Chapter 15
“Well, I guess it’s our turn. We should probably tell you a few things about our son, which might explain our reaction,” Ma began. “He’ll probably disagree with most of what we say, but it needs to be said.”
“Say whatever you need to say, Ma. It’s cool.”
She sighed and hesitated briefly before speaking.
“Niko being an only child has made him selfish in many ways. He doesn’t always consider how his desires and decisions affect others.
I could give you numerous examples, but the biggest example is the little angel sitting beside him.
The woman who gave birth to our grandson had no desire to be a mother.
However, when she told him she was pregnant, our smooth-talking son convinced her to keep the baby, and he'd take full responsibility.”
“Ma, I didn’t smooth-talk her and did exactly what I told her I’d do.”
“You can call it what you want,” my father interjected. “And while your actions are commendable, you didn’t stop to think about how Deuce would feel later on in life when he discovered the woman who carried him for nine months and brought him into this world wanted nothing to do with him.”
“He doesn’t need her,” I pointed out.
“No, Son. You don’t need her. Children need both parents. Of course, there are situations when relationships don’t work out, and adults have to co-parent. However, that’s a completely different situation than choosing not to be a part of your child’s life,” Ma said.
“Is this how you’ve felt all along? You think I’m selfish for wanting my child?”
“That’s not what your mother said, Son. You’re selfish because you fail to consider how other people are affected by your decisions.”
“As your parents, we can take some of the blame because oftentimes, you were the only person you had to consider, and we didn’t create enough instances for you to put someone else first. Randall and Marissa, don’t take what we’re saying the wrong way.
Niko is a good person with a big heart, and he would never intentionally hurt your daughter.
Aranda, we want you to be sure you’re prepared for the aftermath of your decision.
If you’re not, the resentment you’ll feel will ruin the very love you sacrificed everything to have,” my mother said.
I never knew my parents felt this way about me. Hearing them call me selfish and explaining it the way they did hit deep. The worst part of it all was they were right about everything.
The rest of our meal was quiet and tense. Our parents made small talk, which helped it feel less awkward, but Aranda and I didn’t talk much to each other or anyone else. I didn’t have to wonder what was on her mind because I was sure our thoughts were identical.
The tension in the air didn’t lessen when our parents left. Initially, I wanted my son to spend the night with us, but my parents wanted to give me and Aranda time to talk without distractions.
They’d been gone for over an hour, and we’d cleaned the kitchen and showered together but had yet to exchange any words. I was deep in my thoughts, and based on her silence, I assumed she was too.
We crawled into bed, and instead of moving to the center and getting wrapped in each other’s bodies like we usually did, we went to opposite sides and turned our backs to one another.
An hour passed, and I wasn’t any closer to sleep than when my head first hit the pillow. So, I took a chance and rolled over, scooted to the other side of the bed, and wrapped Aranda in my arms.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
She turned to face me, and because it was dark, with only slivers of light provided by the streetlights between the blinds, I couldn’t see her as well as I wanted.
“Your parents made some valid points.”
“I wish I could disagree with you and show you I’m not that person, but I can’t.”
“I wanted this just as much as you, so you can’t take all of the blame.”
“Wanted?”
“What?”
“You said you wanted this. Does that mean you don’t want this anymore?”
“No, I mean, yes, but…”
“Speak your mind.”
“Maybe we should take a step back. Not forever, but just until the season ends and you graduate.”
“What would be the point?”
“To make sure we want to continue to move forward.”
“To make sure you want to continue to move forward. I know what I want.”
“Niko, please don’t be upset.”
“I’m not upset, I’m hurt. I thought we were on the same page.”
“I love you, but this happened so fast. I want to be sure I’m ready to risk the future I thought I wanted for myself.”
“I want you to do what you need to do. Since this might be our last night together, can I make love to you one last time?”
“Don’t say that.”
“Answer the question.”
“Yes, but this won’t be?—”
I interrupted her denial by pressing my lips against hers. She may not be ready to admit it, but tonight could very well be our last night together. It was the harsh reality I didn’t want to accept, but it was the truth.
My goal was to cherish every second we had left while savoring every delicious morsel of her body. Our mouths slowly danced for at least thirty minutes as my hands caressed the smooth curves, dips, and grooves of her body, and she did the same to me.
Although the tension was thick and we hadn’t spoken for hours, we still came to bed naked. I slipped my hand between her legs, and before I made it to her center, I felt her warm, sticky juices on the inside of her thighs.
“Damn, baby. I’m gon’ miss this shit right here,” I whispered.
“I already miss you.”
“I’ll be waiting for you whenever you’re ready to come back to me.”
“Mmm.” She moaned when I found her clit with my thumb.
“You gon’ come back to me, Aranda?” I applied pressure to her clit as my index and middle finger slipped into her pussy.
“Mmm, shit.”
“You gon’ come back to me?” I repeated.
“I love you, Niko.”
Her avoidance of my question almost knocked me off my square, but I was well aware you couldn’t believe anything a woman said when she was chasing an orgasm. Her response would’ve been null and void.
“I want you to cum on my fingers before you cum on my face and in my mouth before you cum on this dick. You hear me?”
Her pussy answered before her mouth could and covered my fingers in her essence. I removed my hand, slipping my middle finger into my mouth and licking it until her juices were gone.
“Open your mouth,” I demanded.
She opened wide, and I put my index finger inside, allowing her a moment to enjoy the taste of herself. When I thought she’d had enough, I dipped underneath the covers, slid my hands underneath her ass, and lifted her pussy to my face.
“Oh shit!”
I wanted to believe she’d come back to me, but I couldn’t be sure. In case she didn’t, I was determined to get my fill of her tonight. Before letting my dick communicate to her pussy how much I loved her, my mouth had a few things to say.
Eating Aranda’s pussy had easily and quickly become one of my favorite pastimes. I’d mastered the ins, outs, ups, downs, lefts, rights, and arounds of her pussy. It was a roadmap that had become ingrained in my brain, and I had no doubt I’d remember it for the rest of my years.
I was on one and didn’t let up off her until my face was drenched and my chest was covered in her nectar. I could eat her pussy until the sun came up, but my dick wanted to experience her again before we went our separate ways, whether it was temporary or permanent.
“Niko, give me a minute.”
“Nah, baby. I can’t do that. I don’t have much longer with you, and I need to be inside you for as long as I can.”
“Why do you keep making everything sound so final?”
“Because you might decide not to come back to me.”
I filled her with my length, not allowing her to respond because I wasn’t prepared for what she might say. I had to work extra hard to block out thoughts about this being our last time together, but after a few strokes, I couldn’t think about anything but how good she felt wrapped around my dick.
“Damn, baby. Don’t ever forget how much I love you.”
Hours later, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I felt around until my hand landed on it. My eyes squinted as my phone lit up again.
Worth the Risk:
I love you just as much. I swear I do. I just need some time.
I sat up and looked to my left. My heart sank when I saw her side of the bed was empty. I read the text again and began typing a reply several times before giving up. I didn’t know what to say because there was nothing to be said. She was gone.