Lawlessly in Love 2

by Mercy B

  This was the type of shit that I hated. As much as I wanted to despise her, I wanted to dick her down and hear her call me daddy. She was the freakiest bitch I’d ever met, and the thought of her sharing that pussy and mouth with another nigga any time in the future nearly sent me into a blind rage. In fact, it did. I wanted to hit the Raphael nigga up myself, but he wasn’t worth compromising my freedom.

  I continued staring at the single surveillance feed as Gauge went into her drawer and pulled out a small pink piece of matter. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was until I saw her gap her legs open and place it between them. Even that enraged me, knowing that some little object would bring her the satisfaction that I used to. Still, I focused on the task at hand, and that was getting my rocks off too.

  Gauge knew exactly what she was doing, facing the camera while she slid the vibrator up and down her shit. I was certain she was insanely wet and possibly creaming all over her sheets. Jacking my dick, I enjoyed the show that she was putting on.

  “Papi,” I heard from the doorway.

  Without breaking my gaze, I acknowledged the visitor that had been making my stay more comfortable. “Jazmin, close your eyes and come here.”

  She had perfect timing. I could hear her little footsteps as she made her way over to me. Obedient as always, her eyes were closed when she approached me, “Yes, papi?”

  “I want you to get on your knees and put my dick in your mouth,” I instructed, eyes still planted on the screen. “And don’t open your eyes no matter what.”

  “Yes, papi.”

  I didn’t want Gauge’s privacy to be disturbed. This footage was for my eyes only. No one was allowed to even get the slightest glimpse.

  Seconds later, I felt her warm mouth lowering onto my dick. Though nothing in comparison to the lethal top that Gauge administered, Jazmin could get the job done. Since I’d been in my current location, she’d been any and everything I needed at the time. She was the maid when I needed the house spotless, the cook when I was ready for a meal, the laundry lady when I wanted clean underwear, and the mistress when I needed to fuck.

  It was so confusing, all of this. With the animosity I harbored for Gauge, this dick still belonged to her until we officially broke shit off. Right now, we were in limbo. But that pussy belonged to me, and vice versa. I’d been battling with my mind and heart since I’d touched down.

  Oftentimes, I felt as if I were losing my sanity behind thoughts of her that I wanted to cease forever. She was my nemesis, yet she was my obsession. She was the cause of my madness, but she was the cure for it all. The antidote. My most fulfilling moments in my current uproar happened while watching her through the feed of surveillance that I used to keep tabs on the pregnancy and all else.

  Finally breaking away from the screen, I placed my hand on Jazmin’s head and pushed my dick down her throat. Her mouth was so fucking wet. She was the neatest woman you’d ever meet, but she gave some sloppy ass top. Saliva ran down my legs as she slurped and bobbed her head, desperate to bring me to my peak, but there was only one person who’d succeeded in that area.

  The thought of her beckoned for my attention toward the screen. Gauge had her legs spread even wider with a single finger in her mouth. She was making the sexiest faces as she brought herself the pleasure that I wanted to. Truthfully, I missed being between those thighs.

  Gauge threw me for a loop when she put the vibrator to her lips and lubricated it with her tongue. I thought she was surely about to insert it into her pussy, but she bypassed it for her ass. My chest burst into flames. She never ceased to amaze me with the freaky shit she was into.

  “Get up!” I warned Jazmin.

  “Papi,” she whined.

  “Eyes closed. Bend over the chair.”

  In a split second, my pants were down, and the rubber in my pocket had been slid onto my dick. I’d never hit a bitch raw unless her name was Gauge Miliani Morrison. Speaking of which, she was now rubbing her pussy and grabbing at her breast as she bucked her hips and continued making the prettiest faces.

  I slid my dick into Jazmin’s pussy and placed my hand in the center of her back to deepen the arch. That was one thing I didn’t like about fucking her. She was always running from the dick. For the first few times I’d busted her down, I tried imagining she was Gauge, but that went out the window really quick due to my frustration with her running and wincing every few seconds. Gauge took these inches effortlessly—as if my dick had been carved especially for her. She’d gotten better about it, but I could still feel her tensing up as I began to stroke.

