"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Do You Wanna Make Love To Me

"Favorite Book?"

"That's a hard one."

"If it's your favorite book than you shouldn't have to think that hard?" She giggled.

"Hush, woman! I'm thinking. It's a tie between two. I'm trying to think which one I like more."

Silence

Juice changed positions, laying flat on his back on his bed looking up at the ceiling. Her steady breathing on the other end of receiver told him she was awaiting the answer patiently. He smiled into the phone. "Okay, got it. The Perfect Circle by Sean Stewart and One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Two awesome book that I recommend you to read." He added.

"I liked how Marquez ended the book. It wasn't like 'and they lived happily ever after'."

A smile spread across Juice's mouth as shook his head "Yea! That's the same thing I was sayin' it wrapped up perfectly with the whole Babylonian translating the parchments."

Silence

"The book was so damn good that Oprah made it part of her official book club. How cool is that shit?"

"Jean, you watch Oprah?"

Juice laughed, of course that's the only thing she heard. She loved picking fun at him. "When I was younger, that's what me and abuela would watch together. It sort of became a habit."

"It's cute. You're such a sweetheart." He could sense her smiling.

"What about you?"

"Hhmm, since you were able to pick two can I?"

"Yeah, babe go head."

"Let's see, The Only Alien on the Planet has been my favorite book since I was a child. Then there is The Bluest Eyes Ever. Just beautifully written books."

These phone calls had been going on for since he had left his number in her phone after the night they spent together. He didn't expect her to call him. That was three months ago and they still hadn't seen each other. He was going insane from it. It was cool talking but it was another thing to actual sit next to Lonnie and just to be together.

* * *

Lonnie looked at her backside in the mirror, giving her booty a quick check to make sure the khaki shorts didn't ride up to show her ass. She pulled the white crop top shirt on; on top of that she put on a black plaid button up shirt and with a pair of socks and black sneakers she was ready to go.

Leroy plopped on her bed popping candy in his mouth as he checked messages on the phone. "Careful sis, you looking like your Flyy Girl."

Lonnie flipped him the bird before going to her jewelry box quickly putting on some hoops.

"What you and those lame bitches Sidney and Porscha going?" he asked causally.

Lonnie took her purse off the dresser and putting her hand on her hip turning back to her brother. "Do I call your friends bitches? Show me the same courtesy. You just mad anyway, that Sid didn't give it up to you." Leroy stifled a laugh "whateva, you trippin right now. Her and broke Porscha are two lames but I'll reframe from calling them bitches."

Lonnie smiled and leaned down kissing her brother on the cheek. "I'm not hanging with the girls. I'm going out on a date. Don't wait up!" she said leaving her bedroom before he could ask any questions.

* * *

Juice looked down at his watch as he looked around at the cleared parking lot. She wouldn't do this again? Stand him up…then again this was Lonnie. He wouldn't put it passed her. He felt arms circle his waist from behind and tensed up.

"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" Lonnie's voice said playfully.

He instantly relaxed and put his hands over hers. "A little of both. Where did you park?" He didn't want to break the skin contact but she was already pulling away. Juice's mouth gapped as he gave her the once over. "You look really pretty." He smiled.

She winked "thank you, I parked down the block. I figured meeting you at a skating rink at 11:00 at night on a Wednesday. Probably going to get in illegally."

Juice hooked his arm around her neck pulling her close "You're so smart, college girl." He said as they walked to the back entrance.

Juice had already jimmied the lock and pretty much knew where everything was. Juice had cut on the lights and even had set up the DJ booth to play music. He switched out the security cameras with a prerecording tape that was on a constant loop. He had thought about the skating rink from one of their late night talks she had said something vaguely about going skating every weekend when she was in middle school. Juice jumped over the counter to where rows and rows of skate lay in wait.

"What size pretty girl?" he asked looking over his shoulder.

Lonnie leaned her hands on the counter top "7 ½."

Juice quickly located the skates and then grabbed a pair for himself. This time he walked around the counter and followed her to a little bench.

He nudged her "it's good to finally see that face to that sassy ass voice. I was starting to forget what you looked like." Lonnie giggled tilting her head towards him "you didn't think I was gonna show up?" She said reading his face. He tied his laces "psst, whateva you knew you had to show up . You missed me. I aint have no doubts."

Lonnie frowned with a devilish smile on her lips "were you gonna show up at my house again? Or get on a computer and track me via satellite." She teased him. At that moment Juice wanted to kiss her.

