by Tina Marie
“Hey baby, what’s up? Are you hungry? I cooked some salmon and rice; I can make you a plate if you want?” She stood in front of me with the most desperate look in the world on her face. All I could think about was what Cayane was doing right now, since I turned her down. “You ok?” her needy ass asked.
“Damn, you can’t just shut the fuck up for a second. I just walked in this bitch and it’s like twenty fucking questions. Let a nigga catch his fucking breath or think for a fucking second. I don’t even know why you asking me anything any fucking way.”
“Shit nigga, yo’ light bright ass standing in front of me not saying shit. I’m trying to be nice to your punk ass. If you don’t want shit, you can fucking leave. It’s a line of niggas waiting on this pussy.” She flipped her long thick braids over her shoulders and turned around. I guess she thought her little show was about to move me. I mean, she was a’ight to look at but not enough to make me give a fuck about her ass.
“Bitch look, you know what it’s hittin’ fa. Don’t act like you don’t know what the fuck I’m here for.” Unbuckling my jeans, I let them fall to my knees, followed by my boxers. She did just what I knew she was going to do and fell to her knees. She was sucking me up like a hoover vacuum but, honestly, my mind was on some other shit. The meeting with Dizzy and Narvelle went left when Narvelle’s ass thought he was about to be my fucking boss in these streets. Sooner or later, I was sure I would be killing his ass. I just had to figure out how I wanted to do it and where I was stashing the body. I didn’t really have a set up down here yet.
Shorty was wetting my dick up with her mouth but honestly, I was bored. She wasn’t anything but another girl who would do anything to spit on my dick. After a while, it got old. I knew I could have never came at Cayane that way. I wondered what a nigga would have to do to get her to suck me off or give me some of her good good. Picturing her pretty face had me enjoying the treatment I was getting all of the sudden.
Grabbing Darcy’s weave hard as fuck, I hoped that shit didn’t come out because I wasn’t paying to get it fixed. “Yes daddy, you love how this mouth feel,” she moaned, as I got ready to bust. Pulling out, I sprayed my nut all over her face.
“Yo, lick that shit up,” I commanded, and she went to work cleaning me off. I left her on the floor with nut dripping down her face as I went to wash my dick off. “I’m outta here,” I said as I hurried out the front door. She started to say something, but I slammed the front door midsentence. Jumping in my truck, I drove around for a while, finally making my way to my spot. For the first time ever, I felt some kind of way coming home to an empty place.
Grabbing the bottle of Patron, I took it to the head. I drank through my shower and well into the night, hoping sleep would catch me. Shit, it had been a long ass day, but by two in the morning, I was still wide awake. Throwing on some grey Nike sweats, a beater, and grabbing my tool, I headed out.
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting outside of Cayane’s place, not really sure what the fuck I was doing. Before I could talk myself into leaving, I was knocking on her door. I didn’t even think she was going to let me in but, a few minutes later, the light inside came on and the door cracked open.
“Really Chaos, do you know what time it is? I almost bust ya shit open.” She stood there in some little ass shorts and a half shirt, a metal bat in her hands ready to swing. I was mesmerized by her beauty; I mean, her body was bad as fuck, but it was more than that. I didn’t even realize I was still standing outside on the step until I noticed her shiver from the night air. “Hello Chaos, what do you want? It’s late and cold. Are you lost?”
“I just need to-” I felt myself slurring my words. Damn, I never got fucked up like that. “Ma, I just want to be near you,” I finally got out.
“Yo ass driving around the Chi drunk, are you fucking crazy? Well, come on and come in; you can sit ya ass on the couch or something until you sober up. I ain’t bout to have your death on my hands. Shit, I don’t even know why you brought ya ass here, since you can’t stand me.”
I thought about how I hurt her feelings earlier and felt bad. Walking up behind her, I put my arms around shorty and pulled her close. I felt myself kissing her neck and inhaling her scent. Damn, she smelled like some kind of peaches or some fruity shit. I wanted to bite the fuck out her to see if she tasted like them too.
