by Jade Jones
Marcus grabbed the base of his dick and slowly massaged it as the mushroom shaped head of his penis was sucked. His toes curled and his thigh muscles tightened as he felt a powerful orgasm approaching.
“Damn…here it comes,” he moaned. Seconds later, warm thick not oozed from his dick.
Ki Ki moaned in pleasure as Marcus filled her mouth with his seed. Once she had swallowed all he had to offer, he pulled his flaccid penis from her mouth, and climbed out of his bed.
Ki Ki smiled as she stared at Marcus’s tight ass as he made his way to the master bathroom. She and Marcus had been messing around behind Cameron’s back for almost six months, and Ki Ki wasn’t planning on ending it anytime soon.
Cameron was her best friend, but Ki Ki was enamored with Marcus and had been ever since she first laid eyes on him. He was tall, dark, handsome, and had the bad boy demeanor that she admired. Not to mention he had the best dick game she had ever experienced in her twenty-six years of living.
Ki Ki was slowly but surely falling in love with her best friend’s man, and she was to the point where she didn’t give a damn about Cameron finding out.
Marcus slowly made his way back inside the bedroom. Beads of perspiration lined his forehead. His girl Cameron had no idea that most times when she went to work he was smashing out her best friend. Unlike, Ki Ki, their secret affair was for intimate purposes only. Ki Ki was a freak, and she sucked a mean dick, but there wasn’t a woman in the world that could compete with Cameron for his heart. As fucked up as he treated her at times, he loved her unconditionally.
“Marcus, I have to talk to you,” Ki Ki said.
He sighed and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “About what?” he asked nonchalantly.
“About us,” Ki Ki smiled. “I’m tired of us having to fuck around on the low.”
“Ki Ki, you knew what this shit was when we first started so don’t go there with me,” Marcus said coolly.
“Well, I didn’t think I would fall in love when we first started either,” Ki Ki argued.
Marcus snorted. “Bitch, yo’ ass ain’t in love. Shut that shit up,” he said casually.
Ki Ki sucked her teeth and folded her arms. “Marcus, I’m serious,” she whined like a toddler who couldn’t get their way. “When are you going to leave Cameron—”
“I told yo’ simpleminded ass this shit before,” Marcus barked. “I’m not leavin’ my girl or my mothafuckin’ son for nobody!”
“That’s not even your damn son!” Ki Ki yelled.
20
Marcus suddenly reached over and slapped the shit out of Ki Ki. The force of the blow was so powerful that she fell off the bed, and landed onto the cream carpeted floor with a thud. Marcus stood to his feet and slowly made his way over towards Ki Ki. His fists were clenched and he looked absolutely enraged by her statement.
“Bitch, don’t ever say that shit to me again,” he spat.
Ki Ki touched her cheek which stung from the fierce smack. She looked up into Marcus’s eyes, and he wasn’t at all surprised when her full lips pulled into a sexy smirk.
Marcus scoffed. “I forgot,” he said. “You like that shit, huh?”
Ki Ki slowly stood to her feet and walked over towards him. “I’m sorry daddy,” she apologized. “I won’t say it again. I promise.”
Marcus pulled Ki Ki close and kissed her sloppily in the mouth. The two were alike in more ways than one.
***
Cameron pulled her truck up to pump two, and killed the engine. She had just gotten off work an hour ago, and from there she had picked up her son up from daycare. Same routine, different day, but Cameron wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Ka-nee!” Justin cried from the backseat. He may have only been a baby, but he was smart enough to know that candy was sold inside of the gas station.
“Alright, give me a minute to take my seat belt off, son,” Cameron laughed.
***
Jude slowly pulled his car up to pump four. The 2001 Ford Taurus vibrated whenever it was turned on, and was tad bit noisy, but he was given the car for free so beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Jude had only been out of prison two weeks. He wasn’t living the once carefree life that he had grown accustomed to. However, anything was better than being locked up. He had served six months in the Cuyahoga Department Correctional Facility before he was transferred to a minimum security prison. He served six months there and was released for good behavior, but placed on probationary status for a total of thirty-six months, and had to serve an additional six months in a halfway house before he was finally released into the actual community.
