Chapter 33
Greystone City
I was in the bed with Sha’Nelle, starin’ down at my phone, readin’ the same message over and over like that shit was gon’ change the more I looked at it.
Reni had sent a picture of the test, clear as day, and I ain’t even need the caption to know what I was lookin’ at. It was two lines sittin’ there bold.
I never really thought about havin’ kids. That just wasn’t somethin’ that ever crossed my mind like that.
I seen it all around me, though. I seen how my people handled their business when it came to their kids, and I respected it, but I never pictured myself bein’ the one in that position.
I was always the one on the outside of it, tellin’ somebody else’s kids to sit they bad asses down or chill the hell out, never once thinkin’ one day I would be responsible for one of my own.
Now here it was, sittin’ in my lap, and I couldn’t ignore it even if I wanted to.
I had already talked to Reni. She did most of the talkin’, and I just listened, takin’ it in while she told me what was goin’ on and how far along she was. When she sent the picture, it was like she was stampin’ it, makin’ it real as hell.
I sat here for a minute, then finally texted back and asked her what she wanted to do, and she answered quick like she had already made her mind up.
She told me she ordered some abortion pills and that she had to take ‘em before she hit nine weeks, and the only thing she asked from me was to not make her go through that shit alone.
I couldn’t even argue with that.
I told her I was gon’ be back in a few days and that I’d come by, and she said okay like that was all she needed to hear. That was the end of it, at least for now, and when another message came through, I set the phone down on the dresser and left it there.
I knew what I had to do on that end. That part wasn’t what had me stuck. It was everything else.
I turned my head and looked at Sha’Nelle, and it hit me how much I ain’t wanna let this go or even shift it into somethin’ weird. The past few days with her had been too smooth and easy, like we slid into somethin’ that ain’t need no effort to make sense.
In the shower, I had her pinned up against the tile with hot water runnin’ down both of us while she clung to me.
I had her legs locked around my waist and moanin’ in my ear while I was givin’ it to her.
On the couch, I had her bent over the armrest, grabbin’ at them soft hips while she looked back at me, talkin’ shit and takin’ every stroke.
In the bed, I slowed it down and really got in her.
Even out on the patio, I had her pressed up against me under the night air with her hands all over me while she tried to stay quiet and failed every time.
I had been wearin’ her ass out, and she was takin’ it and givin’ it right back like she had been waitin’ on this just like I had.
And the crazy part was, it wasn’t just the sex.
I exhaled and shifted on the bed, and that’s when she moved.
She had been layin’ on her back, but as soon as I set my phone down, she rolled over on her side to face me.
I turned with her, gettin’ on my side so we was lined up, face to face, and close enough where I could see every lil’ change in her expression.
I reached up and moved a piece of hair out her face, lettin’ my fingers drag slow down the side of it before I slid my hand to her hip. She ain’t say nothin’, but just scooted closer and fit into me and when I wrapped my arm around her waist, she settled in without hesitation.
I leaned in and kissed her.
“You okay?” she asked.
I raised my brows a lil’, watchin’ her. “You okay?”
She gave a slow nod, but I could see it wasn’t all the way there. “Not really… but I’ll be.”
I let my hand come up from her hip to her face, rubbin’ my thumb along her cheek slow. “Then talk to me.”
She lifted her hand and placed it against my face too, her fingers movin’ the same way mine was, and for a second we just stayed like this, lookin’ at each other.
“I always liked you,” she said finally, her voice softer now. “So bein’ here with you… it feel like a dream come true.”
I raised my brows again, and I smiled. “A dream come true is crazy.”
She laughed, and I shook my head at her. “See… you full of shit.”
She smiled right back at me. “You like the way the shit sounded, huh?”
I let out a short laugh and nodded. “Actually… I did.”
She kept rubbin’ my face, her thumb movin’ slow across my skin. “I meant most of it.”
I slid my hand down from her cheek to her throat and wrapped my fingers around it. “I want you to mean all of it.”
Her eyes stayed locked on mine, and the way she looked at me made me lean in without even thinkin’ about it.
This time, when I kissed her, it went deeper.
Our lips pressed together and stayed there for a second before we both opened up at the same time, and when our tongues met, it felt like we had been holdin’ that shit back longer than we realized.
