When the Side Nigga Catch Feelings 1

by Jessica N Watkins

  We were now on the same playing field.

  “Ah!” I gasped and my eyes sprung open as I felt a sudden hard and filling thrust in my pussy. My head slightly lifted, and I looked down to see the most amazing sight. Mello was standing outside of the car pulling me down onto his dick as he stood there with his shirt lifted and tucked under his neck. He was so focused as he thrust in and out of this pussy that was leaking so much that it was embarrassing.

  “Shit!” I breathed and cried, “Oh my gaaaawd.” Tears streamed slowly out of my eyes and down my face as I watched his beautiful manhood swim in and out of me. “Ooooh…” My moans suddenly stopped, relieved when he suddenly took it out. I could think straight. I could breathe. And then… “Shit!” He bent down and started to eat my pussy again. “Fuuuuuck!” He was sucking my clit, licking at the hood of it, and drinking my cum. “Oh! Gawd!” I tried to reach for something to hold onto, anything, something, but there was nothing to brace my body on as he stopped mid-orgasm, stood upright and shoved that dick back in me. “Ahhhhhh!”

  10

  Ross

  I had driven all the way to Neely Henry Lake with Tisha’s lifeless body in the trunk of her Kia.

  Once there, I left the car running. I then stepped out and used a rag to wipe everything on the driver’s side free of my fingerprints. Then I went to the trunk and popped it open. Tisha’s eyes were staring right up at me. That shocked and terrified expression was still etched all over her face. There was absolutely no life in her hazel eyes, though. Her yellow skin had started to look pasty and ghostly. Looking at me, she looked like a zombie that would haunt me for the rest of my life. She still had the strained look on her face as she struggled for that very last breath I had refused to allow to enter her lungs by squeezing her throat shut. Her expression still had so much life, but she was dead. I had made sure of that back at her crib. I waited an hour after choking the life out of her before deciding to get rid of her body.

  I was able to easily lift her body out of the trunk. Even as dead weight, she weighed all of one hundred and seventy pounds. I smelled her urine and feces that had left her body as she lay in the trunk during the hour-long drive. My nose burned from the smell of death as I put her in the driver’s seat. Then I reached over her and put the car in drive. As it started to roll slowly toward the lake, I used the same wipes to clean off the door handles, close the truck, and wipe that off as well. Then, stuffing my hands in my pockets, I watched as the car rolled into the lake and started to disappear under the water.

  I felt no guilt. I never did when I had to get rid of someone who was getting in my way. And Tisha was definitely trying to get in my way. Now, she and that baby were non-existent. I had taken care of this problem. Now, it was time to get to the crib in order to cover my tracks.

  Mello

  “You okay?”

  I knew I sounded like a broken record. I had been asking Heaven that all night. Earlier, I could see on her face that she was uncomfortable with what was happening. But she was still there. She never left. She continued to drink and take that walk with me. And even after Teyanna showed up, Heaven was willing to let me take her home. I figured she wanted this. That was why I had gone ahead and taken the chance.

  As a boy, I’d waited on this moment for years. And even when she was finally in my eyesight, I knew she was a territory I should not invade. But it was obvious that her husband wasn't on shit. So, I took her mouth and then I took that pussy. And it was so worth it. I took my time with that pussy. For an hour, in the back seat of my jeep, I got every stroke in that I had always imagined. And when she never stopped me, I knew there was something more between us than the friendship. I knew what I felt for her was genuine, and that if Heaven was only not afraid to allow herself to feel for me, she would feel the same. But until she felt that, she was going to feel this dick. And I made sure that she felt every inch of it, the entire circumference. She had gotten it all.

  And now we were dressed and sitting in the front seat of the Jeep that still had not moved. It was almost eleven now. She was sitting in the passenger’s seat catching her breath and staring out of the window off into space. Her eyes were saying so much, even though her mouth was saying nothing.

  “Yeah,” she finally whispered.

  I wanted to ask her was it as good to her as it was to me. But that just seemed so immature. Honestly, I didn't need to ask that because I knew. The evidence of it was all over my dick. The evidence of it could be heard through my car and even on the outside as she yelled my praises. I knew that shit felt good to her too.

  I was smart enough to know what she was thinking. What we had done was very scandalous, ratchet shit. But I didn't regret it even if she probably did.

  “I don’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you or no shit like that.”

  She finally looked at me, and when her mouth held a little humorous smile, I felt relief. “Take advantage of me? How? I gave it to you. I just… I just…”

  “You feel bad?”

  “No.”

  I was shocked. “You don’t?”

  “I mean, I do a little, but not for Ross, for me. I’m not this type of person, but Ross doesn’t deserve my loyalty. He’s done some really fucked up shit to me.”

  “Like what?” Instantly, I went into superhero mode. I was ready to wreak havoc on Ross for causing the pain I saw in her eyes. I was like a love-sick puppy, sitting there with my chest heaving. My homies would be cracking so many jokes right now if they could see me.

  “He…he just…” She sighed deeply, tore her eyes away from mine, and looked out of the passenger’s side window again at nothing in particular. “He isn’t always a good person.”

