Chapter 15
C aya
Days later
At Rennix’s insistence I had taken a few days off to work more on the business side of what I wanted rather than the scalp.
I had been doing hair since I was sixteen and worked in many shops.
Some I quit because bitches were bitches and others I moved on from because it was time.
The thing was, now it was time for me to transition just a little.
I still wanted to do hair, but ever since that conversation I had with Rennix a few months back, I had been working little by little toward my shop.
What’s funny was I remembered when I lived really far west. I was young as hell and worked with this lady named Empress.
What school didn’t teach me, she did. Empress was a beast when it came to doing hair and had no problem sharing what she knew.
She was a true girls’ girl. I worked at her shop up until I had Adonis and went through postpartum.
I couldn’t work or anything, so I ended up moving home with my mama for that first year of Adonis’s life.
“I know you don’t wanna talk about it because you overthink everything, but I just wanna let you know I’m so proud of you.”
I laughed. “Proud of what, Harlem? I’ve not only ghosted my therapist, but I’m taking a gazillion leaps of faith.”
She laughed. “First of all, you ghosted her because she wasn’t serving you anymore.
What you went to her for, you now find in the man you lay next to every night.
Two those leaps of faith are necessary. Remember when you told me you felt stagnant, like life was passing you by because you had spent so much time trying to maintain. Now you don’t have to.”
I just looked at her, because everything she said was true.
“Now that’s out of the way… I see that you’re living in a different place and have more space; I was wondering if you wanted to take on another do?—”
“Nope. You know I’m not taking another dog, Harlem. It broke Adonis’s heart when his dog died, then it broke mine too. Hell naw. I don’t want that pain anymore, plus he doesn’t take care of anything and I don’t feel like hearing Rennix’s mouth about it.” I shook my head.
“Rennix’s mouth about what? You in here dissing?
” Rennix entered the kitchen holding Brooklyn.
At this point I needed to hurry up and give this nigga a baby because he was literally always holding a baby.
The other night we had dinner at his brother’s place and he held his nephew the entire fucking time.
“The dog y’all are gonna board for me.” Harlem smiled.
“Nah. We straight. Can’t even do it, sis. I’m tryna make a baby, not adopt a puppy.” He shook his head quickly. “Why won’t you keep it?”
“Because if I do I fear my husband might leave me.” She laughed hard, not serious at all.
“That nutty ass nigga ain’t going nowhere.” Rennix waved her off then sat Brooklyn on the counter and started sharing a string cheese with her. Some men were meant to be fathers just by the way they reacted to babies and children. This man was damn sure meant.
“She knows that shit, but she also knows we can’t keep no more dogs. We’re already outnumbered and it costs more to feed them motherfuckers than it do to feed us.”
We laughed while Harlem mugged Kinga. “But I don’t want to give him to just anybody.”
“I got you. Hold up. Jade was just bitching about wanting a dog.” Rennix had his phone out to call his sister.
“So I’m gonna be an auntie/godmother again, huh?” Harlem stirred the mashed potatoes, peering up at me. She thought the men weren’t paying attention, but knowing Rennix, he was.
“Yes.” A small smile filled my features watching Brooklyn play with Rennix’s gold chain.
“Te-Te, can I stay tonight? My daddy is on the pho?—”
“Why yeen ask me? What you asking Harlem for like I don’t run this house?” Kinga asked, looking from his niece to his wife.
“’Cause you don’t. Now put my sister on the phone,” a voice bellowed through the phone’s speaker.
Kinga chuckled and didn’t respond at first. His attention was on Harlem before he pulled his phone from his pocket. “You better be lucky my niece over here with the puppy dog eyes, ’cause on my life I would’ve hung up on you.”
Harlem took the phone from Aja and put it to her ear after taking it off speaker.
“Hey, Oden, yeah she’s fine. She’s always fine.
” She was off the phone in seconds, handing Aja her phone.
She put it back to her face, smiling. The little cutie exited the kitchen, skipping toward her room less than fifteen seconds later.
“I knew when we moved out here and you made sure she had her own room it was some shit in the game. How you know I didn’t have plans for you tonight?”
“Because I know you’re about to find your way out to that damn car. At three in the morning and your side of the bed is what?”
