Chapter 18
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
Two weeks later…
Me and my cousins was on the patio choppin’ it up like we always did, drinkin’ and smokin’ with the sun low and the fans turnin’ slow overhead. The backyard lights was comin’ on one by one, glowin’ over the pool while the speakers bumped low in the background.
Toni and Pluto had dipped off earlier to go buy lil’ decorations for the gender reveal Kay’Lo had comin’ up next week, and soon as they left, the whole vibe shifted back into nigga mode.
Kay’Lo sat in the chair to my left with a glass full of dark liquor like he was tryna drown his thoughts in it.
Renza was across from me with a blunt he refused to pass on schedule, talkin’ loud like always, laughin’ at shit that wasn’t funny but somehow still was.
I leaned back with my legs stretched out, and let the smoke glide from my mouth while I watched the flame dance on top of the candles Pluto left out.
She swore she was runnin’ aromatherapy in my backyard.
I ain’t complain though. I liked the shit.
Kay’Lo took a sip and shook his head slow. “Man, I’m sick of this case shit hangin’ over me. Niggas actin’ like I just woke up one mornin’ and chose violence.”
Renza nodded, his face twistin’ like the thought annoyed him. “Nigga, you ain’t do nun wrong. Them cornball niggas came to yo’ shop. They got what they got. You ain’t supposed to let nobody run up on you.”
I tapped ash over the railin’. “You gon’ get through it though. You got Kade on ya team, and that nigga don’t play when it come to shit like this.”
Kay’Lo exhaled the kind of breath a nigga let out when he tryna calm somethin’ inside him. “Yeah. I know.”
Renza leaned forward, irritation already risin’ in his chest. “I been chillin’, man.
I been real fuckin’ chill for the sake of this nigga.
But if that weak lil’ A’Mii nigga keep talkin’, I’m gon’ have to show him why my name hold weight.
He online still runnin’ his mouth every damn day like he ain’t got no job.
I’m ‘bout ready to go collect that nigga soul.”
Kay’Lo’s eyes narrowed, but he stayed leaned back in his chair. “Man, fuck that nigga. He ain’t bold in real life. He ain’t gon’ pull up nowhere.“
I shook my head once. “If them niggas wanna come play, let ’em walk through that gate.”
Kay’Lo took another drink. “Man, Toni showed me that fake page that sent her that picture of the crib. I’m tryna figure out who it is but they too pussy to come at me direct.”
“Whoever it is,” I said, “they gon’ slip. They always do.”
Kay’Lo shook his head, refusin’ to feed the anger any more. “I ain’t talkin’ about that shit no more today. We supposed to be celebratin’ this gender reveal comin’ up.”
Renza perked up. “Oh yeah. Lil’ Kay’Lo Junior on the way.”
Kay’Lo smiled into his cup. “Nigga, it’s gon’ be a girl. I feel that shit in my soul.”
I smirked. “A girl?”
“Yup,” he said. “I know it.”
Renza laughed so loud he coughed. “Nigga, it don’t matter if it’s a boy or girl. Just pray that baby got Toni’s sense. ‘Cause you? Boy, hell nah.”
Kay’Lo threw a napkin at him and we all laughed. The air loosened up and the vibe felt good again, even though the world outside this backyard was still some bullshit. I took another long pull from my blunt and let it hit my chest, sinkin’ into that warm place that only weed and whiskey took me.
And like always, when I get too relaxed, my mind slid right to my wife.
Kaylon was comin’ up on one and Prestyn was already runnin’ around this bitch like he paid bills here, but even with two boys tearin’ shit up together, I kept thinkin’ about addin’ more.
I wanted a whole tribe of kids with Pluto.
I wanted enough to fill every room in this mansion and grow up the same way me, Kay’Lo, and Renza did, movin’ through life side by side, learnin’ shit together, fightin’ for each other, eatin’ at the same tables and knowin’ they always had somebody in their corner.
I wanted that for my sons, for the kids we ain’t even had yet, and for the family me and Pluto been buildin’. I wanted it bad.
The more I smoked, the more my chest warmed, and the more I missed Pluto’s smell, her voice, her skin, her laugh, all that. My thumb opened my phone before I even thought about it.
Me: Hurry up and bring yo’ ass home.
I stared at the screen until it lit up again.
Pluto: Pressure… we ain’t even been gone two hours.
I grinned into my glass.
And? I miss you.
Then she sent me three laughin’ emojis.
Boy, leave me alone.
Me: What you doin’?
Pluto: Shopping! Damn!
Me: You buyin’ somethin’ sexy?
She sent four more laughin’ emojis and a
Goodbye.
