My Savage and His Side Chick

By B. Love

“This way of life is a craft to me, an atlas and roadmap—a destiny
The soliciting synopsis for my story—and she, the publisher of my problems
Hanging, slanging and banging, but my first love is never changing
My hemisphere, she whispers in my ear, “You’ll always be mine”
I realize with my real eye that this is divine—and maybe I am walking a thin line
Blind and inclined—smothered by this materialistic reality that has captured me
The streets, she has summoned me—this is what it has come to be
Thug life, street life—me and my wife
And to my woman, you harass me and nag me
Saying the side chick is always on my mind
And yes, she’s with me and I’m with her—we’re together on the grind.”

For men like Javaris and Amari, they have vowed to give the streets their all, making the women who desire a place in their hearts options instead of priorities. Sisters Catalina and Kaia want nothing more than to be the main women of these eligible savages, but they soon realize that other women aren’t their only competition – the street life is too. In the “My Savage and his Side Chick” two-part series loyalties are tried, forbidden bonds and souls are tied, and love and lives are put on the line. Will Javaris and Amari come out victorious in the end, or will they learn the hard way that the game isn’t played fair… and the streets always win?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leo Sullivan Presents
• Release date: Mar 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9781946789945

B. Love

Voted AAMBC's 2018 Romance author of the year, Master storyteller B. Love is the unparalleled self-love teacher. As the powerhouse for modern-day womanhood, she pens contagious content that encourages readers to internalize admiration and intimacy. She allows her most powerful vessel to guide her stories, wholly. Since age 12, Love has been spreading self-awareness, care, and appreciation. For over six years, Love has authored over 40 publications centered around heart-piercing, reverence-worthy romance. Her novels not only entertain but challenge the audience to explore love. With a keen eye for passion, desire and dynamism she includes heuristic methods in her beautifully curated accounts of life.

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Chapter One

Kaia

He pressed my back against the wall with gentle force, not even caring to close the door behind him. That, that uncaring, uncontrollable part of his character… that savage part of him that didn’t give a fuck… that was the reason I was in this position now. It turned me on so much I couldn’t think straight at times. Which I’m sure Javaris liked, because if I was thinking straight, I’d be telling him to get the hell out of my house.

Reaching across his back, I pushed at the door until it closed, squealing as he tugged my jeans and panties down. This wasn’t the first time Javaris tried to use sex as an apology, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. We were supposed to go out last night for date night. I hadn’t heard from him for a full twenty-four hours. It would be putting it mildly to say that I was worried sick. And the first thing his ass does when he pops up is start stripping me at my door.

Move, Javaris, I ordered with as much strength in my voice as I could muster.

All he did was look up at me and smile before returning his attention to the task at hand. Javaris yanked my jeans and panties from around my left ankle, then the right.

Javaris…

You want me to beg? He paused momentarily and gave me his full attention. You want me to beg for this pussy, Kiy? Big, strong hands squeezed my ass as Javaris leaned closer to my center. I’ll beg if I have to.

But he wouldn’t have to.

And he knew that.

But he should.

I made this shit way too easy for him.

Javaris placed my left leg on his shoulder the second I tried to push him away, pinning me back against the wall.

I’m mad at you. Move.

Let me make you feel better, he offered before swiping his tongue against my clit, and the second he did my resolve began to fade away. His tongue circled my clit a few times, then he sucked it into his mouth. The second I gripped his shoulders Javaris released me and placed delicate kisses around the lips of my pussy.

Tease.

His kisses trailed out, moving towards my thigh. Javaris may have been a horrible boyfriend, but he was a damn good lover. And his cocky ass knew that, too. My hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and I used it to guide his face back to my pussy. With a chuckle, Javaris continued to show my clit the attention it deserved. The hard, slow licks he blessed me with had my body relaxing against the wall as my eyes closed.

You still mad? The length of his tongue slid between my folds before the tip focused in on my most sensitive part. Hmm?

Pulling my hips off the wall, Javaris dipped his tongue inside of me before swirling his tongue against my opening slowly. He did that until it brought me to the hilt of my orgasm. Javaris pulled away, causing me to open my eyes and stare down at him.

Are you still mad, Kaia?

No. Eat, baby.

And he did. Javaris ate until my nectar was pouring onto him and down my legs. He ate until my legs were locking up and going limp. He ate until I was begging him to stop. When he did stop, Javaris lifted me into the air and wrapped my legs around him, carrying me down the hall and into the living room.

In that moment, I didn’t give a damn if my sister walked in on us or not. He’d riled me up to the point where I needed the dick, and I didn’t want anything or anyone to stand in the way of me getting it.

Javaris placed me on the edge of the couch. My frustration grew at the sight of him getting on his knees. Foreplay was over, and, I need to feel you, Javaris.

In a minute.

There was no need for me to argue with him. Javaris was a good lover, but he was a controlling one too. The second he stretched my legs as wide as they could go, I surrendered to the fact that I was at his mercy. His finger entered me as his tongue returned to my already sensitive clit. We’d been at this long enough for him to know my body and what it took to make me cum – effortlessly. Not much time had passed before my legs were wrapping around his neck as my toes curled. With my orgasm drawing near, Javaris added a second finger and bent them both, massaging the ridges of my G-spot with each stroke.