He laughed. “Not empty, ’cause you be having the twins in the bed. And you know how it be, baby. When I get an idea I gotta get it out.”
Harlem playfully rolled her eyes and looked at me before looking back at Kinga. “Exactly, but whatever you say, Mr. West.”
“I know that, Mrs. West.”
We spent a while longer talking shit and laughing before I knew Rennix was ready to go when he started rubbing back and forth on my thigh. Then, every time I looked back at him, he was giving me that nasty look, the type that let me know we wouldn’t make it into the house.
“You looked good as fuck tonight.” He threw his arm over my shoulder, kissing the side of my face.
“Why thank you.”
He nodded, pulling me in closer. “Let me bend you over the hood.”
Excitement filled my body at the anticipation of any connection between him and me. “When we get to the house.”
“Bet.”
The drive home was brief. So brief I didn’t think he stopped at one stop sign. The car was in a constant flow of motion and the entire time his hand was between my legs, hovering, making me wetter and wetter.
We pulled into the garage and no words were spoken. I didn’t think he even cut the fucking car off before he reclined his seat.
“Take your panties off and come over here.”
“I thought you sai—” I started while still pulling at my underwear. Yeah I had questions, just not enough to halt progress.
“I know, fucking car ain’t been cleaned in weeks.” He was impatient. “Come over here, baby.” He unzipped his jeans and it was like his dick had its own sound effect. That shit was loud and heroic, waiting on me to get over to him. My mouth watered at the sight.
“Wait.”
“What the fuck you mean wait? My shi?—”
I leaned over, using my hands at first to massage the hardness, loving the feel of his thick, steeled dick in my hands. Then I maneuvered, hovering my head over him and kissing it.
“Don’t pla—” he started but swallowed the rest of his words when my lips met my hand halfway down. I gathered enough slob in my mouth, lips meeting my hands a few times.
“Fuck.” His hands went to my hair, trying to control my motions, but he had no control.
I sucked and slobbed, sure to take in as much of him as I could. The grunts and moans escaping his lips sent vibrations through my body. It was like he was egging me to go on, controlling my body in a different way.
“Fuck, finish that shit off for me. Shit. Shit. Shit,” he groaned, me feeling the nut building with every intention of swallowing him like a fucking milkshake.
Massaging his balls while continuously swallowing at his dick, I urged the nut from his body like a vacuum in a corner.
Then, when he came harder than he had ever before, I cleaned up the site, making sure every drop was gone.
“Yo, what the fuck?” He was out of breath, drained, and the world was probably spinning. When I lifted my head, the sight before me brought a smile to my face. He was laid out, but I wasn’t done yet.
My hands went to his sensitive shaft and stroked him back to life, firmly gripping him and rubbing back and forth.
“Yo, get the fuck up here,” he grunted, guttural and heavy after he finally regained his composure.
I did exactly what he requested, crawling into his lap and finding my comfort.
His hand at my backside, forcing me down, made me crane my neck upward.
His face was in my neck seconds later as he pushed into me from the bottom.
It felt like he was digging out my insides, but in the most passionate needed way.
“Babyyy,” I whined, holding onto the word like it belonged to me.
I rocked against him, feeling the contact between us sending pulsing static electricity through my body.
He charged me, from his hands to the way he beat into my center like he was looking for something lost. I could feel him everywhere even though it wasn’t humanly possible.
“You feel that, Cay? You feel how much I love you?” he muttered into my neck.
My mouth was agape, but no matter how much I wanted to respond, I couldn’t.
I was a passenger with the pleasure of feeling everything he was giving.
Sex was never just sex with Rennix, not even the first time.
He made love to me and probably didn’t even know it at first, then again maybe he did.
He seemed to know everything else. His sex was exhilarating yet affirming.
It was earth shattering yet grounding. Everything I could say would contradict itself because him and where we were mentally was transformative.
“Let that shit go, Cay.” It was his turn to urge me off a cliff while being sure to have no mercy.
I came so hard at his command that I felt my entire being shudder. He came too, working on the daughter he so badly wanted. He peppered kisses all over my face, chest, and neck, holding me close.
“I love you so fucking much.” He held my face in his hand and kissed me so feverishly I could feel him growing again inside of me. Shit, tonight was going to be a long one.