The rest of the day was annoying for Josiah.

After the barely hidden disappointment from the group leader, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

When he finally made it home that evening, he was in the process of doing that when Hassan, his younger brother, walked into their room, talking loudly.

"I told you I wasn't texting that fuckin' girl!" He yelled with the phone to his ear, "I don't even know who she is!"

Josiah sighed loudly, hinting that he wanted him to either stop talking so loud, or get out. When that didn't work, he rolled over, "Aye you gotta gone somewhere with that shit."

Hassan and his girlfriend argued damn near everyday. Not a full 3 days went by that they didn't have some type of argument.

Not paying him any attention, Hassan continued to try to convince the girl he wasn't lying.

Josiah and Hassan were close, though they were 7 years apart. When Josiah was in prison, Hassan wrote him a letter everyday, timing it so that he would have a letter to read each day that he was there.

Hassan looked up to his older brother, which bothered Josiah since he didn't have shit. A barely employed felon who still stayed in his mama's house, sharing a room with his teenage brother.

Their door opened then and their mom, Lia, poked her head in, "I know I don't hear anybody in here cursing." She said while her eyes flitted between the two of them accusingly.

"That's Jo." Hassan lied, "I told him 'bout all that cursing ma but you know these young niggas don't like to listen."

Lia shook her head while her sons laughed, "I hope Pastor James gives a sermon on disrespectful children tonight 'cause both of y'all need to hear it."

Silence radiated through the room as both of them waited for the lecture that was to come about not going to Church more often.

Hassan would tolerate going on Sundays, but two times a week just cut into his time of doing... nothing.

Josiah's reasoning for not going was simple: He didn't believe there was a God.

Yet his mama tried every week to get him to go, to which he refused. Lia was fairly religious, hence the meaning behind he and his siblings names, Josiah, Neriah, and Hassan all being Biblical names.

Once she picked up on the silence, Lia shook her head, "It's never too late to get right with God but you're wasting time Josiah."

It irritated him how she only singled him out when Hassan wasn't tryna' go either, "I hear you ma."

"You can lose your life tomorrow and you'll wish you hadda' listened to me."

Lia was prepared to go on another one of her rants when Hassan interrupted her, "Let's go to the Rec. They down there playing for money."

"Shi-shoot all I got is 'bout $50 left. I got that lady with the kids a room for 3 nights so I'm broke forreal."

Hassan reached in his pocket, pulling out 2 twenties, "That's $90 bro."

With a shrug, Josiah sat up and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts, "If we lose you gotta square up."

"Don't speak that into existence. Ain't nobody seeing us out there no way."

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Josiah spit on the ground before wiping the sweat from his forehead and waiting to see if Hassan was going to be able to get around the much larger dude who was guarding him.

The whole game he had been fouling Hassan, and Josiah really wanted to fight at this point, but Hassan continuously told him everything was cool.

It wouldn't be good for him if somebody called the police anyway since he was still on probation.

Luckily for them, Hassan pulled back, dribbling the ball between his legs and shooting a three that went through the net without touching either the backboard or rim.

"Game." He declared, while walking towards the person who was holding the money for them.

"Run it back."

"Hell nah." Josiah protested, "It's hot as fuck out here. I'm tryna' go home."

The guy who asked for a rematch was actually just mad that he'd lost his money, and wanted a chance to win it back, "Y'all lame as hell for that shit. Just say you scared to play again."

Josiah didn't care about him being mad, reaching for his shirt that was soaked in sweat and throwing it over his shoulder, "Yeah all that. Hassan you ready?"

Hassan looked between his brother and the guy, "Damn you ain't got one more game Jo?"

"What I just say?"

He sucked his teeth, searching for somebody else to play with, "Malik you tryna' play?"

"Nigga I'm almost 24. You gotta tell me at least 3-5 business days before. My knees bad."

"Play one-on-one." The guy who had guarded Hassan during the game suggested.

"Nah." Josiah spoke up, "'Cause I'll be done beatcho' ass for trying my lil brother."

Though he could fight, he hadn't fought anyone since a couple of years ago when he had a fight with Hassan and Neriah's dad.

Only one way to see if he still had it.

"Chill." The other guy replied, trying to calm the situation, "It ain't even like that."

Josiah held his gaze before turning to his brother, "Let's go."

As they walked down the street towards the car, Hassan shook his head, "You be on some extra shit. I think you need some pussy."

Malik laughed, "You ain't fuck that girl last night?"

"What girl?"

"I think she was a prostitute. Bro had me waiting outside for like an hour."

The memories of last night came flooding back to him, the image of him sliding in and out of Grace as she lie on the table, taking almost every inch of dick he had.

Grace's moans grew louder and Josiah reached to cover her mouth, hoping no one had heard her.

She tried to say something, but he ignored her, angling himself so that he was all the way in, his pelvis touching hers.

"Wait." Grace gasped sitting up, "Wait."

"Ain't this what you wanted?" He muttered while slowing his strokes to almost a complete stop, "I thought you wanted this dick."

Josiah barely had any control left. He wanted to keep fucking her until she came everywhere, drenching his dick in her nut.

Grace tried to catch her breath, "God, I do."

"Then take it. You wanted me to fuck you like this right?" He asked, while switching back to a faster pace, "I'm giving you want you wanted."

Yeah before I knew you had all of that to give, Grace thought as she bit her lip.

Josiah was getting lost in the sensations, wondering how he'd even managed to last this long.

Her pussy was gripping him in the best way possible, and the noise he heard every time he pushed back into her only served as another way to tell him how wet she was.

But he'd be damned if he ever came before a woman.

Grace was close anyway, the slight moans he was letting out letting her know that he was enjoying her.

"Fuck." Josiah whispered, looking at the condom and wishing he were fucking her raw. His mind wouldn't even fathom the pleasure of how her flesh would feel on him.

When he saw one of her nipples come free of the dress they hadn't bothered to take off, he pulled it in between his teeth, feeling her buck against him.

He pinned her hips down then, finally doing what he wanted to do since he saw her tonight.

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