Don't Come Looking For Love 3: Family Ties

by Natavia

  “You saying that shit now. If that big nigga choke her, she isn’t getting up from that! You will definitely be planning her funeral!” I said.

  “Why is she tripping on you, Killa?” Royal asked him. The waitress brought us some Henny and Ciroc inside a bucket with ice. I poured my drink then leaned back in my chair. The exotic weed Royal gave me mellowed me out.

  “I fucked up,” Killa admitted.

  “What, nigga?” Corey said, getting mad. Didn’t this nigga just tell Killa to choke his sister?

  “Chill out, damn, nigga!” I said to Corey. He waved me off then grilled me.

  “I slipped up and fucked another woman. It wasn’t the nanny though. I admitted it to her. I came out and told her after I did it. So, since I told her what I did, she been accusing me. Jamie is complicated. She wanted a family, and I gave her that. As soon as we moved to Cali, everything changed. She wanted to shop and do all that shit, leaving our daughters with the nanny twenty-four seven. She just turned into someone else. I started looking at another woman. At first, it was platonic then one night Jamie and I got into this big-ass argument. I mean, she threw my clothes out of our crib and all that. I ended up at Jakia’s house,” he said.

  “Damn!” Royal said. I felt sorry for Killa. Being around these niggas opened my eyes when it came to relationships. I heard all their stories, and the shit they went through with their shorties was a lot!

  “So, you been on your Tiger Woods bullshit, huh, nigga?” Corey asked, pissed off.

  “Would you chill the fuck out? Jamie is grown. He ain’t beating on her, so what they do is their business,” Royal said to him.

  Killa waved Corey off then sipped his drink. Royal pulled out a blunt and lit it. That nigga smoked more than O’Shea and O’Shea stayed fried up.

  “So, what are y’all doing? Y’all splitting up or what?” Royal asked.

  “I’m trying to work it out with her. But honestly, I’m thinking we should move back. Cali is just too much for us. We were happier here. I kind of feel like I forced her to move. She really didn’t want to. I just want my old shorty back and that’s it,” Killa said.

  “You hear that shit, Kenjay? Now it’s time for you to kiss and make up with Latavia’s crazy ass,” Corey said laughing. I felt like swinging on that nigga sometimes!

  “Mind your business,” I said.

  “I’m sorry, my nigga, but when it comes to food, I can’t! You need to move in with her, so I can swing by and freeload. I’m still thinking about that oxtail stew she made. I dream about that shit. I almost fucked Rashaad’s big ass up for asking me if there was any more left!” Corey said.

  “Only place you need to swing by is the shrink, nigga!” I replied.

  After we chilled and talked shit, they dropped me off at my crib. I stumbled into the house. I realized I hadn’t talked to my brother today. That nigga had been MIA. I called his phone and he answered. It was late but that nigga barely slept.

  “Yooooooooo!”

  “Damn, nigga, you been MIA!” I slurred.

  “I talked to you yesterday, nigga,” O’Shea said.

  “Yeah, whatever, nigga! Where you at? Everyone came out and chilled tonight except for you,” I said, taking a piss.

  “I’m in Saint-Tropez. Britain and I just got married,” he said.

  “Say word, my nigga? Damn, congrats on that one! But I was hoping you did it the traditional way. Nigga, I was going to give you a bachelor party out of this world,” I said. Britain got on the phone.

  “Seriously, Kenjay?” Britain asked. I laughed.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said to her. I talked to O’Shea for a few more minutes then hung up. I got into the shower and felt weird all of a sudden. The house was empty and quiet. My life was boring because I stopped hustling and I didn’t really have shit to do. I had been partying when I knew I should’ve been shacked up with Latavia.

  I dried off then got into bed. My phone rang and it was Takera.

  “What’s up, shorty?” I asked her.

  “I miss you, Kenjay,” she cooed.

  “Come over here and show me how much you miss me. Be here within the next thirty minutes, I don’t have all night.” I hung up then texted her the address.

  Twenty minutes later, my doorbell rang. I answered it and Takera walked in with her booty shorts and tank top on. As soon as I shut the door she was on me, wrapping her legs around me. I did something I didn’t think I would ever do—kiss her. I kissed her like she was my woman. I kissed her like I loved her. Right on the floor by the door I took her shorts off. I freed myself then entered her raw. She moaned my name and told me she loved me.

  “I love you too!” I said thrusting in and out of her. The doorknob was turning. I heard the key unlock the lock. I was focused on my nut and couldn’t stop.

  “KENJAY!” Latavia screamed. I pulled out of Takera then looked into Latavia’s face. She had tears falling from her eyes.

  “I thought you loved me, Kenjay! You been holding off on me because of her? That dirty-ass bitch?” Latavia screamed.

  “I’m too through with your lying ass!” Latavia said then stormed out of the house. I pulled my shorts up and ran after her. By the time I got to her car the doors were locked. Latavia had a blank expression on her face. She reached for something out of her purse. I realized it was a gun.

  “Open the door, Latavia! I’m sorry, shorty! I’m so sorry!” I pleaded, banging on the window.

  “What about me and your daughter?” she screamed from inside the car.

