Free Gunz and Roses by Keisha Ervin

be standing around. I gots to enjoy the party, and anyway, excuse your rudeness. Hi, how you doing? I’m Kema.”
    â€œMy bad. Gunz, this is Kema. Kema, this is Gunz,” Gray spoke.
    â€œWhat’s up? So y’all partying tonight, huh?” he asked, with Gray still wrapped up in his arms.
    â€œAnd you know it.” Kema danced while taking a sip of her drink. “And who is your pot’nah over there?”
    â€œWho?” Gunz looked over his shoulder.
    â€œOl’ boy over there with the dreads.” She pointed.
    â€œHow you know we cool?”
    â€œâ€™Cause I just saw y’all on the steps talkin’.”
    â€œOh, that’s my man King.”
    â€œWell, tell King Kema said what’s up.”
    â€œI got you. You done partying for the night?” Gunz turned his attention back to Gray.
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œGood, ’cause I’m ready to go.”
    â€œOkay, well, I guess I’ll catch up with you later.” Gray air-kissed Kema good-bye.
    â€œRight, and just remember, don’t get nothing on you,” Kema teased.
    â€œYou are a mess.”
    â€œAnd make sure he tell ol’ boy I said what’s up.”
    â€œI will.”
    Gray and Gunz weren’t even out the door a good five minutes before Truth reemerged with his and Gray’s drinks.
    â€œWhere Gray at?” he asked with a concerned look on his face.
    â€œShe just left,” Kema answered, downing the drink in her hand.
    â€œWho she leave with?”
    â€œSome nigga name Gat. I don’t know. Don’t get me to lying.” She took the extra drink from Truth’s hand and gulped it down as well.
    â€œYou don’t know? So you just let her leave the club with somebody she barely knows?”
    â€œShit, she looked like she knew him to me. Calm ya ol’ extra nervous ass down.”
    â€œFuck you, Kema. You be on some bullshit, man.” Truth shook his head as he retrieved his cell phone. “I’m up,” he declared while dialing Gray’s number.
    â€œHow you just gon’ leave me? I rode wit’ you,” Kema yelled.
    â€œWell, bring yo’ ass on then!”
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    Nervous jitters fought for space in the pit of Gray’s stomach as she approached the door to her house. The palms of her hands felt like clay. She could feel Gunz’s presence from behind, wanting and needing her. She wanted him as much as he needed her, but it was late, and they’d already played with the idea of him being there when she woke up in the morning. There was no way that she could make the same impulse decision twice, but visions of him caressing and licking her skin filled her mind.
    Face to face, exchanging breaths, she studied his face. Just the sight of him caused the tingle in her clit to twitch. It took everything in her not to wrap her legs around his waist and ride his dick right there in the hallway. He could have her at any moment or any given time, and he knew it.
    Gunz saw the fear in her eyes. His mouth tried to form the words and tell her not to be afraid, but that would be a lie. It was best she feared him. A nigga like him was no good. He was the worst kind of man to deal with. In the end, he would only break her heart. They both knew this; yet and still, here they were, bathing in the wonder of what should come next. Is this like or lust? Gunz questioned himself as his lips sought refuge in her silky skin. Gray had an undeniable effect on him.
    The sexual attraction he had for her clouded his better judgment. Kissing her good night and heading to his car was what he should have been doing, but being in the midst of her company compelled him to stay. His tongue wanted to tour the hidden areas of her flesh no other man had dared to find. This shit is crazy, he thought as his thumb massaged her cheek.
    â€œGunz, what is it that you really want?” Gray inhaled deeply. “’Cause I’m not used to guys like you