“Try a piece of this new Slippery When Wet cake,” Nick popped the piece into the customer’s mouth. He looked silly wearing a grey and pink apron that said REAL MEN BAKE COOKIES- MUFFUNS’ BAKERY- standing there all masculine and big. The thirsty hoe moaned and closed her eyes, savoring the taste. Now I know my bestie Muffins makes the best cakes, but this bitch was being extra. “You want another?”

“Mhmm.”

“That’ll be thirty dollars including tax for touching my muscles.” The woman turned red in the face but pulled out some bills and payed for the cake shamefully. My girl’s husband be hustling these thirty tricks. After the woman left, Nick’s green eyes met mine and gave me a friendly smile. “Hey beautiful lady,” he leaned against the glass, “What treat can I get for you? How about some ice cream to cool off that-

“Nick, shut up,” Muffins said popping out from the back of the bakery. “Hey girl! What brings you hear? I thought you’d be on your way to that fancy job.”

“My boss wants a chocolate muffin.”

“Oh okay,” she said and darted a quick uneasy look over a shoulder at Nick as he prepared my boss’s muffin. “I need to talk to you outside.” She moved from around the counter and dragged my ass out to the front of store. “I’m pregnant,” she announced but didn’t look happy about it, so I held off on the congrats.

“You want to end the pregnancy?” I asked carefully holding my breath.

Muffins sighed looking weary. She swiped a hand across her brow. “No, but you know Nick’s white ass is constantly in and out of jail. He lost his other job as a stripper for beating up his colleague. I gave him a job at the bakery to keep an eye on him, so he won’t get into trouble. It’s gotten so bad I’m literally friends with his probation officer! I can’t keep doing this, Sub. We’re about to have a baby. I can’t be his mama, his lover, and his financial advisor at the same time. I just don’t think Nick will fit into the father role. He’s irresponsible, immature, and dumb as hell sometimes- can’t even handle his own money.” To be honest lots of people can’t handle their own money. “I got to make sure he helps pay the bills on time. The only place he’s competent at is in between my legs!”

“Um…” Ooooh this was a tough one. “Listen baby girl, it’s clear you have a lot invested into this man. I’d say give him a chance. You never know, this baby may completely change him.” Or not, is what I didn’t say.

“What if- what if the baby doesn’t,” she burst into tears.

“Hey- hey little mama, it’s gonna be okay.” I wiped her tears. “It’s just the baby hormones talking. If push does come to the shove you know I’ll help you in any way I can.” She cried harder and I wrapped her into one of my world class hugs. Honestly, she needed to be communicating this to him- not to me. This is where lots of women go wrong in their relationships. If he doesn’t want to listen… well that’s a different story but I see Nick IS trying, you have to give him credit for that. And I know without a doubt he loves Muffins. “Now chin up, baby girl. You came from a long line of strong women.”

We walked back into the bakery. I froze as I seen the two large mountains of muscles and tattoos. They were facing the cash register. “Nice apron,” one twin said to Nick. That rich Scottish brogue was unmistakable. I remember Tank was the one with the accent.

I tried to duck out of the bakery store stealthily, but Muffins grabbed me. “Un uh, hold up. Is that them?” At the sound of her loud ass voice the men turned.

I straightened my suit trying to aim for sexy and sophisticated. “Oh, hi boys. I didn’t notice you there.” I put on my proper tone.

“Why you always lyin? You was tryna jet outta here faster than Usain Bolt.”

“Shut up,” I whispered, between a smile.

“You look lovely today, lass,” Tank said, eyes roaming over me with a look that was pure sex.

“We didn’t quite catch your name the last time we met,” Bane added as they were closing in on me like two vultures.

“I don’t believe I gave it-

“Her name is Sublime,” Muffins offered. Muffins and her big ass mouth. Her eyes said Giiiirrrrl, I’m tryna get you some d- I looked away seething.

“And who might you be?” Tank said to Muffins.

“Her name is Muffins and that ass is mine,” Nick interjected from over the counter behind us.

Tank chuckled. “Don’t worry, Lad. We only have eyes for this one,” he nodded towards me and Muffins moved out of the way as the two men flanked me. One in front of me one behind me. I threw a desperate look in Muffins direction that said can you help a sista out. She placed her hands up laughing at me and backed away.

“Sublime, hmm?”

“Like this ass.”

“And these legs. We could go on forever speaking on what’s phenomenal about you.”

I masked an appreciative moan with a cough. “You don’t even know me,” I whispered. It was a miracle I could speak.

“Let us rectify that,” Bane whispered at my ear, sweeping my long hair over a shoulder.

“I have to work.”

“Let us take care of you, Sublime. We’ll do all the work.”

“I have to work,” I insisted.

Bane shrugged. “What time do you get off. We’ll pick you up.” I admire their persistence.

“5:30,” came two coughs from behind us. Nick and Muffins, I swear they be the same person at times.

“Perfect. 5:30 it is.” Tank grabbed my hair pulling gently to angle my neck as his mouth claimed mine. After breaking the kiss, he nudged me gently towards his brother. I thought Tank was an expert but shit… his brother especially with the tongue ring. Bane’s tongue mirrored the ministration I imagined- no dreamed of him working on my pussy. I’ve never gotten wet from a kiss alone. He smiled down at me knowing the effect of his kiss.

I was left hot and bothered until they could soothe my aching body at 5:30 p.m.