Chapter 16 Autumn
These past few weeks with Ghana were something I didn’t expect coming and didn’t know I needed.
I was fine with being by myself, dating occasionally, and only giving my time to my baby.
Yet this broken, loving, handsome, amazing man walked into my office one day and changed the trajectory of my life as I’d known it.
And now I couldn’t get him off my mind if I tried.
I opened the app to see Ghana standing on my porch with his head low. How this man found out where I lived was crazy to me, but I didn’t dwell on it. I was just happy he was here.
I pushed the sheets aside and got out of bed. I slipped my feet into my slippers, checked on Taylor, who was sound asleep in her room, then hurried down the stairs.
Once I opened the door, the smile I was about to display quickly faded, seeing the blood on his clothes.
“Ghana, wha-what happened?” When he lifted his head, he just stared at me until I saw a lone tear slide down his cheek.
I immediately pulled him inside, closed the door, and tossed my arms around his neck. “Talk to me.”
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. His body was rigid, tense, as if he held the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“I’m tired, Ros. I’m fucking tired,” he said with conviction. His body shook, and an audible cry escaped him as he held me even tighter and rocked me slightly. “Save me, baby. Help me. I don’t want to be this way no more. Help me, baby. Don’t leave me.”
Tears slid down my face because I could feel everything that plagued him.
I felt the scared little boy that he still carried into his adulthood.
I could feel the conviction of whatever happened tonight weighing on him, and I held him tighter to let him know that I was here for him.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. ”
I rubbed his head and kissed the side of his face.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of these clothes.
” I led him upstairs to my bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom.
I turned on the shower, set the temperature, helped him undress, then undressed myself.
When we locked eyes, his were bloodshot red and sad.
I palmed his face as his hands came up and rested on the back of my neck.
I rubbed my thumbs under his eyes to clear his tears.
“I’m here for you, Ghana. Whatever it is, I’m going to help you heal from it.”
He stared into my eyes before crashing his lips into mine.
We kissed with so much passion that it took my breath away.
He backed me up until we were in the shower, never letting go of one another.
He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him.
He pushed me roughly against the wall while removing his lips from mine and sucking my neck roughly.
My body heated as a moan escaped me, and I ground my hips against him.
In no time, I felt his dick slide into me, and I gasped from the intense euphoria coursing through my body.
This was different.
Rougher.
Silent but loud.
He was telling me about his pain, his suffering, his sadness, and his struggles. I wanted to alleviate all of it to let him know he wasn’t alone, and I was here for as long as he needed me.
“Ahh, fuck, baby!” I yelled, holding on to him as he bounced me on his dick. He captured my nipple in his mouth and sucked as my toes curled, and my head fell back. Water cascaded over us while I fucked him back.
“Shit, Ros . . .”
“Fuck me, baby. Give me what you got.”
He put me down, spun me around, put my arms above my head, then reentered me.
He locked my wrists with one hand, wrapped his arm around my waist, and continued to thrust into me.
The tingles started from my head down to my toes before I felt the first hit of my climax.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and my body spasmed.
“I love this pussy, baby. She always wet and warm for me.”
“She lo-loves you more, baby.”
“I want you to cum for me again, Ros. Don’t keep that shit away from me. Let daddy know she loves him.”
“Keep hitting that spot, baby. Right . . . there.”
“Right here, baby?” he asked, shifting his hips and dipping his knees, making me feel that tingle swarming in my belly again.
“Yesss, oooh, fuck!” I yelled, throwing my ass back while cumming again.
“Mm-hmm, that’s it, baby. I’m right behind you.”
He held me close and continued his assault until he growled and spilled his seed inside of me. We both stayed stagnant, trying to catch our breaths until he pulled out of me. We kissed and washed at the same time, then finally got out and dried off.
“I don’t have any men's clothes here, so you’ll have to sleep in a towel,” I told him.
“My bag is downstairs. I’ll be right back,” he replied, wrapping the towel around his waist and exiting the room.
It only took him two minutes to return, and I watched him in complete awe.
