Chapter Twenty-Three
Abel
“Today is a special day.” I can hear Foxy gushing to the ladies as I walk toward the kitchen, stopping in the hallway to eavesdrop. “Abel’s finally bringing home a woman. A pregnant woman at that.” I can hear them all, “oh” and “ah” when she mentions that, causing me to roll my eyes, groaning because I know what questions will follow.
“Who is she?” Minnie asks.
And so it begins.
“Yeah, what does she look like?” Raisin asks. I’m seconds away from busting their shit up when I hear a very familiar voice.
“Oh, she is just a peach. A real sweet girl, y'all are gonna love her.” Emily begins. “I met her months ago when she and Abel banged in the bathroom at The Underground.” Fucking hell.
“We did not bang in the bathroom! Why do I have to keep telling every fucking one that?” I say, walking into the kitchen as their shocked expressions greet me. “We fucked, plain and simple. We made a baby that night, too. Mmhmm, bet you all didn’t know that.” Each one of their mouths hit the floor, with the exception of Emily, but that doesn’t stop me. “I’ve invited her here today because I want her to meet my family, but you’re all starting to make me regret it.”
“Oh, Abel, come off it.” Foxy says. I should have known she’d be the one to call me out. “You ain’t regretting shit. If you were gonna regret it, you wouldn’t have bothered to invite the girl to begin with.”
“Whatever. Y'all better make her feel welcomed or else.”
“Or else what? What are you not gonna do, Abel?” Foxy challenges, crowding my personal space as if she wants to have a staring contest. We hold each other's attention, neither one of us is budging. It’s evident that she won’t give up. Good, ‘cuz neither will I.
Several minutes go by before she’s tossing her arms around my waist, giggling. “That’s what I thought, Foxy.” I laugh when I feel her fist connect with my stomach.
“You may be the President of this club, but you’re still my little brother.”
“I’m not your brother until the two of you make it official.” I smirk, wishing Saxon were here because his ass needs to marry that girl or stop leading her on.
They already have a kid and live together, what the fuck else are they waiting for.
“Well, you talk to your idiot brother about that. In the meantime, I’m gonna get to cooking while I wait for your mystery girl to show up.” She moves past me. “Ladies, let’s get down to business. The guys will be here before we know it and y’all know they’re gonna be hungry.”
Watching them get into action, I head to my office and give Ivy a call.
“Hello?” She answers on the first ring, sounding out of breath
“Hey, Marrone Dolce, are you almost ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She breathes into the phone. The sound shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.
It’s been a long time, months to be exact, since I’ve had sex. I went from fucking on a regular basis, to being dry as the Sahara Desert.
Needless to say… I need some, and I need it bad.
“I can’t wait to see you.” If the guys could hear the way I’m pining over this woman like I am, I’d be the laughing stalk of the club.
“You just saw me yesterday.” She giggles, and I fall more in love with the sound of it. “Nothing’s changed except my stomach may have grown a little bit.”
“I imagine so. Our girl is getting so big already.” I say, imagining her rubbing her stomach as we speak.
“That she is.” She giggles again. “I’m ready whenever you are, Abe.” Ahh, that nickname always brings a smile to my face whenever it flows from her succulent lips.
“I’ll be on my way. We’ll stop at Josephine’s on the way back.” I know that’s her favorite spot to get her sugar fix. “Then, you’re coming back to my place for a night of continued wining and dining. So, pack a bag because you’re staying with me.”
“Luckily, I already had a bag packed, you know, just in case.” She says, and I can tell she’s smiling.
“Luckily, huh?”
“Yeah. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve been super horny lately. I mean, I’ve read that this happens, but it’s like all the time.”
“All the time? Why am I now just hearing about this?”
“How am I supposed to tell my… Abel, that I’m horny.” She whispers. “I can’t ask you to take care of me in that way.”
“The hell you can’t. I damn sure don’t want somebody who isn’t me doing it for you.”
“I would never, I mean, I know we aren’t a couple or anything but I’m not a promiscuous girl.”
“I never said you were, but you are my girl. My girlfriend to be exact. Now, I’ll be there in five minutes to pick you up. We’re gonna show our faces at this party, and then we’re coming home.” How is it possible that with each call we make and every minute we spend together, I fall more and more in love with her?
“Yes, sir.” She whispers, and I swear to all things holy… I just jizzed my pants.
“Stop that, Marrone Dolce.”
“Stop what, sir. I didn’t do anything.” She taunts me, digging herself into a deeper hole.
“Alright, when I get you alone tonight, you’ll see what I meant.” My voice comes out strained because I’m struggling to hold myself together. Hopefully she picks up what I’m throwing down.
“Okay.” From the way her voice drops to a whisper, I’d say she understands.
“I’ll be there soon.” I hang up before she can say anything else.
I want her to wallow in fear. Not fear, but I want her to understand what will happen if she plays with fire.
I can’t wait to see how beautifully she’ll burn.
“Are you ready to go?” I whisper in her ear as my hand closes around her waist, sliding down until it’s resting against her ass.
“Oh, no you don’t, she’s enjoying herself.” Foxy says, Obviously she’s the one that’s enjoying the quality time with Ivy, but I’m afraid it’s time for us to go.
“Doesn’t matter. She’s been here long, and I know she’s tired.” I begin, wrapping my arms around her waist while looking over her shoulder at the ladies. “Plus, I need to get her alone. We’re overdue for some much needed quality time.”
“Are y'all gonna go home and make some cookies?” Foxy giggles.
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” I laugh, wrapping my hand around Ivy’s. “Let’s go, beautiful.”
“It was very nice meeting you all.” Ivy says alongside me.
“Nice meeting you, too, doll. One day soon, we’re gonna have to have an exclusive girl’s day. No boys allowed.” Foxy tells her with those sneaky little eyes focused on me. “Got that, Abel.”
“Bye, Foxy.” I call, waving goodbye to everyone because it’s time to get my girl outta there.
“Bye.” She mocks behind us.
Squeezing Ivy’s hand a little tighter than expected, I guide us out to the BMW SUV I bought for her.
She has no idea it’s hers yet, and I want to keep it that way. It’ll be a push present for her, that way she can’t tell me no.
The ride back to my place is a nice and silent one.
I have to touch her, to try and dull this growing fire that’s blooming inside me, making my toes curl.
Drawing lazy circles in the palm of her hand, just needing to feel her, I get lost in the moment.
Lost in her.
Fuck me, I’m going soft.
“I can’t wait to get you inside and out of that dress.” She has no idea how beautiful she looked tonight. “It took every fiber in my being not to pull you in my office, rip it off your body, and fuck you with just your heels on.” Putting the car in park, I turn just in time to see her face burn red. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her hand reaches up, pushing back a fallen strand of hair behind her ear, she calls my name with her eyes cast down. “Abel?”
“Yeah?”
I watch as she slowly lifts her head and says, “Take me inside.” If it’s possible for her baby blue eyes to get any darker, I watch them morph right in front of me as she bites her lower lip the way I like, not even realizing she’s doing it.
Instead of answering, I get out, round the car at top speed, very carefully pick her up and take her inside where I worship every inch of her body.
All.
Night.
Long.