My Baby Is A West Coast King 3

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Shai, you’re being over the top.”

  “Nah, I’m not. You think it’s okay for you to come up in here while I’m laid up in the hospital and tell me you almost fucked another nigga? Fuck out of my room.”

  “So what! You actually cheated on me! If I did have sex with another guy at that time, it wouldn’t have been cheating.”

  “What, you’re waiting to even the fucking score? Why take me back if you’re just trying to get even?”

  “I’m not, Shai. I just… never mind. You want me to go, I will go.”

  “Thanks.”

  I turned to face the window in the hospital room, and I could feel her looking at me for a few moments before snatching her shit up and leaving.

  I stayed up for about an hour, missing her and low-key regretting that stupid ass argument, but her comment had gotten to me and pushed me over the edge. She knew better than a lot of muthafuckas that it didn’t take shit to get me pissed off and ready for war.

  Once that hour passed, a nurse entered and administered to me some medication that knocked my ass out before I could think about anything else…

  ***

  I woke up to see the sun was shining through the window, so it must have been daytime. I heard someone rustling, so I looked over thinking it was Laine, but it was my mother and aunt Doreen.

  “How are you feeling, sweetie?” My aunt neared the bed and caressed my face.

  “I’m fine. Where is Nate’s mom?”

  “She’s at home. She came to see you but you were knocked out and didn’t appear to be waking up anytime soon.”

  “I need some water, and I need a bath or some shit.” I groaned trying to sit up, so my aunt helped me.

  “I’ll go get you some water, juice, and tea, then I’ll let a nurse know to clean you, okay?”

  “No, let my mom go.” I looked to my mother briefly.

  “No, your auntie is gonna go. Go ahead, hermana (sister), I got him.” My mom waved my aunt off to tell her to leave.

  “D, no, I asked you to let—”

  “Mischief, honey, it’ll be fine. I’m coming right back, okay?” My aunt caressed my face with a somewhat worried expression and then tried to turn, but I grabbed her wrist.

  I shook my head ‘no’ when she looked to me. I wasn’t feeling my strongest, and I needed her to stay alone with me instead of my mother.

  This shit gave me flashbacks to the days when I would beg her not to allow my mother to take me away with her for days at a time. Had me missing school so she could keep me locked up in a room with her. Not that a nigga wanted to be in school, but shit, it was better than having to deal with this bitch trying to fuck her own son.

  “Go, Doreen!” my mother shouted.

  “Blanca, I will just stay and—”

  “No, he is my son! I said go!” my mother roared, pointing to the door and glaring at my aunt. “Get out!”

  My aunt removed her wrist from my grasp, and darted towards the door to leave and get what I needed. As soon as she left, I started looking around the room, wondering where my phone was. I felt my mother nearing the bed, and once she got close, she laid me back, prompting me to frown at the pain. The nurse told me any sudden movements could burst my stitches, so even though I wanted to shove the shit out of her, I couldn’t.

  “Ma, stop.”

  “Stop what? I’m helping you lie down.” She smiled, rubbing my hair once my head hit the pillow. “Even like this, you’re so handsome, baby.”

  “Ma,” I grumbled, lightly moving her hand from rubbing down my chest.

  “I made that little hoe leave. She came here about thirty minutes ago, but I was sure to tell the doctors not to allow her in.” She giggled, flashing her pretty, devious smile.

  I tried to move her hands again, but she pulled from me and went under the covers, then under the hospital gown. As soon as she touched my dick, the door to the room opened, and in walked Chaz and Kordell. My mom quickly yanked her hand away and started pretending that she was making me more comfortable by fixing the covers.

  “Look at this nigga laid up like a bitch.” Kordell sucked his teeth and looked for a seat.

  “Excuse me? Watch your mouth, mijo.” My mother placed her hand on her hip. She then leaned down to kiss my forehead, my cheek, and lastly the corner of my mouth, which I turned away from.

  “Chaz,” I said.

  “You good?” He came to me, prompting my mother to move away and lean down to hug Kordell who wasn’t too receptive, which surprised me. He always tried to give her the benefit of the doubt.

