The rock boyz 2, p.1
The Rock Boyz 2, page 1
part #2 of The Rock Boyz Series
The Rock Boyz 2
Money, Power, & Respect
Twyla T.
Patrice Balark
Dani Littlepage
J. Dominique
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
23. “That’s game nigga,” Corey chuckled at the expression on his cousin’s face
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
To Be Continued…
Written by:
Dani Littlepage
J. Dominique
Patrice Balark
Twyla T.
The Roc Boyz 2: Money. Power. Resepct.
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Where We Left Off…
A couple of weeks had passed since D’Mani had stomped that nigga out in Stasia’s kitchen, and he still didn’t have any remorse. He was guessing that she must have come to her senses because she had started to blow his phone up immediately once he left, but he blocked her ass. When he said he wasn’t fucking with her he hadn’t been lying. He wasn’t about to play that back and forth shit with her, especially over something so petty. D’Mani planned to get it all off of his mind though because it was his baby girl’s birthday, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she saw the pink baby Mercedes pull up. He couldn’t stop smiling and thinking about all the fun she was going to have that day, and how he’d be able to finally celebrate with her.
Since she wasn’t a fan of over extravagant parties Cheyanne had decided to throw the party at her house with a few of her friends and some family members. D’Mani pulled up outside to see that the driveway and street were full of cars. He didn’t have to look too far for a parking spot. Once he was parked he walked the short distance to the house and rang the bell.
Imani opened the door looking extremely cute in a pair of Minnie Mouse Chuck Taylor’s, some dark blue jean capris and an airbrushed shirt that had the same character and the words birthday girl scrawled across the back. He knew that because he had helped Cheyanne pick it out. Things between them had been just as good as they had always been, but better since Stasia wasn’t wreaking havoc on their co-parenting relationship.
“Hey Daddy! It’s my birthday!” she shouted and jumped into his arms giving him a tight hug.
“Girl, I know that, you only been talkin about it every day for the last month.” He chuckled planting a kiss on her chubby cheek.
“Wellllll, somebody had to remind you.” She told him sassily, then began to look around him. “where Kyler?”
He was afraid that she would ask him that, and he didn’t have an answer for her. The truth was the last time he had seen his little homie was the day they’d gone out to eat and he had to cut it short. He was hoping that with all of the excitement from the party she wouldn’t think to ask, but they had bonded and she considered him like a cool big brother.
“Where is Kyler Imani, and didn’t I tell you not to answer this door lil girl? You let a grown up get it.” Cheyanne walked up fussing and looking sexy as hell in a yellow sundress, but smiled once she saw D’Mani standing there.
“Only people for my party comin Ma.” Imani told her matter of factly.
“Whatever lil girl, don’t do that mess no more.” She warned pointing at her nose playfully, but there was still a serious undertone to her words.
“Aye, listen to yo mama.” D’Mani chimed in and sat her back down on the floor.
“Okay.” She whined before running off and joining a group of screaming girls.
“Thanks.” Cheyanne breathed with a smile still covering her beautiful face.
“No problem.”
“Well come on let me introduce you to everybody.” She told him turning around so that her ass was on full display. It had been a hot minute since D’Mani had slid up in some pussy and he couldn’t deny that the longer he went without it the more Cheyanne was looking like a full meal. He was trying to keep their relationship on a platonic level, but it was becoming hard not to give in to temptation. She stopped in the living room and reintroduced him to her mother and two sisters, before walking him around the room so that he could meet everybody who had anything to do with Imani.
By the time he’d been introduced to everyone in the room they were screaming for cake and ice cream. He helped her make out the plates for the kids after they blew out the candles and then he went to set up her presents on the table outside where they all were supposed to be sitting when baby girl started opening her presents. D’Mani snuck out and got the car out so that it would be waiting when Imani finished eating.
By the time the gifts were set on the table the way that Cheyanne wanted D’Mani was surprised to see that the kids were all done eating and back outside. He had barely had time to sit down and drink the beer that Cheyanne had given him. It wasn’t a big deal though, he was happy to be at Imani’s beck and call. So when she ran out demanding that he play with her and her friends he didn’t deny her, he got his grown ass up and ran around with kids in Cheyanne’s big backyard that was full of balls, balloons, a kiddie pool and a bouncy house. While they were running around he noticed Cheyanne watching them with a content look on her face. He tried hard not to stare back at her, but it was like their eyes were drawn to each other. They gave each other the eye pretty much the whole party and when it was over, and the guests were all gone he offered to stay and help her clean up the mess. Imani had partied until she fell out on the floor in the living room and D’Mani worked around her picking up any garbage that was laying around, while Cheyanne cleaned the kitchen.
“So how was your first birthday party with the princess?”
D’Mani turned to see Cheyanne standing leaned up against the doorway of the living room with an amused smirk.
“Uhhh, it was ayite. As long as I got to see baby girl open up her presents and have fun I’m happy.” He shrugged. She nodded that she understood and the two stood there in silence for a second.
“Well you wanna come have another drink?” she asked in a low tone.
“Hell yeah I low key need one after all this excitement.” They both chuckled.
“Okay come on. Do you want a beer or something a little stronger?” she questioned as I followed her into the kitchen.
“Do you even gotta ask?”
“Right. Let me get the shot glasses.” She went into a cabinet by the sink and pulled out two glasses and grabbed one of the bottles of Patron from the counter, that he’d seen her making margaritas with throughout the day.
“Do you think you should even have any more of this?” he teased and she gasped in fake shock before clutching her chest.
“Nigga I does this.” She rolled her eyes hard and poured a hefty amount into each glass.
“Yeah ayite don’t be tryna pass out on me, I know how yo ass is when you been drinkin. You can barely handle one cup let alone all the ones I done seen you chug today. Shit, I’m surprised you still standin.”