Jude was grateful to take whatever he could get. Life, however, wasn’t the same as it was before he had gotten locked up, but all he could do was adjust. His condo had been foreclosed, and he now resided in a decent, less than luxurious apartment in Cleveland Heights. Instead of earning the big money he was used to making, he now worked at a factory through a temp agency.
Luckily, Stone had continued to look out for him like he promised, and the moment he was released Stone had his boys hook Jude up with a little cash, a car, and an apartment hookup until he was able to get back on his feet. The task wouldn’t be an easy one, but he was determined to get back straight.
Jude turned off the car, climbed out, and made his way towards the gas station to pay for his gas. The moment he opened the door, and stepped inside, he literally froze in place. His heart felt like it had dropped to the pit of his stomach. For a minute, Jude wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Standing several feet away in line stood Cameron looking just as sexy as she did the night he had met her at the Playpen. She had put on a little weight, but it was in all the right places. She wore a tight fitting black tank top and a pair of Union leggings with studded combat boots.
Cameron was rummaging in her purse for her credit card, and didn’t even notice Jude staring at her from afar. His eyes then wandered towards the infant holding onto her leg. Jude’s stomach flip-flopped and questions quickly flooded his mind.
How old is he?
Is he mine?
“Excuse me,” a female spoke up as she stepped around Jude who stood in the doorway like an idiot.
Cameron looked up, but Jude quickly walked off into a nearby aisle before she was able to see him. He felt so foolish, but he didn’t even know what to say her. It had been a year and a half since he had last spoken to her or even laid eyes on her. Jude imagined that she was probably upset with him for pushing her away, but she couldn’t even begin to understand the shit he was going through at the time.
Like a fool, he watched from a distance as she paid for her gas, purchased a Blow Pop for the little boy, and exited the store.
Say something, Jude told himself.
What if that baby’s not even mine?
What if she’s got a dude?
Jude quickly pushed those questions to the back of his mind, paid for his gas, and briskly made his way back to his car. Cameron didn’t even notice him walk past as she pumped her gas since she was so busy texting on her phone.
Jude’s gaze never left her. Apart of him just wanted to say fuck it, and walk over to her and hold her. He then wanted to tell her how much he loved her, and how sorry he was.
What if she’s not even trying to hear that shit, he scolded himself.
The nozzle clicked signaling that the gas was done pumping, and Jude quickly replaced it before climbing into his car. He watched Cameron from his car until she finally finished pumping her gas, and then climbed into her truck. When she pulled off, so did he.
Man, what are you doing, Jude asked himself as he suddenly found himself following Cameron.
***
Xavier lifted his fist to knock on Marcus’s front door, but the door suddenly swung open before his fist even connected. Ki Ki had a half smirk on her face as she slowly stepped around Xavier.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled before walking towards her car.
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p; Marcus looked shocked to see Xavier standing on the opposite side of his door. “Wassup man? Whatchu’ doin’ here?” he asked.
“Is it cool if I come in?” Xavier asked. “I wanted to holla at you about somethin’.”
Marcus stepped to the side, and allowed Xavier entrance. After closing and locking the door, he padded barefoot to the living room. Xavier followed suit.
Marcus took a seat on his sofa. On the glass coffee table in front of him was a small portion of cocaine. He then used a razor to neatly line it up. Marcus did the shit as if he was in the comforts of his own privacy, and it really bothered Xavier.
“Man, I came over here to talk to you,” Xavier said. “I don’t wanna see you do that shit.”
Marcus looked offended. “Last I checked, nigga, this was my mothafuckin’ house,” he retorted. With that said he bent down and snorted the line of cocaine. Marcus shivered dramatically, and wiped his nose of any residue.
“Nigga, this the shit I wanted to talk to yo’ ass about!” Xavier said. “Nigga, you killin’ yo’ mothafuckin’ self!”
