“We are good. I’m getting them ready to head to school now so that I can get to work.”
“Well, I won’t hold you up. Just keep your eyes open at all times and watch out for snakes.” She worded, confusing me.
Sometimes she gave me that cryptic ass shit and I never knew what it meant until the shit was happening.
“I will. I love you Granny.” Annoyed, I pushed my eyes back into my head and chuckled before we hung up.
The doorbell rang just as I was pouring my coffee. It was early, so I checked my digital watch. The kids were still sleeping. I grabbed the remote off the kitchen counter and turned on the monitor above the fridge. It was surveillance of the property. It was another delivery. Trekking toward the front hall, I went to open the door. They dropped the package and walked off like it was your average delivery, so I thought nothing of it. With mymug in hand, I opened the door and glanced down at the long, rectangular box. Stooping down, I lifted it, but it seemed pretty heavy for it to be more flowers like the outside had described.
Frowning, I lifted the lid and nearly lost my fucking hand. A bunch of fucking slithering snakes started to pop their little heads up, snapping and hissing at me. My loud screams probably woke up the entire fucking neighborhood. My mug slipped from my hand, shattering to the ground in pieces as one of them began to slither out of the box. I sprinted back into the house, slamming the door shut.
Frequency
Barely getting any sleep the previous night, I sat on the small sofa in my office. Stretching with a yawn, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and kept my head low as the sunlight streamed into the room. Glancing around, everything felt off. My pistol was waiting right next to me. When I stood, I tucked it into my waist and went to start folding the throw cover. With my back to the door, a nigga could sense Harbor nearby. Going taut where I stood, I was doing my best to keep my composure. I didn’t put myself in this position. The feelings she left me with were new to me. Was I jealous? Fuck yeah. I didn’t want her thinking about another nigga period. I thought we had established more between us by now than to be playing this game.
“Morning.” Her soft voice seemed sad, tugging at my heart and making my chest tender.
Turning slightly, I looked her up and down. She was dressed for the day. Skinny jeans hugged her hips, a tank top clung to her breasts, and she wore this Chanel blazer over it with a pair of matching heels. To see her blossom over the last few months was nothing short of amazing. She had gone from this unrefined, yet elegant girl to this bonafide woman.
“Good morning,” I greeted her, turning back to the sofa.
“I made breakfast. Celine has been upstairs since last night. I got Ivy fed and she’s waiting in her room so that she can be dropped off. I can take her if you want.” She offered, timid ass fuck, like she was walking on eggshells.
That’s not some shit I wanted between us.
“If that’s what you want to do?—”
“Free.” She whined. “I’m sorry. Can we just talk and fix this? I can’t go another night like last night with you.” She was pleading as she took steps closer to me.
Her energy was potent as fuck the closer she got. She was carrying my seed, so our DNA was already mixed together and creating something inside of her. I took that kind of thing to heart, because I wasn’t sloppy or slipping when I ran up in a chick. Spinning around to confront her, I folded both arms over my chest. Right now, I didn’t like what she left lingering inside me. For the first time I had a few doubts about us going forward. Her level of loyalty was in question, and I didn’t want to dwell on that.
“You love this nigga, Harbor?” My jaw locked automatically.
Yeah, I was tight about this shit.
“I thought I did.” She answered honestly, and I was in her face swiftly. “Then I met you,” she emphasized gently, a hand resting on my chest, calming the beast itching to break free inside me. “And I don’t care how we met or how we got here. I just know that we are here. You know what else is here? Something that makes all of this cemented between us.” She grabbed my hand and brought it to her stomach. “This baby. It’s me and you, and nothing can take that away from us. I sat up all last night thinking about everything. The possibility of what my life could have been before does linger in my mind. I can’t help it.” She raised both shoulders. “But what it’s actually turned out to be is so much more than I could have pictured for myself.” Shespoke with her eyes glossed over. “I fell in love with you, despite our circumstance. I gave myself to you in every way that matters. He is my past.”
She was right, and I was fucking bugging. Dropping one hand to her waist, I released a deep breath, pulling her into me. Embracing her while resting my chin against her shoulder, I grasped her tight. She was so warm and fucking soft. Smelling like Marc Jacobs perfume, I took in her scent and my dick reacted. Nudging away from her, I cupped one side of her face and held her under my hungry ass stare. She knew what that look meant because she gave that shit back, a sexy simper covering her thick ass lips that I loved feeling on any fucking part of me. She brought them to my thumb and while looking me dead in my eye, she kissed it sexily. She still had this innocence about her. Knowing that I was the only one that she had ever been with also made a nigga territorial. She was mine. I bust that shit open, fresh out the fucking pack, and I can guarantee she was tamper proof because she was still snug as fuck every single time I hit. As far as I was concerned, I was ready to go out and meet the big God if a nigga dared thought he was getting anywhere near that. I was possessive, and I didn’t give a fuck.
“Harbor, as you can see, I’m not the kind of man that plays games. That shit is for kids. You have become a part of me. Like a limb, or a fucking organ, a’ight. So I’m gon’ fucking step about you, air some shit out. I don’t give a fuck who it is.” My hand fell on her chest and she nodded while keeping me under her warm, chestnut irises.
“I know.” She stood on her toes and kissed me. “Mmm, your breath stinks, baby. You need to go handle that.”
“I got something I can handle,” I taunted her, spinning her around so that she was facing my desk.
Reaching around to her front, I undid her pants and and yanked them past her fat ass showing out in a thong. “Mmm, Free?—”
“Nah, no talking,” I instructed, pulling my stiff man’s out and tapping her a few times on the ass with it.
Her slot was already moist for a nigga, so I ran the tip up and down until she moaned crazily and grabbed the desk to keep herself in position. As soon as I dipped inside her, she let out a deep moan. I left my shit resting within her walls and grabbed both of her arms, holding them behind her like I was handcuffing her as I went deeper.
“Uh!” She shrieked, and I pulled back, but didn’t pull him out.
I hammered into that shit until she had my dick drenched with her essence. Watching her sweet nectar coat my dick while I plunged inside her was fucked my head up! Shit! I knew I wasn’t going to last long in this shit the way she was busting. Shit was already fire, but being pregnant only took her pussy to another level. Shit was like plunging into the middle of a fucking monsoon.
“Fuck, Harbor!” My head fell back, and eyes drifted to the ceiling before rolling back into my head like a nigga was having a seizure or some shit.
She did that clutch shit, putting a vice grip on my joint until I was forced to dump my seeds off into her. My knees buckled, and I could have collapsed right fucking there. Fingers digging into her skin, I helped her sit up. Panting with little sweat beads on her chest and back, a cute grin claimed her lips.
