SAVAGE

9

The sound of a buzzing phone woke up Jersey from her slumber. She scoffed under her breath while shifting around on the air mattress. She was hoping the noise would stop but it didn't. It just kept on ringing and ringing. Pretty much driving her crazy.

She snatched her pillow up and grabbed her plugged up phone. Jersey noticed the texts and missed calls from her Auntie. She took a deep breath before removing her charger and calling her Auntie.

"I guess you're still mad at me?" Lisa inquired with a smart tone.

Jersey rolled her eyes before speaking. "What do you want?"

"I want you to come and get your bed out of my apartment. If you don't plan on using it then I'll just give it to Shaye."

Jersey's eyes bugged when her aunt mentioned giving her bed to Shaye. Shaye was Jersey's cousin.

"Shaye, she's in town?"

"She's moving back here." Lisa informed her. "She just moved into her own apartment and I need to know if you still want your bedroom set or not because she needs one."

Jersey snapped her brows together. She and Shaye didn't f**k with each other at all. They had different personalities which kept them from being close. Shaye was conceited. She stayed talking Jersey down and she felt like she was better than her.

"I'm coming to get it today." Jersey declared.

She ended the call and pulled herself from bed. On her way to the bathroom, she noticed Kelli in the living room with her boyfriend, Travis. Jersey rolled her eyes while proceeding to go in the bathroom.

"I want to go to the movies tonight." Kelli told Travis. He turned his head around when he heard feet pattering on the floor. It was Jersey who had just walked into the bathroom.

"When did she move in?" He asked in a low voice.

"Weeks ago—a month now. Maybe two months. You would know but you rarely come over here." Kelli replied. "Why are so concerned about her?"

"I'm not... I just don't understand why you're still friends with her." Travis vacillated. "She almost got Quintin f****d up."

Kelli narrowed her eyes at him. "Quintin deserved that ass whooping. He tried to r**e her in the club." She reasoned. "And besides, Jersey and I have been friends since forever. I'm not going to stop being her friend because of Quintin's dusty ass."

"I'm not telling you to stop..."

"And you shouldn't." Kelli addressed him. "I didn't tell you to stop being friends with Quintin. And we both know that he put Jersey through a lot of s**t. With his rock-headed ass."

"You're right..." Travis conceded with a head nod. "My bad, I apologize."

"Kelli?" Jersey called out as she walked inside the living room. Her short hair was frizzy and curly. She was dressed in a tank-top with some pajama pants.

"What's up?"

Jersey glanced over at Travis, but she didn't speak. He didn't bother to speak as well.

"I need you to call your brothers. Lisa is trying to give my bed away to Shaye."

"Shaye...that b***h is back?" Kelli questioned her friend with a snarl.

"Unfortunately, yes." Jersey answered. "And now I need to get a small U-Haul so I can get my bedroom set today. I don't want her with it."

"Me and Quintin can help." Travis suggested with a petty smirk on his face. Kelli shoved him lightly as she furrowed her eyebrows.

Jersey narrowed her eyes at the jokester. "How do you still date him?"

She didn't want Quintin nor his friend around her at all. They were toxic. Meaningless. A waste of time. A bad influence. Jersey just didn't understand why her friend was even giving the guy some attention. It was clear that Ryder was more of her speed.

Travis sat on the couch looking like a weasel. He was slim and bony. His skin was the color of caramel. Jersey didn't know what he had going on with his hair, but it was locked up and matted.

Kelli, you can do so much better... Jersey said to herself as she walked towards the back.

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"What's the plan?" Arthur asked Malcolm as he sat beside him.

"Like I said before, we're playing it safe for right now. I need to see where his mind is at before we do anything."

Arthur nodded his head in agreement. He stood beside Malcolm looking around with his usual aggressive expression. He was already a hefty guy, he just had to add face for extra defense.

"Nieko's behind everything man...." Malcolm spilled.

Arthur snapped his eyebrows together as he looked over in suspense. "What?"

"He was the one who plotted this s**t man. He instructed Marcus, Aaron, and Jamar to rob me."

"Did they tell you that?"

"No but I put the pieces together, that's how I know." Malcolm replied. "Remember Aaron mentioned his name when I asked him why he turned on me? Man, I'm telling you, Nieko set this s**t up."

