When the Side Nigga Catch Feelings 1

by Jessica N Watkins

  But still, I knew what I was about to do would blow her mind and possibly mess up the bond we had built over the years. But I had been fighting the urge all day; ever since I saw that ice cream melting on her lip at the zoo, I wanted to lick it off. I wanted to kiss her. And for some reason, I felt like she hadn’t been kissed right in a long time, especially if she hadn’t had simple days like this.

  She looked scared, like she didn’t want me to…but wanted me to. It seemed as if she was scared of wanting me also. I wasn’t scared, though. For some reason, I didn’t give a fuck. This was my father’s wife, but for so long I had felt like I could do a better job taking care of her needs than he was.

  So, I went in. I was about to break the rules, but I was willing to break the rules for her.

  I bent down towards her short frame as she looked up at me with eyes big with fear and anticipation like Bambi. And my mouth started to water from the chance to taste her mouth.

  “W-what…what are you doing, Mello?” she stuttered. Her voice was sexy as fuck; real breathy like my dick was already in her, giving her pussy panic attacks. She looked afraid and panicked about what it looked like I was about to do, but I peeped that she hadn’t moved. Not even a little bit.

  “I’m ‘bout to kiss you,” I told her boldly.

  Fuck it. I was willing to shoot the dice, feeling like I wasn’t going to crap out.

  She gasped, and when I thought her eyes couldn’t get any bigger, they did. But still, she didn’t move. She stood there. So, I closed the space between us even more. I closed the air between us until we were breathing each other’s...

  “Mello!”

  Heaven and I jumped back when we heard her voice. I looked up the block and saw Teyanna jumping out of the driver’s side of her car that was pulled over with the hazards on. I bit my lip, grimaced, and looked up at the sky.

  I’mma kill this bitch.

  9

  Ross

  “Mmmmmm, yes, Rooooooss! Yesssss! Please don’t stop. I’m cummiiiing.”

  Tisha was panting and moaning while I was rodding her with this dick, on top of her, with her ankles on my shoulders. I turned my head to kiss her feet as I plunged in and out of her.

  “Fuck!” she squealed as she reached down and rubbed her clit while cumming all over my dick.

  I let her cum, digging in that pussy over and over again, until I felt her squirting all over my dick.

  “Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Shiiiiiiit!” She rubbed that clit in a circle, hard and fast, even after I had pulled out, still squirting. I dodged her juices as she rolled over so that they could spill on the sheet.

  “Shit!” She sighed once she was finally done.

  I chuckled as she lay there paralyzed. I reached for her, wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her under me. As I held her, I could feel the bulge in her stomach. As it had been since I got to Alabama, every time I saw it, every time I touched it, I got sick to my stomach.

  “How far along are you now?” I asked her.

  Even though it was dark in the room, I could see her perfect white teeth when she smiled. “Five months.”

  “Did you think about what I said?”

  And like every time when I brought this up, I saw her smile fade.

  “No,” she spat through gritted teeth.

  “Why not?”

  Tisha’s eyes narrowed at me as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying. But I had been saying the same thing since she had found out she was pregnant. “Because I’m not killing my baby!”

  I rolled my eyes. “Stop calling it your baby like it’s not mine too.”

  “Clearly, you don’t give a fuck about it being your baby since you want me to kill it!”

  “Tish—”

  “No!” She swung at me, but I blocked the slap she was trying to land on my face. “Don’t! I told you I’m not having a fucking abortion! I’m five months! It has fingers, toes, and a heartbeat.”

  “And I told you to get an abortion before it got to this point!”

  I stared at her, and she shrugged. She was acting so nonchalant as if this decision that she had made wasn’t about to ruin everything for me.

  Tisha said, “Well, we’re at this point now,” as if it were so damn simple.

  “And I still want you to get a fucking abortion!” I urged, feeling my blood boiling.

  This bitch acted like I hadn't been pressing her to get an abortion since the moment she told me she was pregnant. She had the nerve to call me and tell me she was pregnant with happiness in her voice like she was my wife. I may have been a cheater, but I would never hurt Heaven by bringing a baby into this world outside of my marriage. Heaven had stayed with me through a lot of shit, but one thing I knew was that she wouldn't stay with me through no shit like this. So, this baby could not be born. But Tisha wasn't hearing me. Just like a side bitch, she felt like this baby was going to keep me. But I didn't understand how she felt like that when nothing had been able to keep me with her for the last year I had been fucking with her.

  I had met Tisha in Alabama when I was organizing a shipment of guns from there to Chicago. She was a woman closer to my age, nearly in her thirties, who didn't understand why she was losing to a woman ten years younger than her. Tisha felt like she could whip the pussy on me, and I would want her because she was established and had a career. She tried everything in her powers when I would see her for one or two days every other month, to get me to stay with her or to move her to Chicago, but that shit wasn't happening.

  Then my dumb ass got her pregnant, and she saw the goal line.

  Suddenly, Tisha started to laugh hysterically as she jumped out of bed. “I knew it!”

  “You knew what?”

  “When you told me you were coming here for two weeks to spend time with me, I knew that it was strange.”

  “I always come see you.”

