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  All I Want is That Hood Love

  By: Mercedes G.

  Copyright 2014, 2015 by Mercedes G

  Published by Shan Presents

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.

  No portion of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without writer permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my loving grandmother Silver Rose Garrett. Life isn’t the same without you. I know you are so proud of me, and my accomplishments right now. You held me high on a pedestal while you were alive and I will continue to make you proud!

  Silver Rose Garrett

  July 9, 1941- July 21, 2012

  Acknowledgements

  First and foremost I would like to give praise and thank the Man above for all that He has done for me and blessing me with this talent to become a published author. He has never failed me and I vow to worship Him for eternity.

  To my beautiful 2-year-old daughter, “Jahzara” my princess, I never knew the meaning of true love until I met you. From the day you were born, you’ve changed my life tremendously. Not only are you my motivation, but you are my determination as well. You are the reason I go so hard! Mommy loves you beautiful!

  To my little brothers De’Mario and Amari I have never met any toddlers as bad as y’all two! The world ain’t ready for them Huff Boys!!! Lol But I love y’all to death! I am my brother’s keeper!

  To my parents Sylvia and Kemario Huff y’all are some excellent babysitters!!! Lol But for real! The two of you have been helping me since forever! There is no way that I can pay you guys back but I will die trying! I love yall!

  My grandfather “Lynn Garrett Sr.” you are the most trillest, and realest grandfather that anyone can have. Anytime I need something you are always there. You will give your last to make sure I’m straight without hesitation.

  To my Uncle Wayne you have been my bodyguard since day 1. If I ever had a problem you was only one call away! Lol Love ya.

  My Uncle Lynn Words can’t express how much I miss and love you. I can’t wait for you to touchdown. We gon turn up!!!! Been gone way too long!!!

  To my day one squad Melissa Knighton, Devinee Scott, Brittany Belcher, Cortney Sands, Gerrick “Monty” Banks, and Gabriell Fairbanks. I have a special bond with each one of you, each bond is different, but each bond is genuine! I love y’all to the fullest!!!

  To my publisher SHAN, I can’t thank you enough for making my dream a reality. I am more than honored to be a part of the team…SHAN PRESENTS! You produce nothing but the best Authors. I’m glad you saw the potential in me! You were patient with me and I love you for that! #ShanPresents #TBRS

  To the ladies of SHAN PRESENTS! My pen sisters! Y’all welcomed me with open arms. You guys have definitely become my extended family! I have much love for y’all. The game is ours!!!

  To my city! My hometown! “CUTHBERT, GEORGIA” I TOLD YALL IT WAS COMING!!! THE WAIT IS OVER!!! This is only the beginning!

  Last but not least! To the Readers, Fans, and Supporters!!! You guys are greatly appreciated!! This means so much to me. This is my first book and I promise to give yall nothing but the best each and every time. Hope yall Enjoy.

  Yours Truly,

  Mercedes G. -The Authoress

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  PROLOGUE

  NATAYSIA

  “NaTaysia! Get up and help me find my shit ya lil bitch!” I felt the covers being snatched from over me. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced over at the clock to see that it was 6:00 in the morning. I didn’t normally get up until about 6:35 to get ready for school. I was thirty-eight hot about that thirty-five minutes I was about to lose because of my rude crack head ass mama.

  She stayed losing her damn crack pipes. I didn’t see how, when she had at least a dozen of them bitches lying around all over the house. Sometimes I felt as if she just wanted to fuck with me for the hell of it. She never bothered me unless I was sleeping, relaxing, or in my zone. If she wasn’t my mama; I would knock her ass out! Thank God, I would be graduating from high school next Friday. I couldn’t wait to get the fuck away from here. Even if I didn’t want to go to college I would’ve went just to get away from her selfish ass. All she thought about was herself.

  “I ain’t seen yo shit, Ma! Damn!” I cursed back at her ass as I got up from the bed. I knew it was wrong, but I respected her enough to not beat her ass so cussing at her was the next best thing to an ass whooping.

  “Who the fuck you cussing at? Grown ass! I’ll be glad when you graduate and get up out my shit!

  “Shiid, I will too!” I mumbled under my breath and made my way to the living room to search for her addiction.

  “You said sumthin?” she asked as she turned around to follow me to the living room.

  “Nah!” I was now aggravated as hell.

  I became even more pissed when I stuck my hand under the couch and felt her crack pipe sitting right there on the edge of the damn chair. Bitch didn’t even look for the shit! I thought as I stood up and handed it to her. I walked back to my room leaving her to do what she did best. I thought about getting back in bed to finish what she had rudely interrupted, but I knew that once I laid my black ass down there was a hundred percent chance that I would oversleep. I didn’t want to miss my last day of high school, so I decided to stay up and find something to wear to school today. It was the last day for the seniors because we got out one week earlier than the underclassmen.

  “Kira! Get up!” I knocked on Shakira’s room door. I swear this girl slept as if she was in a coma or some shit. Five minutes had passed before she opened the door.

