Forbidden Fruit (16 page)

I was sitting in the living room drinking some Bicardi Limon and orange juice. I had just finished smoking a blunt and was feeling it when someone knocked on the door. I got up and went to the door. Damien was barking his tail off again. I looked through the peephole, and it was the same white man. I returned to my spot on the couch and continued watching Half Baked. That movie was so hilarious. I was not going to open the door. He would just have to keep on knocking until he got tired. It wasn't like he could bust up in the crib. Or could he? I mean he might not have been five o, but I didn’t answer the door for strangers. Especially not strange white men.

The knocking finally stopped and I decided to call Ablo. I was kind of nervous and I needed him there with me. Damien was good company, but it wasn't the same. I dialed his cell number and waited patiently. It rung six times before he answered sounding out of breath.

"I'm on the grind baby. You know the routine. C'mon boo...chill out. You know I'll be under your fine ass in a lil' while," he said.

"Why the hell you tryin' to rush me off the phone. You better not be wit' a bitch nigga. I swear to God I will come lookin' for your ass and I bet I'll find you. If I catch you, then it's really over. No more beggin' and pleadin'. I don't wanna see your fake ass tears neither. None of that bullshit," I said angrily.

"Chill Yanna. You trippin' now. I'll be there in 'bout thirty minutes. I'm for real baby. I'm really on some business type shit right now. Give me a few more minutes okay? I'll be there in a minute baby, I promise. I love you...I do," he said sweetly.

I couldn't help but smile despite my ill mood. "I love you too papi.

Chapter 8

Ablo had been a good boy. He came home when he said he would. We even made love and I didn't once think of El. He was becoming a distant memory, and that was fine with me. I was Diablo's girl, and no one else's. He was in the kitchen cooking me breakfast when my cell phone rang. I answered it and the person hung up on me. I looked at the caller ID, but the number hadn't come up.

"Baby, I'm finished cookin'!" Diablo yelled.

I got up and walked into the kitchen to eat breakfast at the table. Diablo didn't believe in eating in bed. He would fix my plate, but not bring it to the bed. He had made strawberry pancakes with strawberry syrup (my favorite). Along with that we had grits, eggs, biscuits, and turkey sausage. He'd also poured me a tall glass of cranberry juice cocktail.

"Mmmm baby, this looks good," I grinned and kissed his lips.

"You look good...especially when you bust. So good. You can get your breakfast cooked every mornin' from now on if you keep puttin' it on me like you did last night." He grabbed me and grinded into me from behind. "You just don't know lil’ ma. You ain't done me like that in a long time. After we get full I wanna do it again."

I smiled and sat down at the table. It was good last night. I was glad I was out of the El phase. "You act like it ain't good all the time," I said.

"Oh, nol boo. I didn't mean to make you think that. Your shit always good as hell. It's just that last night you seemed more into it. The freak came out, and I love that shit. Shit, it was so good my toes started curlin'," he said.

I cut my pancakes and waited for him to sit at the table with me. We said grace and dug in. Diablo never talked while he ate so I didn't bother to say anything. My mind drifted as my eyes focused on the gun that he kept on the table when we ate always. It was a silver plated .45with a black handle.

"Why do you keep this gun on the table?" I asked.

Diablo cleared his throat and focused his eyes on me. Before he said a word he chewed his food and swallowed. "Protection. Your man got enemies. You know that. I gotta keep us alive and out of harm's way." With that said he continued eating.

I sighed and ate my food in silence. When we finished he cleared the table and washed the dishes. He was a good man and I decided to keep the man I had. El was a fantasy and I had to put him out of my mind for good. I couldn't mess up what I had with Ablo. He took care of me, and I was not going to do anything to risk losing him or my life.

After Ablo finished washing the dishes he came to join me in the shower. I felt the cold air as he opened the shower door. I turned around and pulled him into me for a deep, passionate kiss. I felt his hard dick against my leg.

"Damn, you hard already," I said.

"I been hard all mornin'. When I woke up you had the cover kicked off you and you was naked wit' you legs wide open. Your fat pussy was lookin' all pretty, and the lil’ pussy hairs that’s growin’ back was all wet from your juices from earlier. I wanted to put my face down there and inhale you," he said staring at me. I could see the love in his eyes. Or was that just lust?