"For some reason, I believe Rudy didn't see it coming. They left him in the blind because they knew he would probably fold." Malcolm stated as he thought about Rudy.

"He's gonna get really suspicious if we pull up at a time like this." Arthur claimed.

"He won't..." Malcolm assured his good friend. "Just leave everything up to me. I just need you to have my back."

Malcolm knew that Nieko wouldn't be suspicious of anything. The boys weren't declared missing nor dead yet. He just wanted to take the time to know Nieko's path.

They pulled up to this soul food restaurant that was located in Bed-Stuy. People stood outside the restaurant doing nothing in particular. The traffic wasn't too backed up but people kept going back and forth on the side of the restaurant. Malcolm knew that something illegal had to be going on.

Both Malcolm and Arthur made their way inside the restaurant. It was filled with all kinds of people—mostly black. Two lines were formed as they waited to put in or either get their order of food.

All eyes went on Malcolm as he ambled inside with his normal composure. He looked damn fine and the women knew it too. The men, on the other hand, either envied him or tried to get noticed by him in a brotherly way.

Malcolm, being the person, he was, walked up towards the counter and leaned over a little. A tall, dark-skinned woman was behind the counter working. Her skin was shiny and sweaty from working inside the building with little air. She rocked braids as she stood there giving Malcolm the once-over. She never put a smile or smirk on her face. She was just that mean.

"I'm looking for Nieko."

She narrowed her eyes as she held a nonchalant expression. "What do you want with him?"

Malcolm saw that she was a tough cookie, so he decided to give her the same treatment and facial expression. "Just tell him to come out here. We need to talk."

She rolled her eyes but did what Malcolm told her to do. She marched into the back and came out with Nieko in toll. Malcolm watched as he slowly walked inside.

Nieko toddled inside with a tube in his nose. He carried a portable oxygen tank as he wobbled inside the dining area. He looked over at Malcolm and then his eyes went on Arthur.

"Malcolm..." Nieko spoke weakly as he eyed the young man.

"I didn't come here for no trouble." Malcolm alerted him. "Business only. Is there somewhere we can talk...privately?"

Nieko studied him for a minute. He looked over at Arthur and said, "We can talk...just you and me."

Malcolm instructed Arthur to wait in the front and he did just that. Malcolm followed Nieko towards the back. They went inside a private room and took seats.

"Why are you really here?" Nieko questioned him as he took a seat. He was an overweighed man who had a very hard time breathing on his own. He sat there with his tongue hanging halfway out of his mouth.

"Like I said, for business."

"Business?" Nieko reiterated. "Business has been well for you. That's what I've been hearing."

"That's what you've been hearing..." Malcolm corrected him. "If you didn't hear it from me, then it's invalid."

"What kind of business are you talking about? Drugs?"

"Something like that..." Malcolm agreed with a head nod. "But I'm not here for my business. Your people are having a hard time moving around."

"So..." Nieko replied harshly.

"So, I want to help you."

Nieko stared at Malcolm because he was right. As of lately, Malcolm's people were the top sellers in the game. Nothing couldn't be moved unless he gave the green light to do it. Nieko's people could barely sell anything and that was hurting him financially.

"Your people are f*****g bullies." Nieko commented.

Malcolm threw his hands up and said, "They're not bullies. They just do what they're supposed to do—protect their turf." He touched the bridge of his nose and said. "So, what do you want to do? Because I'm not supposed to be helping you at all."

"What do you want out of this?" Nieko questioned him.

"Well..." Malcolm trailed off. "I want a truce."

"A truce..." Nieko trailed off. "But what would your people say?"

"They don't have a say so. They work for me, it's not the other way around. They'll be plenty of money left for them to make. I just need to know if you're on board or not. If you are—I'll make some changes. If you aren't—then I'll make all the money by myself."

Nieko sat there in deep thought as he touched his salt and pepper beard.

"Deshawn!" Nieko yelled weakly. "Deshawn!"

Malcolm watched as an average height man appeared in the room. He was dark as coal with dreads. He wore a wife-beater and some jogger pants. Deshawn held a blank expression on his face as he looked over at Malcolm.

"Malcolm has a deal for us to acc—"

"I have a deal for you." Malcolm corrected Nieko as he darted his eyes over at Deshawn.