“Ouch, what the fuck Ca’shon?” she yelped and jumped. I guess I did bite her little ass. “The fucking couch is back that way.” She pointed behind her. I let her go unwillingly and went back in the living room. She came back in and literally threw a sheet, pillow, and a blanket at my head before huffing back to her room. I laughed a little as I realized my dick was bricked up. She must have felt that shit and decided to run. Soon enough, she would be begging for me to give it to her again and again. Finding the bathroom, I pissed and splashed some cold water on my face. Looking in the mirror, I realized I really looked fucked up. My eyes were red as fuck.
I went to the room I knew Kah was in, just to check on him. Little man was all over his bed. I guess he was a wild sleeper. His covers with football players on them were all on the floor and his legs were tangled in the sheet. Fixing him as best I could, I covered him back up and headed to Cayane’s room. Her shit was neat, just like I pictured it. She had a cherry wood bedroom set that had to be a queen. I wondered was my tall ass even going to fit in it. I would upgrade shorty later on. She was on her side all curled up with a pillow, fast asleep. Her hair wasn’t in no bonnet or nothing like that; she just had it braided back in one braid.
Taking off my pants and slides, I put my gun high on top of her armoire shit, so Kah couldn’t get at it if he woke up. In this neighborhood, I wanted to keep that shit next to me, but I had some little shooters on the block so I wasn’t too worried.
Slowly, I eased my way onto the bed and curled up behind her. She must have been dreaming about a nigga in her sleep because as soon as her fat ass settled on my dick and I held her close, she got a big ass smile on her face. “Chaos move,” she fussed, half out of it. “I’m not about to fuck you, just go on head.”
“Hush, it ain’t even about that. Just go back to sleep. Let a nigga lay wit you, a’ight.” She cuddled deeper into me and, before I knew it, we were both knocked out. I woke up to a phone ringing over and over again. I knew it wasn’t one of mine because it had some girly chime going on. Reaching over to the bedside table, I snatched her IPhone off the charger. Seeing some nigga named Kalvin flash across the screen, I felt my blood boil.
Swiping to the right, I answered that shit. “Yo, who the fuck is this?” I growled into the phone. Not even interested in what this nigga had to say, I got right to the point. “Son, don’t fucking call this phone again.” I looked down to see Cayane looking at me with disbelief. Fuck, I didn’t want shorty, but I didn’t want anyone else to have her either.
Chapter Ten
Ashlee
The next morning, I woke up and rushed to the bathroom. I had to pee, but I wanted to take the test I had gotten a couple of days ago with my morning piss, so I did a dance from side to side as I tore open the package. Once I got it out, I hurried to pee on it and then replaced the cap. I told myself to go and make myself busy while it processed, but I couldn’t get my feet to walk away from the vanity. I stood there praying that two lines would appear and, again, there was only one. Again, I wasn’t pregnant and, again, the tears welled in my eyes.
I wasn’t perfect, neither was my husband, so I had wondered if the dirt we were caught up in was God’s way of punishment, but I shook it off. All of them hood dudes were daddies except for my man, and I felt so horrible that I wasn’t able to give him a little prince or princess. I sniffled, wiped my eyes, and then dropped the stick into the wastebasket. I headed back to my bed and climbed in with him.
He was so beautiful with his golden skin and full beard, mustache, and goatee. His thick brows were neatly trimmed and under his do-rag was a fresh cut low fade. His tats decorated his arms, chest
, and back, and I ran my figure over my name that he had tattooed on his chest near his heart. I loved that man with everything and all I wanted to do was give him a child but, for some reason, I couldn’t.
His eyes fluttered opened from my touch and he looked up at me. My eyes must have still shown sadness because he asked, “What’s wrong beautiful?”
I couldn’t hold back my emotions. “I took the test and, again, it was negative,” I said and another tear fell.
He pulled me in close to his chest, and I rested my head on him. “Come here Ash. It will happen baby, I promise,” he said tenderly.