"No!" he lied. Then he shrugged "possibly, stop acting like you know me. You know nothing about the Juice man!" He said poking out his chest.

Lonnie rolled her eyes standing and gliding backwards on the skates. "The day you become that cocky will be the day I stop talking to you." She skated towards him; leaning him back on the bench to the point she was laying on top of him. "Don't act like we haven't spoken every day for the past 3 months."

Juice put his hands on her hips as her silver necklace tickled his neck.

"Of course I showed up because I did miss you, Jean aka the Juice man." She smiled giving him a kiss. Her lips were so soft against his. Juice tried to deepen the kiss but Lonnie pulled out his grasp and headed towards the skating rink. "Come on, let's skate." She called over her shoulder as she hit the rink.

Juice sat for a moment watching her skate doing all these tricks. Lonnie called his name again and he shook his head. Time to yet again make an ass out of himself. He stood up so far so good. He could do this! It couldn't be that hard he figured from the way Lonnie was flying around the rink skating backwards. The wheels under his left foot slid a little too far which made his entire equilibrium go off slightly. The shrill of laughter from Lonnie didn't help as Juice glared at her as his flailing arms helped keep his balance. She got off the rink and steadies him.

"You brought me to a skating rink and you can't skate?" she asked as he started moving towards the rink.

"Well yea--" he was trying to focus on not falling because he knew she would laugh her ass off if he did. That was very evident. "You loved skating and I thought 'she hasn't done this in awhile' and I knew that you would love it."

They got on the rink; slow and steady they made it around the rink. Juice alternating on looking at his skates to her face as he spoke. "I was like fuck it, if she's like it so we're doing it. Cuz I feel like--" he left it off.

Lonnie was listening intently and squeezed his hand tighter "it's just me. Go head." She coaxed.

"I feel like I would do anything to make you happy." Juice spoke honestly and instantly regretted it. Girls didn't like nice guys. Girls liked jerks and him sharing like this. It felt like lifetime movie bullshit.

Lonnie glided in front of Juice stopping their skating. "Why are you so sweet on me?" she asked.

He shrugged "Cuz I know, you're worth the wait." Juice leaned in and kissed her. He tried to lean forward as her lips opened deepening the kiss which proved to be bad. He slid all over the place trying to keep his balance.

"Juice, you gotta relax." Lonnie said between laughter as she gripped his hands skating backwards.

After a couple of laps around Juice felt like he was getting it. He continued to watch Lonnie do all the tricks that he wouldn't ever attempt for fear of falling on his face or ass. In his mind he still thought it was worth it. Just the reaction from her, she couldn't stop smiling. Which replaced sly go fuck yourself smirk that she had worn on all three occasions Juice had seen her.

"I wish you would stop this!" Juice said as Lonnie skated circles around him getting increasable closer. Juice wished he had skated closer to the little walls so he could slam against that instead of the floor.

Lonnie took off the button down shirt balling it up and flinging it up to the outer rink out of their way. Juice forgot what he was doing for a second staring at her midriff; his feet sliding reminded him. "Lonnie! Stop it." He growled.

Lonnie ignored him "well skate faster than. You'll never get better going this slow. Even babies don't go this slow." She clucked her tongue gripping his hand propelling him passed her.

"LONNIE! Not cool." He said trying to keep his balance. Lonnie giggled catching up to him. "Aim to the center not the walls." She offered friendly advice.

Juice couldn't do that he wobbled and fell on his ass hard. He just laid there as his backside felt like it was on fire. He hated skating. It didn't help that Lonnie came to his aid with her face all puckered from trying not to laugh in his face.

"You okay?" she managed to ask in a low voice.

"Yea, jus need a minute."

"If it's any constellation I love it. I'm really enjoying myself." She offered perching her arm on his chest.

"Give me a kiss."

Lonnie raised an eyebrow "are you asking or telling me?"

"I'm telling you. Give me a kiss, Lonnie." Juice said. Lonnie leaned forward and kissed him. The kissing turned more intense as Juice sat up pulling Lonnie on his lap. Using two fingers he used a circular motion on her sex. Lonnie wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt his fingers unbutton the shorts.

Their foreheads touched as Lonnie moaned into his mouth, his fingers rubbing her clit. Juice broke the kiss taking off his cut and the blue SOA shirt he was wearing. His eyes searched hers for any signs that she wanted to stop. Lonnie pulled the shirt off her head and went to taking off the skates as Juice did the same. Lonnie stood up letting the shorts fall to her ankles before stepping out of them. Juice watched her in her black bra and army fatigue boy shorts. He stood up too and took out his gun sitting it inside his cut before taking off his jeans.