  “Let’s just talk, Latavia! Please, baby, put the gun down!” I yelled, thinking back to the time she put a gun to her head after my mother and Jace were killed.

  “I’m going to join Jace! I’m going to join him! You don’t love me and I’m tired of fighting for you!” she said, putting the gun to her head then pulled the trigger.

  I found a brick then bust the window out. I reached inside to unlock the door.

  “Baby, what did you do? What did you do?” I cried as I held onto her. Blood ran down her face as her lifeless eyes stared straight ahead.

  I jumped up then wiped the sweat from my forehead. That dream felt real! I felt my face and it was wet. I was crying in my sleep. My heart raced as I thought about how I would lose my mind if something happened to Latavia. I grabbed my phone. Takera called me but I never answered. I hurriedly got dressed and left out the door.

  Latavia

  I woke up to someone banging on my door. It was six o’clock in the fucking morning and I was not a morning person! Then I thought it could be an emergency. I hurried down the stairs and snatched the door open.

  Kenjay stood there with red eyes. He rushed to me, holding me tightly to the point I couldn’t breathe. Adore was moving around like crazy!

  “Thank God! Thank God!” Kenjay said, holding onto me. I was thinking Kenjay’s mind had gone off the deep end. He got on his knees then kissed my stomach.

  “What the hell is wrong with you, nigga? I know you don’t miss me that much!” I fussed, grilling him then he kissed my lips. I was still upset with him. He was partying a lot when he could’ve been spending his time with me.

  “Damn it feels good to hear you curse me out,” he said. I felt his forehead.

  “Are you sick or something? Did you pop a molly again, Kenjay? Remember last time you did that, you stayed high for two damn days!” I fussed. I know this nigga didn’t wake me up for this nonsense, I thought.

  I was having a good dream that he was dicking me down. It was hard for me to sleep while pregnant. I became a moody bitch when someone woke me up.

  “I didn’t pop a molly, shorty, I just wanted to see you and your pregnant stomach,” he said, walking up the stairs to my bedroom. I could hear him rummaging through my medicine cabinet.

  “What is wrong with him?” I asked out loud. I went to my bedroom.

  “Kenjay, what are you doing?” I asked him.

  “Checking your pills,” he said,
dumping them in his hand then started counting them.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “I just wanted to make sure you are taking them. I had a fucked-up dream and I swear it felt too real,” he said, putting my pills back.

  He took his shoes off then got undressed. He got into my bed with just his boxer-briefs on. My hormones started going crazy as I eyed his nice chest and colorful, tatted body.

  I got back into bed then lay down on his chest. He played with my braids.

  “You killed yourself in my dream,” he said. No wonder he was acting all weird.

  “What happened for me to do that?” I asked. He got quiet. I sat up to look at him.

  “You caught me fucking Takera in our house,” he said. I grilled him.

  “What the fuck? Was you thinking about her or something?” I asked.

  “No, she called me. I didn’t answer for her though. But I also think it was because me and the niggas had a conversation about relationships before I went home.”

  “Y’all talk about relationships?” I asked, surprised.

  “Yeah. Men talk about shit. We be cracking jokes about it, but we do talk. We just don’t gossip. Now, that’s some bitch shit right there.”

  “Give me a kiss, Kenjay,” I said and he kissed me. I slid my hands down to his dick then massaged it.

  “Can I have my dick now, Kenjay?” I asked.

  “What else you want?” he asked, sliding my night shirt down my shoulders.

  “I want to be with you. We have been broken up long enough now. I promise I will be more accepting,” I said, looking into his slanted eyes.

  “I want you too. I’m not going to lie, a nigga been jerking off like crazy. I still have pictures of you in my phone. That one with your pussy spread open be having a nigga weak,” he said, laughing.

  “You haven’t been fucking?” I asked. I just knew Kenjay was whoring around. I knew about that bitch Ebony but for him to jerk off meant he wasn’t getting any.

  “Naw! I slipped up with Ebony and that’s it. I have been trying to get my mind right, so when I came back to you, it wouldn’t be any shit. I hope you got yours right too. I’m not trying to go through this shit again,” he said.

  I put his hand between my legs making him rub my bare pussy. He slipped his finger inside of me and I moaned.

  I lay down as he attacked my nipples. They were extra sensitive because of the pregnancy, so you could imagine how good it felt. He flicked his tongue across my nipple then pulled it into his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head. He inserted another finger inside of me then moved them in a “come here” motion.

  “Kenjay, I need it,” I said.

  “Wait for it,” he spat. He kissed down my stomach and Adore started moving around.

  He put a pillow under my ass, propping my pussy up. When he did that I knew he was going to eat me until I screamed. He spread my legs widely until they couldn’t go any further.

  The first lick sent chills up my spine. Instantly my clit throbbed. He gently sucked on it then licked again. Warm liquid flooded out of my sex. I was too horny!

  He opened my folds, exposing my wet hole then stiffened his tongue, inserting it inside of me. If I go into labor early, I’m kicking his ass, I thought to myself.

  In and out of me his tongue moved. He pulled it out then kissed my clit. My legs shook but he held onto them tighter to keep them still.