  “Make her leave for me,” I whispered to Chaz.

  He stared down at me for a few and then turned to face my mom.

  “Aye, get up out of here for a minute so we can discuss a few things, mama.”

  “Why? What do you have to discuss that I can’t hear, Chaz? I’m your mother.”

  “Oh word? Didn’t know that. But on the real, I need you to go.”

  My mom looked up at Chaz, and then to me, before grabbing her purse and heading towards the door.

  “I’ll be back in an hour after running errands.”

  My brothers looked at one another then me, but I just stared out the window. I’d never told them shit, and I hadn’t planned on it. Only person that knew about this situation was Laine, my baby, and I was letting bullshit get in between us at a time when I needed her most.

  Laine Loren

  A week and a half later…

  Mischief’s stupid ass mother got me removed from the visiting list, and his punk ass auntie was too scared of her sister to do something about it. When I say I was gonna whoop that bitch’s ass, I meant it. I didn’t care if she was his mother; I was pounding that bitch’s face in. Only reason I didn’t do it at the hospital was because there were police and shit around, and I didn’t want to cause so much ruckus while Mischief was ill and grieving over his homeboy. But best believe, now that he was out, his mama was getting knocked the fuck out.

  My hands were shaking at the thought of wringing her neck and popping that hoe in the face. I was gonna do it for trying to come in between my nigga and me, and also for what she did to my baby when he was younger. I’d already researched the ways to protect my unborn while kicking ass.

  I made it up to Mischief’s apartment door, carrying some things I’d picked up from the grocery store. I had cookies, juice, water, soup, and some stuff that I could cook for him if he wanted something heavier.

  “Hey, beautiful.” This old ass nigga that lived next door to Mischief smiled at me.

  “Hi.” I nodded with a closed mouth smile.

  “Need some help with that?”

  “Uh, no, no thank you.”

  I hurriedly unlocked the front door and rushed inside. Closing and locking it, I carried the things to the kitchen, and put everything away before taking a bottle of water from the package and going to the bedroom. I could hear Mischief in the bathroom brushing his teeth with that loud ass electronic toothbrush. After a few moments, he came out, hitting the light on his way. He was wearing boxers, sweats, and socks, with no shirt. He looked so good, even with the white gauze taped to his body in various places where he’d been shot. He’d gotten out of the hospital this morning, but didn’t look like it with his fine ass.

  “Hi, baby.” I smiled and he nodded nonchalantly before climbing onto his bed and lying on his back. “Are you hungry?”

  “No. What you doing here?”

  “What do you mean what am I doing here?”

  “I thought you had a nigga somewhere that you could fuck.”

  “Seriously, Shai? You’re still on that?”

  “Nah, I’m fucking with you, but who was it? Who was the nigga that you almost let hit? I need you to tell me that part.”

  “No one, Shai. I just said that to piss you off.”

  I was talking about Rico when I said it, but truthfully, I hadn’t had any plans on letting him fuck me. It’s just when Mischief was coming at me like I was some li
ttle loyal puppy that would never fuck around, I got upset and said what I’d said.

  I didn’t know why it made me so angry because I took pride in the fact that I wasn’t some gutter butt hoe, ready to let any nigga stick me just because he took me out on a date. What Mischief was saying to me was a compliment, but he said it the wrong way, so I took it the wrong way.

  “So there was no nigga that you entertained while you and I were apart?” He sat up on the bed, staring deeply into my eyes. He was so intimidating.

  I didn’t know if he was asking to make sure, or if he was asking because he already knew. See, us women ask questions like that usually when we already have the answer and are waiting for the nigga to lie so we can chop his balls off. But men weren’t that smart, nor were they able to control their emotions as well, so I guess if Mischief knew something already, I’d be laid out on the floor with a hot bullet in my chest. I planned to say no, but I’d hate for him to hear from his friends or something, so I decided to just be honest.

  “I-I went on one date, Shai. But it was just dinner and straight home. There was no kissing, or sex—”

  “Did he touch you?”

