"You never leaving me Nic!" I said as I kissed her soft lips. "I love you. Don't ever tell me you don't want me. Especially since I need you," I continued as I stroked her insides. Tears streamed her face, and I kissed her all over her face.
"I won't say that again," she moaned and grabbed my face to kiss me.
That shit turned me on like fuck. I pinned her hand back above her head and sucked her nipples. She came and I started to speed up.
"I love you Kendrick, don't ever leave me and your baby to be with another woman again," she whispered.
"Never ba-...Ahhhh this shit is so good and it's all mine," I moaned. I felt like I was gon’ bust at any moment.
I turned my head to the left and kissed her inner thigh by the knee. Our bodies were so close that the sweat made us stick together. I sucked on her fingers and bit her neck.
"I love you Kendrick," she moaned.
"I love you too babe. You and my son."
We made love all night until my little man started crying and she got up to tend to him. I would never mess this shit up again, even if a gun was to my head. Nope. Never.
Chapter Seven: Nic
I know y'all shaking y'all heads at me taking Kendrick back and so quick at that. Truth is, I love him so much and I couldn't just walk away over one mistake. I believed he was sorry. I'd never seen him shed a tear over anything, so to see him do so for me, I knew he meant it. Him fucking that hoe did make me feel a bit insecure, though. He assured me I had nothing to worry about.
I went walking with Kendrick Jr. to get some exercise, and afterward I decided to go to Target to grocery shop and get him some more little outfits.
"Look, your favorite snack!" I said to KJ, and he giggled. I loved spending time with my baby. I kissed his fat face and smiled. "You look just like daddy!"
"Yes he does." I turned around to see Michael. "Hey Nic," he smirked.
"Hi Michael," I said dryly.
"I missed you." He licked his lips and moved closer to me.
"Michael, move back." He grabbed my hand and kissed it, so I snatched it back.
"That should be my baby," he said, gesturing towards KJ.
"But it's not!" I tried to push past him with the basket, but he blocked me. "Michael, don't do this right now. I have my baby here," I pleaded, looking around.
He ignored me. "You don't even look like you had a baby. But it did your body good as hell." He touched my stomach. I had on skinny yoga pants, tennis shoes, and a sports bra.
"Michael..."
He moved in close and tried to kiss me. My baby started to cry, I guess sensing the environment.
"Shut up!" he yelled at him.
"Don't yell at him!"
"That's not my baby! I hate this nigga! He's a product of that thug you fucking with! Made me wait three fucking years and this gang banger waited what, ten minutes?" he yelled.
Just as he was about to grab me, Dice threw his wack ass to the ground. I grabbed my baby and Dice walked me out. "Bye Nic! I'll see you later baby!" Michael yelled after me.
***
We pulled into my driveway at the same time as Kendrick. Before he could stop good, he hopped out and ran to Dice's truck. He opened the door and kissed me hard. He grabbed KJ and helped me out the car. Once we got in the house, he looked over KJ and put him in his play swing. He grabbed me and hugged me tight.
"You okay?!" He looked me over. "Did he touch you?!"
I shook my head no. "He yelled at the baby."
Kendrick clenched his jaw in anger. "I'm sorry Nic, but I'm gon’ have to kill this nigga."
I nodded my head, saying I understood. He kissed my lips. "I love you girl. I was going crazy when Dice told me that nigga had you hemmed up in the store," he said, looking in my eyes. "That nigga thought I was playing. I'm bodying his ass ASAP."
Chapter Seven: Michael Lodenn
Nic was mine whether she had a baby by this thug muthafucka or not. I loved her ass so much, and for her to move on so fast had me pissed. I had my whole future planned out in my head with Nic. Once I made it to the NBA, I would make her my wife and we would have a bunch of babies. I know you wondering why I was messing with Bria if I loved Nic so much. It's simple–Nic was in high school still, and during the day she was busy in class. College is different; you may have two classes 4 hours apart. Anyway, I met Bria while I decided to shoot hoops in the gym in between classes. She played ball too, and we just clicked. I ended up hanging with her nearly every day except weekends, in which I would spend with Nic. As soon as Nic graduated, I was gon’ break it off with Bria and marry her. Unfortunately for me, word got back to Bria about my party and you know the rest.
