Hittin' the Bricks: An Urban Erotic Tale (16 page)

Fiyah nodded, praying this would be the info that would turn Brody off on Eva forever. Brody could have any chick he wanted. An ex- junkie prolly wasn't one of them.

“Yeah,” Fiyah told him. “A long time ago. She was just a kid.”

Brody thought for a moment, then reached down and grabbed Fiyah's arm. He yanked him up on his feet and brushed the dirt off his shirt.

“Cool!” he said, the happy grin back on his face again. “I like junkies!”

E
va and Mello had turned shit out on the dance floor at Bricks, then gone back to Mello's rented room to chill for the night. The next morning was a gray and rainy New York City day and Eva lay next to Mello with her eyes wide open as his snores rose into the air.

She had played shit off lovely the night before when King Brody had messed around and licked her hand, but the reality was that she was worried. About Fiyah. The fact that he had gotten in deep with a maniac like Brody meant that Fiyah hadn't learned shit after all those months he'd spent in jail. India's murder had forced Eva to see the light of reality when it came to her life, but Fiyah was still stuck in the same old mind- set they both
used to be in back in the day when they were hustling on the streets together and cooking up schemes to do everything from snatching pocketbooks from old ladies to setting up and double- crossing unsuspecting johns who were willing to pay for a piece of Eva's prime young pussy.

With thoughts of Fiyah weighing heavily on her mind, Eva climbed across Mello as quietly as she could and got out of bed. Wearing a wife beater and a sky- blue thong, she walked over to his large window with the brick wall view and looked out as the rain came down heavily over the grimy city.

Her forehead rested on the cool glass as she thought back over her life and its many twists and turns. Fiyah had been right by her side for most of her journey, and the only thing he didn't really know about her was the fact that she had given birth to a baby. Eva knew Fiyah would still love her despite that horrible thing she had done in the darkness that night, but she also knew that him and Milena would press her to go get her son from Miss Threet and bring him into their world where family took care of family.

She just wasn't ready to do that. Her son was being well taken care of right where he was, and there was nothing Eva could offer him yet, not even the love of her cousin and aunt, that would take the place of what Miss Threet was giving him in Brooklyn. Sometimes Eva wondered, but there was no way she could guess the identity of the man who had fathered her child. She had always suspected it was her mother's boyfriend Jahden, but she couldn't prove it. Whoever the father was, it didn't matter to Eva and it didn't make her love her son any less. Her whole life was now geared toward getting her future together so she could one day go down to Brooklyn and get her baby and bring him into her life. But first that life had to be a worthy one. A life that was fit for a child to enter and to be nurtured
and cared for the way he deserved to be. Eva was hoping that life might one day include Mello and that their love thing would last forever and Mello would become the father her son had never had. But that didn't seem likely because she hadn't even first told Mello that she had a son. The only person alive who knew was Reem, the cat who was truly her heart and had fed her and looked out for her when they was kids back in Brooklyn. Eva trusted Reem with her life and her secrets, and she knew he would never betray her in any way. Life had betrayed her enough on its own. She recited a rhyme she'd read somewhere that seemed to signify her destiny from the moment of her birth.

That was her. A Wednesday's child. Eva's mind and heart were both heavy when Mello slipped up behind her and took her by surprise. He scooped her up from her ankles, ran his hands up her legs, then cupped her hips and pushed his hard dick against her as he embraced her and nuzzled her neck softly.

“What you doing?” he asked sleepily.

“Did I ever tell you that I was born on a Wednesday? Yeah. I'm a Wednesday's child. Full of woe.”

“Well you one fine- ass Wednesday for a Saturday morning.”

“I thought you was sleep,” she said, leaning back against him.

“I was,” he mumbled. “But then I missed you.” He kissed her collarbone with warm lips. “Why you up so early?”

Eva shrugged. “I couldn't sleep. Too much stuff running around in my head. I think I worry too much.”

Mello grinned. “You aint gotta worry about me, Mami. I'm hood certified, baby. I gets mine in.”

Eva smiled. “I know you can handle yours, Mello. It's Fiyah who's got me kinda worried. He just got home and he's already making stupid decisions. His head is in a worse spot than it was in when he left. Life is short. He needs to elevate his game. For real.”

“You ain't gotta worry about your cousin, baby. He's a grown- ass man and that niggah looks well fed and well fuckin’ rested to me. Hey I'm out here grinding two jobs just to pay for this shitty little room and you crackin’ your hustle 24/7 too. Fiyah ain't under no stress, baby. He's kickin’ back and relaxing harder than both of us put together.”

Eva nodded. She could feel Mello, but still … she felt Fiyah too.

“He just had a hard- ass life, that's all.”

Mello bitched. “Shit, we all had it hard. My moms used to sell rock when I was a tyke. My pops was one of her best customers. All kinds of scary fiends ran in and out of our crib around the clock. I got shook just by closing my eyes at night. I was too scared somebody was gonna roll in the joint and stick us up while we were sleep. If my moms hadn't died when she did, all of us woulda prolly got killed living up in there.
That
shit was hard.”

Eva thought about her own life for a second then said, “Yeah. Parents can really fuck you up if they ain't careful. That's why you really gotta have your shit together and be stable before you try to raise a kid.”

