Page 11 of Know Your Place

I owned a gun shop across town, but I rarely went in to actually work there. I had employees for that, so my time was mine to do as I pleased, and Icelynn was what I pleased. Since it was Sunday, I knew she didn’t have any clients for her job since she took Sundays and Mondays off. Being up under her today sounded like the perfect plan to me.

When I got into the bathroom, I took a piss, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and then slid the shower curtain back. Icelynn was already halfway through washing her body off. She glared at me as I stepped into the shower with her.

“You have a bad habit of coming into the bathroom during my personal time.”

“Hush.” I grabbed her loofah and turned her around so I could wash her back. She allowed me to clean her, but she talked shit under her breath the entire time. I flicked the back of her neck, which was exposed since her braids were pulled up into a bun. “Mean ass.”

“Know you ain’t talkin’.” She snatched her loofah from me as I grabbed the gray one hanging on the hook behind me. She talked all this shit but made sure I had my own shit over here to make me comfortable, including the toothbrush I’d just used that I made sure stayed right next to hers in the covered holder. Couldn’t no nigga come over here without asking questions if I had anything to do with it.

“Wash my back for me, Juicy.”

“No.”

My face scrunched up. “No? Why the hell not?”

“I don’t feel like it.”

“If you want some more dick today, you’ll wash my damn back and cut it out with the damn attitude. All I’m tryna do is feed yo’ greedy ass and then lay up wit’ you the rest of the day. Tighten up.”

Her eyes turned to slits as she looked up at me. “Who says I want any more of that weak ass shit, Beretta?”

She had me fucked up. My hand found her throat. I swear I saw a ghost of a smile on her lips with her crazy ass.

“Whose shit’s weak, Icelynn?”

“You the only nigga in here.”

“You wanna get fucked up?”

“I’d love to see you try.” Her pretty ass loved challenging me.

Irritation flared through me. The thought of Icelynn thinking my dick was weak almost had me ready to spiral.

“That’s how you feel?” My hand slid between her legs, and like always, her back arched as she stumbled into the wall.

“Y-yeah,” she stuttered.

I smirked. Just like her to talk big shit, but as soon as I found her clit, she lost some of that bass in her sweet-ass voice.

I gazed into her eyes as I worked my finger over her clit. Icelynn sighed as her head lulled to the side. I kissed her neck and paid attention to her breathing pattern. As soon as her legs shook, I pulled away. I grabbed my loofah from off the floor of the shower where I dropped it and grabbed my bodywash. When my eyes glanced over at her, I saw that she stared at me with her mouth wide open.

“Close that pretty-ass mouth before I put somethin’ in it.”

She looked like the idea wasn’t so bad to her, and she contemplated it for a second before her mouth snapped shut. Finally, she asked, “Why the hell did you just do that?”

I shrugged. “My bad. I ain’t think you wanted to be bothered with some weak dick. I was saving you from that.”

She punched my arm. It didn’t hurt, but damn, she had a mean right hook.

“You’re wrong for that.” She pointed a finger at me.

My brows rose. “I’m wrong for saving you from some weak shit? Damn, . . . I don’t wanna be right then. I was just lookin’ out for you, Juicy.” I kissed her cheek, just to piss her off.

She snatched away from me and bent to grab her loofah, which had also fallen to the floor. I got a real nice look at her fat ass and smacked it. Icelynn yelped and turned to glare at me.

“Really?” she sneered.

“Ain’t my fault yo’ shit so smackable.”