  “When you come here on business, for a day or two, that's it. But you have never spent this much time with me. You’ve been so focused on me, like you really fuck with me. But you just came here to talk me into getting an abortion, so your lil’ wife won’t find out about us.”

  “Us?” I chuckled and shook my head. Now, I was the one being nonchalant. “There is no us.”

  She was so mad that she stomped her foot like a little girl. “Bullshit! There has been an us for over a year!”

  “And you just said that I only see you one or two days at a time when I come here. So, if you think it's an us, you’re as stupid as I thought you were.”

  She glared at the way I lay there looking at her with near disgust in my eyes.

  “Fuck you, Ross!” she shouted. “You ain’t shit! I don’t give a fuck if there is an us or not! I am not killing my baby. I don’t give a fuck if your wife finds out! Matter fact, just to make you stop pressuring me to kill my baby, I will tell her my—”

  I jumped out of the bed so fast that she didn’t even see me coming. Before she knew it, I charged at her. She tried to run, but could only back up against the wall. I was on her ass every inch of the way with eyes so fiery, she instantly became afraid.

  “You ain’t gon’ say shit. I would never let that happen.” With my voice at a low, menacing rumble as it slid through my gritted teeth, she got the threat loud and clear.

  The offense that she felt was all over her face. Her heart sank, and she started to swing on me.

  “I hate you!” she screamed as she swung. “Fuck you!” As I tried to grab her hands, she shouted, “I don’t give a fuck! I’m having my baby and I’m telling that bitch everything!” She was trying her best to claw at my face as we tussled back and forth. I finally grabbed her wrists so tight that she couldn't get out of my grasp. So, she spit in my face, and I slapped the shit outta of her.

  “Arrrgh!” she screamed as she fell back on the bed. I came towards her, and she started kicking frantically. I had hit her before, so she knew what was coming and started trying to defend herself against it. But I was a big motherfucka who
easily overpowered her. I straddled her and put my hands around her neck. At first, I started choking her just to show her I wasn’t to be fucked with. This bitch thought she was going to have this baby and tell my wife against my wishes? Fuck that.

  But as she started to gasp for air and claw at my hands, I realized the relief I would feel if this bitch was just gone. She thought she had a place in my life and I gave a fuck about her? If I didn't want this baby, what the hell made her think I wanted her? So, I started squeezing her neck until I felt her esophagus in the palms of my hands. And the more I closed it and felt it bending in my grasp, the more she cringed from the pain and lack of oxygen. Instantly, I felt the relief of this stress in my life going away just that easy.

  Heaven

  “What the fuck are you doing here, Teyanna?”

  Looking into Mello’s eyes, I couldn’t tell whether he was pissed that she had popped up on him or pissed that she had stopped what was about to happen between him and me.

  Standing there, I watched him turn from the swagnificient dude who was about to persuade me to make the biggest mistake of my life, to a beast that was about to kill this poor girl. I wondered if I was happy that she had stopped what was about to happen between us or if I was disappointed.

  Honestly, I was disappointed. I couldn’t even lie. Even though I felt the guilt, I knew I was still disa-fucking-pointed.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” She glared at Mello. It was like she didn't even see me. “You were supposed to meet me back at my place!”

  Luckily, it looked like she hadn’t seen us about to kiss, so I discreetly sighed with relief and just stood back watching.

  “So, you been following me?” He looked around like cameras were following us. “How long you been following me?”

  Teyanna’s hands flew on her hips. “Since you left your dad’s house.”

  Mello chuckled. “You say that like it’s cool.”

  She frowned as if he were being so silly. “Fuck you mean? You’re my man, so I can do what the fuck I wanna do!”

  His eyes bucked and he looked like he wanted to laugh. But her audacity had him so pissed that his glare overshadowed his humor. “No, the fuck you can’t!” he spat.

  They started going back and forth in each other’s faces, screaming “fuck you’s” and “how could you’s” on Michigan Avenue at ten o’clock at night. They were ruining this beautiful summer night that was showing me the way that a man was really supposed to treat me.

  “That’s why I can’t fuck you with, man!” Mello groaned at her. “You crazy as fuck! Following me and shit like you my mama or something!”

  Teyanna was right in his face, glaring with spit flying from her mouth. “Well, you should be answering your phone!”

  Mello’s voice echoed into the night as he bellowed, “I ain’t gotta do shit! You don’t fucking run me! You need to stay in your fucking—”

  “Excuse me,” the sound of a deep voice came out of nowhere. I turned around and saw two officers approaching us.

  Shit.

  Mello had been drinking—a lot. I had been drinking a little, but I’d stopped because I didn’t want any of my feelings or actions to be blamed on the alcohol. I had felt like the liquor was what had caused me to look at Mello differently. I thought I had to be drunk if I was feeling like he was looking at me in a romantic way. But I was now sober, and Teyanna had popped up. The atmosphere had changed… yet every time Mello glanced at me, he still looked at me the same… and I still felt the same.

  “Leave now or I am going to arrest you all for disturbing the peace,” one of the officers ordered.

  I wasn’t even thinking when I gently grabbed Mello’s elbow and told him, “C’mon, Mello. Let’s go.”

