3. Kayshon
“Damn. Where did this shit come from?” I say, frowning as the sky drops, causing rain to pelt my car, and thunder and lightning accompany it.
The light of day has gone, and most people are, I’m sure, in the comforts of their homes, making this storm not as cumbersome as it is for me.
“Fuck!” I groan while my right hand grips the head of hair bobbing in my lap, reminding me of her presence.
*Gawk! Gawk*
Moisture hitting my thighs has me taking my eyes from the wet road, admiring the body hovering over my center console while giving me head. She’s the reason I haven’t made it home yet and traveling in this torrential downpour.
“Shit! Suck that shit, Honesty.”
Honesty Crockett is someone I’ve been entertaining here and there for the last year or so. However, no one knows about her, as she isn’t worth talking about since I’m only interested in how deep her mouth can inhale my dick. Honesty is something I do in my spare time to help me sleep after releasing multiple nuts. Nightmares from my parents’ deaths keep me from sleeping peacefully, so Honesty serves a purpose only my dick can enjoy.
“I love your dick, Kayshon,” Honesty moans, coming up for a second as I smirk and return my focus to the road so I don’t crash into anything.
“I love that you love this mothafucka too. Deep throat it like you love it, girl.”
My toes curl in my shoes when Honesty’s warm mouth envelops my dick as gagging sounds around the interior drown out the light music playing on the radio. My grip tightens on Honesty’s hair, almost ripping it from her head as my nut rushes out of my tip without my permission.
“Grrr.” I growl like a bear awakening after a deep hibernation as my left hand turns white from holding onto the steering wheel so tight.
Blinking slowly, I swallow over the moisture in my throat as Honesty releases my dick from her mouth and eases back into her seat.
“The heat from your cum always causes me to orgasm even without you penetrating me, Kayshon. Why won’t you consider me for more than draining your dick?” Honesty asks.
I open my mouth to respond until I see a figure kicking the flat tire of the vehicle haphazardly parked on the side of the road. My brows wrinkle instantly as an unfamiliar feeling enters my body, forcing me to pull behind the car.
“What the hell are you doing?” Honesty asks when I put the gear in park and grab the handle of my driver’s door.
“Sit tight,” I say, leaving the vehicle as the rain hits my body, and I feel like someone is throwing rocks at me.
Walking toward the unknown person, my vision blurs from the intense rain, causing my steps to quicken.
“Aye. What’s the problem?”
Nigga, did you really ask that question when you can clearly see the problem?
“Either you’re stupid or blind because it doesn’t take rocket science to see what’s going on,” a feminine voice says while turning around to face me with a mug on her face, causing my heart to stall for seconds upon seeing her.
Damn, even the rain can’t disguise her beauty. I wonder if I can add her to my roster.
Even in the cloak of the night, I can tell this woman is jaw-droppingly gorgeous with her peanut butter skin, almond-shaped orbs, high cheekbones, perfectly arched eyebrows, and full pouty lips. Despite her frowning, I see an innocence shining brightly while observing her face, which speaks to the depths of my broken soul.
“Ain’t no need for that hostility, baby girl,” I say.
“Tuh. We’re standing in the midst of a thunderstorm, and instead of asking me if I have a spare, you’re asking me what the problem is. Not to mention, my existence not coming from your nut sack, making it impossible for me to be your baby girl,” the woman snaps, causing a sinister grin to form as a low chuckle leaves my mouth.
*bam*
Hearing the passenger door of my vehicle slam, I close my eyes as Honesty’s voice pierces the air.
“What’s going on, baby?” Honesty asks in a syrupy sweet voice that grates on my fucking nerves because of the false endearment between the two of us.
“Oh, this is rich. You’re one of those niggas, huh?” the woman in front of me asks while rolling her eyes as the water clings to her clothes, causing my dick to stir from her titties becoming more pronounced.
“Baby?” Honesty shrieks as my eyes continue assessing the woman in front of me without acknowledging Honesty. “Oh, wait. You’re the woman who moved in over the weekend.”
