Chapter 2

Zion POV

I been wanting Imani since the day I met her.

She was younger then, looking way too good to be off limits. Jalen made sure to tell all of us that his sisters were not to be fucked with because they weren’t like the girls we were used to.

Off limits.

But that never stopped the way I looked at her.

Or the way she looked at me.

The way Imani been looking at me has my dick hard every time I see her. Like she already know exactly what she want me to do to her. Like she want me to bend her over a table and fuck her hard from behind.

Just thinking about it has me adjusting myself in my jeans before I even get out the truck.

I wasn’t sure what to expect today when Jalen called asking if I wanted to help move the twins into their new house. Inside I was more excited than I care to admit for a man of my caliber.

Truth is… I was hype.

I jumped at the invitation.

I been waiting for the chance to see her again. It’s been three long years since the last time.

Three years of watching from a distance while she was fucking with that clown ass dude Darren.

And he played her exactly how I knew he would.

Because she been mine since the first day I laid eyes on her.

Jalen don’t know that yet… but he will.

And he gonna accept it.

He don’t really have a choice because she not fucking with nobody else.

A lot of people like to assume the type of dude I am.

I’m Zion Carter, the oldest son of the Carter family — the biggest family in the game. My father is the biggest drug dealer to ever step foot in New York. A shoot-first-ask-questions-later type of dude.

Me?

I don’t ask questions.

I just shoot.

Fuck anything else.

And Imani… she about to be my Queen.

I have no problem removing anybody who tries to get in my way of making that happen.

When we pull up to they new crib I notice it immediately.

It’s real close to the body shop.

I like that.

Easy access.

I lean against the moving truck, arms folded across my chest like I ain’t waiting on nobody. The late afternoon sun beats down on the pavement while the rest of the guys hop out the truck talking shit.

But the moment Imani and Alani pull into the driveway, my focus locks in.

Imani steps out the car and damn near steals the air from my lungs.

She got on these tight little jean shorts that her ass cheeks peek out of at the bottom.

Yeah.

She won’t be wearing those again.

I file that away for later.

When she stands up fully, her eyes find me instantly.

Good girl.

Like she always do.

Six years later and she still don’t realize how closely I’ve been watching her.

She look away quick though, like she caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing.

I smirk.

Yeah… she still want me.

The next two hours pass in a blur of boxes, sweat, and loud ass conversations. Furniture scraping across floors, cardboard ripping open, somebody arguing about where a couch is supposed to go.

By the time we finish moving everything in, everybody looks tired as hell.

We all crash on their couch.

“Why did it seem like more work moving your stuff in than it did moving it out?” Nasir says, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Because you were complaining the entire time,” Alani shoots back.

The room fills with laughter.

But I’m barely paying attention.

Because I notice Imani slipping off toward the kitchen.

I push up from the couch slowly.

I find her standing at the sink with her back to me.

The sunlight coming through the window hits the side of her face and catches in her curls.

Her hips sway slightly when she moves.

I walk up behind her slow, close enough that my chest nearly brushes her back.

“You hiding from me, beauty?” I ask low.

She freezes.

Just for a second.

Then her shoulders relax like she trying to pretend I don’t affect her.

But I feel the slight hitch in her breathing.

“I waited a very long time for you,” I murmur near her ear. “And getting myself off isn’t working anymore.”

She lets out a soft breath and bites her lip.

That little reaction alone sends heat straight down my spine.

“These shorts…” I say, sliding my fingers lightly under the curve of her ass.

She lets out a quiet moan before she can stop herself.

That sound goes straight to my dick.

I press my body into her so she can feel my length through my jeans.

“You see how you got me?” I whisper. “You been teasing me for way too long.”

I nip lightly at her ear.

She shivers.

Then—

“I’m going to grab a beer,” Jalen says from the living room.

Shit.

I step back immediately and lean against the counter like nothing happened.

Jalen walks into the kitchen and stops in the doorway.

His eyes move between us.

“What y’all doing?”

“We talking,” I say easily. “I’m asking her about her new job.”

He studies us for a second.

Then grabs a beer from the fridge and walks back out.

The second he leaves, Imani slips around me quickly and heads back to the living room.

I just watch her walk away.

“Mani, Sky just text me saying we outside tonight,” Alani says. “We out to Avalanche tonight.”

“Cool with me,” Imani says. “I’m off tomorrow.”

“Okay fellas get out, we gotta get ready,” Alani says walking to the door.

“Hold up,” Omari laughs. “We move all y’all shit and now you kicking us out?”

“Well y’all could meet up with us later,” she says winking at him.

Omari looks at me and smirks, shaking his head.

He been trying to get at Alani for years.

She been trying to be respectful of Jalen…

But she worse than Imani.

“Aight well y’all do that,” Jalen says grabbing his keys. “I’m off. Wifey at home waiting on me.”

He the only one who actually settled down.

Me?

I just been waiting for my Queen.

“So are y’all coming tonight?” Alani asks after Jalen leaves.

Omari glances at me.

I nod.

“Yeah we coming,” Omari says. “Make sure you got some friends for my guys.”

I look over at Imani.

She sitting on the couch, legs crossed, trying real hard not to look at me.

That little act almost makes me laugh.

It’s cool.

I’ma see her later.

“We out,” I say.

All the guys stand up.

But before I leave—

“Imani come here.”

She stands and walks over to me.

I like how she listens.

I lean down close to her ear.

“Don’t wear anything that’s going to be showing too much of anything tonight.”

She shivers slightly at the command.

“Okay,” she says softly.

My hand slides down her back before squeezing her ass lightly.

I press a kiss to her forehead.

“Don’t get no dude fucked up tonight,” I murmur.

Then I push her gently against the wall.

For a second we just stare at each other.

Her lips part.

My thumb brushes the corner of her mouth.

Then I kiss her.

Hard.

Deep.

Her fingers clutch my shirt like she forgot how to breathe.

When I finally pull back her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen pink.

My dick is hard again.

“I’ll see you later, beauty.”

I turn and walk toward the door.

Because if I look back…

I might not leave.

And tonight?

Tonight I’m done waiting.