Ghana was sexy as hell, a perfect mixture of hood and intellect.
Even with his flaws, it didn’t diminish his personality.
He set his bag in the chair, and when he caught me staring, I looked away to hide my blush.
He smirked at me. “You mind if I smoke?”
“Taylor’s home, but we can go out on the balcony,” I told him, standing and opening the balcony doors. I slipped on my robe and slippers, grabbed the baby monitor, and waited for him to slip on some joggers.
That print was fucking insane.
I was insane for wanting him to fuck me again.
We sat in the double seat, and I watched him break down the weed and roll it in the cigar wrap.
He lit the tip and took a pull, then leaned back, allowing the smoke to circulate from his mouth.
He then shifted, laying his head in my lap, and I massaged his scalp.
We sat in comfortable silence, feeling the night’s breeze and listening to the crickets chirp.
I looked down at him, and his eyes were closed.
He seemed relaxed, and I didn't want to bother him, but I needed to know what happened tonight.
“You want to talk about it?”
He shook his head. “I just want to lie here and listen to your heartbeat. We can talk about it tomorrow.”
I nodded and kissed his forehead. Again, we sat in silence for a good ten minutes until Taylor’s cries came through the baby monitor.
“I think we may have woken her up.” I giggled as he let me up. I hurried to her room, and she stood up, whining softly.
“What’s wrong, bumblebee? You need to be changed?” I checked her pamper and noticed it was full. I busied myself with changing her, then headed down to make her some warm milk to help her relax enough to go back to sleep.
I stopped by my room to inform Ghana what I was about to do, when he came out of the room, now with a T-shirt on.
“Hey, I was going down to make her some milk. I’ll be back up in a little bit. You need anything?”
He shook his head, then looked at Taylor. “Can I try?”
“To hold her?” He nodded. “Sure. Taylor, can Ghana hold you?”
“Gha-Gha,” she said. He smiled and reached for her, and she went to him.
“I like my new name, Tay-Tay. Let’s go get you some milk. Lead the way, Mommy.”
I bit back my blush and headed down the stairs while Ghana followed with Taylor. We went into the kitchen, and I busied myself by pouring milk into a pot to warm it up a little.
“She usually isn’t that receptive to people she doesn’t know. It took her a minute to warm up to Willow and Kenzi. So, to see her so receptive to you, even at my mom’s house, must mean something,” I noted.
Ghana smirked and shrugged. “Maybe I’m not the monster under the bed people perceive me to be.”
“Definitely not a monster,” I said. I let the milk warm up for two minutes, then poured it into her cup and walked it over to her. Taylor took it, and I kissed her forehead and smiled at them. I then pulled Ghana in by his beard and kissed his lips.
“You sure you don’t want a sandwich or anything?”
“Now that you mention it, a nigga is kind of famished. I’ll take a sandwich and some water.”
“Okay!” I exclaimed, a little too excited. I just wanted to feed him because I was almost sure he hadn’t eaten today.
While I busied myself again with making his sandwich, I heard him humming a tune that was unfamiliar to me.
I looked over and saw Taylor with her head on his chest while he continued to hum with his eyes closed.
The melody and scene almost had me tearing up.
Ghana was vulnerable tonight. The man cried in front of me.
I knew how some men considered crying a weakness, but it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed—just as beautiful as the man sitting at my kitchen island, rocking my lifeline in his arms.
After I finished his sandwich, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked it over to him. Taylor had fallen back to sleep, and I couldn’t help the good feeling I felt in my heart after seeing this.
“What song was that?” I asked.
“A melody my nana used to hum to us called ‘Lovely Destiny.’ Put us down every time.”
“Your nana sounded like a good woman.”
“She was. I miss her.”
“I know you do,” I said, running my hand down the back of his head and kissing his forehead.
“I’m going to put her back down. Come up when you’re done so I can put you to sleep.
” I winked at him as he chuckled and handed Taylor back to me.
I walked out of the kitchen with a smile on my face, knowing that from this day on, everything was going to be alright.
The Next Day . . .