Chapter 11 Apricot #2
After arriving at my grandparents’ house, I made my mother aware that I needed to talk to her in private. “Is everything okay?” we stepped out onto the porch.
“Dad is in jail.”
“What?” her eyes widened from shock. I gave her the rundown of everything that transpired.
“Damn I can’t believe he did that. The Devin I know would have expected Uno to keep his mouth shut and do his time. Maybe he really is changing.”
“Yeah. I told his attorney to keep me posted. Once they give him a bond, I’ll go get him. Even though he has businesses, I don’t think it would be wise to pay cash for whatever his bond will be. More than likely, he’ll want to put the house up.”
“The house is in my name. If I wanted to be dirty, I’d say no, but I won’t do him like that. Karma is kicking his ass enough.”
“Yeah, it is. I actually feel kind of sorry for him. It’s like everything is hitting him at once. Marlo got killed, he got shot, his son popped up causing you to leave him, he had a stroke, and now he’s in jail.”
“You reap what you sow,” my mother shrugged passively.
“The fact that DJ’s mother got pregnant around the time I had to get a hysterectomy is what I can’t forgive.
I love your father and to some extent, I will probably always love him, but I’m choosing me.
My peace and sanity are more important than love.
He gave me his ass to kiss one too many times, and I’m all out of forgiveness. Whatever happens, I wish him the best.”
My mother wasn’t playing. My father had messed up royally, but he couldn’t blame anyone but himself.
“Have you talked to your brother?” she spat the word out like it was poison.
“No. I haven’t seen him since that day at the hospital. I haven’t heard dad say anything about him either. I’m not sure how good their relationship is.”
My mother rolled her eyes, but she didn’t respond.
We went back inside the house where Kiwi was baking biscuits and helping my grandmother cook.
She loved being around family, and I wasn’t fighting it anymore.
She already didn’t understand why her grandparents had separated.
I was going to let her spend all the time she wanted to with my mom before she left to go to Paris.
Kiwi was almost nine, and she was very smart.
I was torn between telling her the truth about where her grandfather was or just telling her that he was back in the hospital and couldn’t have calls.
My heart wouldn’t allow me to tell her the truth.
I ate dinner with my grandparents, mother, and Kiwi before going home.
After a shower, I was ready to curl up in bed with a good book.
My father’s lawyer hadn’t called, and I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad news.
I was trying not to worry, but it was hard.
Every few sentences, I had to reread the words three or four times to comprehend them.
I wasn’t even aware that I’d fallen asleep reading until the doorbell jolted me from my sleep.
Using the back of my hand, I wiped drool from my cheek and went to see who was at the door.
My heart began racing when I saw that it was Uno. Inhaling a deep breath, I collected myself before opening the door. “Hi,” I stated slowly.
“I’m sorry to pop up on you unexpected. Can I come in? If you say no, that’s cool.”
“You can come in.” I stepped back and cleared my throat.
Uno ambled past me smelling good as fuck.
His bodywash and cologne combined created a masculine scent that made my kitty ache.
I figured he was just there to talk about my father, so I urged my hormones to calm down.
Uno sat on the couch, and I sat at the opposite end.
He looked down at his hands before speaking.
“I hope earlier wasn’t awkward.” He turned to face me, and my breath hitched in my throat. I knew what he meant but elected to play dumb.
“Awkward how?”
“With shorty being there, and me referring to you as my boss’ daughter.”
Despite the aching in my heart, I gave Uno a small smile. “I am your boss’ daughter. I can’t feel any kind of way about who you’re dealing with. We only slept together once, and it’s pretty much been downhill from there.”
Uno pushed out a chuckle “Indeed it has been. One thing you know how to do is give a person hell. You’re not wrong though.”
My forehead creased. “I’m not?”
“Nah,” he chuckled lightly. “Everybody gotta stand ten toes behind something. You believe what you believe, and nobody can take that from you. And I know it doesn’t matter, but shorty is just a friend.”
The snort that came out was unintentional. “Friend? I’ll be in the car baby,” I mocked her in an annoying seductive tone making him laugh.
“She was just being extra and shit. Bri is cool. I have nothing bad to say about her, and we’ve been sleeping together, but it’s not that.”
I wasn’t able to keep the frown off my face. “I really don’t care to hear about who you’re sleeping with.”
Uno turned to look at me, and I swallowed down a lump. He stared at me for so long that it was making me uncomfortable.
“What?” I asked with a frown in an effort to mask my true emotions.
“Come here, Apricot.” His tone was low, but the command was clear.
So clear that it made my yoni contract with desire.
I hesitated, only briefly though because as he continued to stare at me, trying to play hard was becoming challenging.
I got up, and he sat back. As we had a stare off, I straddled him and sat on his lap.
The only attire I had on were super short pajama shorts and a matching camisole.
