nice, two-bedroom house outside of Stone Mountain. The area wasn’t all that great, but whenever I missed home, it was my comforter.
     
    I hated to say it but after the shit I went through today, home was looking a lot better. Even though South Central was a rough place to live, niggas went down by themselves; they weren’t trying to take nobody with them. The no snitch rule was one rule everybody went by and there were consequences if you didn’t.
     
    “Come eat something before you get on this liquor.” I joined her in the kitchen, sat on her counter and murdered my food. Stephanie knew where all the good, home-style food spots were, no matter what city and state we were in. She had ordered catfish and spaghetti from a little spot near her house and man, it was good. When I looked up, I was rubbing my sliced bread across my plate trying to get the last taste of spaghetti off it.
     
    I rolled up a blunt while she made the drinks and then we smoked in the kitchen. Weed was really a cure-all for me because I started feeling like myself instantly. I got up and started rubbing on her booty while she hit the blunt.
     
    “I see you feeling better.” I laughed and then put her on the counter and licked all over her neck. I thought she would stop me. Instead, she swallowed her glass of Henn and puffed on the blunt. Before she let the smoke from her lungs out, I put my mouth to hers and kissed her until the smoke entered my lungs. She placed the blunt in my mouth and took her pants off. I griped her with my free hand until she stood on her tippy toes to get back on the counter.
     
    I continued to pet her cat as I drank my liquor while she held the glass to my lips. Handing her the blunt back, she inhaled as I slid my fingers deep into her, while twisting and turning my hand.
     
    “Damn, you know I like that,” she moaned. So I went deeper, eventually those words got stuck in her throat and wrapped around a moan.
     
    “Who has been petting my cat?” I knew she hadn’t been sleeping with anybody because I kept her too busy to and she was in her last year of college. She didn’t have time to meet new people; I just wanted to hear her response
     
    “You know I don’t have time to mess with nobody; I got a demanding boss.” As soon as those words shot out of her mouth, I went deeper and she gushed all down my arm. I laid her back on the counter, making her hair rest in the sink. I licked every bit of her juices and then ate her. She was shaking so badly her knees clapped together like they were giving me a round of applause.
     
    I stepped away from her to where I was completely out of the kitchen and told her to roll up. After the next blunt and