Wolfe & Chosyn (The Lost Borough: Gravehart Grove Book 1)

by Kellz Kimberly

Wolfe & Chosyn is a love story but to truly grasp the love between these two, you have to understand their scars. Their trauma lives on the pages but so does their love. Some scenes will hit you deep, leave your heart frozen for a beat & have you labeling Wolfe your favorite eater. If you need skip it for your peace of mind so. If not enjoy but lastly, it's a thickiie so… snuggle up & keep your favorite eater close for those clit throbbing moments.

"How many times do I gotta say it? Fight back?" The harsh voice chastising me instead of helping was one I knew better than anyone else's in this stupid ass place. It belonged to the oldest boy here, who didn't say much but seemed to see everything. "Mmm... mmm... my nose," I pathetically mewled. "Obviously, lil' nigga." Honor's humor was drier than his tone.

I've told this lil' nigga to stop letting Mark whoop his ass." "Look at how small he is! What the hell is he supposed to do against Mark's big ass?" "Pick something up and buss that nigga over the head with it. There are no rules in the game of survival. Gotta get it how you can." Honor's shoulders lifted in a half-shrug. "He's too young to act in such a violent way." Navy sighed. "Maybe, but he's not too young to get his head cracked. He let shit slide too many times, and now his nose 'bout to live in the funk of his top lip." "Honor!" Navy giggled for a second. I groaned, letting them both know I didn't care for the joke. "Short or tall, small or hefty, niggas are gon' try you. The only way to stop that shit is to show 'em size

"What do you want pussy?" Mark stood towering over me. My lip quivered, and my fingers felt numb. "Get the fuck out of my face before I—" I grabbed the crowbar from my pants leg, scraping the metal against my skin as I yanked it out. Mark's eyes sagged, then opened wide, watching the metal bar swing through the air. A desperate gasp clipped the silence. The crowbar clunked against his leg, bringing Mark down to size. I swung at his knee until his sharp shrills became deafening. "That's enough!" Honor snatched the bar from my hand, tossing it toward another boy I knew as Crown. I moved in on Mark, leaning close enough so what I said could only be heard by him and me. "Put your hands on anyone else in here, and I'll bury your ass right where my heart be."

"I don't know what you want me to say. I'm fifteen, Chance. I haven't even finished school, but you want to ship me off to be married to some older man?" "You're not being shipped off, Chosyn. Why do you always have to make everything seem worse than it truly is? You're going to live at Hidden Hills on the Mancinelli compound, and you wouldn't marry until you become of age." "Oh wow," I sarcastically shot. "As if that's any better."

And just 'cause she's taking good care of me now doesn't mean it's forever. The same hands feeding you have the power to take it away."

I wrapped my arms around Navy respectfully and squeezed. Honor made it clear none of us was to ever cross those lines with her. Out of respect for Honor and all he did for us growing up, Crown and I respected his wishes. The most I did was flirt and hug her for a second or two too long. With Navy still in my arms, I could feel Honor's eyes on me. I looked his way and smirked before letting her go. "Keep hugging Navy, and I'ma fuck you up off the strength of big bro," Crown joked.

Why Honor didn't fuck around when it came to Navy, we didn't know, but the connection they had was felt whenever they were in the same room.

Honor took the plate he made and passed it to his left for Navy, then took her plate, filled it with food, and sat it in front of him. I never understood why he always made Navy's plate first, but I never questioned it. Honor spoke only when he felt like it and didn't answer many questions. The nigga was a closed book even to those he loved.

Finding some pussy was light work. Every woman that passed by looked in my direction, giving me that twinkle, twinkle, come fuck me upon a star look.

"I don't know who you got your information from but understand I didn't know about you or your daughter until you brought your raggedy ass over here yapping. King's a liar. I ate those same I love you lines he fed you, too. The same dick you sucked on, I slobbered all over. That nigga wasn't yours. Drop the y, and he became ours. As for where he's at, I don't know, but seeing how you pulled up on me, I hope his ass is six feet deep," Chosyn hissed like a cornered serpent.

As I pulled up in front of Mellow & Munch my phone rang with River's name popping up on the dash. I answered with a bit of laughter in my voice. "Let me guess, you fucked him?" "How did you know?" she squealed. "Because I know you." "Then you know I'm not looking for anything from it, but Chosyn, when I say that man's dick was chef kisses..." River smacked her lips and then giggled. "I woke up with that pretty dick between my lips."

