Save Room for Us (Crenshaw Kings Book 7)

by Shvonne Latrice

“We should go listen,” Analicia suggested, making all the ladies laugh, including me. What made it even funnier was seeing every woman contemplate doing just that. “Man, what?” Bashar frowned at his wife as we continued to crack up. “Bring yo’ ass over here. You wanna hear some people fucking, it needs to be us.”

“Nigga, what you got on?” Grady, one of my other niggas, eyed me while grinning. “Dress shirt and pants, muthafucka. Act like you been somewhere before,” I shot back.

I wasn’t saying I wanted a boring, don’t-wanna-do-shit ass female. I just wanted a woman who sat pretty in that sweet spot. She could be fun, but she could also sit her ass down and just kick it or go a day without posting a video of herself shaking ass just for niggas to comment on it.

“I know you don’t like him, though. I was messing with you. However, if y’all do get to fucking in that warehouse, you better tell me! I want details!”

“I get you, but I wasn’t asking for permission or approval. I was letting you know. If that nigga wakes up and come knocking, it’s gon’ be the last time he knock on any fucking thing.”

You take her out, sleep with her, probably raw⁠—” “You a muthafuckin’ lie.” I interjected, making her snicker. “If you think I’m going naked head in a bitch I won’t even kiss in the mouth, you crazy.”

Anastazia might not have been in the mood for a new nigga, but she was about to get one.

Chuckling awkwardly again, the man replied, “Come on, man. I was here with her first.” “Finders keepers, muthafucka.”

“Why can’t I be looking for a man? After what I endured, I deserve it.” “Because when you start looking, yo’ eyes need to land on me.”

“He ain’t being nice, love. He trying to be ya man, and I’m not having the shit. Like I said, when you in the market for a new nigga, I want you having tunnel vision, with me at the end of that muthafucka.

“End of the day, boss, we all grown, and she can do what she want.” I nodded, glancing off for a second and said, “Yeah, she can, but if you go against me, we gon’ have an issue. Can’t enjoy Anastazia if you dead, cuz. Keep that in mind.”

You like too much attention and accolades to fuck with a low-key nigga like me. Me admiring you wouldn’t be enough, because you want other niggas doing it too.”

When you were quiet, you left room for people to create their own stories about you.

“That’s okay. I can do it myself.” “I’m sure you can. I would hope you could, you being a grandma and all.”

thought we were just being friends, Asif.” “We are, but I’m that possessive ass friend. The kind that get upset when you try to add muthafuckas to the clique.”

I don’t wanna give you any free space or time to spend on another nigga. I don’t give a fuck if it’s ten minutes, I want it.”

wasn’t used to this type of treatment. The roses for no reason, the subtle but real compliments, and just the feeling of being wanted by a man that had something going for himself and could have any damn body.

“You selfless, beautiful, you got ya own shit going, don’t seek attention wherever you go, but you definitely get it. You loyal, maybe even when you shouldn’t be. My favorite is that as soft and womanly as you are, you strong. You don’t sit up and whine about shit. You either deal or handle it.”

“The pretty ones like this are rare as fuck, but they def’ not on the streets like you, muthafucka.”

“Happy mothers raise happy children, love,

Long as I ain’t making you uncomfortable, let me do me. A nigga can’t see something I want and be idle, baby. I’m a go-getter.”

When I thought you was happy, I was willing to suffer and be a homeboy or some shit but now that you free, love, I gotta do what I gotta do; go for what I want. I’m ready to lock you down, ice out that finger, put Sophie on a nigga’s taxes, and take care of you. When you ready, of course.”

A persistent man is a winning man, love.

“Aww shit!” Unique bellowed, fist to his mouth. “Asif don’ finally ran across a woman who got his little boxer briefs in a bunch!”

“Nah, you mixing me up with yo’ ass.” I shook my head. “My briefs ain’t tight enough to be all up in my ass like yours.”

But I ain’t the nigga that’s gon’ allow you to disrespect anything or anyone I got the utmost respect for.”

Think you can make me squirt? Me: If not, I wanna die trying.

“Yeah, no. I mean because you have a pretty big dick. I felt it when you kissed me, and it’s like my daughter’s arm.”

“So you like foreplay?” “Love Foreplay. Need Foreplay. A nigga invented foreplay.”

With the quickness, I snatched his ass up by that minimal ass hang time he called braids,

If any one of you niggas make unwanted advances at Anastazia, I’m gon’ put you down quicker than a three-legged racehorse.

If I catch you trying to make a pass, I’m gon’ make sure you pass. Anybody got questions?”

When I say you strong, I mean you not gon’ let a nigga slip, especially not now. You gon’ keep a nigga in line, and though I got my shit together, my mentality together, even the best niggas gotta be kept on track here and there.”

but just save a little room this. For us. I only wanna complement shit, not complicate it.

“Correction—Anastazia’s pussy on my fingers, and hell yeah. Make sure I sleep with my hand over my nose tonight.”

“My point is, Nique, that sometimes women are dealt a bad hand in life, and instead of counting ’em out for refusing to stick around with an ain’t shit nigga, we should be commending the shit.

“These grown ass muthafuckas not into you ’cause you act mature or whatever the fuck they gon’ try to put in yo’ fucking head, B. They into you ’cause you impressionable as fuck and because you ain’t gon’ make their muthafuckin’ asses come correct like a grown ass woman would.”

“You made me a playlist?” I questioned. “I did. More like a joined playlist. I started it but we can add to it over the years with songs we fuck with individually or together. Something that’s ours.”

Having a man could be fun. He could be your best friend, and someone you looked forward to seeing instead of finding any reason to be apart.

chef came over to the table and gave us some menus with the heading Asif & Anastazia’s First Date Menu.

“You so fucking soft. You smell so fucking good. What you put on ya pussy?” “I take showers?” I giggled, seeing the seriously puzzled expression on his face. “Muthafucka was falling off the bone.”

“Also, niggas feel more like they a part of something when it got a name to it. The dedication takes itself to another height. I don’t know why but that’s human nature. We need names and titles to make shit feel legit. Them niggas see the brand and it make ’em wanna go harder.”

You don’t love me. You love how it sounds coming out of ya mouth when you tell bitches you fuck with me. You like all the eyes and parted mouths staring in yo’ direction when you in a nigga’s lap.

“So can a nigga get a kiss still?” “Is that appropriate for a patient?” “Absolutely.” I nodded. “Only way I’m gon’ heal is if we kiss.”

“Well stop thinking about me,” Asif responded. “All it’s gon’ do is have you out here like you are now.”

“You don’t want me, but your dick was hard! Get a new bitch that can actually fuck you right!” “Baby, I’m a man. My dick be hard just ’cause it’s Tuesday. Don’t flatter yaself.”

This shit, this tether between us is getting too strong, and if I take you home tonight, I can’t promise I ain’t gon’ try.” “I don’t want you to try. I want you to do it.”

I ain’t no player. I ain’t no fucking cheater. I ain’t no dream seller. I’m a realist, and I keep shit real. I’ll leave a woman before I fuck around on her. And I’ll stay single ’fore I sit up and fuck around with a woman’s feelings. I’m too grown for that shit, and I got too much business that needs tending to. That’s a little boy’s game, baby.

I don’t like how you move, how you go about shit. You sneaky, and I can’t have no sneaky muthafucka in my camp. I also can’t let a nigga live that used to be in my business but ain’t no more.”

Only a coward muthafucka wanted his woman to be afraid of him. A real nigga wanted her respect.