I grabbed two and then made my way to her bedroom. When I pushed open the cracked door, Nonie was balled up in the center of her king sized bed knocked out. She had one leg kicked out the covers, exposing her plump ass, which forced a grin on my face. As usual, she was naked, which had my dick instantly moving to brick status. But after having females all over me, I needed to hop in the shower.
I would never lay up under Nonie with another woman's scent on me, even if I didn't fuck her. I respected shorty too much for that. Technically, she wasn't mine, but I was claiming her, which meant that I showed her mad respect. In fact, Nonie was the only female I respected that way. Other bitches could suck my dick if they didn't like how I treated them, but with Nonie it was different. She had me on some gentleman type shit, and that wasn’t even my thing.
I was a street nigga, and trust me when I say, I had no love for hoes. Nonie was my baby girl though, so she got privileges that other females only dreamed of. I just couldn’t let go of my ways enough to lock her down and be what she needed me to be. Not yet, anyway, but it was coming. For now, I was simply young, making money and having fun. I just hoped I didn't fuck around and miss out.
Being raised the way I had been, I honestly I didn’t know if I had it in me to pull off that monogamy shit. Hell, my pops was an OG, a got damn pimp in every sense of the word. My moms died when I was a baby, so my pops and his women had raised me. I had so many so called mother figures that I couldn't keep count, but I was always cared for.
Still, coming up that way had damaged me. I learned to spread myself around, and that was a hard habit to break. My pops loved the fuck outta me, but he didn't teach me a damn thing ’bout how to love a woman. I could fuck one into a coma because my stroke game was something fierce, nothing to play with. But on some love type shit, don't come looking my way ’cause I had none to give. Nonie was as close as I had ever come to love, but even she couldn't tame my wild ass.
After watching her sleep for a minute, I pulled open my drawer and grabbed some boxers to slide into and then headed for the shower. Yeah, I had shit at her house. Nonie looked out because she never knew when I would fall through, and nights like this were the norm for me. Sometimes it wasn't even about sex, I would just fall through to talk and chill.
Nonie was like my best friend, my sounding board and shit, so when I needed to clear my mind and escape, I would fall through and just kick it with her. We were cool like that because she had the ability to tame the demons in my head. My life was stressful as fuck, so sometimes I needed her in that way.
See, I run New Jersey. It started with my pops, and was passed down to me. Being that it was a legacy, I had to make good on it, which I did. My empire had damn near tripled what my pops had, and he was doing the damn thing back then.
I had a shit load of people working for me, and moved more weight than most could imagine. On top of that, I had several legit businesses that required my attention, which meant that I was always on the go. Up early and in the bed late, so sometimes I just needed to put everything down and chill. When I needed that, Nonie was my go to.
She didn’t want anything from me but my time, and I loved that about her. Nonie was a hustler. She and her homegirl, Kizzie, had a party planning gig, and they made shit happen. Something from nothing. Everybody used them when they needed a hot joint to pop off, and my shorty was doing her thing.
She made me proud ’cause on the humble, she didn't need me, and that was priceless. Because of who I was, I lived in a world where people always had their hand out to me, but not Nonie. Even when I surprised her with the Benz she drives now, it sat in her driveway for a month because she had too much pride to accept it from me. I can buy my own shit, Yosiah, she’d sang over and over again. When she realized I wasn't taking it back, she eventually broke down and started driving it. Now you can't pay her to hop her ass in that damn Acura she used to rock with.
Nonie was my lil rider. I pray one day I figure it out and learn how to slow my wild ass down enough to make things official. For now, we were just Siah and Nonie, and that was good enough for me.
The next morning, I woke up to Nonie wrapped around half of my body. Her leg was across me with her goodness pressed against my thigh, her head on my chest and her hand on the side of my face. This was the type of thing that made me wanna get my shit together. Nonie had me wanting to wake up to this every got damn day.
When my lips connected with her forehead, she stirred a little and release a soft moan before I heard my name. It was sexy as fuck, and had me ready to slide up in her, so I gently moved from under her until I could hover over her body. After a few flutters, her eyes opened and a scowl formed on her pretty little face.