happy about this latest development because Gavin was always in trouble, and people tended to lump us into the same category.
“She said I got to finish school.”
I could tell that he wasn’t happy about being here. “So what you going to do?” I secretly hoped he would say fuck it and walk away.
“Finish. She said she would kick me out the house if I didn’t stay in school.”
I didn’t understand. Gavin hadn’t been in school in months and it never seemed to bother my mother before. “So when did she become a concerned parent?”
He grinned. “When I threw her toothbrush in the toilet.”
Damn, with one stunt Gavin had managed to fuck me twice.
“That was some foul shit you done. Why you always got to be fucking with me?”
“Man, I dont feel like hearing your whining right now.”
I wanted to argue with him, but now was not the time. “So what you waiting in here for?”
“They supposed to give me some type of test to find out what grade I belong in.”
I almost told him exactly what I thought, but decided to keep my big mouth shut. The last thing I needed right about now was to get into a fight with my brother and risk being cut from the basketball team. I saw basketball as my ticket out of my mother’s house and to a better education, and if basketball didn’t land me a scholarship, I was headed straight to the military. It wasn’t that I didn’t love Gina for all that she’d done for us, but ever since she let my dad talk her into aborting her baby, she had become such a bitter person. I didn’t want to be around her any longer. “All right then, I’d better get to class before I get into trouble.”
Gavin just nodded. He didn’t look too happy, but then again, neither was I. I went back to class with a heavy heart. Fortunately for me, I made it before the bell. One of the hardest things about being on the basketball team was that the teachers used that shit against you to keep your ass out of trouble. If I missed doing my homework, I sat out a game; if I was late to class, I sat out a game. Because I planned on using basketball as my ticket out, I couldn’t afford to miss shit.
CHAPTER NINE
COJO MILLS
Nine Years Later . . .
Lazily, I stretched my arms over my head and allowed a hearty yawn to follow as I wrapped a towel around my body. Droplets of water dripped from the ends of my hair onto my shoulders, but for the time being, I didn’t care about it. Sexual satisfaction made the small stuff seem trivial, and I was indeed satisfied. My husband, Merlin, made it home safely from his short deployment in Iraq, and he’d just worked his magic on me!
“Umph, umph, umph. There ought to be a law against feeling this good.” I grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet over the toilet and used it to wipe a clean spot on the mirror. My dark brown eyes twinkled back at me. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. While I had managed to cover most of my head with my shower cap, I noticed that the cap was haphazardly skewed in the back, which allowed the ends of my hair to get wet.
“Oh, fucking well.” I giggled as I turned away from the mirror. I wasn’t about to let something as miniscule as wet ends ruin my luxurious mood. I grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat down on the side of the tub to begin my moisturizing ritual. I liked to apply lotion while my body was still damp and my pores were open. I rested my slender leg against the sink as I applied the lotion; I could not get the image of my husband’s face between my thighs out of my mind.
“He ate your pussy like he was starved,” I said to my reflection in the mirror. “I guess that old saying is true: absence does make the heart grow fonder.” Rubbing the lotion between my hands to warm it up, I used long strokes to deeply penetrate my sore muscles.
“You should have taken a bath instead of a shower,” I spoke again to my reflection while shaking my head.
Merlin twisted my body like a pretzel. I
“She said I got to finish school.”
I could tell that he wasn’t happy about being here. “So what you going to do?” I secretly hoped he would say fuck it and walk away.
“Finish. She said she would kick me out the house if I didn’t stay in school.”
I didn’t understand. Gavin hadn’t been in school in months and it never seemed to bother my mother before. “So when did she become a concerned parent?”
He grinned. “When I threw her toothbrush in the toilet.”
Damn, with one stunt Gavin had managed to fuck me twice.
“That was some foul shit you done. Why you always got to be fucking with me?”
“Man, I dont feel like hearing your whining right now.”
I wanted to argue with him, but now was not the time. “So what you waiting in here for?”
“They supposed to give me some type of test to find out what grade I belong in.”
I almost told him exactly what I thought, but decided to keep my big mouth shut. The last thing I needed right about now was to get into a fight with my brother and risk being cut from the basketball team. I saw basketball as my ticket out of my mother’s house and to a better education, and if basketball didn’t land me a scholarship, I was headed straight to the military. It wasn’t that I didn’t love Gina for all that she’d done for us, but ever since she let my dad talk her into aborting her baby, she had become such a bitter person. I didn’t want to be around her any longer. “All right then, I’d better get to class before I get into trouble.”
Gavin just nodded. He didn’t look too happy, but then again, neither was I. I went back to class with a heavy heart. Fortunately for me, I made it before the bell. One of the hardest things about being on the basketball team was that the teachers used that shit against you to keep your ass out of trouble. If I missed doing my homework, I sat out a game; if I was late to class, I sat out a game. Because I planned on using basketball as my ticket out, I couldn’t afford to miss shit.
CHAPTER NINE
COJO MILLS
Nine Years Later . . .
Lazily, I stretched my arms over my head and allowed a hearty yawn to follow as I wrapped a towel around my body. Droplets of water dripped from the ends of my hair onto my shoulders, but for the time being, I didn’t care about it. Sexual satisfaction made the small stuff seem trivial, and I was indeed satisfied. My husband, Merlin, made it home safely from his short deployment in Iraq, and he’d just worked his magic on me!
“Umph, umph, umph. There ought to be a law against feeling this good.” I grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet over the toilet and used it to wipe a clean spot on the mirror. My dark brown eyes twinkled back at me. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. While I had managed to cover most of my head with my shower cap, I noticed that the cap was haphazardly skewed in the back, which allowed the ends of my hair to get wet.
“Oh, fucking well.” I giggled as I turned away from the mirror. I wasn’t about to let something as miniscule as wet ends ruin my luxurious mood. I grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat down on the side of the tub to begin my moisturizing ritual. I liked to apply lotion while my body was still damp and my pores were open. I rested my slender leg against the sink as I applied the lotion; I could not get the image of my husband’s face between my thighs out of my mind.
“He ate your pussy like he was starved,” I said to my reflection in the mirror. “I guess that old saying is true: absence does make the heart grow fonder.” Rubbing the lotion between my hands to warm it up, I used long strokes to deeply penetrate my sore muscles.
“You should have taken a bath instead of a shower,” I spoke again to my reflection while shaking my head.
Merlin twisted my body like a pretzel. I
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