  “Come in my mouth Latavia! I’m thirsty down here, shorty,” he said, sucking harder, applying more pressure to my swollen bud. I whimpered like a wounded puppy. No grown woman should ever sound like that. He inserted his finger, going in for my spot. My walls gripped his finger then I came so hard my moans got stuck in my throat as a tear slid out of my eye.

  “UMMMMMMMMM!” Kenjay moaned, applying more pressure to my swollen bud. I grabbed his head then grinded on his tongue. Why the hell did I do that? He went faster then started eating me out harder. He let my legs go then gripped me by the hips, slamming me down on his hard and stiff tongue as it drilled into my pussy. I started pulling my own braids, my orgasm was more intense than the first one. I felt my cum run down my ass crack.

  Kenjay sat up wiping his shiny mouth off from my wetness. He freed himself and I almost drooled! That big, pretty dick was about to pierce through my walls with pain and pleasure.

  He ran it down my slit then slowly inserted. He let out a loud grunt as my pussy sucked him in. He spread my legs out as he moved in and out of me. He pulled out then smacked my clit with his heavy dick. My clit jumped. He tasted me then smacked my clit with his dick again. My pussy muscles quenched, making me ooze out.

  “OOHHHHHHHHHH!” I moaned as his thick head pushed inside me. He thumbed my clit as he grinded into me.

  “Open wider for daddy! Yeah, that’s it, shorty! Spread that shit!” he said, going in deeper. Who was I fooling when I called myself trying to leave him?

  He sped up hitting my spot. I grinded into him, moaning.

  “You big dick bitch! Ohhhhh, Kenjay! I love you soooooo much! That’s right, baby! Sling that big wood! Screw this nasty pussy, baby!” I screamed out. He went deeper, pounding into harder. He bit his bottom lip and that alone could make me come.

  “Are you going to leave me again?” he asked, drilling into me faster. He choked me just like how I liked it.

  “That’s it! Come on this dick! You feel that? You feel that shit? UMPPHHHH!” he moaned. I could feel him jerking. He was about to explode and I was coming with him.

  “My pussy is about to explode! OOOHHHHHH SHHIIITTTTTTT! KEENNNNJJJAYYYYYY!” I screamed as I orgasmed. After he released his sperm, he lay down beside me. I pulled the pillow from underneath me then tossed it on the floor. It had too much of our fluids on it.

  A few seconds later, Kenjay was stretched out on his stomach. His tatted strong back and solid toned arms never looked so good. I got up and took a nice bath. By the time I got into bed it was eight in the morning.

  “POP!”

  I jumped up. Kenjay was smirking at me.

  “What the hell you smack me on the ass like that for?” I asked him.

  “That big, round ass looked good! I almost slid my tongue in it,” he said, licking his lips. I rolled my eyes then went back to sleep.

  “POP!” he smacked my ass again.

  “What the fuck!” I screamed.

  “Boo, I’m hungry! Come on and fix your man some food!” he said.

  “NO!” I said laughing. Then he started tickling me. I laughed until I broke wind.

  “Yo, you nasty for that!” he said, laughing too.

  “So, what! I hope it stinks too! Why are you fucking with me, Kenjay?” He smiled.

  “I feel like it,” he said, walking into my closet. He started throwing my clothes on my bed.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him.

  “You are bringing your retarded ass back home. This place is too small. I feel suffocated in here,” he said.

  “It was the only thing I could find on short notice,” I said. He waved me off then continued throwing my clothes on the bed.

  I got out of bed, stretching. I went downstairs to the kitchen to fix him something to eat. I heard my cellphone ringing. Kenjay answered it like it was his phone. He came down the stairs, handing me my phone.

  “Where are your suitcases?” he asked. He was really serious about packing my things. I told him where they were then got on the phone.

  “Hello,” I sang happily into the phone.

  “Hey, Latavia,” Britain said. I only talked to her once after that incident happened with Shia. I called her to see how she was doing. I guess we still felt some type of way from our argument because our conversations had felt forced.

  “Hey, Britain,” I said with excitement in my voice.

  “I’m just calling to tell you I’m sorry. I know I’m late but I’ve been busy. You still love me?” she asked me.

  “Of course I do! I’m sorry too! You know how bitchy I can I be,” I said.

&nbs
p; “You ain’t lying about that,” I heard Kenjay say.

  “Guess what?”

  “What? Are you pregnant again?” I asked, getting excited.

  “Nope! O’Shea and I got married last night!” she screamed into the phone. I screamed, almost dropping the phone.

  “I’m excited for you both! Send me some pictures or something!” I said. I heard O’Shea in the background talking shit.

  “Put that nigga on the phone,” I said to Britain.

  “YOOO!” he said.

  “Don’t get cute, nigga! How are you going to take her away and marry her? Typical celebrity!” I said then he laughed.

  “It was her idea! But you know I couldn’t wait. Britain had a nigga on the back burner. We were supposed to get married a long time ago,” he said. I laughed at them because they were as close to being the perfect couple as any could get. After I talked to them, I continued to fix breakfast. Kenjay dragged two big suitcases down the stairs, setting them by the door.