“But when, Nicco? We’ve been trying for so long now and I think it’s time we see someone,” I said again. He insisted that we just let nature take its course but I, on the other hand, knew something had to be wrong.
“Ashlee, honey, I told you that we don’t need to do all of that. I mean, once we start with the doctors and the fertility madness, all the lovemaking fun will be over and it will turn into baby making Ash, and I don’t want that. We are still young,” he said.
I sniffled. “But, it has been years of trying Nicco and I have faith and I believe, and I’ve gone to the altar about it. Your daddy has prayed over me and I need to know what is going on and why can’t we get pregnant,” I cried. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer anymore. If he didn’t want to go with me, I was going to go alone.
“Okay, baby, okay. I will go. Just set up an appointment and I’m there.”
I sat up. “You really mean it this time babe?”
“Yes. I love you so much Ash and, if that what will make you happy, I’m in. I mean, it’s time for us to give Kah a little God brother.” He smiled.
“Or God sister.” I smiled back.
“Yeah, I can see myself spoiling a lil replica of you,” he said, getting up.
“I love you, Nicco, and I know you never wanted to get the doctors involved in this, so thank you, babe. It means so much to me,” I said.
“I’d do anything for you, Ash, and please don’t go running your mouth to folks. This baby making business is our business,” he declared and then headed for the bathroom.
“I won’t tell anyone other than Cay.”
“Not her either Ash, let something stay just between us,” he yelled from the bathroom. I agreed, but I knew it would be close to impossible to keep that news from Cayane. I got up and went into the bathroom, when I heard the shower. I stepped out of my boy shorts and removed my tank and went in to join him.
“Oh, this is where your mind at this morning?” Nicco asked when he felt my touch.
“Yes and we can still continue to work on our baby,” I said when he turned to face me.
“Indeed and I’ll keep planting my seeds in you until it happens and, even if it never happens Ash, I’ll never stop loving you,” he said.
I smiled and then kissed him. I reached for his rod and stroked him until it was rock hard in my hand. I backed away from his kiss and went down to take my man into my mouth. He grabbed a hand full of my natural tresses and guided my head back and forth, as I pleasured his pole. Fully erect, Nicco had close the nine inches and, since he was the first and only dick I had sucked, my mouth and throat was accustomed to pleasing him, so I deep throated him like a champ. I licked and slurped and sucked until he pulled away. “Nah baby, I wanna nut inside of you,” he hissed. I came up, and we kissed deeply as he lifted me up by my ass.
I wrapped my thick thighs around his waist, and he rested my back against the tiled shower wall. When he pushed himself inside of me, I squealed at the sensation. It went in as it always did, with that same cut me open feeling that I loved and never grew tired of. He squeezed my ass as he bounced my body on his dick. Although my tits jiggled and bounced around, that didn’t stop Nicco from licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. I moaned and sang out his name, as he fucked me up against that shower wall like a machine. “Get this pussy baby, work that shit,” I coached, as he rocked my center so damn good.
“Yeah, baby, yeah, all this good pussy is mine,” he moaned and then pumped hard.
My clit tingled and I was ready to explode and, when my pussy contracted, my body shook and then he came right behind me. He let out a grunt as he pumped into me hard and fast to release his baby fluids inside of me. He planted soft kisses all over my face before he pulled away and let my body slide down.
“That was fucking amazing,” he breathed into the crook of my neck.
“It was baby and making love to you is always amazing Nicco,” I said, gazing into his eyes. Dominic was my first love and, even after ten years of being with him, I loved him more that day than I ever had and all I hoped for was kids. It was always us and Nikki, or Tam or Kah. I just wanted a part of us.
“Oh yeah, you still love this dick,” he teased breaking my thoughts.
“Hell yeah,” I giggled. I reached for my sponge and bath gel. After I cleaned my body, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, threw on some shorts and a tee shirt, and went down to make some breakfast. I decorated the island with all the things that I needed to make a fabulous Sunday breakfast, and then my phone alerted me with a text.
