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I lifted her from my dick and turned her around. She straddled my lap and lowered herself onto my dick as I lay back, taking her with me. I began fucking her slowly as I said, “You are everything I needed and the shit I didn’t know I needed. The way you came into my life and took over that shit is why I love you. Your presence makes me better, baby.”
I bit my bottom lip as we stared at one another while my dick caressed her cervix. When her walls tightened around me, I knew there was no way I would make it through this orgasm without nutting too. Her pussy squeezed me like some vice grips as it erupted again, but I quickly pulled out and allowed nut to shoot all over her ass.
She laid her head on my chest, and before I could count to ten, she was out. I reached for the blanket and covered us up to join her in euphoria.
* * *
As Chelseaand Ali stood up front with Jericho and Whitney, I thought about how one day, this could very well be us. Whitney looked extremely beautiful and happy too. Chelsea was happy as well. She kept glancing at me, and I knew her mind was on the shit we did this morning. Mine sure in the hell was.
The judge couldn’t have them recite those vows quick enough. Jericho looked extremely rested, but I supposed he would be since we were at Buffalo muthafucking Wild Wings. I still couldn’t get over that shit. They closed at ten, so he had to have made it home by ten thirty. Whitney, on the other hand, looked just the opposite. She looked like she could lay on the banister that separated us from them and go straight to sleep.
All the Berottes were in attendance. I was surprised to see Axton since Kaysyn was his sister, but he and Arrow had both shown up. Seneca and Kaysyn were no-shows. I didn’t like this shit one bit. This situation had gone so much further than what it should have. What I did like was what seemed like a transfer of energy or momentum. It was almost like they’d alienated themselves from the family today, instead of Chelsea being the one feeling alienated. I knew that was because Jericho was her family, but I was grateful for even the small wins.
I was sitting next to Mrs. Anissa. I didn’t know how that shit happened, because Mr. Sheldon and Alexz usually stayed close to her. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. When I looked over at her, she smiled. “You and Jericho’s sister make a beautiful couple. I’m so happy you’ve found love. I told Sheldon that all our babies have settled down and made someone happy.”
I chuckled at her calling us her babies. Manman had also taken me in as her son. I needed that shit more than I even knew. Feeling the love of a mother for the first time in over thirty-five years was somewhat overwhelming. I didn’t just have one woman that considered me a son, but two of them. My mama would be so happy to see how these women stepped in for her baby.
“Well, Mrs. Anissa, I think you may have to pray for one more of your babies.”
She frowned slightly. “Who?”
“Rondo.”
We both glanced over at him. He looked irritated as hell. He was sitting in a far corner, and DJ had gone over there with him. “He and his girlfriend broke up?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I wondered about her. She never wanted to come around.”
Her statement made me wonder if Kennedy’s ass knew all along that Rondo and I knew one another. Maybe that was her way out of the relationship with him. She couldn’t have anticipated that ass whupping though… no way in hell.
We turned our attention to the front of the courtroom as the judge continued talking about bullshit. Jericho looked like he wanted to grab that nigga so he would shut the fuck up. Nobody was really paying attention. Everyone was playing or engaging with their children or significant others, and Chad’s big ass was falling asleep. Lexi was playing with Foster and elbowing him every few minutes.
After this, we were going to a hall that Jericho had rented so we could all celebrate. He said the Berottes had offered their home, but he said he didn’t want to take advantage too much. They had enough going on at their house on Sundays. However, they all pitched in on the food. They loved all of us, and I knew this shit with Kaysyn and Chelsea had them in an awkward position.
While Jericho had said it was Seneca’s idea, she was still a grown ass woman and mother. She should be able to empathize with Chelsea. If she would simply put herself in her shoes and think about how she would feel if she didn’t get to know her son because someone took him from her and how she would react to seeing him again, she wouldn’t be doing this.
I truly believed that last bit of business was why Jenetta wasn’t totally free yet. Once that was done, her past could totally be behind her. I had to give it to her though. She was really trying to progress mentally. She told me that she would be talking to Isaiah before the court date so he could help her filter through her thoughts.
As we sat, waiting for the moment Jericho could salute his bride, I got a message from Vegas.I’m following Darlena. For some reason, I think all that shit was Kennedy’s idea, not hers. I don’t know why my gut fucking with me like that, but I don’t take it lightly. Also, Law is on his way. He said he anxious to get to the bottom of this and fuck whoever up who’s threatening his lil baby doe. LOL
I rolled my eyes. Him and that lil baby doe shit. Fawn wasn’t no damn baby doe. There wasn’t a thing about her semi-ratchet ass that was innocent like a baby. I knew that was what a fawn was, a baby deer, but her ass was the exception. I replied to Vegas.A’ight. Of course, let him in the house. I’ll see y’all tomorrow. Tell him to hit me up when he gets in.
When I slid my phone back in my pocket, that fucking judge was still talking. I could see that Jericho was on edge. That nigga grabbed Whitney and kissed the fuck out of her. At first everybody was quiet. It took Chad’s sleepy ass to chuckle, and that set everyone else off. When he pulled away from her, he frowned at the judge.
Chelsea’s eyes met mine as she laughed, and I couldn’t help but start laughing again, despite the bullshit Vegas had to say about Kennedy. As I glanced at Rondo, I wondered if he was thinking the same thing. I also wondered if Kennedy was in any way affiliated with that grocery store nigga. Roulette and Slice were working together to dismantle the Patterson empire. Roulette was the nigga on the inside, feeding those muthafuckas info on how we did things.
When all that bullshit went down, they thought it would be easy to take that shit from Fawn, but lil mama got gangsta with their asses. They didn’t count on Law and Smoke being brought into the equation either. Although Gutta had our best interest at heart, he also had Roulette’s best interest at heart too. That was that nigga’s son. I felt like he knew that nigga was shady but kept that shit to himself, possibly trying to talk him out of all the bullshit he was orchestrating.
Roulette’s baby mother that no one knew about at first, had been taken out as well when she tried to buck and go toe to toe with Smoke. That alone should have let those bitches know that we weren’t to be fucked with, but still… they wanted to come for us and get dealt with.
After the judge said a few more words, he pronounced Jericho and Whitney husband and wife, and that nigga had the audacity to kiss her again. Everybody laughed, and Mrs. Anissa squeezed my hand. “So, Arrow, Seneca, and you are next.”
“I’d marry Chelsea right now. That’s how strongly I feel about her.”
She shoulder-bumped me and kissed my cheek as Mr. Sheldon looked over at us. “You’ll make a good husband, baby. Keep doing whatever you’re doing to keep that beautiful smile on her face.”
“Yes, ma’am. I plan to do even more than what I’m doing now. She’s my heart.”