Nic leaving had literally took a toll on me. I couldn't focus at practice or in the games, and I was missing classes all the time. My mom got me a referral to a therapist and everything ‘cause I've been so depressed. When I saw her at the market with that baby, it made my heart sink. Here my sweet Nic was having a baby by some gangster at only 18 years old. She was a girl who made me wait three years to touch her intimately, and this guy probably turned her into some porn star that fucks on the first date.
She didn't even give me a chance to talk. The only way I would be able to is to wait around for her at that same Target and kidnap her. I wouldn't dare harm her, but I just wanted to explain myself, which she never let me do. I would even accept her baby, I would just adopt him and give him my last name. I smiled at my plan. Once I showed Nic how much I loved her, she would be back with me and I couldn't wait. As for Bria, that was still my girl but like I said, once I had Nic back it was a wrap for her and I. If her dude didn't back off once Nic and I were back together, I would have some of my dad's people handle him easy.
I decided to go to KB's just to see if I could catch this nigga doing anything that I could show Nic that would make getting her back much easier. Hopefully he was even there. I pulled into the lot and it was packed. By this time, parking was $20 fucking dollars, but if this will help me get Nic back then it's an investment. I walked in and "Want Some More" by Nicki Minaj was bumping loud as fuck, and it was some bad bitches on stage. Damn. A smile crept across my face, because I knew her boy Kendrick wasn't letting all this pass him by without touching anything. I tried to play it cool as I swayed to the music, walking in. A beautiful waitress cut me off.
"Do you have a table here tonight?"
"Nah, how much is one?"
"Well, it's packed tonight so $2000, which includes 1 bottle of grey goose, 1 bottle of patron, and two carafes - one with passion fruit juice and one with cranberry. You also get 1 platter of BBQ wings and fries," she replied, cocking her head to the side and waiting on my response.
I exhaled heavily. That's a lot of fucking money. "Y'all take cards?" I finally asked.
"Of course!" she smiled.
Thank God I had my credit card that was joined with my fathers. "Here you go."
"And then I need to see your I.D. for the bottles."
I gave her my fake I.D. She knew it was fake, but she was feeling me so she let me proceed. I sat at my table and poured myself a drink. It was nice as hell. It was an elevated booth, with soft ass blue velvet couches and seats. The floors of the booth were see-through glass that lit up different colors. There was a stainless steel fridge to keep the drinks or juice cold just in case, and an iPad set up to order more bottles or food. This place was upscale as hell, but Kendrick still wasn't shit.
Some chick named Paris was introduced and my dick got hard soon as I saw her. She was thick as hell, flat stomach, fat ass, and big titties. I knew this nigga wasn't letting that get by. She had long brown hair with golden highlights and a pretty ass smile. I only brought $100, but she deserved that shit. I walked away from my table and threw my money at her while she was in a squatting position, removing her panties. We made eye contact, and my dick got rock hard. Fuck. If Kendrick wasn't, I was definitely gon’ try and slide up in her tonight. I went back and sat down once she was done. She came out and "My Way"
by Fetty Wap came on; perfect song for how I was feeling. I was about to walk up to her, but she walked to another table of niggas. She attempted to sit on one guy's lap but he moved her, making her look sad. I decided to walk over and ask her for a private room dance. I was craving that pussy.
"Excuse me, Paris?" I said, clearing my throat. She looked at me, and so did the guy whose lap she attempted to sit on; it was Kendrick. The dudes with him stopped dancing and looked at me as well.
"What’s up little nigga?" he smiled, obviously drunk and high. I spotted Nic's name tatted on his neck when he turned to the guys sitting next to him. That shit pissed me off, especially ‘cause she had "Mrs. Kendrick King" tatted on her inner wrist when I saw her at the store.
"Sup," I said to him and quickly turned my attention back to the lady. "Paris, can I get you for a private dance?"