  “He’s cheating?”

  She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

  “You know this for sure?”

  “Have I ever caught him with a bitch? No. But I ain’t stupid.” She had this fire in her eyes as if she was reliving every moment he had done her dirty.

  “So, why are you still with him?” I asked her.

  “Because he…he’s a bad person at times, but he has been so good to me and my sister and Sunshine. You know my story.”

  “But he’s cheating on you.”

  “Every man cheats. Ain’t that what you just did?”

  “You got a point.” I swallowed everything else I wanted to say. Even though she had fucked me, I was still scared of finally being honest with her just for her to go back to that ain't-shit-husband.

  Heaven yawned. Then she said, “I’m starving.”

  “Yeah, it’s been a minute since I ate too. You wanna go eat?”

  “I wanna go eat, but I wanna go lay down.”

  Bet.

  “Wanna eat and lay down? We can Grubhub it.”

  She looked at me long and hard. Then, she finally asked, “At your house?”

  “Yeah, I mean if you want to…if you feel comfortable.” I was trying to be cool, but I really wanted her to. Today was like a young nigga’s dream come true. It was like my wet dream as a little boy coming to fruition. And I did not want this to end. I did not want her to go just yet, because I wasn't sure if I would ever experience her again. I just wasn't ready to let go. She was looking at me as if I had asked her for a lot, but at the same time, she looked willing. She didn't want our good time to end either.

  “Yeeeah,” she finally answered slowly. “I…I wanna go with you.”

  “You sure?” I bit my lip, trying to maintain my excitement. But I wasn’t able to keep myself from slipping my hand on the inside of her thick-ass thigh. It was so warm and juicy in there. “You comin’ with me?”

  She looked like she was damn near breathless as she stared into my eyes. “Yeah.”

  I wanted to kiss her again, fuck her again, feed her, lay with her, and spoon with her. All that cornball shit that dudes swear they would never do with a chick, I wanted to do with Heaven.

  I watched as a sudden sadness came over her. She broke our eye contact with all th
is disappointment in her eyes.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  She relaxed her head back on the headrest, closed her eyes, and then opened them again before she looked out of her window. “You’re a good dude.” It fucked me up when she sounded so sad and disappointed when she said that.

  “Uh… Thanks.” I nervously chuckled.

  She chuckled as well over her sadness. “Sorry. You know I don’t mean it like that. It just doesn’t seem fair. I wish I would have met your first. But instead… You’re…you’re his son.” Tears fell from her eyes.

  “First of all, I don’t see him as my father. If I did, I wouldn’t have done it.”

  She sucked her teeth and wiped her eyes, trying to stop the tears. “But still—”

  “And I don’t see you as his wife. I see you as a woman I’ve been feeling for a long-ass time.”

  She looked at me again, only this time with disbelief. I threw my ego out of the window. She needed to know that I wasn’t being the typical dude.

  “Look, I know I may look like I ain’t shit to you because of who you are and because I got a girl, but I’m not feeling Teyanna like that, so that’s why I’m here with you when I should have been with her. I’m feeling you.” She finally gave me her eyes again. She looked like she was searching mine for sincerity. I knew this was news to her. Before this day, I had never shown her that I was crushing on her, that I cared about her as more than a friend. “Seriously. I always have. I always had a crush on you, but I knew I could never overstep those boundaries. But today, I just couldn’t help but risk that shit. You seemed like you needed it, so I took a chance.”

  Her phone started buzzing. She looked relieved to have something else to focus her attention on. She bent down to get her purse off the floor and rummaged through it, looking for her phone. Once she found it, she unlocked it and swiped through some apps. I could see her going to her text message inbox. She opened the first unread message. As she started to read it, her eyes grew bigger and bigger.

  Then she spazzed. “Fuck!”

  “What’s wrong?”

  She started to hyperventilate. Literally, she was taking these heavy breaths over and over again real fast. “Shit!”

  “What?” I instantly started the car. Even though she hadn’t said anything yet, I knew a move needed to be made fast, so I made it. “What’s wrong, Heaven?”

  “I gotta go! Now.”

  Heaven

  Suddenly, my bubble of a perfect day was threatening to burst violently. My fantasy of a perfect day with the perfect guy was ending with a nightmare. Mello was no longer this bomb-ass dude who had taken me on the perfect date and ended it with the perfect night of great head and dick that I would gladly pay for with anybody’s money. Suddenly, Mello was now Ross' son again. I was seeing the light. I was seeing my wrongs too. It was very clear what all I had risked for an hour’s worth of good dick.

  Mello had thrown the car into drive and sped out of the parking space. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

  As I tried to catch my breath, I answered, “Ross is back in town.”

  “What? I thought he wasn’t supposed to come back for another week.”

  “Me too,” I said in a panic.

  “Did he call you?”

  “No, but he‘s been blowing Esperanza’s phone up. He texted her and told her he was catching the last flight out and would be home in a few hours. That was two hours ago. I gotta go!”

  I felt so bad. I felt like shit for doing this to Mello. I honestly wanted to stay with him. I did not want to let go of the feeling he was giving me.