  “Relax yourself,” I insisted.

  Jazmin replied, but I’d become lost in the footage being rolled as Gauge grabbed her right breast and pushed it toward her chin. Her tongue swiped across it over and over again. She stayed in the same position, rubbing her pussy and licking her breast as I rammed into Jazmin’s pussy mercilessly.

  Over and over, I stroked Jazmin’s steaming hot pussy until I saw Gauge’s legs buck and her back arch. She was cumming, and so was I. Pulling out of Jazmin, I removed the condom and forced her to the ground by her hair before spraying my seeds all over her face.

  “Ahhhhh, shit,” I groaned.

  Minutes later, as I washed my body to rid myself of my prior activities, I began to conjure a plan to have my people reenter Gauge’s home in order to secure the cameras in locations that wouldn’t be found. If I had to admit, I wouldn’t be able to last too long without knowing what was going on with her.

  The door to the shower opened, and I felt a breeze immediately. Gritting my teeth, I turned to face Jazmin, who was making her way into the shower with nothing on and her hair pulled into a ponytail.

  “Get out.” My words were laced with venom. Every now and again, Jazmin would try her hand at enticing me beyond my personal satisfaction. She’d only succeeded once, and that was because I was completely gone off the pint of liquor I’d consumed along with three blunts. I wasn’t thinking clearly, and she’d used it to her advantage.

  “I just want to show you a good time, papi.”

  “Get the fuck out,” I repeated, not feeling her presence at the moment.

  Finally, she gathered herself and headed back out. I needed isolation in order to produce my next set of plans. Gauge was smarter than I’d given her credit for, and the shit was fucking with my entire set up. The only thing I needed her to do was skate through her pregnancy, but she was shaking things up. There were meetings with her mother, compromising of my surveillance system, freak shows, and accepting numbers from strangers.

  “Get yo’ shit together, G.”

  That day, I fell asleep gripping the base of my stomach but not before I destroyed the final camera. The little game I played was fun, but there was a point being made. If I knew anything about Sosa, it was that his pride was intact. Yes, he may have enjoyed the show, but I was certain that seeing me please myself birthed some ill feelings that he probably didn’t know where to place or how to get rid of.

  It had been four days since that entire fiasco, and I was still waiting for some type of response from Sosa. He hadn’t given me anything to go on. As I listened to Sauni go on and on about how unusually tired she’d been lately, I wondered what the hell he had planned to do next. The guessing game was killing me, and I wanted it to end immediately.

  “Sosa is keeping tabs on me,” I blurted before stuffing the waffle in my mouth. We were having brunch at Breadwinners. Their chicken and waffles were delectable, and we both shared a craving for them, which brought me to my next conclusion. “And you’re pregnant, Sauni.”

  “What? You sound insane.” She jerked back and scrunched her face as if it were impossible. “I can’t be.” As if she let the thought sink in, Sauni’s contorted face straightened, and she repeated the phrase once more.

  “Insane as in informing you that you’re pregnant or for the whole Sosa thing?”

  “Both!”

  “Are very true.” I shrugged. “You’re even hungrier than I
am. Plus, you’ve been more exhausted lately. You even said that you’ve been requiring a mid-day nap to even consider a productive day. Just last week, you said you thought you’d caught a stomach bug. Come on now. You, of all people, should know the signs. Are you in denial or just really haven’t collected the facts?”

  “I really haven’t entertained the idea. I’m on birth control.”

  “Well, it isn’t exactly 100 percent,” I reminded her.

  “I can’t be.” She put her fork down. I assumed she’d lost her appetite.

  “We can always go up the street to Walgreens and find out.”

  “No. I’d rather get my husband to do the honors. I’ve seen enough pregnancy test aisles for a lifetime.”

