Back to the Streets by Treasure Hernandez Page A

what’s up with you bringing me breakfast in bed?”
    He placed the breakfast tray on her lap. “Just enjoy it, shorty. But don’t get used to it. I don’t do this for everybody, you know. But you deserve it for putting up with me and my gangster movies last night.”
    Halleigh looked around the room. “Well, how did I even get in this bed last night?” she asked, knowing that he had to have carried her to bed. She couldn’t help but appreciate the gesture. If she had been at another point in her life, Tasha’s brother could have easily had her open, but she could barely keep Malek off her mind, so she knew she didn’t have the energy to spark something with Maury.
    â€œI brought you in here after you passed out on me.”
    Her eyebrows rose inquisitively. “And where did you sleep?”
    Maury laughed out loud at her facial expression. “Chill out, shorty. I crashed on the couch.”
    â€œWell, thank you for the breakfast, Maury, and for sharing your bed with me.”
    â€œYou don’t have to thank me, Halleigh.” Maury grabbed the bag with his own food and left the room.
    Mimi waited near the room she’d slept in until she saw Maury emerge from the room where Halleigh was. She was now dressed in tight jeans that showed off her apple bottom. She wore no bra, so her nipples peered at Maury through her thin halter top.
    â€œHey, Maury,” she stated as he walked toward her. She grabbed his hand and stopped him from moving past her. She walked up close to him and blatantly rubbed her body against him.
    â€œWhat up, ma?” He looked her up and down.
    Mimi’s body was on point, and he felt his manhood jump in excitement, but he had to check himself. This was one of his sister’s peoples. Besides, he knew Mimi’s type. She was out for a quick-dick fix and he knew it. On top of that, he was almost certain that it would cost him some paper in the end, whether it was flat-out cash or an afternoon shopping spree. Mimi’s type came with a price.
    Now, Maury definitely felt that Mimi was worth fucking, but he could see straight through her. She could never be wifey. Like any man, he’d keep his options open, but for now, he’d have to put her on reserve.
    â€œYou tell me what’s up,” Mimi said seductively. She could see that Maury’s eyes were focused on her breasts. “You want to touch?” she ran her tongue across her front teeth . . . slowly.
    By now, Maury’s dick was rock-hard, and her offer was tempting, but he shook his head. “Nah, ma, maybe some other time.”
    He tried to walk away, but Mimi pulled him back toward her and into the room.
    â€œWhat you doing, ma?” he asked. His breath caught in his throat as he put his hands in the air to avoid touching her.
    Mimi didn’t answer, but she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts.
    â€œWhat, what you doing, girl?” Maury said, attempting to push her away.
    Mimi knew damn well that Maury could overpower her any day of the week. If he really wanted her to back up off of him, he’d be using much more force than he was. She put her hands on top of Maury’s and began directing them to caress her. She let out a soft moan.
    Eventually, Maury couldn’t help himself. He began massaging Mimi’s D-cups without her assistance, circling his thumbs around her stiff nipples.
    â€œUmmm,” Mimi moaned in his ear. “I knew you wanted to touch them.” Mimi took one of Maury’s hands, removed it from her breast, and put it up her shirt.
    â€œDamn, girl,” Maury let slip out. He didn’t want Mimi to know that he was that into it, but now the cat was out of the bag. Maury closed the bedroom door, lifted her shirt, and picked her up so that he could bury his head in her chest.
    One by one, back and forth, forth and back, Maury plucked at Mimi’s nipples with his tongue. Her nipples tasted like