“Free, what is this about?”
“I’m not in love with her. She’s the mother of my child, and that’s all. I love you and want you. Do you understand that? I’m not confused, and I don’t need time to tell me what I already know,” I communicated to her.
“I need time,” she clarified. “I need to take a step back, and I need to be on my own. I came here so naïve. Barely living life. Now I’m a mother, and I can’t just think about myself. My happiness is tied to theirs. I hadn’t told you yet because I didn’t know how, but I applied at this dance school, and it’s based in Morocco. I got accepted. They called me this afternoon, and I am going. I already told you I won’t keep you from the twins. We can share custody if you want?—”
She was speaking, but I couldn’t hear her after that. My heart shredded with every other word she spoke. She sounded so sure that I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop her. Or maybe I didn’twant to, or pride wouldn’t allow me to. Shit bruised a nigga’s ego at the same time. Here I was putting my shit out there, and it was too late. Sinking down into the bed, my eyes dropped to the floor.
“Nah, you’re their mother,” I muttered. “They need you more than me right now. I wouldn’t put you in that position where you ever felt like we had to fight over that. I just… don’t like how we got here. I fucked up.”
She stepped closer to me, her perfume hitting my nostrils as she lingered in front of me. So delicate, so fucking beautiful and perfect. She held my heart in her hands, and all she had to do was squeeze or let go. Right now, she was hopeless in everything. This woman that once believed in the power of love now was cynical as fuck. A man never knew what kind of scars he could leave a woman with if she was mishandled. One of her hands landed on my shoulder, and she reached for my face, lifting my head so that we were looking deeply into one another. Everything inside me became alert, stirred by the love she still carried for me behind her hurt gaze. It wasn’t over.
“I love you,” she said, her eyes landing on my lips. “God, I love you with everything inside me.” I looped one arm behind her back, yanking her so closely that her soft breasts pressed into my hard chest, and my dick immediately reacted.
Pulling her down into my lap, I tongued her down hungrily, and we ripped at each other’s clothes until we were in nothing but our underwear. Parting her legs, I kissed her thighs, behind her knees, and up to her stomach, circling her belly button with my tongue before I lowered myself to her warm, pink oyster dripping in her center. Tearing her out of her panties, I went into attack mode, slurping and sucking and nibbling down on her swollen clit until she released like a waterfall.
“Mmm, damn.” I licked my lips when I brought myself up, hovering between her legs and staring down into her shaken features.
Kneeling over, I brought my soldier to her opening and dipped inside. She was tight as fuck. It had been months since I’d had my dick wet, and I was reminded of how we got the twins to begin with as I watched her nectar coat my shit with each stroke.
“Free!” she screamed, pussy locking around my dick as I plunged further inside her.
“Bust that shit open, ma,” I grunted.
My hands fell on her waist, and I picked up the pace until I was hammering into her with a merciless stroke. Harbor’s eyes closed and her sex faces only made me grind into her harder. Her thrusts bet mine, and soon she couldn’t even talk, her mouth simply hung open in bliss before she released on my dick. Her legs locked against my waist and trembled. Dumping my seeds inside her, I stroked her sopping walls until my mans was limp biscuit around this bitch. When I collapsed beside her, a nigga felt like he’d done a full cardio set.
“I get why you think you need to go.” I sat up beside her and searched her face.
Sweat glinted off her body and it was sexy as fuck. Nibbling her bottom lip, she turned her head with misting eyes.
“You do?” she queried, a little disbelief lingering in her words.
“I keep forgetting that you are as young as you are. We dove into this shit headfirst with no regard and no remorse. Then you got pregnant, and I turned your life upside down. Now this story has broke about everything, and it’s been a lot for you to deal with. Maybe we both have some shit we need to figure out.” Lowering my head, my brows squeezed together, and I felt the heaviness in my stomach.
It was guilt fucking with me. All this shit with the turn of events felt like my fault. I was going with what she wanted because this shit was a slow killer for me. This place would go back to being a massive house rather than a home without her here to fill it.But the way I brought her here always lingered in the back of my mind. Shit wasn’t right, and she deserved to go out there and figure her life out for herself. Compared to her, I was an old head with a lot more experience with this shit.
“Yeah, maybe,” she muttered, sitting up beside me.
I couldn’t tell where her head was at. She almost seemed mad, and a nigga grew more confused as I eased into a seated position beside her. She went to grab her things off the floor and slip into them.
“I’ll let you know when I have a date to leave. I guess I have a lot to get in order.”
“Congratulations.” I locked eyes with her, and she paused near the door. “I knew from the first time I saw you dance that it was something that you loved. You deserve to be happy and to live your life.” Snatching up my pants, I quickly got dressed.
“Thank you.” Harbor rushed out of the room with her head down, leaving me confused as fuck staring after her.
I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up before heading back downstairs. The whole time, I couldn’t get her or my seeds out of my mind. My phone pinged in my pocket, and I went to retrieve it as I was coming down the steps.
“Yeah, Aaron, what’s up?” I greeted my private investigator.
“I got a lead on who leaked that story,” Aaron divulged. “I reached out to the reporter and managed to get into his computer. I found some notes from the story he wrote. The source was one Karmine Roth,” Aaron disclosed, and my blood turned into ice in my veins.
“You sure about that?” I questioned, pausing before I could enter the kitchen.
“Yeah, positive,” he assured me.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll send your other half of the payment now.” I ended the call, shoving the phone back into my pocket. While stepping inside, Kara and I nearly ran one another over.
“Free, what’s going on? Where is Slice, and where is Mistro?”