Very little was left off the table when it came to the things River and I shared with each other. Her level of freak had been a topic of discussion since she lost her virginity back in middle school. The dick-sucking champ they talked about finding in the movie How High was River. She loved sucking dick and was the gawk-gawk queen, but for her to put a nigga's tip to her lips, the dick had to be three things — thick, smooth, and pretty. If a nigga fit the criteria, then River was welcoming the dick to the gag show.

I'ma cry, but when the sun comes—" "Them tears dry up," River finished.

Growing impatient, I reached down toward my ankle to grab my Ruger from the holster. I gripped it tight with hopes I wouldn't have to use it but also being okay if I did. I rapped the chrome gun against the stranger's car window. The car shut off, and the door slowly opened. I moved back, ready for whatever was to come next. My line of sight traveled from the New Balance on his feet upward until my knitted brows were somewhat in line with his grimacing stare. This nigga! Offering him a lopsided grin, I sucked my teeth and then bent down to slip my gun back where it belonged. "You carry that baby shit with you everywhere?"

"Yeah, ight, nigga. If you fuck 'round and marry Chosyn, I got you on your wedding. I'll pay for the whole shit and give a speech." "Put that shit on the grove, nigga." "On grove!"

"I wanna spend time with you. If you're busy, I'm down to be passenger daddy. We not gon' make it a habit, but for the moment, I'm willing."

That Soulja Boy song from back in the day, "Kiss Me Through The Phone", or some shit popped into my head. "Aye, Sweetheart," I called out before she could hang up. "What?" "Kiss me through the phone." "Nigga, what are we, teenagers?" Chosyn laughed, sounding beautiful as fuck. "Shit, we can be if that's what you're into. I don't mind role play." "Wolfe—" She laughed some more. "Come on, Sweetheart. Kiss me through the phone, and I'll knock a few notches off our nasty kiss." The phone got quiet, then I heard shuffling around and a door shut. "Fine." "Sweetheart, don't be going behind closed doors to kiss your nigga," I scolded. "You are not my man, and this isn't even a real kiss. It's embarrassing. On three. One... two... three." Together, we both made the kissy sound. "Happy now?" "Sweetheart, that shit made my dick hard. I can't wait to see what them soft-ass lips got a nigga's body doin'. Look out for a nigga named Rize. Be safe."

"Naturally, we hear a lot of things, but a silent mind at peace deciphers the truth."

Just know I'm the selfish type. Ole boy in there got off easy. Let another nigga be in your face, and them Glocks coming out. Rap some nasty to another nigga who ain't me, and shit gon' get sticky."

"A lot of niggas like me. Get in line." I smirked, grabbing the blunt back. This time, it was my turn. I inhaled, holding it in my chest until our lips feathered against each other. Letting go, I felt lightheaded, and it only got worse when Wolfe's fingers clinched at my throat. "Point them niggas out and watch me dead 'em all. Niggas aren't allowed to like you."

"Can I have my phone to let my friends know I'm okay?" "Why not use the phone my boy dropped off?" His brows almost smacked together, giving him an inquisitive expression. "You said I'm only supposed to talk to you on that phone." "Good fuckin' girl! See you listening to your nigga already."

"You owe me a kiss since I gave you your phone back." "I am a woman of my word." Chosyn leaned forward, cupping my face. Her lips met mine, and then her tongue slipped past my lips. Her little freak ass got to kissing real nasty. She was switching from biting on my lip to sucking roughly on my tongue. Spit dropped from her lips into my mouth, and she then slurped off my tongue. "There you go." She smiled and tried to move off my lap. "As much as I enjoyed that kiss, these lips..." I brushed my fingers across her slightly swollen lips. "...weren't the lips I was tryin' to kiss. I wanna kiss these." I slipped my fingers up her pussy lips, loving the way her body shuddered against mine.

Applying pressure to her clit with my tongue, I stroked her with three of my fingers. She was wet as fuck, but it was the warmth coating my fingers that had a nigga daydreaming about what her walls felt like around my dick. "Fuck!" I groaned at the thought. "Wolfee, I'm 'bout to cum. Wolfie, please!" "What did you just say?" I picked my head up from her pussy, her juices splattered all over my face. I didn't give a fuck 'cause that shit she just said had my dick oozing with pre-cum in these sweats. "Huh?" she asked. "What did you just call me, Sweetheart?" "Wolfe... ahhh... Wolfie, that hurts."

