her back. A cool wind caressed her cheek and she thought sure that she was falling down a bottomless pit, until the softness of the bed’s mattress touched her back.
Looking up into his eyes, those same eyes that often made her feel loved or terrified, Monifa found that it was hard for her to concentrate. She promised herself that she wouldn’t let him back in, that she would carry the hate with her forever, but she couldn’t. Though Gutter had done her wrong, she still wanted him… no, she needed him.
With a tug, Gutter had torn off her tank top fumbling with her bra strap. Tiring of his clumsy fingers she popped the latch, exposing ripe cinnamon breasts and brown, silver-dollar nipples. Gutter suckled her breasts like a starved child, while she moaned in ecstasy. Grabbing a fistful of his braids, she yanked his head back and bit into his neck, drawing a yelp from him. The bite wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but it was hardly friendly. Strangely enough this seemed to turn him on more.
Grabbing her by the waist he flipped her over onto her stomach. Monifa’s back arched as he ran his tongue down her spine. Gutter proceeded to pull her jeans off and plant kisses on her ass cheeks. She thought she saw spots when he pulled her thong to the side and started lapping at her kitten from behind. His tongue moved in and out of her pussy like a hot spear, hitting spots that he was clueless to when they were an item. He had obviously been practicing. She shook him off and flipped over, wrapping her legs around his neck and pulling his head further into her love cave, and he happily gorged on her. At that moment he was one of Jesus’ apostles and she was the last supper. As waves of pleasure rode her like a jockey she wondered how the hell she could’ve ever let him get away from her in the first place.
Slowly, he slid up her body, tickling her with his beard. His catlike eyes twinkled as he whispered, “I missed this so much.”
“Not as much as I did,” she panted. Monifa raised her head as much as she could under his weight and kissed him. Her juices tasted like sweet nectar on his lips. “I need you inside me, baby,” she pleaded. “Please, let me feel you.”
Aiming with his thumb, Gutter slipped inside the warmth that was Monifa. Her walls felt like warm silk, gently tightening on his muscle as he dipped a bit deeper into her. Monifa hissed like she was in pain, but that didn’t stop her from pulling him in deeper. She raked her nails across the picture of Lou-Loc that he had on his back, begging him to go deeper still. Even when Gutter reached the furthest and deepest parts of her she begged for more.
Monifa’s eyes rolled back in her head as Gutter slipped in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She let her tongue roam his neck then his chest, but stopped when she saw the tattoo above his heart. Sharell is what it said in Gothic letters. It was just another reminder of what Monifa had lost, which pissed her off. It was at that moment that the intense pleasure mixed with the mounting rage took over. Digging her nails into the back of his neck she began slamming herself against him like she was trying to break his penis off inside her.
Gutter saw the change come over Monifa, but he was too lost in the warmth to care. He didn’t know what had gotten into her but if she wanted to be
Not bothering to remove himself from her, he flipped Monifa on her side, with one leg resting on his shoulder and the other pinned between his legs. Gutter cursed, snarled, and damn near foamed at the mouth as he could feel all the energy in his body concentrating itself in his privates. Monifa felt so good that he wasn’t ready to come, but when she bounced her heart-shaped ass against him it stole the choice from him. Gutter exploded inside Monifa like a small geyser before falling on the bed next to her, still inside her cave.
Monifa snuggled against Gutter’s body and wrapped his arm around her. She could feel his heart beating erratically against her back. Monifa felt like all the tension she had carried around for the past two years was finally released. Though she didn’t fool herself about what had just happened it was still nice to be touched by someone she loved. She knew that as soon as Gunn’s business was concluded he would be back on a plane to New York where his girl was waiting, but didn’t ruin the moment by dwelling on it. Sharell had obviously won his heart, but at that moment his body belonged to her.
chapter 19
“HE’S STILL not picking up his phone,” C-style said, flipping her cell closed. “First B. T. and now China has gone missing, what the fuck is happening to our troops?”
“We need to get a line on China,” Pop Top said, thinking of how funny he started acting after the murder. China was one of their click, but if Pop Top even thought he might snitch he was going to kill him. “C, I want you to swing by his mama house and see what’s up with the boy. If he ain’t there we gotta assume he’s flipped.”
“Nah, not China, he’s one of us,” C-style defended him.
“So was B. T.,” Hollywood reminded her. “I always knew that nigga was shady, but wasn’t nobody trying to hear me.”
“I can’t believe that nigga was working for the other side,” C-style said in disbelief.
“Fucking rat.” Pop Top slammed the glass of Hennessey he’d been sipping. “He’s probably been sucking that L.C. dick since Lou-Loc whooped his fucking ass, so ain’t no telling how much they know about us.”
“Damn, you think he gave up addresses or anything like that?” C-style asked nervously.
“Shit, it wouldn’t surprise me,” High Side spoke up for the first time. “You can’t put nothing past a cocksucker, ma, no offense.” He smiled.
“Fuck you, Side.” She punched him in the arm.
“I’m glad you muthafuckas see this as some kinda playtime when we got the fucking devil on our heels. If Major Blood is here that means we managed to piss off somebody real important.”
“What’s the skinny on this cat?” Hollywood asked.
“Before today I had never met him personally, but he’s supposed to be official wit his murder game, since a shorty. Him and Lou-Loc had an ongoing beef; that’s how he got the scar behind his ear.”
Hollywood whistled. “If he was able to get at Lou, he must be one bad muthafucka.”
“So, what are we supposed to do?” Rob asked, sporting two fresh black eyes.
“We war,” a voice to their rear answered. Bruticus was a hulk of a man, who wore a clean-shaven head and a thick gold chain bearing a transformer emblem. Bruticus was one of the founding members of the Decepticons back in the late eighties. He was notorious for his violence, so it was a brilliant strategic move when Lou-Loc suggested they recruit him for the cause. Bruticus and his team from Brownsville had been instrumental in the fall of L.C. Blood, with him having murdered at least four of their members personally.
“I can agree with you on that one.” High Side nodded. “But how do we find this nigga, Major Blood?”
“That shouldn’t be too hard. We ride on enough of his punk-ass boys; he’ll poke his head out again. Then we bust it open.” Bruticus chuckled. “Matter of fact, I got the perfect mark in mind. He’s a pussy, but he brings in a lot of money for them cats uptown. The best way to hurt a nigga is to cave his pocket in.”
“Bet. Arm up and make it happen, my dude,” Pop Top told him. “C”-he turned to her-“hop in a cab and go see what up wit young China. You know where he lives, right?”
“Yeah, I’m on it.” C-style grabbed her purse and prepared to bust her move.
“I’m ready to rock when y’all niggaz are.” Hollywood cocked the hammer of his pearl-handled.357. “How you wanna do this, cuz?”
“We gonna mash on these niggaz, on some guerrilla warfare shit.” Pop Top ground his fist into his palm. “I gotta a little nigga I’ve been hearing about that should make things real uncomfortable on them slobs.”
“You know how Gutter don’t like bringing in no outsiders on family business,” High Side reminded him.
“I hear that, playboy, but Gutter is in Cali and I’m holding the reins. Check, right now ain’t but so many niggaz on the turf that’s ’bout that body count. Niggaz is shooters, but they ain’t killers. Make no mistake about what I’m telling you, cuz. Major Blood is a stone killer and to combat a killer we need killers, smell me?”
“Yeah, I got you, Top,” High Side told him. “So who you gonna call?”
Pop Top grinned wickedly and said, “The Outlaw.”