With his head resting on the back of my couch, Uno gripped my ass with both hands and peered up into my eyes.
“When we gonna stop playing?”
The answer I gave was in the form of a kiss.
One where I eased my tongue into his mouth and got high off his essence.
His grip on my booty tightened as our kiss became deeper and more passionate.
I had missed him, and I wanted him. Bad.
So bad that I was slowly gyrating on his lap, and the bulge in his basketball shorts reminded me of the monster that he was working with and how well he worked it.
I could have kissed him forever, but eventually, I pulled back to gaze into his eyes.
“I assume that means we’re done playing?”
“What do you mean?” I was genuinely confused. I needed clarity. “Because you’re fucking with Bri.”
“If we go in that room,” he jerked his head toward my bedroom. “And I stick dick to you, then anyone else will be irrelevant and off limits. Got that?”
I simply nodded. Uno leaned forward, scooted to the edge of the couch, and stood up.
He carried me to my bedroom and laid me down on the bed.
With a lustful gleam in his eyes, Uno eyed my exposed thighs.
Anticipating what was to come, I raised my hips and took my shorts and panties off.
While he secured the condom on his manhood, I took my shirt off.
The moment Uno’s mouth locked around my nipple, I moaned while caressing the back of his head.
I was pretty sure his run in the streets was over but even if it wasn’t, I would have given into him anyway.
I spent all those years loathing my father’s lifestyle and it took Uno coming around to make me possibly forego all my negative feelings about drug dealing. That was crazy ass work.
He damn near sucked my entire breast into his mouth while gently strumming my clit.
The fact that I was about to cum and he hadn’t even penetrated me was almost embarrassing.
Just as my vagina began to contract, Uno gently bit my bottom lip and pushed into me, making a deep moan escape from my throat.
“Fuck,” he marveled when he was all the way inside me.
I latched onto his earlobe and sucked while he stroked my walls.
His scent was making me dizzy in a good way, and I bit into his neck like a thirsty vampire.
I sucked until I began to crave his lips and then our tongues danced.
My pussy muscles began to contract, and I wound my hips matching his thrusts as my stomach quaked and essence leaked from my center.
“Got damn, Apricot,” he panted against my mouth while fucking me harder and faster. Though I hadn’t been having regular sex, I made a mental note to request that we get tested together. I wanted to feel him inside of me with no barrier between us.
Uno pulled out of me, lowered his body, and slurped my clit into his mouth making my eyes damn near jump out of my skull. My toes curled, and my back arched, as he greedily ate me out like a starved man. He moaned into my vagina as my legs began to quake.
“Uno, oh my God, baby. Right there,” I cried with my eyes closed. That man was trying to make me crazy because the way he was devouring my peach was diabolical. The more he moaned and hummed into my pussy, the wetter I became.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed as I raised my hips and bucked against his face. An earth shattering orgasm left me trembling and my body jerking.
“Turn over,” he smirked with his lips and face glistening. Getting on my knees, I kissed him harder than I’d ever kissed anyone in my life. By the time I turned his mouth loose, my lips were sore.
I turned over, put an arch in my back, and tooted my ass up in the air for him.
When Uno slid back into me, I closed my eyes and rested the side of my face on the bed.
He was burrowed so deeply inside of me, I swore I felt him in my stomach.
It was only slightly uncomfortable, because the pleasure surpassed the pain.
Uno stroked me at a slow steady pace that had me whimpering incoherently.
I felt like a babbling idiot, but his dick felt too good for me to be embarrassed.
“This my pussy, Apricot?” Uno asked me in a gruff voice.
“Fuck yes, baby. Yes,” I moaned as my stomach quaked.
“You got me ‘bout to fuckin’ bust,” he moaned.
“Let me taste it,” I tossed over my shoulder.
There was a brief pause, but it didn’t last long.
Uno stroked me a few more times then removed himself from my tunnel and removed the condom.
I turned around and licked my lips as his thick member pointed directly at my face.
I took him into my mouth. Uno gripped a handful of my hair as I opened wide, relaxed my throat, and let his mushroom tip touch my tonsils.
“Keep doing that shit like you doing it, and you gon’ have me in the streets of Diamond Cove on some barbarian shit ‘bout yo’ ass,” he gritted.
My response was making eye contact while I spit on his dick and cleaned it off.
Running my tongue up and down his shaft, I circled the head, and then took him back into my mouth.
Uno released a deep grunt before erupting into my mouth.
His diet must have been a pretty clean one because his semen wasn’t salty.
It had no taste and a tolerable consistency.
I swallowed him up like his seeds would provide nourishment for my body.
“Got damn,” he peered down into my eyes while I licked my lips and smiled.
Once my euphoric high went down, it dawned on me that I still hadn’t heard from my father’s lawyer, and that made my heart heavy. Prayerfully, he would be okay.