"Lord, Jesus, and God, I pray that you hear me and hear me clear. Give any nigga who musters up the strength to think about tasting what I just tasted a change of heart. Crack from the 80s has been marinating in between these beautiful ass thick thighs, Lord, and I have fallen victim. I come to you asking to keep any and everyone who isn't me away from this pussy because I would hate to have to bury the entire male population where my heart be. Amen."

Never! Never! Never! Never! Never! Never in my whole life did I have a man eat the orgasm out of my pussy, then bow his head and pray to the big man above about keeping all men away from my 80s crack-infused pussy, just to say amen and suck two more gut-wrenching, breath-stealing, heart electricizing orgasms out of me. Wolfe was an eater, one of the best eaters I've encountered.

"I don't find joy in your hurt, Chosyn. Believe me when I say that."

Grief didn't hit in waves. That bitch never left.

"Like I was saying. I was worried 'bout you, my nigga, so I had Lynx and Rize find you. They hit me like yo' we found 'em. Nigga, my heart was beating so loud Ray Charles could've heard that shit." "Ray Charles is blind, not deaf," Rize interjected. "In my story, the nigga is deaf."

A muthafucka was flummoxed to learn you were laid up in pussy. And now... here we are." I shook my head 'cause this shit was pitiful. The niggas I fucked with got paid well. Too fucking good for dumbass decisions to be made. "Flummoxed?" Rize questioned. "Yeah nigga flummoxed as in stumped, flabbergasted, or this nigga got me fucked up," I explained.

"Nigga, you recording shit now?" Crown asked. "I gotta show proof I corrected my mistakes." I shrugged. "This nigga's falling in love, Honor." Crown clowned. "Do what you gotta do, but make sure she's willing to do the same for you." Honor dapped us, then jogged over to his car and took off.

"A man claiming you don't mean your property... it just means other niggas need to stay away unless they wanna—" "Be buried where his heart be," I mumbled the saying I heard Wolfe say before he killed King.

"Block my number again, and I'm on yo'' ass. Space isn't something I'm against you having. When you need it, tell me that. We're too grown for the blocking numbers and shit. I gave you a week to get your shit together. Do we need to speak about what happened, or are you good with the video?"

"Because I'm willing to move mountains to prove it. Every word, my every action will be proof that you can trust me. I wanna be the one to steady you when everything feels uncertain, the hand you reach for when the world is too heavy. I wanna be the light to your dark or vice versa 'cause I'm laying niggas out 'bout you. The reason you believe in love is that, with me, it'll feel like home." "Wolfie," I sniffled. I fought to keep the tears at bay, but how could I when this man was applying pressure in all the ways I've never thought was possible? "I'm chasing forever when I'm runnin' after you. I don't mind but don't have a nigga huffing and puffing for nothing. When the time's right, you gotta let me catch you, Sweetheart."

"Oh yeah. Make me have to call your name more than once again, and I'm on your ass. The second you pulled up, my phone should've been the one to ring, not Wolfe's. Fuck I look like letting another nigga park my wife's car? Brother or not, don't fuckin' play with me like that, four."

For my final move, I grabbed the ends of my dress as I bent over, wagging my ass cheeks from left to right. "Oh shit!" I heard Chosyn say before the music stopped. "What happened?" I spun around, and the deejay was gone, but everyone was looking from the deejay section to our section like they'd seen a ghost. "Oh, girl, you're in trouble, and more than likely, that nigga is dead," Honey guessed, smacking on a wing. "What?" I frowned. I adjusted my short-ass dress, pulling it down some more. Not that it made a difference. My ass wasn't the biggest, but my body was petite with nice curves that I wore well. "Crown," Chosyn said. "Crown?" "Yeah, he snatched the deejay and then—" "Four, bring your ass the fuck over here." Turning toward the thunderous voice, I hung my head as I saw death in this man's pretty ass eyes. "Four? Who's Four?" Honey stupidly asked. "She knows who the fuck she is. Bring your ass and find you some muthafuckin' glasses to put on."