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"Are you sure you want me to cut your hair?" Kelli questioned Jersey as she ran her fingers through her friend's large coils. "It's growing so nicely."

"Cut it." Jersey demanded as she sat in the chair. She didn't like long hair on herself. Having short hair was such a great advantage.

"We should go somewhere." Vena chatted. "I heard Carlisle is the spot tonight."

"For real? Well count me in. I've been working all week—I need to unwind and have fun."

"Yasss!" Vena bubbled as she did a little dance with her tongue out. Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at Jersey who wore a blank expression. "Please tell me you're coming, too?"

Jersey sighed before speaking. "I have to work...you know that."

"Damn..." Vena trailed off with a frown. "He's still letting you work for him after you whooped his cousin and tore his bar up?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Aren't you getting tired of being at that place?" Vena asked Jersey.

"I mean, I am but I like the money I make. I'm able to help Kel pay more bills and... I can buy myself more clothes."

"You shouldn't want to work there at all. Malcolm is something else."

"Girl, he's been helping her." Kelli spilled which caused Jersey to look up at her with a frown. She didn't want Vena to know about the Rudy situation because she talked too damn much.

"I don't care about him helping her." Vena voiced. "She's basically a slave and that's not cool. She's working because of Rudy's bullshit. We need to do something about it."

"What can we do?" Jersey replied softly. "I'm in no position to be doing anything so...just drop it. I'll be fine, I promise."

Vena licked her full lips and sighed. "Jay...you're only twenty-two. You need to do something with your life while you have time. Don't let that bar be the death of you. I can see it in your eyes—you're depressed. You're hurt. You're not happy."

Jersey looked over at her friend and scoffed. "When have I ever been happy? I've never been happy Vena. My whole life has been—f****d up."

The girls didn't even bother to respond. They knew what Jersey had been through while growing up.

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"Shit..." Jersey cursed as she leaned over the sink bowl that was inside the restroom of Malcolm's Bar. She noticed the little flush that could only be visibly seen by her.

She rummaged through her bag until she could find her medicine that her doctor prescribed for. When she landed on the right medicine, she quickly put two capsules in her mouth and sipped some water from the faucet. 

Slowly, she gazed at herself in the mirror. Jersey noticed the drastic changes of her appearance. She was skinner than before—her wide nose and thick lips looked as if they were competing over her face. Stress was eating her alive and she didn't know how to stop it.

Knock, knock, knock

She jumped from the sudden sound and fluttered her eyes. Jersey stopped the water and heeded towards the door.

She cleared her throat and said, "Yes?"

"You alright in there?" Dean questioned her in his soothing voice.

"...I'm fine." She replied back while pulling paper towels from the dispenser.

"Good. I need you out here. The crowd is getting pretty thick."

Jersey rolled her eyes at Dean and tossed her used paper towels in the garbage. She pulled the door open and tried to walk past him. He grabbed her arm gently and pulled her back.

"We need to talk."

"Didn't you just say the bar was getting crowded?"

"I lied." He spilled while holding her hand in his. "I just...want to talk to you. That's all."

Jersey leaned her head to the side in irritation. "Dean, I don't feel like doing this with you."

"I'm not trying to start an argument between us. I just want to make things right."

She watched as Dean pulled out a drawstring pouch from his pocket. He held his hand out to her.

"Here, open it."

She hesitantly accepted the gift and opened it. Jersey's eyes bugged when she noticed the jewelry. Dean had gifted her with an inexpensive bracelet. It was sterling silver and had Jersey's name in the middle.

"What is this for?" Jersey inquired with a slight smirk on her face. She loved the bracelet, but she wanted to know why he gifted her. 

"It’s an apology gift. Honestly, I wasn't listening to you at first Jersey. I was so worried about who wanted you that I ruined my chances of ever being with you. I just wanted to apologize again—I haven't been treating you right around here. That was childish of me."

"It was." She concurred with a head nod.

Dean sighed and touched her chin. "If you want us to be friends then we can be friends. I don't have a problem with it."

Jersey awkwardly pulled away from his grasp and said, "Thank you for the bracelet. We should get back to work now."

They eventually went back to work and filled everyone's order. Around clock out time, Jersey was irritated and exhausted. 