Marcus sucked his teeth and waved his homeboy off. “Nigga, gon’ with that shit,” he said dismissively. “You wasn’t sayin’ that when we were poppin’ pills and shit.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t have a family then,” Xavier said. “What type of example are you setting for your son, man? And what type of man are you teaching him to be when you throwin’ ya girl out the car out in the middle of nowhere?” Xavier shook his head in disappointment. “I’m standin’ here talkin’ to you, but it feel like I don’t even know yo’ ass, nigga? The fuck happened to you?”
“You know what happened,” Marcus said with a knowing expression.
Xavier shook his head vehemently. “Nah, man. Don’t try to put your problems on me—”
“I’m just bein’ real. I didn’t start shovin’ this shit up my nose ‘til you get shot—”
“Marcus, grow the fuck up,” Xavier said in a disgusted voice. “I used to respect ya ass, but now you just a sorry ass nigga—”
“What?!” Marcus snapped. “The fuck you say?”
“You heard me,” Xavier said. “You’s a sorry mothafuckin’ nigga—”
Marcus suddenly leapt up from the sofa, and ran full speed towards Xavier where he tackled him senselessly. The two hit the hardwood floors with a thud, and proceeded to tussle and wrestle in an attempt to overpower the other.
“Get the fuck off me, man!” Xavier said through gritted teeth.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! What the hell is going on?!” Cameron yelled stepping into the house. Justin was toted up on her hip and even he looked just as clueless as she did.
Both men quickly stood to their feet, and straightened their clothes. Xavier walked towards the front door. He looked pissed the hell off about the entire ordeal. Once he reached the door, he took one look at Cameron then at Marcus and shook his head.
“I don’t see how you can deal with this dirty mothafucka,” Xavier said before leaving and slamming the front door behind himself.
***
Jude lay awake in bed that evening. He couldn’t sleep. All he constantly thought about was Cameron. Unbeknownst to her, he had followed her all that evening all the way up until she finally made it home.
Why didn’t you just say something, he asked himself. It had been over a year since Jude had last spoken to her, and he doubted Cameron even felt the same about him. Who was he to burst into her life, and demand that they pick up where they left off? Would she even take him serious? He sure as hell wouldn’t.
Jude then turned over onto his side and stared off into the darkness. He thought back to the little boy he saw her with. He looked just like Cameron, but he wondered if the boy was his. The last time Jude and Cameron had spoken to one another she was hollering some abortion shit. At the time, he wasn’t trying to hear it, but now he wondered if she had actually gone through with it. He couldn’t wait to get his questions answered because if he didn’t, the mystery would only eat away at his sanity.
21
Ki Ki giggled as Marcus seductively licked off the small amount of coke that he had placed on her round ass cheek. With his free hand, he slapped her other ass cheek and gave it a firm jiggle.
“Ouch baby,” Ki Ki laughed. She then turned over in his bed, and spread her thighs wide open. “I want you to lick some off my pussy now,” she said eagerly.
Marcus frowned, and sat up in bed, before swinging his feet around the edge. He wasn’t in much of a mood to play anymore. His moods were so up and down. One minute he was hot, the next he was cold.
“What’s wrong?” Ki Ki asked sitting up in bed on her knees. She then positioned herself behind Marcus and proceeded to rub his tense shoulders.
“I just can’t believe that nigga, Xavier came over here yesterday on that bullshit,” he complained. It had happened yesterday, but the shit was still fresh on his mind.
Ki Ki shook her head. “You don’t need him anyway,” she instigated. “I really wish we could just like…up and leave…go far away. Me and you together. No Xavier. No Justin. No Cameron—”
Marcus instantly flung Ki Ki’s hand off him. Evidently, he was not too fond of the fairytale-like ending she had planned for the two of them.
“Yo, how the fuck we start talkin’ about me, and then you somehow make the conversation about you?” Marcus asked in a nasty tone.
“I’m sorry,” Ki Ki apologized. “I was just saying…I mean…don’t you ever get the urge to wanna just up and leave and never look back? Leave your whole life behind,” she said. “You never felt like that?”
