Free In Love with a Thug by Reginald L. Hall Page B

started to shoot from my dick as I willingly let him take over my body. “Bryant,” I yelled again with my body trembling from the smash I had busted.
    â€œC’mon, boy, what is my muthafuckin’ name?” he repeatedly said while pumping faster.
    â€œ Daddy Dick,” I yelled for the last time as he shot all his man juice inside my body.
    â€œDamn, Baby. That’s good,” he said, sucking in my lips with his tongue. His body lay pressed against mine with love juice sandwiched between. I kissed his sweaty forehead. Thank you, I thought. We continued to lie on the bed as he fell asleep in my arms without removing himself. I listened to his loud snores as I thought about what had happened today. Hmm, today wasn’t such a bad day after all.
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    The music was bumping as I shook my head to the beat of Nicole Wray’s “Make it Hot.” I was busy doing a sewn-in weave on one my regulars when Bryant entered the shop followed by one of his boys.
    â€œWassup, peoples,” said Bryant as he held the door for his bull to carry in the box of DVDs.
    â€œWe got CDs and DVDs,” announced Bryant, walking past my chair as if he didn’t know me. I tried my hardest not to stare to make our relationship known. He walked around sucking a cherry lollipop and wearing an oversized white tee, a pair of Miskeen capris and a pair of Prada sneakers with ankle socks. Tailing behind him was a light-skinned young bull that had to be no older than eighteen with sandy-brown hair and basically sporting the same gear as Bryant. As the young bull sat the box down on the floor Bryant went over to holla at Kya.
    â€œWassup, cutie?” he said, licking his lips and twirling the lollipop in and out of his mouth. Kya, who sported a long weave with Chinese bangs, a tight wife beater that read Princess across the chest and a pair of booty shorts, stopped what she was doing and gave Bryant the time of day.
    â€œNothing,” she said in a shy tone.
    â€œI’m sayin’, shawty, you gotta man?” asked Bryant as if he had some intentions of getting with her. Does he not see me standing here?
    â€œActually I don’t,” she responded. I was getting heated. I couldn’t believe that he would do this shit in front of my face.
    â€œUm, there’s no soliciting in the shop, fellas. Could you please leave?” I demanded, trying to be smart. Bryant looked at me with a smart-aleck look.
    â€œOh my bad, we gon’ leave.” He turned to the young bull. “Ayo, take that box out to the truck,” he instructed. And the young bull did as he was told.
    â€œWhat’s ya numba, shawty?” Bryant asked, pulling out his cell phone and punching in Kya’s number. I could sense that Rob could see the fire in my eyes but he, Keisha, and Jeff all had their eyes on Bryant.
    â€œAiight, I’ma call you lata,” Bryant said. He closed his cell phone and gave me one last look before leaving the shop. By the time Bryant left, Nicole’s song had gone off and B2K was starting to play.
    â€œGirl, he was the bomb. You better not sleep on that, Kya,” screamed Rob as soon as the door shut behind Bryant.
    â€œHuh, you think I am? Oh, no, I need a man. And boy was he fine,” she responded. “I can’t wait to get a taste of that,” he added.
    â€œGirl, I wish I could be a fly on the wall,” teased Rob.
    â€œExcuse me for a minute. I have to make an important phone call,” I said to my client as I placed my comb down on my station and walked quickly into my office and closed the door.
    I decided to use my cell phone and not the shop’s phone in case someone was to pick up the cordless.
    â€œYo,” Bryant said after the first ring. I know he could tell that I was heated.
    â€œWhat the fuck do you take me for, a fool?” I snapped.
    â€œJ.J., what are you talkin’ about?
    â€œHow you gonna come up in my salon and