Cay – BITCH GUESS WHO HERE
Me – WHO
Cay – REALLY ASH
Me – OH SHIT CA’SHON
Cay – YES
Me – DETAILS
Cay – NOTHING 2 TELL RIGHT NOW, WILL CALL U LATA
Me – U BETTA
I smiled brightly and put my phone down.
“What you grinning about?”
I looked to see my sister and Nikki coming into the kitchen. Both still dressed in the same clothes that they wore the night before.
“Hold the fuck up Tam. Where are you two just coming from?”
“Breakfast,” Nikki said and yawned.
“Breakfast!” I yelled. “You had her out all fucking night Tam?”
“Hold on Ash, lower your voice. We went to this club and then met these guys; they took us to eat and we sat there talking. Time just got away from us,” Tam said so casually.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Autumn Janae Holden!” I roared.
“Here we go again!” she spat and threw her keys onto the counter.
“Yes, here we go again. Nikki is seventeen, not eighteen. When I let her go out with you last night, I thought you’d have sense to bring her home at a decent hour, not have her out all damn night.”
“Ashlee, why do you have to always blow shit up all the damn time? We went out, had a good time, she’s in one piece! Damn!” she blasted back at me, and then I lost it. I ran up on her so fast and grabbed her ass by the hair.
“Who in the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” I yelled.
“Ash, let go of my hair,” she said. Her tone sounded more like a warning and I didn’t let go, because I wanted her to try me.
“Who do you think you talking to?” I asked again.
“Ashlee, if you don’t let go of my hair,” she warned.
“What, huh? What you gon’ do?” I taunted, and she did nothing. I let her go with a push. “Yeah, that’s what I thought!” I bellowed. She was fuming and I could tell. “As long as you live under this roof, you will watch your tone and your mouth,” I declared and then walked back over to the island.
“Fuck you!” she yelled. I froze and, before I could say a word, Nicco walked in.
“Woe, woe, woe, what’s going on in here?” he asked. His smooth and easy baritone voice filled the room.
“It’s your wife!” Tam shouted.
“What happened?” he asked.
“This heifer right here about to get her teeth knocked outta her mouth,” I said.
“Bring it bitch!” Tam spat.
Nicco clapped his hands. “Aye!” he shouted. “Both of you stop and, Tam, you know you can’t be up in here talking like that,” he said.
“Fine!” Tam said and snatched up her keys. “I’m outta here!”
“No, no, you come back in here,” Nicco said, grabbing
her arm.
“No, let her go baby, before she gets her ass beat!” I snapped. Tam had worked my nerves and that day was just too much, and I was ready to put my hands on her ass.
“There is not going to be any ass whippins going down, you feel me. Tam, you answer my question. Why are you up in my kitchen talking to my wife like you don’t have any damn sense?” His voice was smooth and even that time. He didn’t have to yell to be heard.
“It’s Ashlee. She always got something to say about something and I’m tired of her treating me like I’m a damn kid.”
“Then stop acting like one,” I said, but Nicco held up his hand, so I close my mouth.
“Regardless Tam, you don’t talk to Ash like that. We know you’re not a child, but we are the two people that raised you and you live in this house, with that comes respect.” She nodded and then put her head down. “Now, I don’t know what was said or how y’all got into a yelling match, but there are no bitches in my house, so watch your mouth.” She didn’t say anything; she just nodded. She had her arms folded tightly across her chest, and I knew she was pissed, but she’d never talk crazy to Nicco.
“Are we done?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Nicco said, and I just looked at him. He held up his hand again and let Autumn leave the room.
“I’m sorry Ash,” Nikki said, finally opening her mouth.
“You don’t have to apologize Nikki. Tam knew better,” I said.
“I know, but I could have got an Uber or called one of you guys to pick me up. I thought it was all good since I was with Tam and Olivia,” she said.
Shocked, I said, “O’ was out with y’all?”
“Well, not at first. We saw her at the party and then she just hung with us.”
