Girls from da Hood 11 by Nikki Turner Page A

she preferred, letting her get the full pleasure out of her orgasm.
    They continued at it for the next few hours. Kissing, sucking, scratching, and most of all cumming. They resembled a couple trying to squeeze into each other and become one. In Mike B’s mind, that was the overall goal. He wished he could’ve been attached to Lenore forever.
    Mike B lay in bed watching the rhythm of Lenore’s breathing rise and fall. She was wrapped all over him so he couldn’t sneak out like he had been doing nearly every night.
    She was the only thing that reminded him that he was not the monster he was acting like out in the streets. He looked down at her. At that moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He threw his free hand behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. An image of his cousin appeared on the off white ceiling. Mike B closed and opened his eyes. When he did, the image still rested over top of him. He slammed his lids shut for a second time. He could hear his cousin Twan’s voice in his head. Get them muthafuckas for me, cuz , echoed in his mind. Mike B’s eyes shot back open. He looked down at Lenore for a second time.
    Moving snail like, he eased his arm from up under Lenore’s head and literally fell out of the bed and onto the floor, careful not to wake her. In five minutes flat, he was dressed. He didn’t feel right laying up or around doing nothing, while his cousin’s killer was still roaming and running around in the town. But on the other hand, he was tired. He tried to fight it, but his eyes began to feel heavy. He knew his body needed to recuperate. He’d been up for seventy-two hours now. A couple hours of sleep won’t hurt , he thought as he drifted off to the sounds of Meek Mill.
    The sunrise peeked through the blinds, resting on Mike B’s face. He got up and went to freshen up and shower with Lenore right behind him. Twenty minutes later, he was showered and dressed. Lenore was in the kitchen setting the table and getting her cook on. The food smelled delicious and before Mike B knew it, he was at the table with the same look the puppies had in anticipation of eating.
    â€œWhy you looking like that?” Lenore asked with a smile on her face.
    â€œBecause a brother hungry.” Mike B rubbed his belly.
    â€œWho you rushing?” Lenore was pouring coffee and juice and also serving the food. “Don’t think about touching that food until I’m at the table with you.”
    â€œYeah, okay,” Mike B said as Lenore put other last pan in the sink. “Come here. You’re not going to torture me!” He pulled Lenore to his lap, as she giggled with little resistance.
    â€œWhat you going to eat, me?” Lenore asked, kissing Mike B.
    â€œDon’t tempt me. You look just as delicious as this food.”
    Lenore casually strolled over to her chair, teasing Mike B by taking her time. As soon as she sat down, he started digging at the food like he was in a race.
    â€œSlow down, negro. It ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Lenore slyly remarked.
    Coming up for air, Mike B peered up at her and smiled. “My bad, babe, but I gotta go. I told Jeff.”
    â€œI know.” Lenore nodded and grimaced.
    Mike B scarfed down the remainder of his food and stood. He walked over to Lenore.
    â€œThis shit will all be over soon enough,” he expressed. “I can’t let these jokers think they can violate out here in these streets, especially me and my squad, and think ain’t nothing gonna happen,” Mike B explained.
    â€œI know, I get it,” she solemnly replied.
    â€œI know you do, babe. That’s why I fucks with you.” Mike B threw his arms around Lenore. “You my rider. I love you.” He kissed her on the side of her face.
    Lenore flashed a half of smile and puckered her lips. “I love you too.”

Chapter Six
    â€œDid you see that shit on the news?” Denise asked as she