  “Suit yourself. I need you to get a bit more excited. We’re going to be pregnancy twins,” I joked.

  “Shut up! No we’re not. My family spits out twins like they’re going out of style. I’m too young to be walking around with four children.”

  “Says who? Society? At least your husband is hands on and has his shit together. You too. You are well equipped to handle the load and support your entire family with the money you make from your boutique alone. But you don’t have to. Your husband would shit his pants if you ever swiped your card for the house or the kids.”

  “I know, but still. It’s not always about the finances. Children really affect you mentally more than anything. They change you, and I love who I’m becoming now. I’m finally at a good place in life. I’m not ready to shake things up yet.”

  “Well, that’s what happens when you fuck, Sauni. You make babies.” I wasn’t making her feel any better with my humor, but I didn’t want her feeling down.

  “Can you be serious for a second? And what is this about Sosa keeping tabs on you? How do you know?”

  I wouldn’t mention the entire Raphael situation. Destiny already thought I was insane for being head over heels for a known criminal. I didn’t need my best friend looking at me the same way. Sauni was the one person I needed on my side in all of this.

  “He’s been keeping tabs.”

  Any other time I’d come to Breadwinners, clearing my plate was impossible, yet I was one waffle away from completing my entire meal. My stomach was definitely satisfied, and so were my taste buds. Sauni wasn’t too far behind. She had one and a half left.

  “How do you know?”

  “I found the cameras he had installed. I just don’t get him. Why can’t you just come home instead of watching me like some lunatic?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t call him a lunatic. You have to understand that he knows you’re expecting his child and probably don’t want to miss a moment. Men are funny like that. Plus, let’s not forget that the police are waiting to cuff him and send him away forever. It’s either you let him be there—in his own freakish way—or have his freedom snatched, and he’ll never get to be there at all,” Sauni reasoned with a shrug.

  “Honestly, which would you chose?”

  “To keep him safe, I’d use the system he set up to learn to communicate with him. Or bargain for some form of communication. There’s ways around this, Mili. You just have to figure them out.”

  “I’m trying.” I sighed. “I’ve even gone as far as involving Destiny.”

  “Destiny, Destiny? As in Destiny Shaw?”

  Neither Brielle or Sauni had ever met Destiny, and neither had I until our first dinner. But they’d heard all about her and knew just how much her absence had affected me. Frankly, with Sosa, it felt as if I was going through the same thing all over again. Abandonment was the devil, and it continued to revisit me every once in a while. But this time, I wasn’t for its antics.

  “Yes. I told you that she is the lead detective in his case.”

  “I remember you telling me that. And he assumed you had something to do with all of this.”

  She knew nothing about Sosa holding the gun to my head, but no one did. Some shit was meant to be kept to yourself. The man I loved pointing a gun at my head while carrying his child was one of them. Sosa was a bit misunderstood.

  “Yes. At this point, I’m utilizing all resources, Sauni. I’ve been meeting with her, you know, to see where her head is.”

  “And how is that going for you?”

  “Well, better than expected. She’s willing to do almost anything for the opportunity to be in my life. More importantly, my child’s life. So I asked if she’d make the evidence that has been collected on Sosa disappear.”

  “You didn’t.” Sauni’s fork hit the plate with a ding. Her mouth fell and hand covered her chest.

  “I did. At this point, I’m willing to put my pride aside if it means bringing him home.”

  “I’d do the same.” Sauni nodded, picking her fork up and continuing to stuff her face. “I’d be calling in all types of favors if it was my husband. What does she have to say about all of this?”

  “She declined initially. But then, she called me back after some time and wanted another sit down. She’s in. She’s willing to make this all go away for the sake of her grandchild not facing the same fate as she’d forced me to. I’d be devastated if my kid had to grow up without a father.”

  “I feel you. I wouldn’t know where to begin if my husband wasn’t in the girls’ lives.”

  We’d both come to the end of our meals but continued to chat. “So what happens now?”