“I guess you’re more than the woman with the dick stain,” the woman says, rolling her eyes, causing me to laugh at her dig at Honesty.
“Bitch, don?—”
“I promise you that despite the heaviness of this rain, you couldn’t handle the ass whupping I’m capable of giving you,” the woman says before answering her phone. “Hello. Yes, I’m still here and waiting for you to get here. While you’re fucking off, I’m being bothered by a big Hulk-looking nigga wearing glasses and the thang he smears his cum on. Mhm. Hurry up, shit.”
Oh shit! This woman is with the shits.
“You got me?—”
“About to meet the wrong side of my bad day. Come on and let me give your face something else to focus on than this nigga’s cum.”
“Damn, I’m gonna marry your ass.”
“Nigga, what?” The woman’s head snaps back like I hit her as her eyes tighten and her jaw clenches while her temple vein pulses wildly.
“What the fuck did you say?” Honesty snaps, causing me to give her the response she’s begging for.
Wordlessly, I pick Honesty up like she’s a rag doll and return to my vehicle while laughing because the woman looks like she’s either stunned or ready to tear a whole in Honesty without breaking a sweat.
I’m in love, and I don’t even know her name. I need to drive by Honesty’s complex to find out who this woman is.
Depositing Honesty in the passenger seat, I return to my side and get in without uttering a word. With my eyes on the woman, I prepare to wait for whoever is coming to rescue her from the predicament she isn’t open to me assisting her with.
“Ka—”
“Not now, Honesty,” I say without the presence of my eyes as I watch the woman getting into her car after flicking off my vehicle.
“Hold up, she cussed you out while the rain kicked y’all asses?” Jawaan asks, smirking.
“With her hair dripping, her bra showing, and the most aggressive mug I’ve ever seen from a woman,” I say, smiling.
“You must not have been too offended because your goofy ass is sitting here smiling like she told you she loves you or something,” Kyce says.
Recounting the story with my brothers a few days ago still has me feeling like a simp from the effects the unknown woman caused me. I sat in my car with Honesty huffing and puffing like she was seconds away from blowing my house down for fifteen minutes before some nigga pulled up to help the woman out. Seeing him nearly had me wanting to get out and knock him out, simply because the woman called him for help. I stared hard at the interaction between them to ensure the nigga didn’t kiss or show her any affection once he’d changed her tire. I didn’t share my promise to the woman with my brothers because I hadn’t quite processed the declaration myself.
I’m not sure what made me tell her that shit, but the words flew from my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. I would have tried to get the woman’s number if Honesty had not been present. The way my heart beat in my chest while looking at the unknown woman had me ready to drive to the nearest emergency room after dropping Honesty off that night. What’s crazy is that I didn’t have a clear picture of the woman due to the darkness of night and the intense rainfall. I could never tell my brothers how I wanted to kiss a woman I couldn’t see, yet my heart is still longing for today.
I don’t understand why I’m still hung up on her ass, shit.
“Call Masani for me, right quick,” I say to Kyce as his brows hike in question, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing his wife while placing the call on speaker.
“Hey, babe. I thought you were with Jawaan and Kayshon,” Masani says when the call connects after the first ring.
“I am. Uh, how are you and my babies, though?” Kyce asks.
“We’re fine. Enjoy your brothers, Kyce. You don’t have to check on us,” Masani says sassily, like Kyce is getting on her nerves, causing me to chuckle lowly.
“Pussy whooped ass,” Jawaan mumbles.
“Actually, I told him to call you, sis.” I interject before Kyce can respond as he flicks Jawaan off.
“Oh. Hey, brother. What can I do for you?” Masani asks cheerily, letting me know Kyce is definitely on her nerves, and he frowns instantly.
“Damn. How did this nigga get all that excitement when you married me?” Kyce asks.
“Hush, Kyce. What do you need, Kayshon?” Masani asks.
“I was just wondering if you’re still looking for a woman for Jawaan and me,” I say.
“I hope not. I thought we agreed that her voodoo tactics wouldn’t be good for us,” Jawaan says before Masani can respond as laughter echoes through the receiver.
