Page 23 of Gang of Roses: Kash

“I’m… oh my God. I’m finna cummmmm!” she screamed.

“Yeah, you with me.”

She was breathing hard.

“You see these pretty ass lights up here, Ma?”

“Mhmm. I see it,” she lied. Those brown eyes of hers were shut tight not catching a thing going on around us.

“You enjoying this ride?” I questioned gripping her waist tighter.

“Yessssss,” she moaned loud as hell. Good thing we were enclosed.

I know. Yo’ pussy smiles every time I stroke it.

Sol had my dick in a chokehold, and I fa damn sho’ had her in one. With a handful of hair, I brought her back into my chest and let my semen coat her walls. Her moans were in sync with mine as we shared a climax.

Before I could even enjoy it, we were at the bottom, and the door to our car was opening. Mind you, my dick was still throbbing in my woman pussy.

“Sir, it’s been fifteen minutes,” he said with his head down.

“I suggest you play like Ray and turn the fuck around. I’m in my ole lady right now and yo’ disrespectful ass interrupting that.”

Sol released a small laugh as she stood detaching herself from me. I watched my nut run down her thigh, and I followed suit with a laugh of my own. She really had me out her letting loose in that muthafucka asking for a kid.

We proceeded to get ourselves together the best way we knew how. My shorts was drenched in pussy juice while my fluids were racing down her legs. It was time to go and hit another round at home.

“Anything else you trying to do?” I asked stepping off the ride.

“Take me home D. This is not lady like letting these folk see me like this,” she fussed.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, grabbing her by the hand. “But it was yo’ adrenaline-junky ass that wanted to take this dick on a ride, while on a ride.”

She punched me in the arm causing me to throw up my hands in surrender. She kicked it with me all day and gave no complaints. There was a reason why I chose her to be the one the family knew and the one I let into my space. Sol genuinely gave me peace of mind in a world full of chaos.

7

A GIRL’S BEST FRIEND

KASH

Ilooked at Dice as she looked at Rebel and Rebel me. It had been over a year since we last saw each other and months since we spoke. Our last encounter was a hard pill to swallow. Now I felt as if they were only showing up as an obligation to Rose. There was absolutely no reason as to why we couldn’t be in the same room with one another anymore. We risked our life for each other. You wouldn’t know that from looking at us.

We were seated in Declan’s living room, and none said a word to the other. I missed my bitches, and I was sure they missed me in return. However, we were too stubborn to admit anything. This was gon’ bring on more headaches than one if we ended up fighting and not seeing eye to eye.

“I guess I had to squeeze my tiny ass up in this muthafucka. The tension thicker than me,” Dice said breaking the ice.

Cracking a smile, I shook my head and said, “With all that ass… you wish. The floor plans to the auction house are in front of y’all. Take a look and tell me what we doing.”

I made sure I made copies of everything so the girls wouldn’t have to invade the other’s personal space. We weren’t exactly in a loving mood. They picked up the folders in front of them and began to go through it. Every detail they needed to know behind this heist was in those files. From the auctioneer to the waiters, no one was left out.

“I’m not on the list, why?” Dice inquired.

“Because yo’ ass is too big to be flaunting around, ma’am. You won’t be able to pass out shit without drawing so much attention. That juicy thang needs to be put up and out the way. You gon’ drive the truck. You’ll be in my ear, so you’ll know when the last piece is sold. I’ll be the substitute ringman. One of us has to be able to touch the pieces. Rebel, you’ll be a normal waitress. A waitress has more room to move around, get in, and get out. You’ll be the chess piece that no one notices.”

“None of us will be noticed. I’ve been working on something new,” Dice stated digging in her tote. She pulled out a box and sat it on the table. “Look at this.”

“What the fuck is this, Dice?” Rebel questioned pointing to it.