  “I mean it depends what you mean—”

  “Did his muthafucking hand touch your skin, ya body; you know what the fuck I mean when I ask that shit!”

  “No!” I panicked. I damn sure was not about to tell him Rico touched my thigh and kissed the side of my face. I guess because he was already furious, and my thigh was his favorite spot.

  “Who was it?”

  “It was Rico, Shai.”

  “Wooooowww!” He laughed, placing his fist at his mouth. His smile was so beautiful, yet you rarely saw it. “We break up for two seconds and you out on the town with that bitch ass nigga? Okay.” He nodded, licking his sexy lips.

  “It was one time.”

  “Get out.”

  “What?” I frowned, having to stop myself because my reflexes had me about to punch his ass in the mouth.

  “I said get out. I’m done with you.”

  I searched his face for a hint of humor, but nothing was there. He cleared his throat and raised his brow like he was waiting for me to leave. He didn’t even look upset or sad, and I think that hurt the most.

  “You’re done with me?”

  “Yeah, you deaf?”

  “No. No, I’m not leaving.”

  He sighed and got up from the bed, and I watched him walk around to the side I was on. He gripped my arm, not roughly but tightly, and brought me to my feet to start walking me out of his bedroom.

  “No! I’m not leaving!” I shouted, shoving him as he held tightly onto my arm.

  “Laine. Stop. It’s not that serious. Just go.” His voice was so calm like we didn’t have any history between us, and like we hadn’t told each other that we loved one another 24/7.

  “No!” I yanked from him and darted back to his bedroom. He followed me, and when he grabbed my waist, I turned around and pushed him hard as fuck. “I’m not going anywhere. You not done with shit! Just like you wouldn’t let me leave you, I’m not letting you leave me! You don’t like that I went out on a date with Rico, oh fucking well! Get the fuck over it!” I hollered through tears. He just stared down at me with his arms folded, not fazed one bit.

  “Go.” He pushed me very lightly, but because he was so strong I stumbled a bit. That pissed me off even more that his little bitch push had actually moved me.

  “I said no!” I shoved him again, making sure not to touch where the gauze was.

  “I don’t want you and I need you to leave.”

  “After all of this you think you can just tell me to leave and everything is gonna be done? No! I didn’t even do anything! It was one date, Shai!”

  “You probably fucked him,” he replied dryly. “Now come on.” He smiled a little and took my hand but I snatched it.

  “I said no, nigga! And if you tell me to leave again, I’m fucking you up!” I spat. “You’re so stupid! All of this because of one little date,” I sobbed hysterically.

  “Aye, come here.” He tried to bring me closer but I moved away. He man-handled me until he got me into a hug from behind. “I’m only kidding, Laine. But damn, you love a nigga, huh?” He laughed.

  “Are you fucking serious?” I tried to turn my body but he was gripping me too tautly, as he kissed on my neck. “You made me cry for a laugh?”

  “I swear to God I didn’t think you were gonna act like that, baby.” He chuckled, trying to muffle it because he saw I wasn’t joking. “I thought you were gonna storm out, and then I was gonna come get you, but you kept the shit going so I kept it going.”

  “I hate you.”

  “Nah, you love me.” He hugged my body tighter, bringing me back into his chest. “At least I know this shit is real. You was not leaving my ass, huh?” he laughed, kissing the corner of my mouth as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. “Baby, I was kidding, I swear to God.”

  WHAM!

  He turned me to face him and when he did, I slapped the shit out of him. In typical Mischief fashion, he just laughed.

  “Don’t do stupid shit like that!”

  “I’m sorry, I won’t do that again. Aye, but admit yo’ ass is crazy. How you gon’ stop a nigga from breaking up with you?”

  Chuckling lightly, I shrugged.

  “Same way you basically did it to me.”

  “Well, see how I felt? I couldn’t accept that shit for nothing.”

  I nodded, understanding. I was still angry as fuck at his cruel joke, but happy that it was a joke.