  Teyanna’s eyes bucked. Then she grabbed his other elbow way less gentle than I had. “No! Fuck no! You comin’ with me!”

  The police officers were getting agitated, so I gave up. I needed to anyway. This shit was stupid and crazy. This night needed to end.

  “Mello, just give me your keys,” I told him. “I can drive myself home.”

  Teyanna raised her eyebrow and she smirked at Mello as if she were happy with my suggestion. She folded her arms and waited for him to come with her. The police officers were waiting too—impatiently.

  Mello was emotionless when he said, “Teyanna, go get in the car. I’ll come holla at you after I drop—”

  She gasped and started to yell, “No! What—”

  The police officers stepped towards her, one with his hand out. “Ma’am, you need to leave.”

  Mello didn’t even flinch as he turned away from her and gently guided me by the small of my back up the street towards where his truck was parked.

  “Mello!!!” we could hear her start to scream. “MELLO!”

  “Ma’am!” we could then hear one of the officers snap. “Leave. NOW!”

  I tried to turn around to look to see what was going on, but Mello gently nudged me back around.

  I had to walk three times as fast as him to keep up with his long-legged strides.

  “You can go with her,” I told him.

  “Fuck her,” he growled, obviously pissed.

  “She’s gonna fuck around and get arrested.”

  He shrugged. “Better her ass get locked up than me getting arrested for beating her ass.”

  We turned down the more isolated street that he had parked on a few hours ago. He kept taking gulps of his whiskey and cranberry juice. Luckily, he didn’t look as pissed off as he had just a few seconds ago. He was staring off into space as he walked like he was focused and thinking about something.

  All of what had just happened should have made reality set in. It should have made me realize the mistake that I was about to make and made me grateful that fate had stepped in and stopped me from fucking things up. But, unfortunately, it didn’t.

  Finally, we made it to Mello’s ride. He followed me to the passenger’s side and when he reached from behind me to open the door, he stopped. I turned around to see what was wrong, leaning against the car and found myself right back in that space with him that I shouldn’t have been.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  Mello was making my heart melt…melt into putty that was senseless, stupid, and irrational.

  I swallowed all of the fucked up emotions that he was making me feel and forced out, “Yeah.”

  I was ready to go. This was bad…all bad. Anything that could feel this good without touching or kissing, with just words and eye contact, was all bad. It had to be.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah.” I was trying to look like all of this was normal. But I was failing like a motherfucker. I was fidgeting and shit. “Sorry.”

  “Why you sorry?”

  “You were supposed to be with your girl, but you been with me all day and—”

  He inched closer to me, which stopped the words in my throat. This was about to happen. It was definitely about to happen, and I should have stopped it. As he bent down towards my mouth, I just kept telling myself that I should stop this. I just felt like this was about to be the moment that was going to change the rest of my life. And it would not only change my life, but Sunshine and Divine’s lives as well. This was not just going to end with this kiss. I knew it. It would only be the beginning of an extremely dangerous roller coaster ride.

  Something was also telling me that this good feeling he was about to give me was not going to be worth it. But did I listen? No. I let him kiss me and I should have stopped him right then. I should have stopped him when his soft, silky lips landed on top of mine, but I didn't. I kissed him back. I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to penetrate my mouth, and the kiss intensified. I started to breathe his air. His hands went under my top, and he started to caress my breasts.

  Before I knew it, he was opening up the passenger’s side door. He then lifted me up by grabbing my ass cheeks and put me in the back seat. I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling wondering what
the fuck was happening and trying to make myself stop this. But I couldn't. I wanted to feel him just as much as I knew it was so wrong to do so.

  He stood outside of the car, pulling down my leggings. All I could think about was all the hurt and stress Ross had caused me despite how loyal I had been to him. Then I wondered about the woman he was spending time with right now who had his mind so consumed that he had no idea where I was at that moment. He had spent so much time tracking me, following my every move, and making sure that no man was next to me, but whoever she was had his mind so wrapped up that right now a man was doing something to me that he wouldn't even believe.

  And at no point did I feel like this was Ross' son. He was a man who had catered to me all day, making me feel adored and beautiful. As he put my legs down and took my shoes off, he watched my body as if it was something he had been waiting to see all his life. He removed my panties slowly as if he wanted to keep a mental picture of the moment. And before I knew it, he pinned my thick thighs down by each side of me to the point that my knees were in my armpits. He bent down so slowly that the anticipation was agonizing. He kissed my pussy just as slow and intently as he had kissed the lips on my face. He didn't hungrily eat at it. He ate it slow and with passion. He licked my clit deliberately and unhurriedly, after slowly opening my lips. He ate it slowly as if it were something he had been waiting to taste for a lifetime, hoping to savor every bite.

  “Oh God,” I cried out in a hoarse tone. My eyes were literally watering. It felt so good and so wrong at the same time. I could still feel the dull pain on the side of my face where Ross had last hit me. I also felt the terror from him pushing my face under the water. And yet, I still felt guilty. I was no longer the innocent one. He now had a reason for his actions. And even though that gave me guilt, it also gave me comfort.