She was busy wiping down the counters when Malcolm walked inside. He had been gone all day, but he managed to show up around closing time. He walked past Jersey without speaking and went right in the back.

"What's his problem?" Sarai asked bluntly as she fixed the chairs.

"It's nothing..." Dean replied as he looked over at Sarai with his eyebrows furrowed. He knew that Malcolm had some urgent news to tell his uncle, but he wasn't telling Sarai that. She was too damn nosy for him.

Jersey didn't bother to speak. She just continued to clean up until her name was called by Malcolm. She paused and stood there before answering him.

"Damn, don't you hear me talking to you?"

"I'm coming." She responded dryly before dropping her towel. Jersey ambled into the back and noticed Malcolm standing halfway out of Dock's office.

"Come in here." He demanded while eyeing her cautiously. Jersey looked him in the eyes curiously before walking in Dock's office. She took a seat and waited for the next move.

"Jersey..." Dock trailed off as he leaned back in his chair. He was in his late forties and didn't look his age at all. He was average height with a muscular build. Dock was brown-skinned with curly-textured hair.

"You do fine work out there for a first-time bartender." He complimented her.

Jersey just sat there wondering what was going on. She was hoping she was about to get fired.

"I just think you should keep your emotions in check." Dock continued.

Jersey frowned after hearing Dock mention her emotions. She sat up in the chair and said, Excuse me, what?"

"You had a fight the other day. I didn't like it at all. Simply because you did it in front of the customers."

Fury grew like a second skin on Jersey as she sat and listened to him.

"I wasn't in that fight by myself." She corrected him. "Morgan had as much fault as me."

"Yeah but you started the fight. Malcolm and I watched the video together. You hit her in the head with the serving tray."

Jersey glanced over at Malcolm and couldn't help but to frown. She couldn't believe that she was getting all the blame for what happened. Morgan was the one who started the fight. 

Morgan's words cut Jersey like a sword, so she had to retaliate back. 

"Morgan has been picking on me since day one and y'all didn't say anything. Now, since I had to defend myself, I'm getting all the blame." Jersey snapped. "That's not right!"

"Jersey..." Dock started.

"No..." She rejected while shaking her head. "You're upset because I whooped your daughter's ass."

"I'm not." Dock objected calmly while clasping his hands together.

"Yes, you are." Jersey retorted back smartly while darting her eyes at him. "And I really don't give a f**k because I'll whoop your daughter's ass again. Let her get out of line with me one more time."

Malcolm knew that Jersey had some boldness buried deep inside her. He knew it since day one, but he didn't think that she would have that much in her to disrespect his uncle.

"Yo, get up." Malcolm demanded as he tapped the chair. "Let me talk to you."

Jersey rolled her eyes at Dock and followed Malcolm to his office. He slammed the door and eyed Jersey before speaking.

"You’re playing with fire right now."

"I'm playing with fire?" Jersey reiterated. "How am I doing that?"

"You don't disrespect my uncle—at all."

"Well he's blaming me for the whole fight! That pisses me off. You two didn't say anything to Morgan when she was f*****g with me!" Jersey ranted. "I'm sick of it—it's all about blood family here."

Malcolm slid her a stern look and said, "Lower your tone."

Jersey rolled her eyes at him and folded her arms. She stood there tapping her right foot. Part of her was pissed off from having a conversation with Dock. The other half of her was hyped up on medication.

"He had the nerve to tell me that I should learn how to control my emotions. I've been working here for almost two months now and I learned how to deal with everything I'm faced with. I always keep my poker face on. Dock doesn't know me or what I've been through." She continued.

"I don't give a f**k about all of that." Malcolm   blurted out. "What you don't do is disrespect my uncle."

Jersey stopped tapping her foot and darted her eyes over at Malcolm. "He disrespected me first! He's putting all the blame on me because I had a fight with his daughter!"

"And you know it too. You know how much hell that girl puts me through." Jersey continued.

"Dock was trying to talk to you like somebody but you started cussing him out." Malcolm replied. 

Jersey wrinkled her nose at Malcolm and couldn't help but to double her lips. She was so mad with him that she could have knocked his head off his shoulders.