Lonnie slid across the rink floor in her white socks in Risky Business fashion. Juice caught her by the waist pulling her on the floor with him. He inhaled deeply. "The floor is cold." He smirked.

"What a baby you are?" Lonnie laughed.

"Am I your baby?" he asked wrapping his arms around her.

"Maybe." She said nibbling his lower lip.

"Maybe? I can live with maybe." He put her on her back; Lonnie spread her legs as he positioned himself between her legs. Lonnie was trapped underneath his body as he sucked on her neck; she arched her body into his.

Lonnie felt his probing fingers again teasing her as he finger fucked her. Lonnie pulled him tight against her "do I have beg?" she asked pushing his boxers down with hands as far as she could he did the rest. No sooner had she blinked he was pulling down her under ware.

"You're gonna get rug burn." His voice was heavy with lust as she felt his head at her entrance.

"I'll worry about that later." She whined.

Juice didn't think twice with one swift move he was inside of her. Lonnie bucked underneath him she wasn't ready for the size of him. Juice was adamant that he would fuck her until she screamed his name, so she would never want anyone except him.

Lonnie wrapped her legs tighter around his waist as he kissed her body keeping his pace. "Whose pussy is this?" he whispered as he nibbled her earlobe. "Yours." She breathed "Don't stop."

Juice lifted her right leg over her shoulder. "You have the best legs, ever." He said giving her leg a peck. Lonnie pulled Juice's chin towards her but he jerked his face back. He pushed into her again simulating her G-spot making her pant. Juice watched as she bit her lower lip screaming something incoherent as she came. Lonnie's body went slack as she tried to recover from what just happened. Juice was not done. "Stay with me, you got yours." He pulled her hand to clasp his dick. "I aint get mine yet."

She laughed stretching out her body "I'm going to be sore for at least 3 days." Juice loomed over her stretch out form, prying her legs opening gentle with his knee again. He entered her slowly; her hands on his hips urged him to go faster. "That's the plan."

Lonnie did scream his name and Juice bit down deep in her shoulder to not scream her name.

"Don't go home tonight. Come home with me." Juice said as he closed her car door. Lonnie thought about it for a minute. "Come on, Lonnie. Nothin is going to happen as long as you're with me." He tried to persuade her. Juice didn't want this night to end; he wanted to have her next to him when he woke up in the morning.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Juice echoed not hiding the excitement.

She smiled "I'll follow you."

Juice leaned in through the window and kissed her "alright." He did a light jog to his bike.

All the way there Lonnie tired to stop without success to stop from smiling. She couldn't help but like him but falling from him. That would be bad. She wasn't thinking...it had already gone too far especially after tonight. Juice pointed where she needed to park before backing his motorcycle in line with the row of bikes that lined the yard of Teller-Morrow Garage.

"It looks like you missed a party." Lonnie said as she looked around the clubhouse. There were scantily clad women and biker types scattered on an array of couches, tables and bar tops sleeping off the massive amounts of alcohol.

Juice grinned pulling her through the quiet chaos; she stepped over beer bottles as she followed along. They passed a wall that held what looked like mug shots of everyone including Juice.

"Don't move, k?" he said opening and closing his dorm room. Lonnie nodded and leaned on the wall waiting.

Juice cursed himself for not thinking. His room was trashed. He didn't think she would say yes but she did and now he had to try to fix the place in a hurry. He threw the beer bottles and cans into the garbage bag, picked up the dirty clothes chucking them in the closet. Smoothed out the comforter and hid the dirty magazines underneath the bed. He opened the door to her sliding her phone back in her pocket. He figured she was leaving her brother a message.

Lonnie walked pass him as he closed and locked the door behind her. She took a look around his room to the wall next to his door and grinned. "Very nice, but you don't have any women of color up there." She frowned at the pin up girls.

Juice pinned her against the door "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too" it was honest she thought she would feel nervous even ashamed to be her in another gang's club house but she didn't. She was Jean, the guy she was really diggin. The guy that made her laugh and talked on the phone for hours about everything without getting bored.

Juice kissed the top of her head absently as her body molded to his. Arms around his waist, legs tangled. He listened to her slow steady breathing as he stroked her hair. He wanted to keep her. The question was would she let him keep her?