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“Yep.” She giggles. “You can’t think a meal and a boat ride is gonna make it easier for you to see me again. Oh, no, Mister. You’re gonna have to come harder than that.”
I laugh. “Baby, you ain’t said nuthin’ but a word. All you gotta say is when and where, and how hard you need it…I mean, me, to come. And you got it.”
She playfully swats at me. “You’re a mess. I guess I opened myself up for that one.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle, “you fell right into it. So you might as well open wider and say, ‘Aaaaaaah.’”
She sucks her teeth, laughin’ as she digs into her pocketbook and pulls out a pack of gum. She offers me a piece, but I’m good so I tell her, “No thanks.”
“Annnnnnyway, pervert…when’s the next time you’re gonna be in Atlanta?”
“I’m not sure. Why, you wanna see me?”
“Maybe,” she says, rollin’ a piece of Doublemint into her mouth, “maybe not.”
“Yeah, aiight. Don’t front. You know what it is.”
She laughs.
My cell vibrates and the screen lights up. I take a quick glance at it sittin’ up on the console, and see that it’s Vita callin’. It dings when she leaves a message, then starts buzzin’ again. She’s callin’ back.
“Do you need to get that?”
“Nope.”
“You sure?”
I take my right hand off the steerin’ wheel and reach over and grab her hand. “Yeah, I’m very sure. The only person I’m interested in talkin’ to at this moment is sittin’ right beside me.”
“Good answer,” she says, squeezin’ my hand.
“It’s the only answer, pretty baby,” I reply, pullin’ her hand up to my lips and gently kissin’ it. On some real shit, I wanna drag my tongue along the center of her palm, but I restrain myself. She’s been keepin’ it classy, so I’ma respect her space and keep it gentlemanly. She smiles, pulls her shades down over her eyes, then places her head back on the headrest, holdin’ my hand in hers the rest of the ride. I turn on the radio and tune into Power 106, L.A.’s hip-hop and R&B station and maneuver my way through this fucked-up traffic.
28
“I wanna talk to you about something that’s been on my mind,” Cherry says, lookin’ up at me. She moves a wet strand of weave from her face. We finished fuckin’ less than five minutes ago, and we’re both sweaty and still pantin’ like wild beasts. And this ho wants to flap her jaws. Why the fuck chicks wanna talk right after they finish gettin’ their backs gutted is beyond me. What the fuck?! I’m in no mood for talkin’. I wanna lie here and rest in silence. But I know that’s not ’bout to happen.
I glance at the clock. It’s ten-thirty in the mornin’. My flight leaves for Jersey tonight at nine-fifty. And between you and me, a muhfucka can’t wait to get the fuck home. As nice as it is to get away, there’s nuthin’ like chillin’ up in ya own spot, in ya own damn bed, feel me?
“What’s up?” I ask, proppin’ up on my forearms.
“Well, you know…I really enjoy spending time with you when you come out here. And I think this thing we have works really well for the both of us. There’s no pressure from either of us. I’m not looking for a relationship, or expecting anything more from you than what I already get…” OhmyGod, I wish she get to the muthafuckin’ point!
“No doubt. So wassup?”
“Well,” she says, pausin’. “I want a baby.”—she puts a finger over my lips to stop me from speakin’—“Now before you say anything, hear me out first. I’m thirty-five and very successful with no prospects of having a husband anytime soon. But I want to be a mother with no strings, or stress, or baby daddy drama. I am more than capable of raising a child on my own, so I’m not looking for someone to help me raise it.”
I tilt my head, tryna figure out where she’s goin’ wit’ this. “Ohhhkay, and what does that haveta do wit’ me?”
“Well, I’ve been seriously thinking about getting pregnant.”
“Ohhhkay, again, what does that haveta do wit’ me?”
“I want a baby with you.”
My eyes almost pop outta my head. “Say whaaat?” I ask, almost knockin’ her over as I sit up in bed. She repeats herself. “Oh, I heard you the first time. It just caught a muhfucka off guard. I mean, damn…you want me to paint ya insides up wit’ my nuts. That’s a big-ass request. I don’t know if it’s one one I can help you fill.”
She sits up in bed. “I’m only asking you to be my sperm donor. Not marry me, or claim the child as yours. I know you and I trust you, opposed to going to a sperm bank or some online site and not really knowing who or what I’m getting. With you, I know I’m getting a sexy black man with above-average intelligence and excellent bone structure.” I frown at her on that “above average” intelligence shit. Although I know it’s not meant as a dis, for some reason, I don’t like how the fuck it sounded, like I’m a step or two up from bei
