Baby Momma 2

by Ni'chelle Genovese

  I couldn’t move, suddenly thinking, Yeah, Larissa, how the fuck would I not know? I was scared that if I made eye contact with her the look on my face would suck the life from her body, killing her on the spot and the truth would never be known. Then I’d still be right here, stuck in the same dumb-ass situation. So I didn’t dare move a single, solitary muscle or make a sound.

  “Um, it . . . it wasn’t meant to be like for her to have no habit or nothin’. I jus’ did it ’cause I read somethin’ in this book we have in our library. You see, there was this voodoo priestess and she wanted her chieftain to come to her bed every night and not sleep with his other wives or ho around. So, every day she gave him a slow-acting poison and every time he chose her for sex she’d give him the antidote.”

  I was pretty sure Bird Bitch and I had the same exact “bitch, is you crazy?” look on our faces while Ris was talking.

  “Well what happened is, eventually the chieftain got rid of all the other women and picked priestess ’cause he realized he always felt the best when he was with her and only her.”

  She paused, taking a deep breath the same way Trey did whenever I caught him in a lie and he was forced to tell me the truth; the rest of her words came out in rushed detail.

  “So I got some coke—not no street shit. They cut that wit’ who knows what and that could fuck somebody up somethin’ serious and I ain’t want that to happen. I put it on my finger and stuck it in her ass one day durin’ sex. She ain’t even like that shit, Doctor, and I swear she ain’t know. I jus’ figured if she got a high from sex wit’ me she wouldn’t want anyone but me, an’ the only way I could give her the coke without her knowin’ was anally—so that might be why she tested positive, ’cause it was pharmaceutical grade. I mean like really good shit.” Larissa had started crying by the end of her fucking confession and I was two seconds away from tryin’ to figure out if I could press charges on some shit like that or just whoop her ass. I still couldn’t believe this shit.

  “You did what to me?! All that li’l ‘lemme show you a trick, play wit’ ya ass’ bullshit? Ris! My ass was numb for like two days! Did Lania have it on her strap too? Did y’all give me anything that night?”

  Ris shrugged and I immediately regretted my outburst, lying back down, out of breath, my head feeling like it was splitting in half. I couldn’t believe it. I was just flabber-fuckin’-gasted at this one. Bird Bitch was standing there, shaking her head back and forth in disbelief with her mouth opening and closing. She obviously wasn’t used to lesbian sex, foreplay, or any of the toys, and we’d just given her a crash course.

  “I . . . I . . . I’ll l . . . leave you t . . . two alone for a m . . . moment.” She spun her tight-faced self around and marched out of the room so fast I was surprised the tiles didn’t fly up off the damn floor.

  There was nothing for me to say to Ris. All I could do was lie there staring at her in utter disbelief. She stood there crying, looking back at me like a damned fool. Voodoo priestess? Those were old wives’ tales, folklores. Out of all the life-empowering shit I had up in the library I just couldn’t believe she’d actually read that particular one and tried to actually apply that shit to our life. What if I’d gotten addicted, or she’d gotten hold of some bad “pharmaceutical” shit and it’d killed me?

  “I only did it—”

  Holding up my hand I turned my face away, unable to look at her any longer. I didn’t even want to hear it. I’d been drugged by my own wife. Never in a million years.

  “Baby, I don’t wanna lose you. I love you.”

  I ignored her. On one hand I had my ex trying to kill me, and on the other hand, my wife drugging me to keep me. What the fuck kind of bullshit karma is this? I just couldn’t seem to catch a damn break.

  CHAPTER 15

  KARMA’S A BITCH . . . ONLY IF YOU ARE

  They finally said I could be released after being stuck in that hospital for damn near two and a half weeks. Honestly, I thought Bird Bitch was just scared that me or Ris was gonna try to take her damn cookies when no one was looking. You know, since Ris rolled up in there and had her thinking we were lesbo, coke-sniffing, playing-in-ya-booty swingers. Wasn’t nobody worried about Bird Bitch’s old scary ass, I just wanted to go home. I’d asked Jim to arrange for a car to pick me up. I didn’t want Ris driving me anywhere and definitely not in one of our cars until I could have them checked out. I guessed Rasheed thought he’d actually killed me or something, because the entire time I’d been in the hospital everything seemed to be pretty quiet.