"Nah muthafucka. You got to go!" Kendrick yelled.
"What?" I frowned.
He stood up, "Did I stutter muthafucka? If I did, you heard me twice! Now get the fuck out my shit before I blow your brains out, bitchboy!" He yelled.
I was so embarrassed. This nigga just sonned me in front of the all these niggas and people in that area. The niggas sitting next to him were drunkenly laughing and shit. They had to be related ‘cause they all had dark green eyes.
"This nigga…" the one with dreads and green eyes said, frowning and pointing at me.
"I paid my money! $2000! I ain’t leaving," I shot back.
Kendrick looked at his kinfolk and they all laughed. He reached in his pocket, pulling out a knot of cash. He unfolded it and made it rain over me.
"There’s your money, now pick it up like the little hoe you are and get the fuck on!" he yelled, showing his gun and raised his eyebrow. The whole club was laughing until he showed his gun.
"I don't know what Nic see's in you," I frowned.
"Damn. Well, I'll ask her tonight when I'm putting another baby in her," he smiled and sipped his drink.
I had never felt like less of a man than I did in that moment. I don't know what Nic saw in this devil. My baby was sweet and innocent, and here she was on the arm of this thug ass nigga, having his babies and shit. I flared my nostrils and stormed out. Before I did, I looked back to see Kendrick laughing with his brothers. Paris was laughing and tried to caress his face, so he kicked her out the booth. But it was cool, because I was gon’ get this nigga back in the worst way. He better enjoy all the time he has left with Nic and his baby.
Chapter Seven: Kendrick
I couldn't believe this nigga had the nerve to come up in my spot buying tables and shit. He lucky his ass was still breathing right now, because I had every intention on murking his ass!
"Damn baby, he just wanted a private dance," Paris chimed in.
"Fuck is you talking about?" I turned my face up irritated.
"You blew up on him when he asked me for a dance," She chuckled. She was annoying as hell.
"No, I blew up on him because he tried to press up on my bitch, who ain't you. It had nothing to do with yo ass," I spat.
"Yeah calm your ass down. We don't get mad over community pussy," Kendreeis chimed in, causing us all to laugh.
I felt her caress my face, and I slapped her hand down. "You got to go Paris. Go entertain the customers."
"Why Kendrick?"
"’Cause you being too touchy. You already know what it is. Look at my neck."
"I saw that bullshit already," she said, folding her arms.
"Step," I told her, not bothering to look at her.
"Kendriiiiiccckkkk. I wanna be in here with you! You a customer right now, ain’t you?" she whined, standing up.
"Paris. Please ma," I pleaded, looking up at her.
She stormed off and my brothers started laughing. "She stay sweating me. It's like she just don't get it."
"Bro you got to realize she used to be able to hop on that dick 24/7, so she having withdrawals," Kendon said, blowing smoke out his mouth and causing us all to laugh.
"Well too damn bad."
We partied until about 3 am, then I was ready to go home.
"You still mad, daddy?" Paris asked, grabbing my arm as I was walking out. She started caressing my biceps through my jacket. I snatched my arm from her and kept it pushing.
***
I got home around 3:45 am and was high and drunk off my ass. Thank God Draco didn't enjoy recreational drinks and drugs, ‘cause he stayed being my designated driver.
"Niiiiiiicccc," I sang as I walked up the stairs. When I walked in our room, she was sitting up in bed writing. "Hey beautiful," I said as I leaned for a kiss.
"Ugh Kendrick, you're drunk!" she said, moving away and laughing.
"So you don't love me no more ‘cause I'm drunk," I replied, fake pouting.
"Of course I do. Come here baby," she said, grabbing my face and planting soft kisses on my lips.
"Mmmm. What you writing?"
"Some homework for my business class."
"Nice. You want to own a business?"
"Yeah. I want to open a nail bar. What do you think?"
"I think that's a great idea. You think they could hook a player up with a French tip?" I joked, kicking off my shoes.
"No nigga!" she laughed.