"I need to go." She announced while moving past him. He allowed her to leave and watched as she went to clock out.

Jersey grabbed her things and headed for the front. Both Dean and Sarai had cleaned up the rest of the place and left. She was all alone and by herself. Jersey silently prayed that Dean was outside waiting for her. When she pushed through the door, she didn't see his Infiniti parked outside.

"Damn...just my luck." She mumbled while adjusting the strap on her bag. She thought that he would at least take her home since they were back on good terms.

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"You need to fire that girl and make some new arrangements." Docks suggested to Malcolm. "Because she just doesn't get it. I wasn't taking up for Morgan at all."

"You sure?" Malcolm questioned his uncle.

Dock gave him a bewildered look and said, "What? You don't believe me? I just want the bar to run smoothly. I'm not going to let her ruin this business for us."

"I doubt that will ever happen." Malcolm replied while shaking his head.

"It will if she doesn't learn how to control her emotions. I know that Morgan can be a handful at times, but she needs to learn how to ignore her."

After Jersey left, Malcolm started thinking about every single thing Jersey said. He knew she was right. He just didn't want her to end up hurt by his uncle. Dock was quiet and he seemed cool, but he had his secrets and Malcolm didn't want Jersey involved. Instead of letting the argument escalate, he pulled her out of the room and into his office.

Malcolm knew that Jersey was an expert at controlling her emotions. She always wore this game face whenever she worked. He watched her closely when she served customers. She stayed having a smile on her face and she tried to be friendly and helpful with everyone.

He didn't blame her for whooping Morgan's ass at all. She needed it. She deserved it. After all the smart taunts, Jersey needed to redeem herself.

"Jersey knows how to keep her emotions under control." Malcolm corrected him.

"What? You taking up for her now?" Dock assumed as he grew offended.

"That's not the point."

"Well why didn't you say all of this when she was here? You were just on my side."

"Because, this s**t would've gone left." Malcolm reasoned. "You know and I know that Morgan started the whole thing. So, let's be real right now. Jersey is quiet—she doesn't f**k with anybody here. She stays to herself. Morgan knows Jersey is quiet and she takes uses that as an advantage to pick at her. What she didn't know is that Jersey could fight."

Dock just sat there quietly.

"Jersey has a debt on her and she keeps a smile on her face when she's working. So, she knows how to keep herself under control."

"Well, why did she talk to me like that if she can keep her emotions under control?" Dock questioned him.

"I'm sure anybody would get upset if they're getting all the blame for a fight that happened because a person can't keep their thoughts to themselves."

Dock narrowed his eyes at his nephew. He scoffed before speaking. "You got an answer to everything. What is it? You like her or something? Y'all f*****g? She got you that p***y-whipped you can't even take up for your own cousin?"

Malcolm removed himself from the archway and said, "Close the bar up."

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Kelli was out partying with Vena. Jersey knew that they were going to be gone for a while. Instead of wallowing around, she decided to warm herself some dinner that Kelli cooked yesterday. She ate and took herself a nice shower.

Jersey strolled inside her room and noticed how different it looked. She had finally got her bedroom set from her aunt's place. Now, she had a queen-size bed, nightstand, and her dresser. Her set wasn't brand new. In fact, it had minor scratches, but she didn't care. Jersey had paid good money for her furniture; Her bed held up great and that's all she needed.

Knock, knock

Jersey sat on her bed for a minute and assumed Kelli was knocking on the door. She pushed herself off the bed and went straight to the door.

"You're so drunk, you can't even open the do—"

Jersey stopped talking when she realized the person at the door wasn't Kelli. She stood there with a nonchalant expression as she looked the person over.

It was Malcolm. He was there.

"What do you want?" She asked dryly.

"I want to talk..."

Jersey shrugged her shoulders in an irritated way and said, "Talk."

Malcolm grabbed the door with his hand, causing Jersey to move hers. He closed it shut and walked further inside.

"You were right..."

"About what?" Jersey asked.

"Everything you ranted about at the bar."

Jersey casted him a curious glance. She watched as he took a seat on the couch. Malcolm patted the empty side of the cushion, which caused Jersey to raise an eyebrow. Hesitantly, she walked over and took a seat as well.

"Why did you take his side?" She asked him in a low tone.