  “Michelle you have to use the wheelchair; it’s policy.”

  I glared at Bird Bitch, happy that this was the last order and hopefully, the last time I’d ever have to hear her annoying-ass high-pitched voice. Reluctantly, I sat down and let the orderly wheel me to my car. Covering my eyes with my hand, I was momentarily blinded by the sudden exposure to the midday July sun. As the automatic door opened I welcomed the transition from hospital air to real air as it rushed over me. I waited for my eyes to adjust. I was literally thawing out. The transition from the cold, sterile hospital to the humidity and the sun on my skin made me feel alive again. Ris had brought my favorite turquoise sundress and flip-flops for me to wear home and I was thankful because any more clothing and I’d be sweating my ass off.

  Walking into the house I couldn’t help feeling a mixture of remorse and happiness. The place was just as I’d left it. Except for some ugly-ass oversized cream and tan couch where my old dark chocolate leather one used to be. That shit better be stain guarded. Ris must’ve picked it out because there is no way I want the kids jumping they li’l asses all over a cream couch. I frowned, the memory of why I needed a new couch suddenly making me feel sick to my stomach.

  “Mommeeeeee.” Trey ran up to me and I kneeled down and squeezed him so hard he squeaked. I loosened up, kissing his little cheeks. He smelled just like all little boys should smell—like cookies and dirt.

  “You smell like a puppy,” I teased him, rubbing my nose up against his neck, tickling him.

  “I’m not a puppy. I’m a boy. Mommy an’ me an’ Taya have surprises for you.”

  The last person I really wanted to see was Ris, but I couldn’t avoid her forever. “Okay, baby, where are they at?”

  “Um I’m s’posed to keep you occ . . . occ . . .”

  I smiled at his little scrunched-up forehead, deciding to help him out with the word before he developed a stutter. “Occupied, baby?”

  “Yeah”—he was nodding his head like I’d solved a riddle—“dat’s da word him used.”

  “That’s the word he used. And, who is this ‘he,’ baby?”

  “Ount know. Mommy said call him Daddy, but I didn’t ’cause I wanted to ask you if he’s Daddy, but Taya . . . Taya tried ta say it an’ she said ‘Da Da Da Da.’”

  Lord, where the fuck is Ris at? What did Trey mean she told him to call somebody Daddy? I scooped Trey up, grabbed my cell, and marched toward the kitchen, confident that at any second I could have any one of my guys in there if I needed help. Hell, I done seen 101 movies where the psycho killer takes the whole family hostage and all kinds of crazy shit happens so I was ready for damn near anything. I guessed it was time to face the music and deal with this nigga face to fuckin’ face. Man to woman.

  “Trey, man, what happened to keepin’ her occupied?”

  “I’m only four.” Trey shrugged in my arms. “Nex’ time jus’ lemme watch da cookies.”

  I couldn’t believe who was standing in front of the oven with my favorite pink apron tied around his waist and pink oven mitt on one hand. He was trying to balance Lataya on one hip and pull the cookies out the oven with the other. Keyshawn looked awkward as hell, and right at home in my kitchen.

  He was wearing a fitted black tank top and plaid tan and black shorts with some Perry Ellis boat shoes. Damn. Now this was a nice welcome home present. Looking around I didn’t see Ris anywhere; agitation immediately set in. She could’ve at least been here when my ass
walked up in the house. I put Trey down.

  “Baby, go play in your room. I’ll bring you some cookies as soon as they cool down.”

  Lataya was already asleep and once she was out, she was out. I peeled her out of Key’s arm. My hand slightly brushed Key’s skin and sparks shot through my body from the contact. The man looked like he was made out of solid muscle. I took Lataya and put her on the couch in the living room.

  “So um, what are you doin’ here and where’s Ris?”

  “Larissa told Lania ’bout the accident and shit. We both offered to help out. Lania jus’ took her to get you a welcome home present so I volunteered to watch the kids. She thought you’d be home later than this.”