I began to undress down to my boxers and got in bed next to her. I turned on the TV.
"I saw your ex tonight."
"Michael?"
"Yeah. Nigga tried to come in and boss up like I didn't have a price on his head."
"Oh my God, Kendrick you didn't–"
"No I ain't kill his bitch ass in a room full of people, Nic. But I will." I looked over at her as she stared off. "You don't want me to?"
"You think you need to?"
"Hell yeah. He was all in your face knowing you've moved on. Dice said the nigga was acting bold. He is off Nic," I said looking at the TV.
"Michael? No. I just think he is sad. Don't kill him just yet Kendrick."
"Why, you love him or something?" I said, changing the channels staring at the TV. I felt her staring at me.
"No. I love you and I don't want nothing to happen to you or your freedom to be here with me and our baby over a harmless person like Michael."
I didn't respond and stared at the TV. She closed her notebook and straddled me while removing her top. She only had on black lace panties with no bra. Her titties sat up just right, and her stomach was flat and sexy. I loved that belly button ring and nipple piercings.
"Will this make you pay attention?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head yes with a smile while holding her waist. "Good. Now wait a bit. If he acts out again, then do as you please. It's just Michael is known all over for basketball, and if he comes up missing they won't stop until they find who hurt him."
"Aight ma. Since you so worried about me and love me so much. I won't off his ass just yet," I said smiling. "But he approach you one more time, I'm burning his ass alive," I continued.
She smiled back and started to trail kisses from my lips down to my dick. She took me into her warm wet mouth and went to work. The sound of her slurping and moaning had me about to bust. She made my shit disappear, and I felt her tonsils on my head.
"Damn baby. Fuck," I moaned while pressing my chin in my collarbone to look at her.
I palmed the back of her head and gripped her hair, causing her to speed up. She had my dick coated in saliva. She slid off it slow and made a pop sound. She went down some to suck and lick my balls as she stroked my dick with her small hands.
"Nic, baby. What-- wh--" I stuttered like a little bitch.
She started back on my dick and played with my balls at the same time. My stomach tensed up along with all my muscles.
"Ahhuuhhhh baby," I moaned as I released into her mouth.
She swallowed it and continued to suck slow as hell, making sure to get it all. She got up and went to brush her teeth. I watched her walk away in shock as if she was a ghost. That was hands down the best head I had ever got
ten in my life. I sat there stunned for a bit, then passed out. Yes, I passed out over some head; I pray she wasn't expecting dick after that.
Chapter Eight: Kendon
I hadn't spoken to Jessica since she whooped Gina's ass. I loved her, but she was always trying to be the man. I wanted a woman, not some dike bitch. Truth be told, I did sleep with Gina back in high school but that's when I was young and dumb and trying to be big pimping like Kendrick, Kendreeis, Kayden, and Khayman. I loved Jessica then, but I had the wrong mindset. After Jessica and I stopped talking, Gina was down for me as in she did what I needed her to for business. In return, I gave her some dick. Her, Paris, and July were the first bitches hired on to strip at KB's, and our friends with benefits relationship just blossomed. Gina was never wifey material because she was too loose and had no goal but to be wifed by a rich nigga and have his babies, and that was not gon’ be me. A lot of niggas hit, including my cousins, so for her to think she was gon’ be my bitch was beyond me.
I was in my office at KB's, and Jessica knocked and walked in. I was still mad at her, but happy to see her. She opened her trench coat and all she had on was pasties and a G-string. Her breast were round and perky, making my mouth water. I had to play it cool though.
"What's up Jess?"
"I came to audition. Are y'all hiring?" she smirked.
"Well show me what you got."
I turned on “Say It” by Neyo, and she started dancing seductively. My dick was hard immediately. She was doing it all, making her ass clap and all kinds of shit. That's what I loved about her ass, she was freaky as fuck. It was just that woodsman mentality she had. She was now butt ass naked and walked over to me. Soon as she got close enough, I latched on to her nipple, sucking on it for dear life.
"Ahhhhhh papi!" she moaned. I loved when she called me that.
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