  “Damn Tay! Do you gotta bang on the door that hard?” Kira said as she went to her closet to find something to wear for school. Shakira was my best friend. Well, technically she’s my adopted sister since my mom Debra gained custody of her back when we were about 9 years old. She and I had been friends since we were damn near in baby diapers.

  She used to live next door to me with her mom Angie and her stepdad Mr. Joe. Some foul shit went down and Shakira became state property. We talked my mama into taking her in and she agreed. Debra didn’t harass Shakira the way she did me. Majority of the time she acted as if Shakira wasn’t even in the house. Hell, if I had some money, I would’ve paid for her to act like that with me.

  “Wake up hoe before we be late for school!” I walked out of Kira’s room and to the kitchen. I fixed myself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I guess Debra decided to do her dirty laundry in her room this morning, because she wasn’t in the living room anymore.

  Forty-five minutes later, Kira and I were out the door heading to the bus stop.

  “Dang Tay! I can’t believe this is our last day of high-school!”

  “I can’t either bitch! I’m so ready to touchdown at Albany State University!!”

  “Oh yeah! Speaking of Albany State…I got something to show you.” Kira unzipped her book bag and pulled out an envelope from Albany State University with her name on it.

  “Oh, my God! Kira...why you ain’t
opened it yet? And how long have you had this?” I asked, because the envelope didn’t look new to me.

  “I don’t know, scared I guess. I’ve had it for about 2 months. Here, I want you to open it for me.” She handed me the envelope.

  “Really, Kira? You’ve had this for 2 months and didn’t tell me about it? Some sister you are!” I commented as I opened the envelope and began reading the letter.

  “Damn, Tay, you read too fuckin slow! What does it say?” Kira was becoming agitated.

  “Well…you, Shakira Mitchell, are officially an ASU Ram!!” I said and we both started hugging and screaming as the bus pulled up to take us to school.

  Elated would be an understatement of how good it felt to know that Kira would be joining me at Albany State. I couldn’t fathom being without her. She wanted to become a high-school teacher and I wanted to be a Registered Nurse. It was amazing how time flies.

  That was six years ago.

  CHAPTER 1

  NATAYSIA

  “Oh, my God!.....Yasss!” I moaned as JaMel’s tongue ran laps around my throbbing kitty. JaMel’s head game was like a lethal weapon and he was using it to torture the hell out of my pussy. Both of my short, thick legs were cocked and spread apart the farthest that they could go giving him full access to my tunnel. My head went back as my back arched and I panted fiercely. The feeling was so incredible that I gripped the satin sheets with my fingers.

  “Damn, Tay,….you taste good!” he groaned as he continued to feast as if he had not eaten in days. The way that JaMel’s tongue devoured my sweetness sent chills through my body. I felt as if I was about to collapse. He was so gentle yet so damn powerful. He was taking me to heights that I had never reached before a day in my life. Each time felt different and better than the last. Personally, I didn’t believe that there was another man in this world that could compete with my husband.

  “Ahhh!! Shit! I love you so fuckin much, Mel!” My body flinched and I became tense as I felt a nut building up inside of my stomach.

  “I love you more, Taysia!” His tongue tap danced swiftly on my nub and my legs began to shake viciously.

  “Oooh….shit!! I’m bout to cum!! Right there!” I placed my hand on top of his head and began grinding my hips corresponding to the motion of his hurricane.

  “Mmmmm!!” Jamel groaned as he licked and slurped up all of my juices. From the sounds of his moans, I was convinced that I was the best meal he had ever tasted.

  “Aaaahhh!!! Shit boy!!” I gasped as my body jerked and released the last bit of cream I had left. I could feel it oozing out as it trickled down the crack of my ass.

  JaMel jumped up and started smiling. He knew his head game was something serious. It was like magic and my weak ass had disappeared. I couldn’t even move, but I miraculously jumped up when I saw him heading towards the bathroom.

  “Uh uh!! Nigga, where you think you going?” I sat up in bed looking like a lost child.

  “I’m about to jump in the shower real quick. I gotta meet Jay at the club in a few to handle some business.” He took off his shirt and threw it in the hamper. The muscles in his back were sexy and visible from every angle.

  “Really, JaMel? You just gon’ leave without giving me the dick?” I was slick begging.

  “Bae you know what the doctor said a’ight! No sex until you at least hit your third trimester. You only 12 weeks and this stage is real critical for you according to the last 3 pregnancies. I don’t know about you, but I ain’t tryna put my shorty at risk!” he said in a serious tone.

  “Ugggghhh!!!!” I screamed and turned over in the bed so that my back was facing him. JaMel came over and tried to plant a few playful kisses on my cheek, but I wasn’t feeling it, so I pushed him back.

  “Calm down bae…damn. Don’t be like that. I know this dick good and all, but you don’t have long. Just be patient!” he boasted.

  “Whatever nigga! Well can I at least get in the shower with you.”

  “Damn right you can!” He picked me up off the bed and carried me into the bathroom.