I grabbed my legs and pulled them back as my body locked up. My back arched as my eyes sealed shut. Mouth open, panting, I jerked against him as I came. Javaris removed his fingers when the pulsing of my walls ceased, but his mouth remained locked on me until I pushed him away.

Standing, Javaris grabbed my left leg and used it to turn me around. Positioning me against the arm rest of the couch, he arched my back the way he liked. Looking back, I watched him pull the gold wrapper from his pocket. I watched and waited for the other two to fall, because he always carried three when he came to see me, but they never did. Trying not to overthink the situation, I turned back around and inhaled deeply as I waited for us to become one.

Spreading my ass cheeks, Javaris slid into me with one swift, long stroke. The kind of stroke that had me moaning and trying to get away. But he didn’t let me. His hands went to my waist, and he used it to keep me secure.

This where I belong, he muttered so low it was as if he didn’t even want me to hear.

Methodically precise strokes filled me. They weren’t too fast, but they most certainly weren’t slow. Or soft. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Javaris didn’t have a romantic, love making bone in his body.

We fucked.

Period.

And although he made sure I came every time, for once I wished we could kiss and make love and be in tune with our feelings while we were connected.

Slow down, Javi, I requested through my moan, trying to grip his thigh from behind.

Ignoring me, he grabbed both of my hands and pulled my arms backwards, drilling into me even faster and harder. In no time, the sound of our bodies smacking against each other combined with my heavy breathing and whimpering to fill the room. The sound of curses seeping from my lips only made him go harder, and before I knew it, I was convulsing against him. Javaris came shortly after before releasing me and letting me fall into the couch.

I laid there. Spent. Fighting to catch my breath as he walked away. Just that fast, my heart and my body were alone again. He’d left just as quickly as he’d came. As he’d cum. But I convinced myself not to overthink that too as I stood on wobbly legs. With sideways steps, I made my way down the hall to my bathroom. The door was locked, which meant he wanted his space. Sighing, I made my way to my sister’s room to clean up in her bathroom.

After cutting the shower on, I sat on the toilet and wiped the remnants of my nectar from my opening. When I was done, I forced myself to pee, then wiped and stood. Unable to look at myself in the mirror, because I was sure disappointment would look back, I grabbed a few clips and a bonnet from her closet and pinned my hair up. By the time I’d made it into the shower and lathered my body with soap the door was opening.

I’m finna go, Kiy. Javaris opened the door wide enough for me to see him, but he didn’t come in.

Pulling the shower curtain back I asked, Why? You just got here.

I got somewhere else to be. I’ll hit you up later.

My eyes rolled as I snatched the curtain back and grumbled under my breath. He made his way over to the shower and pulled the curtain back to look at me.

You got some to say, Kaia?

Didn’t matter if I did. Nothing I said would keep him here. It never did.

What was the point of you coming if you couldn’t stay for at least an hour? Just to fuck?

His head shook, and he released a heavy exhale.

You’re so ungrateful. At least I came by to see you before making my moves. Why can’t you appreciate that?

My stance softened and so did my eyes. I took a step towards him, feeling bad for not appreciating the gesture he’d made to come and see me.

I do appreciate that, but I want to spend some time with you, baby. Plus, I’m bored.

It’s not my job to entertain you. Go out with your sister. I’ll call you later.

Javaris closed the curtain and walked away, making me feel like shit. I kept telling myself that I deserved better when he acted this way, but he didn’t always act this way. It would always be something in every relationship, and I knew what I’d signed up for when I started messing with Javaris. A part of me hoped he’d make me more of a priority when things started changing between us but that had yet to happen.

I felt like I’d been playing side chick to the streets ever since we met, but what else was I supposed to do? This was the life I signed up for when I started dating Javaris Green. And the thought of it always being this way had my cheeks covering with tears as I stepped under the showerhead.

Chapter Two

Catalina

T his shit was a waste of my time, I grumbled, snatching all of my grocery bags from the back seat of my car. And I had to put on heels? My voice escalated and dragged as I placed emphasis on heels . The longer I thought about it the more irritated I became. Bumping the door closed with my hip, I walked as quickly as I could towards the front door of my apartment.

It didn’t help the situation that all of the parking spaces in front of me and my sisters’ apartment were taken. It was pure hell trying to get a decent parking space, and I couldn’t wait until we were able to move. That was partly why I’d dressed up to go on this stupid interview. Our parents were leaving the house to us when my dad retired and they started traveling the world, but we would have to pay the mortgage, insurance, and a host of other adult bills that we didn’t have to think about while in our apartment.

I started to ask them to take care of the bills for us for a little while, but they’d already done so much for us. Their bond was one I hoped to experience in my life. After getting married, they devoted ten whole years to enjoying themselves and their love. They didn’t settle down and have me until my mom was forty. Once they did have us, my mom took off work to focus solely on us. She didn’t start working again until my younger sister, Kaia, was sixteen.

Now that we both were fairly established and semi getting the hang of this thing called life, they decided to shift their focus back on themselves and enjoy the rest of their days traveling like they’d been wanting to do for years. Between my sister and I, I was more of the tomboy and Kaia was definitely the girly girl. I didn’t have not one pair of heels to my name, so I had to wear hers. And the fact that they were five inches and a