Mello turned her around in his arms and started kissing her neck.

“Well, we ain't gotta worry about nothing like that right now, baby. But I do want some kids one day. I love kids. I want a whole house full of them jokers.”

Eva swallowed hard. She prayed things would fall into place and her son would have a father like Mello some day. That was her greatest wish for her baby, and she asked God every day to one day provide her son with a man in his life who would love him like he was his own.

Eva was torn up over her own role in her baby's life. Whenever she saw young girls out pushing their babies in strollers her heart would break. She didn't know what their situations were, but they were all young single mothers living in the hood, so they couldn't have had it easy. Sometimes Eva felt real guilty for not getting her son and struggling with him like other young girls did. Some got on welfare, others had baller boyfriends who sold product and kept their shorties laced in jewels and name- brand baby clothes. Other chicks had mothers who helped them raise their kids so they could still go to school and make something out of their lives.

But Eva had none of that. And besides, she didn't want to struggle and make her son struggle with her. Why short- change him like that when there was an angel named Miss Threet who was giving him all the love and care he needed? All the love and care she had?

“Where you at, girl?” Mello joked as she stood like a statue while he planted soft kisses all over her. He raised her wife beater and let his lips trail down her toned stomach until they reached the waistband of her thong. His strong hands cupped her curvy hips as he slipped his tongue in and out of her navel, then dipped lower and pulled her elastic band with his teeth.

He dropped to his knees as his fingers kneaded her thighs. Eva felt slickness seeping from her lower lips as his hot breath
tickeled her stomach. She raised her arms and slipped off her wife beater, letting her big juicy titties bounce free. Her nipples were stiff and beautifully centered on her firm, round breasts and Mello moaned as they jiggled above him.

He slid his hands down to her ankles, brought them up the back of her thighs, and over her ass. His fingers curled around until they cupped her thick melons and Eva moaned and her pussy squirted as he opened his mouth and placed long wet licks all around one breast before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it to a silent rhythm.

Eva reached for his dick and held it as it throbbed in her soft hands. She stroked it through his boxers, then freed it and jerked it up and down, her hand closing over the head with each motion as she squeezed it and massaged it until Mello moaned.

“Let's fuck right here,” Mello whispered when Eva tried to pull him over to the bed. He pushed her little thong string aside and lifted her left leg until it was resting in the crook of his arm. Pressing her backward, he guided his dripping head into her moist hole, then bent his head and licked her pretty nipples at the same time.

Mello sighed as his dick slid in and out of her, Eva's pussy getting hotter and wetter by the second. He held her ass in both palms and massaged its fluffy meat, loving the weight of it in his hands. Reaching underneath her body, he felt his dick pumping and driving deeply into her. He held her pussy in the palm of his hand and shuddered as his dick pile- drove into her squishy flesh.

He rolled her ass cheek around with his palm, moving her the way he wanted her to move. His fingers crept up to her crack and he played with her asshole before inserting his long middle finger straight up in there.

Eva bucked back on him and arched her spine. She leaned forward and bit down on his nipple, sucking it hard, then she cried out as he pummeled her harder, forcing her to cum in big fat pleasure waves.

Her body vibrated on Mello's rigid dick as she tried to catch her breath. He held back for her, plunging in slow but not deep, until she was ready to take what he was slanging once again.

With her pussy extra wet, Eva opened up to him even wider, and Mello dug her out with his entire muscle. He ran his hands up and down her arms and around her back and cupped her ass. Stroke after stroke her juices squirted out and his balls contracted as the head of his dick banged up in her gut. The window was cold on Eva's back as her man spurted his seed deep inside of her, cumming in big waves as she clamped down with her pussy muscles and milked every drop of love he had for her right out through the tip of his dick.

“I luh you, Eva,” Mello panted and slobbered into her hair as he came.

Eva pressed her face to his chest. His heart pounded on her lips.

“Thank you, baby,” she whispered, and she meant that shit. “Thank you.”

S
erena hurried up the stairs of the six- floor apartment building. She had on a plain brown sweat suit and a pair of brown Gucci sneakers. Her short stylish hair was covered by a brown and beige scarf that she pulled down low on her forehead. Even though she wasn't even eighteen, Serena held on to the banister and pulled herself along like she was much, much older. Every fuckin’ inch of her was hurting, and underneath her jacket she'd caked a thick gob of Vaseline over the B brand that was finally starting to heal on her right breast.

Brody was a dangerous man, and Serena was nervous. If she'd been spotted coming here, or if somebody even hinted to Brody that they might have seen her around
this building, she knew what would be up. She'd be another New York City casualty. Her battered and broken body would be found in a Dumpster somewhere. Beaten. Tortured. And just like the other chicks he had discarded before her, shot up full of dope.

Serena stood in front of an apartment on the fourth floor. She rang the bell with quick, short jabs. Like a terrified mouse, she glanced over her shoulder about fifty times and when the door was opened she let her black, swollen eyes do the talking for her.

Bullet stood there with a surprised look on his face. He was a handsome cat. Tall and built. Not as big as Brody but not as fearsome either. Bullet was missing that whole psycho thing that Brody always had lurking in his eyes, and as Serena stood before him, she implored him for help without words.