Wait for U (Crenshaw Kings, #2)

by Shvonne Latrice

Khari ate pussy like he was on death row and would never eat again after this, and the dick, while yes long and quite thick, was a tool he knew his way around that had me nearly speaking in tongues.

His thick, supple lips thrust against mine, and I melted like I always did. This man wasn’t good for my health. I loved him too much, sometimes more than myself. It seemed as if Khari was the respirator in my life, and without that shit, I would simply wither away and die.

Cause I don’t want no fucking body else. I want you. I want whatever the fuck you come with and whatever you don’t come with. At the end of the day, I want Couture more than I want any muthafuckin’ thing else.”

“Don’t leave me, Couture. All this money I’m making, all these hit songs I’m dropping, all these blessings God have brought to a nigga don’t mean shit without you. Don’t leave me. I need you. I love the fuck out of you, but I need you.”

I couldn’t believe I was still just as in love with this man as I had always been, even without being around him for four years.

I’d learned from Prime that the woman for you would have you doing shit you wouldn’t do for any other female. The woman you loved had you giving a fuck about her wellbeing more than yours. She’d have you willing to give up shit you never thought you’d be able to live without, but she also wouldn’t allow you to. The only person I could say I felt that way about was my princess… my baby… Couture.

“I don’t want that bitch.” He glowered, sizing me up a bit as if I’d offended him. “I’m gon’ forever be lonely when I ain’t got you. But if you tell a nigga you want back in on this shit with me and you, ain’t gon’ be no fucking club appearances or anything else outside of recording, touring, and videos. I promise you. Shit, I proved it to you long ago, but you still left me.”

This shit was meant to be no matter what fucking path she was on and vice versa.

“I would die for you, you know that? I love myself like a muthafucka, but for you, I would give that shit back to God. Life, money, kids, the cars, the houses, the accolades don’t mean shit to me without you. You tell me if that nigga you trying to leave me for would give up everything, including his life, for you, baby. He may not have caused you pain, but he also can’t heal that pain like I can.

“He ain’t the nigga for you. I am. I would kill for you. Die for you. Do any fucking thing you need, for you.”

You got a fucking hold on me like nobody else, and I’m not letting the shit go. By the end of it all, it’s gon’ be me and you again.”

“Leland? Fuck a Leland. I’m yo’ muthafuckin’ husband. I belong down

here,”

“Deadass. I only eat at home, and you the only fucking home I know.” He pecked me deeply then helped me up.

“Don’t go with that ten percent, young nigga. A persistent man is a winning man.

“Nah. She fucked with me emotionally, but once I showed her that she and I fit, that we made sense, she was all for it. Strong women like ya mama and Couture need more than what their heart is telling them. They could love the fuck out of you, but if the math ain’t right

up here,” he pointed to his temple, eyeing me, “they not gon’ go for it.”

I’ll do any fucking thing for you, Couture, and if I gotta annihilate a whole blood line to make sure you the lawyer you wanna be, I will.”

Being in the middle of two females you didn’t even wanna fuck with was some crazy shit. I had to give a fuck when I really didn’t give a fuck at all.

than me. “It is the same! You’re the same dog ass nigga making women feel like shit because one is never enough for you!” “You done?” He peered down at me coolly. “Yep! Been done with you, nigga!” I opened my purse to fetch my phone, only to remember it was still inside.

plan. I was so in love with him, and I was realizing that there was no way for me to kick the addiction. Being around him after all these years was like a crackhead getting its first hit after rehab.

God put me on this earth for you. So, when or if you get to a point where you feel like what we got is worth more than your career, I’ll be waiting.”

“I should. Same way you waited for me to pull it together after all the shit I put you through, I can wait for you too. You waited on a nigga when everyone else had run out of patience. Never gave a fuck about how foolish it looked or sounded. I was yo’ nigga, and you wasn’t giving up. So now it’s my turn. It may look dumb to other muthafuckas, but I really ain’t tripping. You my baby. My princess. And I’m gon’ wait for what the fuck I want. I don’t fuck with knock offs or imitations.”

“It’s as good as you think it is. The kind of dick where you don’t need to have any other dick to know it won’t be as good as his.” I lifted my brows, and she nodded with wide eyes to say she understood.

But at the same time, I had friends. I didn’t want a homeboy. I wanted a man. I wanted someone who made me feel giddy at the thought of them. I wanted someone who made me fantasize and reminisce about our sex the night before. I wanted that deep ass connection, and all of that was Khari.

My want for Khari outweighed any logic or conscious.

Our love had always been dangerously influential like that. I never cared what did or didn’t make sense, so long as I had him.

“I don’t give a fuck about yo’ family, who you got behind you, or none of that shit. I care about Couture more than my fucking self, and I’ll put yo’ whole muthafuckin’ bloodline in the ground ’bout mine, then go to jail, if caught, and sleep on some chill shit like the real nigga I am.”

“You mine forever. I don’t give a fuck what you making these other niggas think. You belong to me. From yo’ heart to yo’ pussy. That’s Khari.”

“I would never hurt you. All a nigga wanna do is love you, and I’m gon’ show you every fucking day that choosing me over that nigga was yo’ best decision yet. I fucked up. I know. I hate that I caused this shit right here, but I’ll argue with you every fucking day, risk you throwing shit at my head every fucking day, just to know I have you every fucking day.”

“Then, the way you have always loved my son, even when he didn’t deserve it, made me love you even more. Don’t let her make you feel bad for choosing the man you love. All women, well most, have made mistakes in love or overstayed when we should have left. Don’t beat yourself up over that. Focus on now and how much Khari loves you and has proven so. But listen and listen good; if he fucks up, you drop his ass.”

“My love for you will never be some spontaneous shit. That’s gon’ be the one fucking predictable thing about me. That shit is fixed, unwavering, won’t ever change.”

“don’t worry about that nigga Gregg, aight? Or anybody else in that muthafucka’s

family. I’m gon’ take care of the shit once and for all, and I don’t want any fucking debate about the shit. I’m yo’ man, yo’ husband; it’s my business to make sure you aren’t afraid of shit or having to deal with a got damn thing.”

“You can be a bitch all you want to, but that won’t change the dynamic. You will never have Khari, and I will always be his wife. And even if you got the balls to cause me harm, he still wouldn’t be yours.

“You’re old enough to realize that when a man wants to be with

you, he will. You don’t have to convince him or sell yourself to him. Khari has had plenty of opportunities to make you his and he didn’t.” “Because you married him!” she boomed, then looked to be sure Khari and Harmony weren’t on their way back. “Since when has being married ever stopped a man from being with the woman he wants?” I frowned. “A man will drop his wife in a millisecon...

“Told you I’d give my life for you, love, and I don’t just mean when death is involved. I’ll go to jail before I let a muthafucka disrespect you or make you feel some type of way about yo’self. Bitches included.”

It seemed like it was only the three of us in the room, and I had a front row seat to their love. I could tell from the way he held her, how he spoke into her ear every now and then, the way he looked at her

and smiled when she spoke back as if he was just happy to be near her, that she was the love of his life. I didn’t even recognize him.

but feeling Khari squeeze my hand, telepathically letting me know everything would be

fine, relaxed me. He could always do that. It was a trait I could find in no other man and was ultimately priceless.

At one point I never saw this moment in my life happening, but it had. Khari made it happen. His love for me made him go above and beyond to make me happy. In hindsight, I was thankful that I had waited for him, even through the times I shouldn’t have. But I was grateful that when it mattered, he’d waited too. As Khari’s song said, there was nothing like a love that would wait for you.