  I was so confused. He had just told me how he felt about me, and I had never heard words spoken to me so genuinely. I didn't want to just leave him like this. I didn’t have the same feelings for him, but he deserved a better response than this. But I had to get the hell out of there. Mello couldn't take care of me, Divine, and Sunshine. And who was to say I wanted him to? This night had happened, and no, I did not regret one moment of it. But though I was now seeing Mello in another light, and he had confessed his feelings for me, he nor I had said a word about taking this any further past tonight.

  All night, Mello had looked at me like he wanted to be everything to and for me, but how could that happen? Ross was my husband and my provider. Mello, though adorable, full of swag, and so fucking caring, had been nothing but dick. I wasn’t willing to risk my family’s comfort for a piece of dick.

  “I’m sorry, Mello,” I finally apologized with a frustrating sigh.

  “What you apologizing for?” He tried to sound sincere, but he couldn’t even look at me. He just kept his eyes on the road.

  “I feel bad.”

  “Don’t.” His shortness was cutting deep.

  “You…you aren’t going to tell anybody about this, are you?” I needed to know.

  “No. Your secret is safe with me.” He looked so hurt when he said it.

  I felt like shit. I had just had sex with my husband's son. That reality was starting to sink in deeper and deeper as we drove south on Lake Shore Drive. The deeper it got, the sicker I felt.

  What had I just done?

  Treasure

  “Arrrgh, fuck!” Vegas came inside of me with a hard thrust, pulled out of me, and rolled over on his back. I giggled as he heaved hard and fast, trying to catch his breath. He reached and smacked my ass, asking, “What you laughin’ at?”

  The feeling of him gripping my ass made me giggle even more. “You’re dying over there.”

  “So. I ain’t shame. That’s that good pussy, girl.”

  I laughed, “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you too.”

  I know I seemed fraud as fuck, but I did love my man. He had been the best man to me. I had never been treated better.

  I just wasn’t shit.

  As I spooned with Vegas, he said, “I got something to tell you.”

  I hated the way he suddenly got serious and how hard I could hear his heart beating as I lay on his solid, big chest. “What?”

  “I met with Steve, the accountant, yesterday.”

  “What he say?” I asked. But I could tell from the anger in his voice that whatever Steve had told him wasn’t good… Not at all.

  “I was right. Ross is stealing from me.”

  I immediately sat up, reached over on the nightstand, and turned the lamp on. Vegas’ blue eyes squinted and fought to adjust to the sudden flash of light. We had been fucking in the darkness for the past two hours. Beads of sweat covered the colorful tattoos on his chest. I stared into those piercing, blue eyes, past those long sandy brown lashes that damn near looked like curtains. I was trying to find some notion of him joking, but there wasn’t one.

  “You serious?” I asked anyway.

  It looked like it pained him to answer, “Yeah.”

  I then reluctantly asked, “How much?”

  “A hundred thousand.”

  My mouth dropped. No words came out, though. I stared off into space. This hurt. Ross and his family were noticeably living a better life than me and Vegas. He and I were comfortable, but he got a smaller percentage of the business because he had only invested so much when he was younger. He had Kutz Barber Studio, which brought in cash as well. We were far from poor. We lived in a nice condo on 59th and Calumet. Yeah, we all had foreign cars, but that’s because Ross owned the chop shop, so we had access to them for the low. We were far from rich too, though. Far from the one hundred thousand dollars Ross owed Vegas.

  “Are you sure?” I really, really wanted him to be wrong.

  “Steve showed me the transactions of Ross paying a bogus parts company over the years.”

  “Bogus company?”

  “Yeah. It’s a front company.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Steve did some digging and found out that the company is in Heaven’s name.”

  I cringed.

  “You think she knows?” he asked.

  “Hell no. Heaven doesn’t know
shit about what you all do.”

  Vegas seemed relieved.

  “What are you going to do?” I asked him.

  “I’m killing that son of a bitch.”

  I winced. Ross deserved it. And I knew Vegas wasn’t bullshitting. He had enough bodies on his hands for me to know he was very serious.

  “No, Vegas,” I whined.

  “Fuck him.”

  “I know, but he’s my best friend’s husband. I do not want to see her hurt. If he’s dead, he won’t feel the pain. Heaven will.”

  I stared at him and I could feel him weighing his ego over his love for me. He finally shed his monster, and his loving man appeared again. He reached and pulled me down on his chest. He kissed the top of my head.

  “Then what you think I should do, babe?” he asked. “He gotta feel this shit. He got to.”

  “I got a plan.”

  11

  Ross

  “Here’s your coffee, Ross.”

  I stared at Esperanza as she handed me the same coffee mug that she’d been handing me every morning since she started working for me. I knew she could see me staring at her. But I think the only other person in the house ornerier than me was her.

  “You didn’t see me calling you the other night?” I asked her.

  “What night, Ross?” she asked, trying to sound dumb.

  “Tuesday.”

  “Oh,” she said in this high-pitched condescending tone. “I was sleeping.”

  I grabbed my fork and started cutting my French toast with a smirk. “You always answer my calls, even when you’re sleeping.”