Marcus looked at Ki Ki like she was crazy. In all actuality, she was. “No,” he spat. “Who does that shit?” He then scrutinized Ki Ki through squinted eyes. “And why ya ass even move up here from Georgia? Who the fuck moves to Ohio?” he asked in a sarcastic tone.
Ki Ki remained silent. She wouldn’t dare tell him that she had killed the father of her oldest child and fled out of fear. After all, no one knew she had any kids. She had pretty much discarded any and everything that had to do with them including pictures, clothes, and toys. Her mother still had custody of both Tiana and RJ Jr., and Ki Ki had no intentions of regaining custody. They could stay their asses in Georgia for all she cared. She didn’t even want to look at them because all she’d see was RJ’s stupid face, and then flashbacks of him shoving his bare dick up another man’s asshole would come to mind.
Just thinking about RJ, and the level of betrayal he inflicted on Ki Ki set her off. Without thinking clearly, she suddenly slapped Marcus in the face.
He was both surprised and stunned by her reaction. “Are you fuckin’ crazy?!” he yelled before punching her in the cheek with a closed fist.
Ki Ki flew backwards and flopped onto the bed before grabbing her sore cheek. Marcus licked away the blood from his bottom lip. He quickly stood to his feet, and walked into his master bathroom.
“I cannot believe you just fuckin’ hit me,” Marcus said in disbelief. “You really losin’ ya fuckin’ mind, Ki Ki,” he told her.
Marcus had long discovered that Ki Ki had some mental “issues”. He dismissed the fact however because he loved to dig her back out, and she showed him a lot more respect than Cameron ever did, but now she had gone a little too far putting her hands on him.
Marcus looked into his reflection in the bathroom mirror at the small cut on his bottom lip. “Aye Ki Ki, if ya ass still in my house by the time I get out this bathroom, we gon’ have a mothafuckin’ problem…”
“Bay, I’m sorry,” Ki Ki cried. “I wasn’t thinking—”
“Yeah. You weren’t,” Marcus agreed. “Get ya shit and get ya ass out my house.”
“But Cameron doesn’t get off work ‘til two,” Ki Ki argued. “We still have a couple hours together—”
“Ki Ki, ya ass got ten seconds!” he barked.
Ki Ki took her time getting dressed, and once she was fully clothed she took a seat on the edge of Marcus’s bed. Ob
viously, she was totally unfazed by his threat.
Marcus re-emerged, and saw that Ki Ki hadn’t taken heed to his warning. If looks could kill, he would’ve murdered Ki Ki a dozen times over. “You think I’m fuckin’ playin’?” he asked.
Ki Ki smirked. Evidently, she found him to be amusing.
Marcus stomped over towards Ki Ki, snatched her up by her long hair, and literally dragged her out the bedroom. Her crazy ass was actually smiling and giggling the entire time he dragged her to the front door.
After snatching the front door open, he tossed Ki Ki out onto her ass. She slowly picked herself up, and dusted off the fitted spiked shoulder dress she wore.
“You just gonna throw me out?” Ki Ki asked. There was still a look of humor in her expression. “You done got me all horny now…,” she smiled.
Marcus wasn’t trying to hear that shit as he slammed the door in her face.
***
Jude sat in his Taurus as he patiently waited for Cameron to exit the daycare. He felt like a mini-stalker following her all around the town, but he had finally gathered up enough courage to say something. Now the only thing he worried about was her reaction.
Jude sat in the driver’s seat freaking a Black & Mild as he waited. Suddenly, through the rearview mirror, he saw Cameron walk out of the day care and stroll across the parking lot while holding her son’s hand. Butterflies quickly formed in his stomach and for a moment, he actually considered driving off.
Taking a deep breath, Jude slowly opened his driver’s door and approached her. “Cameron,” he called out
Her head quickly whipped in his direction, and she did a double take to be sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. Cameron looked like she had just a saw a ghost. Standing several feet from where she stood was the man who had effortlessly stolen her heart from Silk.