  “I’ve been meeting with her on a weekly basis, breaking the ice and getting to know one another. As far as Sosa’s case, it is dissolving piece by piece. She was the lead detective, so it is her investigation. She says that she must find a bigger fish to fry before her team puts Sosa in their rearview. That’s what she’s working on.”

  “Well, that’s a start. In both directions. Do you… Do you have any siblings or anything? I mean, did she marry? What has she been doing all of these years?”

  “According to her, she’s been working. After my father, she said that she hasn’t been able to fall for anyone else. She said that her lonesomeness is punishment for breaking his heart.”

  “Well, I wonder what his lonesomeness is punishment for.”

  “Right!” We both shared a hearty laugh.

  “I’m going to get out of here. I need to get the girls soon.”

  “And don’t forget to remind your man to get the test.”

  Smiling, Sauni sighed. “I won’t. I’ll call you tonight and let you know how that goes.”

  “You don’t have to tell me, because I know how it is going to go. Throw them damn birth control pills away because they’re not about shit.”

  “Oh, fuck you!”

  We said our goodbyes after handling the check. Valet brought both of our cars around, and we were out of the parking lot in seconds. I headed home for a quick power nap because the food I’d consumed had slowed me all the way down.

  Instead of going home immediately, I ended up making a detour after noticing the large sign in Babies’R’Us window that said they were having a blowout sale. My palms started itching, and the sleep I wanted became the furthest thing from my mind. Three hours and a car full of baby goods later, I was wondering who the hell would carry everything into the house because I sure as hell wasn’t.

  My father came to mind, and I made a mental note to call him once I got inside. On his way home from work, he could stop by and swoop the baby’s new gadgets from the backseat and trunk. I’d been able to get the fancy stroller that I’d seen a lot of celebrity moms pushing their babies around in as well as multiple months’ supplies of diapers, a crib, a changing table, a rocking chair, a breast pump, breast pads, a bassinet, and so much more. The crib, chair, and changing table would both be delivered in the next few days.

  My bladder was screaming to be released, so I rushed in the house to relieve myself. As I pushed my front door open, I was startled by a masculine presence in which I hadn’t expected to see, not today. Frankly, not ever again. Confusion invaded my mental space as we stood face to face, staring one another down, won
dering who’d initiate conversation. Yet I had no words.

  “Gauge,” Julio’s thick Mexican accent seeped through his words.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” Tossing my purse on the floor, I took a look around my living room. He’d made a mess of my walls. At the sight of the small cameras on the table, his reason for being in my home became clearer.

  “He sent you, didn’t he!” I barked, picking up the cameras that he hadn’t had a chance to install. “Didn’t he!”

  “Boss’s orders.” Julio shrugged, not doing anything to stop me from destroying his equipment.

  “Asshole! You tell that motherfucker that if he wants to know what I’m doing so damn bad, then come and see me!”

  As I spoke, Julio nodded, offering the same respect he had when Sosa was around. I found it displeasing to know that Sosa was in contact with his worker, but I was still in the dark. It made my blood boil to know that I was jeopardizing my sanity to secure a safe return while he continued to assume that I was on some bullshit. It was the only reason to explain his lack of communication. Sosa honestly thought that I meant him no good. That ripped me to shreds on the inside, but I held my composure.

  “You know what… This is none of your fault. Tell Sosa that if he wants to see what I’m up to, then he’s just going to have to come for himself. If I catch another camera in my house, I’m leaving this motherfucker and never returning. I’ll sleep at Destiny’s house before I let him police my every move.”

  Julio’s nonchalant attitude was not assisting me in any way possible. “Can I help you get the things out of the car, Gauge?” he questioned instead.

  “Are you serious right now?”

  “Yes, I am. I’ve made room in the guest bedroom for baby things to go inside. I will be back to finish my work.”

  “You’ve been through my house?”

  To hell with the composure. I was about to lose my shit. Sosa was able to trust a gun-toting Mexican and not the woman he’d laid down and made a damn baby with. He was all backward, making no sense at all.