Nathaniel #3
“No, you didn’t. You just let your pussy do the thinking for you last night.
” She rolled over and stretched buck naked without a care in the world in front of me.
Charisma didn’t bother to grab the sheet or her robe to cover up, just strutted toward me in all her glory and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
“Morning, Bucky. And last time I checked you liked it when my pussy talked back. Ain’t that what you said when she was drooling for you last night?” She bit her lip then looked down knowing she was making me hard.
“Charmy, don’t make me have to shoot your daddy and that nigga Trent because they catch me in here blowing your fucking back out. I already got to save the bit of sense I got for dealing with this nigga all day. Let me behave like an adult for now.”
Charisma had the nerve to roll her damn eyes and stomp her foot. I couldn’t blame her for being a brat because I wanted her that way. Encouraged that shit. But right now she had to get her damn head in the game.
“Fine, but you’re going to make it up to me later.”
“If I didn’t need to get dressed and help my brother you’d be sitting on my face right now feeding me.”
“How you gonna say something like that and then leave me, Bucky?” She poked out her bottom lip like
“Hard as fuck.” I pointed to my dick and she looked down and giggled. “Glad you think this shit is funny.”
“Not the ha ha kind. I’m ready for him to leave.
Can we tell them today?” That nigga must’ve really worked her nerves at dinner more than even I knew since she was begging me to reveal some shit like I was the arbiter of her future.
I wanted her to be comfortable but I didn’t want the decision on how she moved to be dictated by that nigga.
That was once again giving him power over her that he didn’t deserve.
“Charmy, you know your people better than I do. You already told them you weren’t fucking with that nigga and they let him con them into coming on this trip.
I been gracious and will continue to be off the strength of you.
If you want to wait til they get home so the blow is softer, do that shit.
I’m following your lead because I won’t dictate your emotions nor will I carry the weight of divulging your secret.
I’ll shoulder as much as I can but I won’t pretend that you’ll be unscathed.
Love is putting my feelings aside and doing what is best for you.
I’m always going to do that. Now, let’s get moving so that we can enjoy the day.
We’re about to find out if we have a niece or nephew in a few hours. ”
Her face lit up with joy thinking about the gender reveal. “You’re right. I’m not going to overshadow today with any of the stuff I have going on. It’s a day for joy and I’m going to be happy.”
“Good. And tonight we’ll go back to the house and treat each other real nice.” My eyes did a slow perusal of her body from her perky breasts to the softness of her waist and the peach shape of her hips.
“Promise?”
I risked missing my brother’s gender reveal thing by squeezing her body to mine.
On cue, my lil freaky fairy was grinding her pussy on me trying to weaken my resolve.
I wasn’t about to hear Sampson’s mouth so I kissed her before taking a step back.
Her ass pouted again and put her hands on her hips.
Never thought I’d be walking away from a willing woman I was in love with to help do some manual labor but here I was.
Being responsible was overrated as fuck.
“Later. We got shit to do today.”
“Nate, your guest gone participate?”
My daddy knew that he was cutting up asking me this question.
Especially when he referred to this nigga who was here uninvited as my guest. Noah Chisholm-Love didn’t normally interfere and I guess after watching one son struggle for two years to get his girl, he didn’t want me to fuck up the same way.
Where was the faith?
We’d been standing on the side watching Ronnie, one of the hands who worked with us, perform rope tricks for the kids.
There were a lot of folks who were here for the gender reveal but both of our staffs, folks from the restaurant that Samp was close with and our friends and extended family had all come to celebrate.
Music was playing and Charisma’s parents looked awed at everything that was going on.
They’d thanked Billy and Coby for the use of the guest cottage and I knew Billy was doing everything she could not to say something smart.
She was taking her cues from Charmy and had decided that Trent’s ass was persona non grata.
Charisma had hung close to her mama and only her father was really paying him any attention.
But now with Runt and Jacoby on the scene with some of their teammates he’d forgotten about keeping tabs on Trent.
The hands could tell the family didn’t like him and the athletes that were here had basically ignored him.
Right now he was off to the side by himself with his nose turned up like he was too good to even be out here.
He was dressed like he was about to go play golf instead of being out in the field near animals.
Trent looked up when he heard my father speak about him. “Participate in what? What is this?”
His ass didn’t have a hat and since we weren’t expecting him, we hadn’t purchased one on his behalf.
The welcome baskets my mother had made for Charisma’s parents were designed with the weekend’s activities in mind.
They were kitted out with hats, boots and t-shirts with the Chisholm-Love insignia on them.
They’d met my parents and stayed on the ranch, thinking that Trent might be more comfortable in Billy and Coby’s place by himself.
When those plans changed, they put him up in a regular casita instead of the full house on their land.
I was glad because I didn’t want that nigga living it up in the house that Mac’s daddy used to live in.
His racist ass would probably seethe in hell at a Black man living in his house but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of staying in a damn mansion while he was here unwanted.
It pissed me off the way he kept trying to make conversation with Charisma or act like shit with them was cool.
The only time she’d strayed from where the women were hanging out was to come and speak with me or her father.
She had no problem ignoring his ass and I knew it had him furious.
The dirty looks he’d given me all day was wild especially since he was only allowed here at my behest. He should be grateful since I still was pissed that he could publicly call her his and I couldn’t.
At least not around her folks. Everyone on this ranch and mine knew what the deal was.
“It’s just the way we have fun out here on the ranch.” Sampson adjusted his hat and that smile on his face was one I was all too familiar with. He was sizing up the man in front of him and he’d already pinpointed his weaknesses.
“This doesn’t look like fun.”
The way he was acting I was almost ready to put my suspicions to bed. He was more prissy than Charmy had been when she’d first stepped on the ranch. But now she walked around in boots like the rest of us now that she’d gotten them worn in.
“Of course it does. Maybe not to a soft soled, city-slicker like you but this is how we do things out here.” Lou, the family’s ranch manager, was talking cash shit in that laid back way of his. His hat was low over his locs and he was chewing on a piece of straw, observing what was going on.
“You mean in the boonies where you have nothing else to entertain your mind?” This nigga couldn’t read the pasture to save his life. Talking shit to a gang of men from the boonies was the wrong move.
“Oh, like books? Or maybe even a television? Can you believe that we just got Wi-Fi all the way out here? Shucks, we almost made it into the new millennium with these new technologies. Imagine that I’ve been able to take over and become a force in a damn billion dollar industry as backwoods as I am.
” My brother had deepened his accent affecting one of a simple fool and had only done it to shine an even harder light on our unwanted guest. I didn’t feel sympathy for him because he was being ungrateful.
Especially since we hadn’t invited his ass.
He at least had the good manners to glance at Charmy’s people who were frowning at him before he turned to Sampson. “I didn’t mean—”