I laughed to myself and put my phone down, feelin’ good and stupid behind that woman like I always did. My cousins kept talkin’, jumpin’ from jokes to plans to bullshit like we always did when life got too heavy.
Hours rolled by, liquor disappearin’ quick, and the sun slid all the way down until the backyard glowed under nothin’ but the lights. Then my phone buzzed again.
Pluto: On my way home.
I took one last sip of my drink and stood up.
“A’ight. Party over. Get the fuck out my house. My woman comin’ home and I’m not sittin’ out here with y’all no more.”
Kay’Lo laughed. “Nigga.”
Renza leaned back with his blunt. “That boy said he gotta go wash his ass and shave before Pluto get home. Go on, lil’ mama.”
I looked at both of them. “Fuck y’all. Leave.”
Kay’Lo stood up laughin’ and dapped me. Renza walked toward the door with his blunt hangin’ from his lips. “Nigga don’t forget I live here.”
I pointed at him. “Go to ya room or find you somethin’ to do.”
I walked toward the elevator, scrollin’ through my phone, already imaginin’ Pluto walkin’ in the house smellin’ good, and lookin’ pretty as hell.
Right when I hit the button, my phone lit up with a private call. It was the same private call I been gettin’ all week.
I stared at it while it rang, and even though I ain’t answer it, my mind already knew who it felt like.
“Pressure…” Pluto moaned, her thighs tight around my head while I worked my tongue slow across her clit.
Candles was burnin’ all around us, throwin’ gold across her skin like the room was made just for her, and rose petals covered the sheets under her body. I laid between her thighs like this was my home, lickin’ on her like all I knew was her taste.
Pluto looked like warm honey in the candlelight.
She was soft and damn near glowin’, and I felt that same rush I always felt when I touched her.
I ain’t know why my love for this woman hit me the way it did, but I wasn’t tryna question or explain shit to nobody when it came to her.
She held our house down, our babies and me…
The least I could do was lay here and worship every inch of her.
My mouth stayed wrapped around her clit, my jaw workin’ while drool and her cum mixed all through my beard.
Her thighs kept tremblin’ and tryna close around me, and every time she squeezed too hard I just slid my hands up and pulled them apart slow, kissin’ up the inside of her legs like I was thankin’ the Lord for makin’ her this soft.
Her body shook every time my tongue dragged across her clit, and that shit had my dick so hard it damn near hurt.
I pulled her pussy open real gentle with my thumbs and stared at her clit.
It was swollen and shiny and lookin’ too pretty not to kiss again.
I blew across it and watched her stomach jump, then I laid my tongue flat on it and licked upward in long, slow strokes that made her melt.
Pluto reached down and rubbed her palm over my waves, movin’ her hand in circles while she breathed all heavy.
I felt her gettin’ close. Her thighs got tighter, her voice dropped into those lil’ grunts she made when she was tryin’ not to lose control, and she started pushin’ my head deeper into her pussy like she owned me.
I moaned into her, grabbin’ the backs of her thighs and liftin’ her hips into my mouth, suckin’ her clit harder just to hear that sound she only make for me.
“Baby… I’m… fuck…” she cried, grindin’ into my face like her body couldn’t help it.
That’s when I slid two fingers inside her slow, curlin’ them up just right while her walls jumped around me. Her whole body locked up and shook, her nails diggin’ into my scalp as her breath went wild. I kept suckin’, kept lickin’ and holdin’ her steady while she broke apart in my hands.
“PRESSURRRREE!” she cried out, her voice high and shaky, cumin’ all over my fingers.
I ain’t stop. I licked her through every wave, every shiver and every lil’ twitch she gave me, until she slapped at my shoulder and tried to push my head away ‘cause it was too much for her.
That’s when I finally lifted my head, my mouth and beard soaked, and my heart warm just lookin’ at her lay there tremblin’. I licked her off my lips slow, slid my hands up her thighs, and moved up her body like I was climbin’ back where I belonged.
“I love you, Pluto,” I said soft, starin’ into her pretty eyes while I kneeled between her thighs, rubbin’ my dick slow against her clit and watchin’ the way her body reacted to even that lil’ bit of pressure.
Her lips parted and her stomach tightened while I moved against her again, draggin’ the head of my dick through her wetness before pressin’ it back against her clit, grindin’ there just enough to make her hips twitch under me.
“I love you more,” she whispered, her voice soft but heavy while she looked up at me.
The way her eyes held mine had my jaw tighten and my bottom lip caught between my teeth while my hand slowly tightened around my dick, feelin’ it throb in my palm while we stared at each other like neither one of us planned on lookin’ away.
Still holdin’ myself, I lifted her leg and brought her foot up to my mouth. I dragged my tongue between her toes and tasted that vanilla oil she always used.