Malcolm touched his beard and sighed. "I didn't take his side. Never did I tell him that he was right. I just didn't want you disrespecting him."

"He disrespected me first by putting all the blame on me." Jersey reiterated while touching her chest.

"I know that but...he didn't cuss' you out." Malcolm reasoned. "You cussed him out though."

Jersey relaxed her shoulders. "Maybe it was wrong, but I was so upset I didn't care."

"When you left, I talked to him about you. I told him that you do know how to control your emotions. You hide your real feelings easily and I know that."

Jersey furrowed her eyebrows and casted him a curious look, "How do you know that?"

"I watch you." Malcolm replied as he took the sight of her in. "That's how I know."

Jersey nodded her head and said, "Well you're right. I do hold my emotions in. That's what I'm used to."

Malcolm curiously wondered why Jersey held her emotions in. He wanted to ask her, but he decided not to pry in her business. 

"I know that Morgan was the cause of you getting out of character."

Jersey pursed her lips and said, "Your cousin was asking for it."

Malcolm looked over at her and couldn't help but to smirk a little. She thought it was kind of weird to see him with a slight smile on his face; He didn't do too much smiling.

"What?" Jersey asked him.

"You tough...real tough." Malcolm replied back. "I like that about you."

Jersey couldn't help but to slightly grin. Her long, deep dimples caved in on each side of her jaw. 

"I like your dimples too..." He added while eyeing her face.

Jersey was indeed beautiful. She was chocolate with exaggerated facial features. Wide nose, thick luscious lips, the prettiest big eyes, and curly short hair. She had lost weight in the face, but she was still beautiful.

Jersey softly blushed and thanked him. She looked up and noticed that his eyes were still on her. Something was different. This time, Malcolm had a different look in his eyes as he observed her.

He placed his hand on the side of her jaw, rubbing it before he pressed his lips against hers. Jersey closed her eyes instantly and melted into the kiss. They started off slow—getting acquainted with each other's mouth.

Malcolm expertly deepened the kiss by seductively slithering his tongue in her mouth. He leaned his body on hers, causing her to lay back on the couch's pillow.

Jersey moaned as she touched the side of his head with her hand. Malcolm's kisses made her hot and saturated as she felt herself throbbing and aching to be touched. He pulled away from the kiss and looked her over before going any further.

"Keep going..." Jersey breathed out as she touched his arm. She felt like Malcolm was about to stop what he started. She didn't want him to. Simply because she was in the mood. She was wet and ready to f**k. Period.

"...Your friend here?"

"No, she's out right now." Jersey replied back. "She probably won't be back until later."

"Good." Malcolm stated as he leaned down to kiss Jersey on her lips. She shut her eyes tightly when she felt him attacking her neck. After giving her a couple of hickeys, he lifted up and tugged at her shorts. Jersey wasted no time pulling both her shorts and panties down.

Malcolm took the sight of her in. Jersey had her legs open slightly. Showing her body to a man wasn't new but it had been a while since she did it. Obviously, she was a little shy about it.

Malcolm gently pressed his hand on one of her knees and opened her legs. He was able to get a good view of her. Jersey's intimate part was darker than the rest of her body due to her being a chocolate woman. Other than that, she was good and clean shaven.

He took his finger and rubbed her leaking slit. Jersey's eyes fluttered from the friction he made. This was her first time being touched that way, so she was enjoying every bit of it. Her mouth flew open when she felt him rubbing his thumb over her c******s repetitively.

"Oh shit." She moaned while grabbed ahold of his hand. Malcolm stuck a finger inside of her. He rotated it, soaked in Jersey's wetness. Her mouth gaped as she moved her hips a little. She could feel herself trying to reach an orgasm. The clenching stomach and pressure caused her to let out a low moan. Malcolm watched as her legs shook lightly from the orgasm.

Jersey moaned as she laid there trying to regain her energy. That orgasm had drained all her stamina from her. She laid there with a beeping c******s and butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't believe that Malcolm had brought her to an orgasm just that quick. He pulled his fingers out and sucked her juices off.

"You taste good." He commented.

Jersey felt herself growing even wetter. She couldn't believe that Malcolm was exploring her body and making her c*m.

