Page 23 of His Four Leaf Clover

“Yes, baby, don’t stop.” Alva backed her handful of ass into him as she gripped the sheets tighter.

Being with one woman was new to him, and he liked the feeling. He and his twin had enough threesomes to last them a lifetime. They still had a ways to go but they had matured a lot over the years. He had chilled out with clubbing so much but his twin loved the streets too much to give them up. As a result, he lost a good woman who he was still in love with.

“Shit, I’m ‘bout to cum.” Rondell felt his release coming and he was ready to bust.

“Don’t pull out, baby. I want it inside of me.”

She couldn’t see his face, but Rondell had a look of aggravation covering it. Alva swore that she was on the pill, but he didn’t believe her. She was trying too hard to make him nut inside of her, but he never did. She always hinted about them getting married and having kids, but he wasn’t quite ready for none of that just yet.

Ignoring Alva’s pleas, Rondell pulled out of her and nutted on her ass. She collapsed onto the bed, as he headed to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. Once he freshened up, he grabbed a soapy towel and took it back into the room for her to use.

“I wouldn’t need this if you’d just done what I told you to do.” Alva rolled her eyes.

“I’m not your muthafucking child and I’m tired of telling you that.”

Alva was a bossy lil bitch and had a habit of telling people what to do. That was why they fell out recently. She wanted him to change the locks on his apartment so that his twin couldn’t just come and go as he pleased. She got pissed when he told her that she had him and life fucked up. Montrell got on his nerves sometimes, but that was his best friend and womb mate. He was sure that he aggravated his twin sometimes too, but that was to be expected. Nobody, not even their parents, could break their bond, and Alva was no exception.

His brother sometimes needed a place to crash and his door would always be open. He only had a one bedroom with a bath and a half, but his sofa turned into Montrell’s bed more often than not. Alva had her own apartment and she could stay there if she had a problem with it.

“I never said that you were. And please, don’t curse when speaking to or at me.”

“Real shit, you might wanna rethink why you wanna stay in this relationship so bad. I told you from day one that I wasn’t one of them do what you say lame-ass college boys.”

“I know you’re not and that’s what I love about you.”

Alva smiled while lying through her veneers. That was actually one of the things that she hated about him the most. He was the only man who ever challenged her, and she wasn’t used to that. Her boyfriends before him were docile and only moved when she said so. However, she did love Rondell’s bad boy mannerisms and hood swagger. She admired how close and loving his family was and the way his parents loved and doted on their grandkids.

Alva wanted her children to experience that kind of love on both sides of the family, which was why she wanted Rondell to be the father whenever she had some. Her parents weren’t too fond of him but she didn’t care. They would have died if they’d known that she was trying to start a family with a hoodlum, as they often referred to him.

In her opinion, the only thing standing in their way of complete happiness was his annoying ass twin. Thankfully, he hadn’t been popping up unannounced lately. Maybe Rondell had finally talked to him like she’d been begging him to. Alva knew that Montrell didn’t like her very much but that was just too damn bad. She planned to be around for a while, especially if she got pregnant like she wanted to.

“Yeah, I hear you. And like I said before, I’m not tryna be nobody’s daddy right now. I’m still figuring shit out for myself,” Rondell spoke up, successfully pulling her away from her thoughts.

“Please, let’s not start fighting again. We just made up a few days ago. Are you hungry, baby? How about some breakfast in bed?”

Rondell had laid back down, and Alva straddled him. He had slipped his boxers back on, but she was still naked.

“Hook a nigga up then. I need to regain my strength and get ready for round two.” Rondell squeezed her ass and pulled her closer for a kiss.

“What do you have a taste for besides me?” Alva loved how comfortable she felt around Rondell.

A few years ago, she would have been trying to cover her nakedness once the deed was done. She’d tried to gain weight for years but, no matter what she ate or did, it never happened. She took after her mother with her slim frame but that wasn’t so bad when it came to shopping. Rondell always called her sexy slim and that boosted her confidence through the roof. She didn’t even feel the need to put her wig back on. He knew it wasn’t her hair, so she put a head scarf over her stocking cap. Her face was free of makeup and she no longer slept with her eyelashes on.

“I’m good with whatever you make. I’m hungry as hell.”

“Okay, I’m going see what you have in the kitchen.”

Alva’s robe was thrown across the chair but she didn’t bother putting it on. She felt Rondell’s eyes on her the entire time as she grabbed her phone and prepared to exit the room. She was all smiles when she opened the door and stepped out of the bedroom. She almost lost her bladder and fainted when she heard a male’s voice that didn’t belong to her man.

“What the entire fuck is that?” Montrell questioned out loud when he saw his brother’s naked girlfriend walk out of the room. He had to take a piss and he was happy that he did it before he saw her anorexic looking ass in her birthday suit.

“Ahhhhh! OMG!” Alva screamed to the top of her lungs as she hurriedly turned around and tried to rush back into the room. She turned too fast and accidentally fell, giving him an unwanted glimpse of the back of her. It wasn’t that he was trying to look, but the shit happened so fast that it took them both by surprise.

“Ugh!” Montrell hurriedly turned his head in disgust and walked away.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Rondell grabbed the gun that he kept in his nightstand, ready to send a nigga back to his maker if he had to.

“This is so embarrassing. What is he doing here?” Alva was on the verge of tears as she rushed into the connected bathroom.