He kissed my breasts and then his tongue traveled down to my belly button. "You want me to eat that pussy don't you?" He asked looking up at me. He’d gotten down on his knees.

"Stop teasin' me. You know you like it just as much as I do."

"Probably more," he laughed. I felt his warm breath between my legs causing my spine to tingle. I closed my eyes. He knew exactly what to do to make me feel good. I was the canvas and his tongue was the paintbrush stroking me like a work of art. His tongue gently teased my clit, and then he started to suck it. I wanted to scream.

"Mmmm, you make me feel so damn good baby," I moaned as he made slurping sounds. He pulled me into his mouth, sucking and licking until my body jerked. "Yesss, mmmm."

"Yeah, that's it. I love suckin' this sweet ass mufucka. You taste so good." His voice was muffled, but I understood him.

"Uhhhh Ablo, baby, eat my pussy....damn...I love you," I said out of breath. He had my whole body tingling.

'Mmmmm...mmmm....mmmmm," he said like I was the tastiest treat he'd ever had. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers. "Look at that fat ass clit. I'm 'bout to make you nut right now."

I was moaning and grabbing his head. "Ohhhh shit....ohhhh fuck! Yes, ohhhh shit, Ablo...eat me baby....eat me....ohhhhh! I'm cumin'...hell yeah....uhhhh!" I screamed. I was nutting so hard I couldn't even move. He stuck his tongue inside me lapping up my juices like he was thirsty as hell. That mufucka had to love me to make me feel that good.

After he finished I was ready for whatever. Then I heard Damien barking and then a loud noise at the door. "You hear that?" I asked just as Ablo was about to hit it from the back.

"Nol, I ain't hear shit. I know what I wanna hear. I wanna hear that wet ass pussy poppin' while I'm up in that mufucka."

"Turn the shower off. I heard a noise at the door and then Damien started barking," I said.

"C'mon baby, I want you bad." He pointed at his dick which was rock hard with big veins sticking out. "You just p-noid."

"Don't be brushin' shit off 'cause you wanna fuck nigga. I heard sumthin'," I snapped turning the shower off. That's when I heard the loud banging at the door again. "See."

"Shhh," Diablo said reaching for our towels. He handed me one. "Get dressed," he whispered wrapping the other towel around his waist. He grabbed a gun from his dresser drawer and got dressed at the same time. Damien was barking out of control again.

I followed close behind Ablo with my blue terry cloth robe on. I had the twenty two in the deep side pocket just in case my boo needed some back up.

"That's Greg. We went to high school together. He cool. He my white clientele and shit. I told him I'd look out for him," he said and opened the door. He gave Greg some pound. "What's up man."

"Ain't nuthin' man. I been here a few times, but nobody came to the door. The dog be barkin' though," Greg said sounding black.

"Yo', Greg, this my baby girl Yanna, Yanna this my boy Greg."

We greeted each other and then I left the room before they got into their business conversation. I had other things to do, like go shopping.

Chapter 9

"You serious?" Amaya laughed on the phone with Princess. "I didn't know that Yanna had beat Carmen's ass yesterday. She ain’t been talkin' to me for the last few weeks."

"Yeah girl, Carmen was runnin' her mouth at Kroger of all places. Yanna was beatin' that bitch up and down the damn aisle. Your sister banked her bitch ass," Princess said out of breath.

She was her old self again since La La had been locked up.

"I can't believe Carmen said all that shit. When the hell she get brave?" Maya asked folding some laundry. Mel was in the room with Lexus. Although he'd started to have doubts about her being his, he was still attached to her. He had no words for Maya though. As far as he was concerned their relationship was over.

"So what's up wit' you and Mel?" Princess asked on cue.

"Nothin' girl. Every since Ju told him that shit he ain't been fuckin' wit' me. Damn, I done lost my man and my big sister at the same time," Maya sighed.

I rubbed Diablo's sore leg as he flipped through the channels. We'd just gotten back from the Cheesecake Factory. The food was good and the Moet we had just drunk had me feeling light headed.

He stared at the TV as a Jaguar commercial came on. "Now that mufucka hot," he said jumping up on his feet. "Damn boo, look at that car."

Diablo stared at me. "You so cold hearted at times Yanna. Your fuckin' sister need your ass and that's all you can say. That's fucked up."