Brick: Double Dippin' 4 by Allison Hobbs

Author:Allison Hobbs
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Romance, Contemporary Women, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary, Thriller & Suspense, United States, Sagas, Crime, Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction
ISBN: 1593094175
Publisher: STREBOR BOOKS
Published: 2012-07-24T00:00:00+00:00

Munch came through about an hour ago. We’ve been sitting in the crib, smoking weed and kicking it while we’re waiting for Fawn. I been calling her every fifteen minutes, but she’s not picking up. I look over at Munch and shake my head. He picks up his cell from the coffee table and taps on it, sending her a text message.

“Where’s she at?” Munch says, somewhat irritated as he sets his phone on the coffee table. “I’ma try again in a few minutes.”

When he first got here, we were laughing and joking around; the mood was upbeat. Now we’re both tense and solemn, realizing Fawn has played us.

“That bitch is fucking with us; she ain’t coming,” I say.

“Nope. It don’t look like it,” Munch agrees.

Rejection hurts. Feels like I’ve been stabbed in the heart. I was really feeling Fawn. I was willing to go out on a limb for that slut. Agreeing to share her with Munch wasn’t an easy decision.

I intended to show Fawn a lot more of my tender side today. I planned to hold her in my arms and kiss her lips while Munch took care of the sexual needs between her legs.

I was so concerned about showing Fawn a nice time, I refused to allow Munch to sniff glue. That nigga is on chill. I got him nice and mellow. I let him smoke up most of my weed so he won’t rip up Fawn’s pussy. I figure she’ll appreciate having her cunt sucked softly and licked with a gentle tongue stroke.

But it don’t pay to be nice to bitches; they take kindness for weakness every damn time.

“Whatchu got in your fridge? I’m getting hungry,” Munch says.

“Nothing, man. Evette ain’t going shopping for food until tomorrow.” I kick it like Evette is the housekeeper slash boarder. I keep the nature of our relationship on the low.

“Y’all ain’t got any snacks… potato chips…a bag of pretzels.”

“Nah. We down to bare bones in this crib.” I fail to explain that I used the last cash Evette had to buy the weed his ass is smoking up and enjoying.

“Wow, I could go for a hoagie or cheesesteak right about now.”

“I know, right? Why don’t you call the deli and order us some grub?”

“I can’t, man. I’m broke.”

I sigh. The best part of this fucked-up day was giving Evette that early morning shampoo. I find myself looking forward to her coming home. Fuck Fawn! I gotta bitch at home that’s willing to do whatever it takes to satisfy my sex drive. She ain’t selfish like Fawn. I can’t even remember the last time Evette had a climax. In this relationship, it ain’t about satisfying Evette’s needs. She’s the kind of female that gets her pleasure from knowing her man’s all right.

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