The way he was drilling into me, the thought of Priest and Britain hearing us slipped my mind. “I don’t give a fuck!” I cried out.
“Word? Say less.”
He gripped my hair, pulling it just the way I liked it. His strokes quickened, and the sound of our skin colliding quickly filled the room. We were fucking so hard that the decorative pictures that were on the wall next to us began to rock. I buried my face into the cushion of the couch, screaming in pure ecstasy. I was glad I didn’t put on any makeup because I would have for sure ruined Britain’s white couch.
“Nut inside of me, Daddy! Let’s have a baby.” I usually talked my shit when we were fucking, so he didn’t find what I was saying out of the ordinary. I creamed all over him, and just a few short strokes later, he filled me up just like I told him to.
He pulled out of me as we both panted breathlessly. “You meant that shit this time?”
A smirk pulled onto my lips as I walked away from him toward the bathroom in the pool house so we could clean off. “I haven’t taken my birth control in a couple of weeks.”
Although it wasn’t done on purpose, I wasn’t against it. With everything going on, I skipped a couple of days, tried getting back on track, but then ended up falling off again.
He rushed to follow behind me, damn near tackling me in the process, making me laugh. “You deadass?” His strong arms were wrapped around me as I leaned into the shower to turn the water on.
“Yes, Ahk.”
I shrieked a little as he whipped me around and lifted me off the floor in one swift motion. His lips smothered mine before he kissed all over my face.
“Thank you, Lovey,” he repeatedly let out between his kisses.
I giggled before leaning in and pecking his lips. He eyed me for a minute, and I could see the concern wash away the excitement that he just had a second ago.
“You’re doing this because you want to, right? Not because of guilt?”
“Yes, Ahk. I want to do this.”
“Why the change of heart?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Earlier today, I was thinking about divorcing you. After hearing what you had to say and seeing how much you love me, I know there’s no better person in this world to build a family with than you. I’m scared shitless, but I know you’ll make sure we’re good.”
“Forever, Lovey.” He kissed my lips again. “Let’s get in this shower. I gotta make sure I hit a home run this round.”
“You’re so stupid,” I laughed.
We were forever.
Chapter Twenty-Three
AHKEEM
I circledthe block in my Range Rover in search of a familiar face. It was odd as fuck looking for my father, Kareem. We had the same fucking face, so it was like I was looking for myself.
“I swear, cousin, he was right there the other day.” My cousin, Quanni, pointed to the front of the corner store where she last saw my father.
The nigga was like a ghost most of the time. He would have these random times where he would be around and accessible, and then he would disappear. Last time I chopped it up with him before he played the fuck out of me about my mother’s house, I got him right with a few dollars and a cell phone just so I could reach him.
The nigga used that same cell phone to tell me he wouldn’t be holding up his part of the agreement, then ditched it. Before I gave it to him, I made sure to share his location with me just so I could find him when he disappeared, but the nigga was smarter than I thought.
My cousin Quanni called me the other day telling me she ran into him, but I was so busy with convincing my wife not to fucking leave me that I couldn’t pull up. I could’ve pulled up the next day, but I had been balls deep in Jazzlyn since I got her backat the penthouse. Hell, I damn near had to pry myself off her just to link with Quanni. Having my wife back and being in each other’s good graces was something I didn’t take for granted.
“He peeped you?”
“Nah. I made sure not to walk up to him.”
I gave my family strict orders not to engage with my pops if they did see him. The minute he made contact with anyone, he was sure to disappear for even longer. The nigga was running from life, and he felt like his family would hold his feet too close to the fire to get his fucking life together, so he avoided us. Only until he needed something.
I couldn’t front. Every time he asked for some bread, I shot it his way. Before he let the bottle take over his entire life, me and my pops had a great relationship. Kinda like the one I had with Saphir. Whenever I caught him, I just gave him whatever he needed because I always felt like it would be my last time seeing him.