“It’s above me now, my brothers. At this point, you two need to take it up with the Master, because all I can say is that His grace is sufficient,” Masani says.
“What? Nah, Masani, that doesn’t work for me. You’ll have to pray and tell God I was playing. Single me works best for me,” Jawaan says, pleading.
Hm. I wonder if I already met her without knowing it. Nah, neither God nor Masani would have me meeting the woman like I met old girl.
“Awe. I’m sorry, little brother. Again, you need to take it up with God. My work is done, and it's above me now,” Masani says, laughing, causing me to return to the conversation. My heart rate elevates when an image of the woman flashes before me.
“Do you know who the women are?” I ask lowly.
“Yep. She saw them at church but wouldn’t point them out for me,” Kyce provides before Masani can reply, causing my chest to pinch from the knowledge of it not being the woman from the other day.
Damn. Well, I guess I should be happy about that, but damn. I thought for sure I met the woman Masani has been praying about for me to meet.
“Oh, so she’s a churchy holy roller like you, sis?” I ask, ignoring the tightness in my chest. Jawaan shakes his head with a deep frown and wrinkles stretching across his forehead.
“Honestly, neither of them are regulars at the church, but I’m familiar with both of them,” Masani provides.
“Tell me this, big sis. Will I be rubbing my crusty feet on her or sleeping in the room with Cleo if you and God win this battle?” Jawaan asks.
“Fuck all that. What does she look like?” I ask the question swimming around in my mind.
“All I’ll say is neither of you will be disappointed. Now, I gotta go feed the girls. Love you both. Kyce, I see you when you get home.” With that, Masani ends the call, leaving me with more questions than answers as my stomach drops into my shoes.
Now God, I’ve already put my stamp of approval on a woman, so I need your plans and mine to sync. I would hate to sabotage your plans, but ole girl already felt like mine, so yeah, let’s agree to agree on this one.
A few days…
“Why are you getting dressed so fast? I thought we would spend the morning cuddling before I make us some brunch,” Honesty asks.
“What the fuck are you babbling about?” Frowning, I pause, tying my shoes to look over my shoulder at Honesty, who is holding the blankets against her naked body.
“I just thought we could spend time together outside of fucking. I was gonna make you some food,” Honesty says, pouting.
“What were you gonna cook?” I ask, knowing full well it didn’t matter because I wasn’t staying to eat anything from her kitchen. Resuming tying my shoe, I quickly complete the task so I can get out of here.
Honesty has several cats running around her spot, and seeing two full litter boxes at this entrance of the kitchen has me silently vowing to never indulge in anything but her pussy. Hell, she’s lucky I’m still putting my dick in her nasty ass. Although, I blame nightmares and the need to run from my issues for my ability to continue dumping my nut in the condom covering my dick while slipping and dipping in Honesty’s pussy. Rational thinking hasn’t once been at the forefront of my mind, which is why my dumb ass is trying to flee the scene now. The high from my nut has faded which means my big head is ready to slap my little head back into submission.
“Pancakes or wa?—”
“Nah, I’m cool. Be easy, though.” Standing, I quickly leave Honesty’s bedroom as I hear her bed squeaking, letting me know she’s about to be on my heels.
“Wait, Kayshon.”
“No time. I’ll hit you up when I need to relieve the pressure in my dick, though.”
In no time, I reach the bottom level, unlock the front door, and exit to see a familiar body contour across the way. My body freezes as my steps falter, and my eyes stretch wide while appreciating the sun’s beaming rays, providing me with an advantage for which I silently thank God. My eyes penetrate the woman’s back as she slowly turns, looking left to right before our eyes connect.
Hell yeah. I’m definitely marrying her beautiful ass.
Without acknowledging the heat coming from my back, my feet move toward the woman as my pulse increases with every step I take.
*wham*
The door slamming behind me doesn’t slow my stride, nor does it cause me to turn to change my mind. If nothing else, I need to know my wife’s name before leaving this townhouse community.