Her stubborn ass not getting out of the car was light work. Had it come to it, all four tires would've been blown out, and I would've sold the engine for parts. Doing that wasn't crazy in my book. It was proactive. Having to snatch the deejay from the booth 'cause the nigga was making googly eyes at my fucking wife was crazy. The party was gon' up too. I didn't give a fuck. He had witnessed my other half wiggling the fuck outta that little pound cake, so by my logic, it was grounds to die.

"Ight, we gon' make this quick 'cause a nigga wanna see you throw that Debbie cake on me to some ratchet shit. The deejay here violated. He was eye fucking you like you're not a married woman—" "I'm not. There's no ring on my finger." "Let me see that finger right quick." River tossed her left hand in my face. I grabbed her wrist with one hand and used my other to pull one of the black rubber bands from my braid. I happily popped that muthafucka on her finger. "We

"He's gon' get buried where my heart be."

"You know what? I want to apologize." I smiled. "I'm a little in my feelings because I've watched you watch us all night. I can be a little possessive at times, but Wolfe isn't my man, and if you want to have an up-close conversation with him or even kiss him, you have every right to."

Lord, protect me in these streets. Forgive my wrongs and all my mistakes. Guide me through the dark and the fight. Keep me strong in your light. Watch over my heart, my soul, my mind. Grant me peace, and let mercy find me. Amen.

"Them shits don't be dreams. There's nothing sweet 'bout the shit my mind forces me to relive." "I ain't mean it like that. I just didn't wanna call the shit what it was." "Nah, say that shit." "Nigga, you need me to bring a night light in this bitch? Since we got here, them nightmares have been on your ass. This one was the worse, so I came in here ready to kill the fuck outta your ghost daddy." "Nigga, what?" "Ghost daddy? The nigga fuckin' with your head." "Aye, Crown," I spoke evenly. "Yeah." "Get the fuck out of my room." "Ight, see the next time I run up in this bitch." Sucking his teeth, Crown dipped from my room, closing the door behind him.

"Why you gotta fear death to help a nigga out?" "See you not fucking listening, my nigga. I said I'm not saving you... I'ma always be the nigga to help you, but those two things aren't the same. To save you means I gotta constantly worry about you dying... fearing death. If I don't stress 'bout my own life being stolen from me, fuck I'ma fear your death for?"

"What, Crown?" River spat, answering the phone. "Four, go grab your fuckin' bifocals." "Huh?" she stupidly asked, missing the joke. "Grab your fuckin' glasses so you can see who the fuck callin' your phone," he explained. "Nigga, I know who's on my phone!"

"How when you put my baby on flats? Why would you do that?" "It worked for Crown, so I had to see if it was gon' work for me, too." "Crown is crazy. You know he had a key made to River's place, and when she got on him about it and laughed at his first name, he snatched her glasses off her face. Then they started fucking. So even though I'm mad about what you did, thank you because I did not want to hear any of that."

When he stood, the nigga barely reached my chin. "You out here fuckin' with little people?" "He isn't a little person, Wolfe. He's the same height as me," Chosyn spat. "And you little as fuck in my eyes. How the fuck I'ma get in this nigga's ass... ayo! Pause!" I had to take a minute 'cause that shit was flagrant as fuck. "How the fuck I'ma check the nigga when he gotta lean back just to look me in my eye."

"Wolfe." "I call you my heart because, like my heart, you're the one thing I can't escape."

"I'm saying you need to leave me alone." "Try again," he smugly responded. "Excuse me?" "You fart or some shit, Four?" "No, I didn't fart." I frowned. "Then, why say excuse me?"

"I'm serious, Crown. We don't have to put a title on this, but I'm not gonna be respectful while you get numbers." "Oh, that shit? She slid me that as I was leaving Mellow & Munch. I ain't hit her or none. I left from there, made my drops, and pulled up on you." "Crown I—" "Aye, I get it, ight? You don't wanna look stupid out here. I got you." "I swear I'm not with the fuck shit," I warned. "I'm on what you're on, Four."

"How did you know I needed you?" I asked after I swiped my finger across the screen to answer the call. "'Cause I'm sure you're just as confused as me about what to wear. Crown's stupid ass ain't no help. I asked him what to wear. He said long as I wear my glasses, I could show up in a shack for all he cares." "That nigga loves him some you in them glasses." I laughed. "And do! I swear he stole my package with my contacts. He gets on my nerves forreal."