“Is Lyra your girlfriend?” Ivy questioned, arms tucked across her chest.
“Lyra is a friend. We hang out from time to time,” I explained briefly.
“So it’s a friends with benefits kind of thing,” Ivy suggested, and my brow spiked from how casually the phrase rolled of her lips.
Lyra snickered and bowed her head while I turned toward my daughter.
“Where the fuck you hear that shit at?” I demanded.
“VH1,” Ivy answered with a shrug.
“Remind me to take you to the library and show you where all the encyclopedias are,” I muttered.
“I was going to grab something to eat. Don’t mind me.” Ivy came down the steps, passing me and Lyra by.
“I didn’t know your daughter was here. You didn’t mention it,” Lyra spoke up.
“She was brought here this morning,” I replied, sighing. “And I wasn’t expecting her either.”
It was starting to dawn on me that there was a lot in my life that Ivy wasn’t aware of. Since I was going to be sharing it with her, I was becoming a little leery. Was I ready to take on being a full-time father? Could I even do that shit without turning my daughter into a spoiled, over-protected ass girl? I didn’t have any of the answers right at this time. She wasn’t about to turn into some dehydrated ass thot bucket if I could help it.
“Hmm, sounds like you might need some help.” Lyra reached out and ran her long fingernail down the front of my shirt while seductively staring back at me. “Where is her mother?”
“She’s dead. And I ain’t looking for a replacement.” I kept my tone even and my eyes burning into hers.
Hers sparked with interest, and she reared her neck so that she could take in my face. “How is it we’ve known each other almost two years, and I still don’t know the important things about you?” she questioned. “Are you ever going to allow me into your life?”
Silence filled the space between us. Lyra was a high-maintenance ass bitch and fine as fuck, but she also got her own money. She was the fantasy of many men with her model looks and sex appeal. Her pussy was good, and her head game was an added plus. I could take her places, and she had class. I even enjoyed her company some of the time.
“You are allowed the parts of me that I am able to give,” I whispered, my lips brushing against hers. “So you either deal with that, or you find someone else to scratch that itch you get.” My hand fell between her legs, and she panted as my fingers massaged her mound.
“Mmm, as long as it’s the parts I like, I’m fine with that,” she purred, reaching out to massage my growing third leg.
I bent over and scooped her up over my shoulders. Like a barbarian, I carried her up the staircase, and she squealed when I smacked her ass with an open palm. Within seconds we were behind my closed bedroom door stripping each other naked.
Knowledge
“Damn, baby. That mouf is the fucking truth,” I groaned as my girl, Chevelle, took all of my mans down her throat.
She was putting in some of her best work with her jaws, damn near suctioning my dick. My nut ticked the tip, ready for eruption while she spit, sucked, and hummed all over my shit.
“Fuck!” I groaned, keeping a tight grip on her ponytail as I worked my dick into her jaws until I was letting off a walnut in her mouth.
She sucked every drop and licked her lips, releasing my man so she could suck on some oxygen next. Our eyes locked, and her snakelike tongue ran across her thick ass lips. A satisfied grin filled curved the corners of her mouth. We were in the city at her spot. I took real good care of her since she had my daughter and son. She had her own gig working for the city and shit.
She was head of a division that bought and sold almost every property in our regional area. Chevelle was about her money, so I always made sure to hold her down. She didn’t ask for a lot. Ma was just dope, independent, and on her shit. We met about six years ago and had been rocking hard ever since. I still did my dirt on the side with other chicks, but them hoes didn’t mean shit. Every time a nigga even thought about settling down, it was with a chick like her. Her hustle matched mine, and we made some pretty ass babies.
“Damn, feeling like you missed a nigga.” My head dipped down in the soft mattress as I stared at the ceiling and caught my breath. She had drained a nigga, literally.
“Hmm, bring ya ass home more often, and you might get more than that,” Chevelle said, wiping the side of her mouth as she stomped over to our private bathroom.
She couldn’t stand my ass most of the time, but when she saw me, all that shit went out the window. I was her drug, and she was mine. Shit was just like that with us. I heard the water running, so I knew she was probably brushing her teeth. It was early, and my kids had already been sent off to school. She was working from home, so I knew it would be a good time to catch her and pick her brain.
“Shit, when a nigga ain’t here, he just gritting it out. How you think we got all this shit, Chevy?” I sucked my teeth and sat up, knowing where the shit was about to go.
It was like this every time we linked up in the last few months. We’d fuck, and she’d go right to the shit. I couldn’t stand to be around her ass for more than an hour. I was picking up my kids, doing little shit with them, and dropping them back off. I didn’t have time for that extra shit.
“We ain’t struggling, Ledge. I know that. You just wanna be out there in the streets. The streets don’t fucking love you. I do! Your kids do!” she shouted, coming out of the bathroom, eyes piercing mine. “And by the time you realize that, we might not be here for it.”