“Let you tell it nigga. You was the one who couldn’t hold yo liquor. Every time you got drunk all yo’ ass wanted to do was fuck and go to sleep.” She laughed and downed the liquor in her glass then poured another.
“Shit, that much ain’t changed.” D’Mani thought that he had said that in his head, but from the look on her face he knew that it had really slipped out. Cheyanne swallowed hard and he could see her breathing pick up. “my bad I ain’t mean to say that out loud.” He admitted pouring himself another shot and swallowing it down.
“I figured that,” she said unable to meet his gaze. A silence fell over them once again and D’Mani licked his lips as he looked over her body since they were sitting next to each other at the island he had the perfect view of her ass.
“Come ere’ girl.” He ordered biting into his bottom lip. Her face registered shock and she shook her head quickly climbing down from off the stool and backing away.
“I think we done had a lil too much.” She went to turn her back on him and he was behind her in seconds with his chest pressed against her back. He felt her body stiffen up, but relaxed her with a kiss to the back of her neck. She had always liked that. “D’Mani…. we shouldn’t.” she moaned and a shudder rippled through her body.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll leave.” He said still planting kisses along her neck and ear, while his hands slipped underneath her dress. She didn’t stop him from dipping a finger into her wetness and that let him know that the feelings he had were mutual.
“Ahhhhhh.” She threw her head back onto his shoulder as he rubbed her clit between his fingers and stuck his tongue in her ear. D’Mani could feel her juices dripping down his fingers and his dick got harder than it already was, straining against the fabric of his jeans.
“Got damnn.” He huffed as she began to grind against his hand. At that point he knew she wanted the dick, but he asked anyway. “you want me to stop?” his voice came out husky.
“No, mmmm shit I’ma come D’Mani.” She whined quietly and he decided to put her out of her misery. Bending her over the counter he snatched away the white thong she wore and shoved himself inside of her in one swift motion. Cheyanne’s pussy was just how he remembered it, wet and tight and he had to wait a second before he could move just from the feel of it. She must have been backed up too because she stiffened up like she couldn’t handle it.
“Loosen the fuck up Chey! Don’t tell me you can’t handle this dick no more.” He growled taking a handful of her hair and pulling it back.
“Yesss, yess I can take it!”
“Then show me, show out on this shit,” that was all he had to say and Cheyanne began throwing it back on him just like old times. He eventually took over and started delivering deep strokes as he watched her pussy soak his dick up. “damn girl!” seeing how wet she was and how much of her juice was dripping down his shaft D’Mani was finding it hard to hold on. He could feel his nut beginning to rise as she contracted around him sucking him all the way in and before he could stop himself he’d spilled his seeds inside of her. Gripping her waist tighter he rode the wave of his orgasm. When his dick finally stopped pulsing inside of her they both seized their movement and just sat in the same position with him still inside of her as they caught their breath.
Cheyanne was the first one to move away and her face was full of guilt as she paced back and forth while he grabbed some paper towels to clean himself off. “Oh my god this was a mistake!” she groaned with one hand against her forehead and the other planted on her hips.
“You damn right it was a mistake bitch!” He turned to see Anastasia standing there with a present in her hand and knew it was about to be some shit.
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Since Thanksgiving, Corey had been more determined than ever to get out of the hell hole that he’d called home for the past couple of months. Every day, someone was dragging someone new into the facility and each person seemed to be worse than the last. Corey was growing tired of hearing the screams of the fiends that would be coming down from their highs. It was starting to aggravate the fuck out of him and was beginning to fuck with him. So to keep his mind right, Corey exercised. No matter what time of day it was.
Besides steering clear of the junkies, Corey’s relationship with Larry seemed to be going better than expected. Over the short period of the time they’d known each other, he discovered that they had a few things in common in their personal and family lives. Whenever they would have a conversation pertaining to a personal matter, they kept the conversation limited and didn’t reveal any names. By the way that Larry talked, Corey knew that he was involved in the streets in one form or another. Corey figured if he remained patient, things would begin to unfold soon enough.
It was the middle of the week and Corey wanted to jump for joy when one of the nurses informed him that the group meeting was canceled for the day. With nothing on his schedule, he decided to chill and watch a few movies on Netflix. As he watched Friday, one of his favorite movies, the knock on the door caused his eyes to shift from his phone to the person interrupting his movie. When he saw that it was Deana, the aide, Corey gave her a small smile and sat up in his bed.
“Wassup with you?”
“Nothing much,” she blushed. “I’m about to run to the store to get something to eat and wanted to know if you wanted me to bring you back anything.”
“Deana, don’t take what I’m about to say to you the wrong way, but why do you always ask me do I need anything whenever you work?” Corey questioned.
The smile on her face seemed to vanish as her eyes shifted to the floor.
“I mean, I’m almost positive that you’ll get in trouble if someone caught you sneaking me food or anything else.”
“I know I’ve been offering to get you food since you’ve been in here and I’m sure that you already know this but…I’m attracted to you. I know you got wife and everything and I don’t want to mess that up. I just want to be useful to you in any way while you’re here,” she confessed.
Corey took a moment to let Deana’s words sink in and figure out if he wanted to use her to his advantage. Deana looked to be a few years younger than him, and although he only seen her in her uniform, Corey could tell that she was working with a bomb ass body. But fucking her wasn’t on his mind at all but using her to be his eyes and ears on the outside was what he really wanted her for. Since learning about all the shit that had been going on with his brothers, Corey needed to find out if all this shit was being done by one person or if the niggas that shot him were gunning for his family in his place. Whatever the situation was, Corey needed answers soon. Instead of having Deana start right away with gathering information, he figured he would start her off with a few easy assignments, give her a few compliments, and then toss her ass to the wolves.