I slid my hand up into her hair and tilted her head just enough so I could get more of her, and she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer.
We kissed slow at first, then it picked up, turnin’ into somethin’ that had more behind it than just the moment. Our mouths moved together like we was sayin’ everything we wasn’t puttin’ into words, and every time I pulled back just a lil’, she followed me, keepin’ that same energy.
I kissed her bottom lip, then her top one, then slid my tongue back into her mouth, and she let out a low sound that went straight through me. My hand tightened on her throat, pullin’ her closer until there wasn’t no space left between us.
She started movin’ with me, her body pressin’ into mine while her fingers slid from my neck down to the waistband of my briefs. I felt her hook her fingers into it, and when she slid her hand inside and wrapped it around my dick, I pulled my mouth from hers and hissed low.
“Fuck…”
She smiled against my lips like she knew exactly what she was doin’ to my ass, and the way her hand moved had my whole body reactin’ before I could even think about slowin’ it down.
I moved even closer to her and slid my hand from her throat, down her side, and pulled her on top of me, lettin’ her settle here while I looked up at her like I still couldn’t believe she was mine in this moment.
She ain’t have no panties on so I ran my hand up her silk gown and reached around to rub her ass.
It was soft as hell and heavy in my hand, and every time I gripped it, that shit spread just enough to make me smack it again without even thinkin’ about it.
I couldn’t help it. My hand kept landin’ on that muthafucka ’cause I was addicted to it.
I moved my hand from her ass up to her back and then around to the front of her stomach.
I grabbed her stomach and squeezed it, lettin’ my fingers press into that soft flesh I liked so much.
That was one of my favorite parts of her body and I ain’t never hid that.
I could tell she ain’t really like when I did that shit, ’cause the way her body tensed up for a second gave it away, but she ain’t say nothin’, and I wasn’t about to stop.
I moved my hands up and let ‘em settle on her shoulder where she had been shot. My thumb brushed over it and I paused for a second, ’cause that shit still ain’t sit right with me. I let out a low breath, then pushed that thought out my head before it had me goin’ left.
I moved up to her titties and started massagin’ them.
“Big ass titties,” I said, palmin’ both of ‘em and lettin’ my fingers sink into ‘em. I rolled them in my hands slow, feelin’ how full they was, how they moved, and she already knew what time I was on.
She reached up, grabbed the bottom of her gown, and pulled that shit over her head, tossin’ it to the side.
Now she was sittin’ on top of me, naked and beautiful as fuck, and I felt that shit all through me.
Even though me and ‘Nelle was in this moment and all over each other, I could still feel that heaviness sittin’ between us. Reni was pregnant and I was right here with Sha’Nelle, and even if she wasn’t speakin’ on it, I knew she felt somethin’. I knew she had to.
I couldn’t even stay in that thought long ’cause Sha’Nelle started grindin’ on top of me, slow then deeper, draggin’ that pussy across my briefs until my shit was soaked through.
I bit my bottom lip and moved my hand down to her inner thigh, lettin’ my fingers slide along her soft skin before I brought my thumb up to her clit and started rollin’ over it in slow circles.
Her pussy lips was so thick and full that I had to work my thumb in there just to reach her, and once I did, I stayed on it.
The more I rubbed her clit, the more her hips started movin’, and now she wasn’t just grindin’, she was pressin’ down, draggin’ herself across me. She was soakin’ my drawers, and I could feel that wetness spreadin’ up to my stomach. It was warm and messy.
Sha’Nelle was too damn irresistible for this foreplay shit right now, and I wasn’t even finna play with it no more. I pulled my dick out my briefs and tapped her ass, givin’ her that signal, and she lifted up just enough for me to line it up.
“Mmm…” she moaned when I rubbed the tip of my dick along the outside of her pussy, slidin’ it through that wetness she had already built up.
We was too far gone to tease it. As soon as she dropped down on my dick, we both moaned at the same time.
I bit my lip again and smacked her ass hard, then gripped her hips and rolled her on my dick, guidin’ her through it.
She was sittin’ on me so heavy, her ass was pressin’ down on my balls every time she dropped, and that shit had me damn near losin’ my mind.
She started movin’ up and down, pickin’ up her pace, slammin’ her ass down every time she came down. That wet, sticky sound kept echoin’ between us, loud and nasty and perfect.