  I was scared to ask Key what exactly Ris had told him. Couldn’t have been but so much or anywhere near the truth since the nigga was standing in the middle of my kitchen in a pink apron baking cookies. He pulled off the mitt, proudly examining his handy work. Smiling up at him I couldn’t help teasing. “Well now, it’s nice to see those hands are good for somethin’ other than handlin’ a damn basketball and jugglin’ women, Betty Crocker.” He gave me a mischievous grin back and I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: butterflies.

  “Oh no, they can handle plenty more than that and the women. They just keep me busy until the right one settles me down.”

  Somehow one of those cookies seemed to magically float its way up to my lips. Okay, the nigga fed me the cookie. But it was the way he did it. Once again I found myself as the focal point of his almond-shaped brown eyes. We were so close I could see that his lashes were short, thick, and extremely curly. I was just as mesmerized with him as he seemed to be with me. I could feel my heart starting to speed up; just being close to this man made my body follow its own agenda, no matter what my mind told it.

  “So it seems as though we’re both in completely unsatisfying situations. I think maybe we should join forces. Work on satisfying a few things.”

  That fool could’ve said “let’s go sit and translate Latin in a library” for all I know and my ass still would’ve said “okay.”

  Warmth brushed up against my bottom lip and instinctively they parted. It could’ve been the fact that I’d been eating hospital food for the last couple of weeks but I couldn’t help this shit, I had a straight-up big girl moment. Closing my eyes I moaned. This nigga made the perfect chocolate chip cookie. Oh my God. Ain’t nothin’ in this world like a cookin’ or bakin’ muthafucka. I lie to you not.

  “My turn.” I smiled, breaking one of the cookies in half, raising it up to Key’s full pink lips.

  He went in for his bite, and stepping in closer I moved ever so slightly, denying him his treat and leaving a trail of warm chocolate across his lower lip. He inhaled sharply, surprised when I leaned up on my toes and softly licked and sucked on his bottom lip until all the chocolate was completely gone.

  “Mmmm.” He raised an eyebrow, licking his lips. The action sent a wave of sexual awareness through my body. “I guess I get anotha turn since Michelle switchin’ up the rules.”

  He was running his finger along the curve of my chin, toward my ear, down to my collarbone.

  “Who the hell said we had rules?” I sounded like I’d just finished hiking up the side of Mount Everest.

  He smiled at my comment before pulling me into a deep, long kiss that set my blood on fire and awakened the ocean in between my legs. It took my breath away and damn near made my knees give out at the same time. My eyes flew open and I gasped at the sudden warmth against my neck. No, this nigga didn’t. But the light dusting of crumbs across my chest and all over the floor confirmed he’d just crushed that mu’fucka all over the side of my neck. He smiled against my lips before lowering his head, drifting his tongue lazily across my skin, treating the chocolate on my neck the same way I’d treated the chocolate on his lips. He stopped just long enough to lift me onto the counter beside the stove.

  I untied my apron from around his waist and replaced it with my legs, my dress riding so far up my legs I could feel the cold counter against the back of my thighs. Sliding the straps to my dress down just past my shoulders, I took another cookie from the tray and stuck my finger into one of the gooey chocolate chips. I watched Key seductively as he watched me smear chocolate down the middle of my neck and even lower around my half-exposed nipple. He was rock solid; I could feel it through the barrier of his shorts pressed between my legs bulging up against me, the heat searing through my thin cotton panties. My thighs flexed involuntarily. He didn’t need any more urging than that before lowering his head and pulling my chocolate-covered Hershey’s Kiss nipple into the heat of his mouth, sucking hard.

  Ripples of pleasure started at my hair follicles, and shot all the way down to my toes and back up again. Instinctively, I ran my hands underneath his tank top; he felt like warm marble covered in skin. His lips were working their magic on my nipples, left then right. Yes, he was definitely earning these milk and cookies. The top of my sundress had fallen almost down to my waist and I bit my lower lip hard when Key cupped my breast together with one hand and licked both nipples at the same damn time. We both moaned when my hand slid down into the waistband of his shorts, and all I can say is, feeling is definitely believing.

  My hand closed around as much of him as it could. I twisted my wrist and gently stroked him upward; he took a sharp, quick breath. Like riding a bike, I started to remember how empowering it felt to be able to weaken a man with one hand. He was thick, thicker than I remembered him looking, and all of a sudden I needed something else wrapped all around that mu’fucka. As if he’d read my thoughts Key reached down and lowered his zipper, freeing himself through the hole in his boxers.