Suddenly, he stood up and pulled his pants down. Jersey sat there and watched him drop both his boxers and pants. She sat there impressed but she wasn't surprised about Malcolm's p***s at all. She knew that he had to be carrying some weight since he walked kind of wide-legged. He wasn't over-the-top or unrealistically big at all. In fact, he was just enough to satisfy Jersey.

Jersey welcomed him by opening her legs. She watched as he positioned himself. All of a sudden, he stopped and looked at Jersey.

"You got any rubbers?" Malcolm asked her.

Jersey forgot all about protection. She was so caught up in having s*x, it didn't come to her mind. She shook her head no and he cursed.

"I can't f**k you without a rubber." He blurted out with a head shake.

Jersey wanted to get offended, but she didn't. She didn't know who Malcolm was f*****g and vice versa. Instead of getting upset, she just nodded her head and said, "Kelli has some...in her room."

Jersey stood up on her wobbly legs and went towards the back to grab a condom. Malcolm watched her small ass jiggle with every movement she made.

She walked back inside with the condom in her hand. She passed it to Malcolm and watched as he expertly ripped it open and slid it on.

Since Jersey was already up, he instructed her to get on top. She didn't want to do it, but she got on top anyway. Nervousness was stitched all over her face as she tried to figure out what was next.

"You alright?"

"Uh..." Jersey trailed off nervously. "It's just that I haven't had s*x in a long time."

"I'll help you..." Malcolm trailed off as he placed a kiss on her lips. Jersey felt a little comfortable after he muttered that. She pressed her lips against his, deepening the kiss. Their tongues swiveled together as he grabbed a hold of her hips, making her rock against his thick p***s.

He grabbed ahold of himself and pushed into Jersey. Slowly he pushed inside, trying not to hurt her. She drew her eyebrows together and gaped her mouth from the pain and pleasure she was receiving. Jersey moaned out while grabbing ahold of Malcolm's shoulder.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, keep going." She instructed him.

Malcolm held on to her small butt as he thrusted in and out of her. He had to keep himself from moaning out, so he decided to bite down on his bottom lip. Jersey felt better than he expected her to feel. She had him wanting to live between her legs. That's just how good she felt to him.

"Damn...bounce on it." Malcolm instructed in a breathy tone as he ran his hand over her body. Jersey was still trying to get the hang of s*x again, but she managed to do as instructed. She bounced on him while letting out a loud, s****l groan. She could feel herself getting wetter with every stroke.

Malcolm slipped one of her n*****s in his mouth and sucked on it until he moved to the next one. He could feel himself getting ready to bust so he decided to speed things up. He penetrated Jersey deeper and harder, causing her to yelp out. She reclined her head back and ripped out another orgasm. Four pumps later, Malcolm released himself into his condom.

They sat there for a while, trying to build their energy back up. Malcolm tapped her thigh and made her move. She watched as he grabbed his clothes.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked her.

Jersey looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows. She couldn't believe that he was about to leave immediately after f*****g her.

"Down the hall...it's the first door on the left."

Malcolm went inside the bathroom to freshen up. When he walked back in the living room, Jersey had her clothes back on. She was busy trying to clean up Kelli's couch.

He walked behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Jersey felt butterflies in her stomach as she felt him against her.

"I'm about to leave...come lock up."

"Leave?" Jersey reiterated. "You can stay and sleep in my bed."

Malcolm knew that she was going to pull that response out. He shook his head no and said, "Nah, I don't think that's a good idea."

She followed him to the door and watched as he stopped in his tracks. "When you talk to Rudy. Don't tell him about Marcus and Jamar. Just let him know that I'm still working on it."

"Why can't he know?"

"Because...I don't think it's safe for him to be out right now."

Jersey furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, which Malcolm caught on to.

"He's been in that house for weeks." She tried reasoning with him.

"Just do what I say. I believe the job just wasn't between Marcus, Aaron, and Jamar. They're working for someone who has power. I know who the person is, I just want to gain information before I do anything. You understand?"

Jersey only nodded her head. She was sick of the entire situation. She just wanted her cousin to be able to enjoy his life. Rudy was still a kid and she wanted him to have the opportunity to be one.

Her mind went back to Malcolm and their little affair. Jersey didn't know what he was up to, she just didn't want him trying to play her.