  Oh, by the way….I’m Nataysia, but everybody calls me Tay or Taysia. I’m what society would refer to as a “bad bitch,” from the projects, but in all honesty I was way more than that. I considered myself a beautiful, strong-minded, loving and caring wife. I was classy, but I knew how to get down with the best of’em. So don’t test me. Cuthbert, Ga was where I was born and raised. I grew up in the Projects on Andrew Street.

  I graduated from Albany State University’s School of Nursing back in 2012. Yep, that’s right yo girl is a Registered Nurse. I started off working in a hospital setting, but quickly changed to another area because my attitude just didn’t mix well with others. It was best that I didn’t have coworkers and shit, because the way that my mouth was set up, you would get cussed the fuck out and I would be out of a job. Working at the hospital showed me just how uppity some Nurses could be and I couldn’t deal with that shit because my mouth was too flip; so the best thing for me to do was to eliminate myself from those types of situations and just ride solo, which led me to working as a Home Healthcare Nurse.

  Every woman in the world was probably somewhere dying to have a life like myself. After all the bullshit I’d seen most females go through in their life financially and with men, I thought it was safe to say that I had been blessed. I’d been blessed to have a job that allowed me to take care of myself and still have money left over afterwards to play with. I had been blessed to have a man who was faithful and grinded hard to provide for his family and take care of his responsibilities as a man. My man was honest and the most ambitious person you could ever meet. Not only was he strong mentally and physically but he was respectful and devoted to me and me only…..NATAYSIA TAYLOR.

  Six years ago at the tender age of 18 was when I met my handsome ass, fine ass husband JaMel Taylor. I was a freshman at Albany State University majoring in Nursing and he was a senior majoring in business. We ended up taking a few elective classes together and the next thing you know, we were madly in love with each other. The love I felt for JaMel was indescribable. I had never met a nigga to have me on cloud 9 every single day as if it was my last.

  He was the only man I knew and the only man I wanted to know for that matter. He was my first everything. When I say everything y’all I am not exaggerating. He was my first real love, first real kiss, and he were the first to pop my cherry; so y’all know my feelings for this nigga ran deep.

  The bathroom was filled with steam. JaMel helped me remove my clothes piece by piece. I stepped inside of the steaming hot shower first and he was right behind me. I thought about giving him some head in the shower, but he had me pissed right now that I couldn’t even function. Unfortunately, he was right though. I had been pregnant 3 times within the past 6 years of our relationship and never made it past the first trimester.

  According to Dr. Durairaj at Women’s Health Professionals, I had been flawed with an incompetent cervix, which meant that my cervix was softer and weaker than the normal cervix. As my baby grew it placed pressure on my cervix, which has caused me to miscarry before carrying to term in the past.

  It hurt me to my heart knowing that I wasn’t capable of giving my husband any children. He wanted kids bad and so did I. In the past, I would be excited about being pregnant, but due to the last 3 miscarriages, I just really didn’t have any faith at this point. Lord knows, I really wanted this baby but right now all I could do was hope for the best, and prepare for the worst! I was grateful that JaMel understood my situation and didn’t look at me any differently; that only made me love him even more. Any other nigga would’ve been ready to beat down my walls, high risk and all.

  Our shower lasted about twenty minutes. JaMel told me to stay in the shower while he go and get me a towel. When he came back, he wrapped the pleasantly warm towel around my dripping wet body. The heat from the towel felt so damn good. This nigga had put my towel in the dryer so that it could be warm and relaxing to my body once I stepped out of
the shower. What nigga you know do shit like that? It was the small things that drove me crazy about him. The same shit he did to get me was the same things he was doing to keep me. Shit like that made him more attractive to me.

  “Thanks babe!” I stood on my tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips.

  “Anything for you sweetheart.” He winked and continued to dry himself off.

  I was mesmerized as I watched him get dressed. JaMel was the younger version of Christian Keyes. His eyes were honey brown though, plus he looked much better. Christian Keyes was a handsome motherfucker so just imagine how good my husband looked. He was about 6’0 even weighing about 180 with majority of it being made up with muscle. The gym was one of his best friends so his body was ripped up in all the right places.

  He threw on a pair of Levi jeans with his Ralph Lauren Boots. He sprayed on his Tom Ford Sahara Noir Cologne and my pussy instantly got wet all over again. I was pregnant and horny. JaMel had me fuckastrated! (Sexually frustrated) It was bad enough he was looking good and shit wearing my favorite cologne. I was slick lusting over my husband as if we had just met.

  He grabbed his brown Trukfit Pioneer Mesh T-shirt out of the closet and pulled it down over his head. I smiled while watching him check himself out in the mirror that was hanging on the wall of our walk in closet. Damn this muthafucka look good! I thought to myself. It was no other nigga that could compare to mine. My husband was thetruth.com.

  “I’m gonna go chill with Kira for a little while until you get back home. I refuse to sit up in this house all day stuffing my face!” I said breaking the silence. I had been eating like a horse since becoming pregnant. I was fucking up shit that I didn’t normally eat.

  “That’s cool. I’m a hit you up when I’m on my way home. Take care of my shorty, Taysia! Don’t be doing all that extra shit because I know how you and Kira are when y’all get together.” He shook his head. I couldn’t help but laugh because he knew us like a book.