  We didn’t waste any more time. Our eyes connected for the briefest moment before he kissed me hard. The heat from his fingers grazed my inner thigh as he slid my soaked panties to the side, pulling me forward on the counter. He buried himself as deep as he could go in one fluid stroke.

  My ass had completely forgotten what the fuck a real dick should feel like. I could feel every bit of me stretching around every single inch of him and it was a painfully pleasurable glimpse of heaven.

  Breaking our kiss, I buried my face into his neck, biting into his skin to keep from moaning or screaming out loud. My nails had to be hurting him; I was digging them in like I was a rock climber and his back was the damn mountain. Every stroke sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body like one of those sonar pulses they use to ping the ocean.

  “Damn, Michelle, you gonna have me all marked up. I got appearances to make, baby.”

  I kissed his skin, offering him a silent apology. “I wanna scream so bad, baby. I can’t help it.” My reply was no more than a breathless whisper against the side of his neck. I would’ve promised that I wouldn’t do it again but I was used to being rough and being handled just as roughly in return. There was something about finding a bruise or a mark the next day that always made me smile secretively at the fun I had earning my “battle scars.”

  “Don’t worry ’bout it, baby, daddy’ll fix it.”

  My eyes drifted closed. I felt weightless. The nigga didn’t miss a beat. He slid me off the counter and held me up against him. I tightened my legs around his hips and wrapped my arms around his neck. The excitement, the thrill of being caught, all of the above just acted as fuel to the powder keg about to explode inside my pussy, and this mu’fucka’s dick was the damn fuse.

  He palmed my ass in each hand, the heat from his long fingers searing my skin as he guided my pussy up and down the length of him. My head fell back, a soft moan leaving my lips. Fuck, he was about to get bit again and he must’ve sensed it coming because before I could even close my mouth or get anywhere near his neck, it was full of cookie. I glared at him, an angry frown creasing my forehead, and then I completely forgot why I was frowning in the first place. Mouth full of damn chocolate chip cookie, I chewed on that to keep from chewin’ on him.

  “Chelle, this shit so good,” he moane
d quietly in my ear, wrapping his arm around my body tightly he started to stroke deeper and harder.

  I could feel every vein, every throb, my muscles contracted and the walls closed in around him. It hit me like a wall of electricity that started in my pussy, working its way outwards to my fingertips and toes—my powder keg exploded. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold myself up. Eyes closed, I let myself float on each wave as it came in.

  Key quickly pulled out and I felt liquid heat hit the back of my thigh as he stroked himself, his chest heaving like he’d just got off the court. He waited a few seconds before he sat me down.

  I straightened my dress, wet a paper towel, and wiped myself down before sliding my panties back in place while he fixed his shorts, or at least tried to. There was no hiding the wet spot I’d left on them, and no, I wasn’t sorry, but thankfully his shirt was long enough to cover it. I looked at the mess we’d made out of the cookies and laughed. Lord, I might never let my babies eat another chocolate chip cookie again.

  “I’ll take that as a yes?” Keyshawn walked over and smiled at me, expectantly waiting for a reply.

  My response was to place a gentle kiss on his waiting lips because, honestly, I couldn’t even remember the damn question.

  It was another hour or so before Ris got back with nothing more than a flower arrangement, something that I was pretty sure Lania had a hand in picking out. It was way over the top, with birds of paradise and other exotic flowers. Ris knew for a fact that I loved lilies; they’re the most fragrant and last the longest. I gave her a polite thank you and set the arrangement on the dining room table. I still wasn’t ready to deal with her. It didn’t matter how many times she apologized or tried to explain her side of the situation. The bottom line was, I’d have never drugged Larissa or given someone else permission to have access to her body without her consent. And, after the mind-blowing fuck session I’d just had with Keyshawn, there was the nagging question of whether I even wanted to be with her anymore. The constant uphill struggle of dealing with her on a day-to-day basis, constantly proving my faithfulness, and accounting for ever minor detail of my life was finally starting to wear me down. Aside from saying “thank you,” I didn’t bother speaking to her again until long after Key and Lania had left.