  He pulled me into a hug again, before tilting my head back and pressing his lips against mine. We stood there, slowly sucking one another’s lips until I felt like my juices were gonna drip down my legs, and his hard dick pressing against me. Our breathing became labored once we introduced our tongues, and continued to kiss slowly, hungrily, and sensually.

  As I pushed down on his sweats, he gripped the ends of my short dress and began to pull it up. I removed the dress myself, not wanting him to have to move too much, and then I helped him out of his boxers and sweats. He bent down to remove my bra and panties, then kissed his way up until he took one of my nipples into his mouth. Caressing his head as he went to town on my nipples, I let my head fall back as I moaned. I never cared for nipple sucking until I met Mischief. He took the shit seriously and it felt so good.

  “Put that pussy on my face,” he demanded as he laid on his back.

  I climbed up his sexy body, admiring every perfect inch until my pussy was right above his face. He gripped my hips to lower me, and I started to grind slowly against his mouth. He latched onto my clit and began sucking gently, while rubbing and groping my ass cheeks.

  “Fuck,” I whimpered, already feeling myself about to burst.

  The way his tongue flicked over my bud just before he sucked on it, was driving me insane. I continued to ride his mouth as he went to town on me, slurping up the juices I spilled. My body tensed up as I gripped his kinky hair that he hadn’t had a chance to cut, while winding my hips.

  “Oh, oh my gosh, mmm,” my voice trembled as I tucked my lips in, looking down at his face as I slowly fucked his mouth. “Ah!” I screeched, feeling the second orgasm rip through my body. He pressed my bottom half into his mouth while he licked me clean, French kissing between my legs passionately and perfectly.

  “Ride it backwards.”

  I did as he asked, and mounted his dick backwards. I began to bounce on it at a medium pace, as he groped and squeezed my ass. That shit felt so good in combination with him stroking my walls. I bit down on my lip, and closed my eyes as I attempted to get adjusted to his long, thick rod.

  “Look back at me.”

  I looked over my shoulder, circling my hips and gliding slowly as he filled me up. He was biting down on his plump bottom lip, while his big tatted hands ran amuck all over my ass and back.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I cried.

  “Hold my ankles so I can see.” I lean
ed forward to grip his ankles, and moved a little faster up and down his dick. I heard him moaning and groaning at the feeling and sight, which caused me to reach my peak. “Damn, baby. You came hard as fuck.”

  He started to get up so we could do doggy style, and I tried to stop him since he was recovering still. He was strong as a bull, however, so he quickly nipped my physical protest in the bud. I had my face in the bed, my ass in the air, and him kissing my pussy from the back while caressing my thighs. I gripped the comforter as I exploded again, and once he ran his tongue down the length of my vagina, he forced his way back inside of me.

  “You know a nigga love you, right?” he panted, slamming into me. “Fuck, Laine. Damn.”

  I couldn’t answer him because I was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably. Our skin was making so much noise, along with my cries, his groans, and the sound of his pole plunging inside of my wet center. We were doing some full on fucking, and I had cum so many times my body was weak.

  Gripping the front of my neck, he pulled my back into his chest and began bouncing me in his lap as he toyed with my clit using his free hand, and sucked my neck hard.

  “Ahh, ahh!” I screamed out, clutching the comforter in my hands as he pounded me hard, deep, and fast. He spread my legs even wider while I was still in his lap, and I came so hard my body jerked.

  “You gon’ have my baby?”

  “Ye-yeah!”

  “Whose pussy is this, Laine?” he quizzed, playing with my clit even quicker, and bouncing me in his lap even faster.

  “Yours, baby. Mmm, shit.” My voice shook like I was in a blizzard as I exploded.

  “Fuck,” he grumbled, just before he pumped me harder and came inside of me.

  We both collapsed down onto the bed, and just laid there panting and sweating.

  “I’m pregnant, Shai,” I blurted as he kissed down my sweaty back.

  He breathed heavily for a little bit, and then turned me onto my back so that he could see my face. Moving my hair back, he kissed my lips and just stared at me for a while.