Wait for U (Crenshaw Kings, #2)

by Shvonne Latrice

“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.” Nodding, I sniffled as he kissed me deeply. I needed him too.

“When the fuck was you gon’ tell me, yo’ fucking husband, that you planning to marry another nigga? Do he know?”

“Nah.” Khari shook his head definitively. “Nah, I’m not agreeing to that shit. I told you then if we got married, it was on some for-life shit. Where I come from, ain’t no divorcing.” “Your parents are divorced,” I reminded him. “Nah. They’re not.” He eyed me seriously, letting me know Prime was his father as he’d told me many times before.

“But you think I wanna be at the fucking club? I ain’t hurting for bread, Couture. I do them fucking appearances because a nigga is lonely.”

“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.”

However, like I knew she would, Marley started catching feelings that continued to grow, no matter how much I’d explained to her ass that I would never love a woman the way I loved Couture. I would never be faithful to a woman besides Couture, and marriage or any type of commitment would never muthafuckin’ happen unless it was Couture.

“Aye, all that yelling and shit ain’t necessary. Calm yo’ ass down ’fore I nut the fuck up on you back. Secondly, my baby girl is sleeping,” I stated coolly, and Marley relaxed but not without rolling her eyes.

I had a mind to turn the pussy down, knowing I was gunning for Couture, but fuck that shit. I’d be damned if I was laid up with desert dick while she was fucking on that lame ass nigga she claimed to love.

“Can’t nobody force me to do a got damn thing, Couture! Fuck you think this is!” I was irate by this point. “You gave me an out! You said it yo’ fucking self! If I ain’t want you, I would’ve left yo’ ass alone when you dipped on me! I would’ve signed them fuck ass papers I just got! I’m a grown ass man. I don’t need you to tell me what the fuck I want or what the fuck I need!”

“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.

“Leland? Fuck a Leland. I’m yo’ muthafuckin’ husband. I belong down here,” he spat, shutting me right up as his mouth neared my pussy.

Shaking his head, he said, “Nothing, just missed that shit. I ain’t ate pussy since you left.” “Really?” I was shocked. “Deadass. I only eat at home, and you the only fucking home I know.” He pecked me deeply then helped me up. “I would bend yo’ ass over and pound you out right here, but when I get back inside that pussy, it’s gotta go home with me, and you ain’t ready for that yet.”

“Don’t go with that ten percent, young nigga. A persistent man is a winning man. You say you sure she don’t want no divorce, put that fucking pressure on her. What you don’t do is allow her to believe you agree with her or don’t give a fuck, because she will marry that other nigga.

“That’s what you want? To marry a nigga who got you begging another nigga for dick?” I laughed. “I told you, princess, if I hit the pussy, I’m taking it home. I’m stingy as fuck.”

“As badly as I wanna just run up and smoke them muthafuckas on behalf of you, I love you enough not to. I love you enough to be patient, even though knowing you with that nigga keeps me up half the fucking night. I love you enough to understand that I put myself in this situation by being reckless, unfaithful, and unreliable in the past, and you don’t know how fucking badly I wish I could go back.” He shook his head, clearly in deep thought. “You would’ve never been unable to have children, and you would’ve never left a nigga, and you would’ve never been in a situation where you feel like this nigga got a hold on you.”

“I’m too sore, Khari.” She giggled, feeling my mans harden. “Yo’ mouth ain’t sore,” I replied, still mystified by the way she’d sucked my dick the night before.

“I want you. I wanna be with you. I love the fuck out of you because of how you make a nigga feel. How ambitious you are. How fucking smart, funny, and comforting you are to a nigga. Making children naturally and leaving it in,” he smirked,

“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.”

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.