Chapter 5
FIVE
“Shit,” I groaned, massaging my rigidness to rid myself of the semen that had been resting in my sack.
Closing my eyes, I tossed my head back and allowed the pleasure to consume me, just like thoughts of her did. There hadn’t been too many times in my life that I could admit to being unprepared, but to see such a gorgeous face with a spirit to match minutes after being set free was one of them.
That’s how Ever’s epilogue would end her story with me being her love interest, but I was far from a fucking block boy.
I was more of a sit at the head of the table and call the shots type of nigga.
The type that didn’t have to get his hands dirty because he had a hundred niggas willing to.
One that paid niggas not to throw their lives away while giving the FEDs a few years of mine.
Her story wouldn’t end with a block boy. It would end with a boss.
Hi . I recalled her voice, still projecting even though timid.
She had absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Until I was ready for what I knew she had to offer, I wouldn’t touch her because hurting her wasn’t even in my deck of cards. I wouldn’t hear the end of Lyric’s fucking mouth.
Bringer of light , I’d told her as I peeped the search she had started on my name. Anything she needed to know about me, I wanted her to ask me herself. She’d get the exact answers she was looking for, no gimmicks.
“Fuck.”
I quickened the pace, making sure that my palm brushed over the head of my dick with each stroke. Nut oozed from the tip slowly at first, but shifted gears as I continued to massage myself. Ending with theatrics, it splattered the shower wall I was standing in front of.
“Uhhhh, shit.”
My knees weakened as I leaned up against the railing beside me for support.
“Fuck.”
What I thought was the last of my semen wasn’t. It continued to trickle from my dick and hit the tiles beneath me as I watched it spit up from above. Once I was certain that there wasn’t a drop left, I released my tool and leaned my head against the wall. My limbs felt like spaghetti noodles.
Whenever I got a hold of Ever, she was in trouble, but before I conquered her body, I wanted to conquer her mind. It was the true treasure, and I was after it. All else would follow.
Laike had done his best shit with my crib, putting his architectural hobby to good use.
He designed good shit when he felt like it.
My new home looked like it was fresh out of a real estate magazine, interior and exterior.
There wasn’t a detail that he hadn’t included in the build.
He’d considered shit that I hadn’t even thought about, but was quite satisfied with having.
I descended the right wing of the staircase, leading me to the common areas that were all fully furnished and untouched.
My first stop was the fully stocked fridge that resembled a walk-in closet.
Inside the cool, well-lit space were shelves full of food.
I snagged two mangos and a bottle of water, opting to get out and eat a little later.
Standing at the stainless steel sink, I rinsed my fruit and removed the stickers off them before peeling back the skin of the largest one with my two front teeth.
For the second one, I grabbed a large bowl and began my tour around my new home.
The kitchen was impeccable. Its openness and plethora of counter space had me ready to bust out the pots and pans.
Beside the kitchen was a large mudroom that was attached to an even larger outdoor activities room that was screened in.
From there, I could see the dual-level pool house that was next to the in-law suite that was equipped with two full bedrooms and two full baths, one of each on each level.
I backpedaled and made my way around one of the two islands in the kitchen, still ravishing the mango in my palm, and headed deeper into my home.
There were two living rooms, one with a fireplace that wrapped around the corner and the other with a couch that was big enough to fit a family of twelve.
Good shit, my boy. I nodded as I thought about what Laike had done there. He was aware that I wanted a big family and right in this home was where they’d be raised. So, the couch meant a bit more than it probably should’ve.
There was a great room and a dining room, a poker and pool room, a man cave on the basement level, seven bedrooms, two offices, a full laundry room, a playroom, a theater, and a pet room that was underneath the left wing of the stairwell. There was a small library under the right wing.
Laike had successfully built a multi-million dollar home for under four hundred thousand dollars and if that wasn’t talent then I wasn’t sure what the fuck was.
I tossed the seed of the first mango into the bowl and started on the second as I sat on the cloudy couch that would one day sit my entire family at once.
On the table in the center of the sectional that nearly formed a full rectangle were a few necessities, two of which were phones.
The others were a passport, driver’s license, a Glock, and fifty-thousand dollars in cash.
I wouldn’t even question how he’d managed to get the license or passport.
Because at the end of the day, money talked and we had plenty to spare.
I picked up the iPhone, leaving the rest of the table’s contents where they were. There wasn’t a lock code on it, giving me immediate access to the contact list. Only a few names had been stored.
Ken.
Laike.
Lyric.
Mom.
Pops.
There was a missing link to the family tree, but I’d add it sooner rather than later. Ever’s name belonged at the top being that everyone was in alphabetical order. If it was the last thing I did, I’d make sure she was added to the list before anyone else’s number made the cut.
“Ahhhh. That boy is home,” Laike chanted in the phone as he answered it.
“Something of the sorts,” I responded. “Nigga, you played no fucking games on the pad, I see.”
“You deserved that. I had to make sure I set you up nicely to give your ass a reason to stay in that bitch.”
“As long as niggas keep their hands to themselves, you ain’t got to worry.”
“Then I ain’t got to worry.”
“Where you at, nigga? My stomach touching my back, and I need to see Whiteboy to get a real fucking fade.”
“I’m at yo’ door. You slacking.”
Barely a full second after he revealed his location, my doorbell sounded.
Instinctively, I grabbed the loaded Glock from the table and took it for a walk with me.
The path wasn’t a short one. It took me a second to reach the door, but when I pulled it open I wasn’t surprised to see Laike on the other side with a bottle of Ace in his hand that he popped the top on as soon as he laid eyes on me.
“Welcome the fuck home, my nigga!”
The bubbly splattered all over my fresh white tee. With a shake of the head, I left my annoying ass brother on the porch with the stupid ass bottle he was still piercing the air with while getting champagne all over my fucking floor. Some shit never changed.
“You still an old grouchy ass nigga, huh?” Laike finally joined me as I searched for something to clean up his mess with.
“Nah. I’m just not feeling niggas fucking up my floors or getting champagne on my tee.”
“Nigga, we can buy you a hundred thousand new tees and get a bitch with a big booty and OCD to come clean the floors in nothing but a thong. Just say the word.”
“Get out.” I pointed toward the door.
“Not that word, short-tempered ass nigga.” Laike chuckled.
“Bring your aggravating ass here, boy,” I sneered, pulling Laike in for a brotherly embrace.
He annoyed the shit out of me half the time, but he meant well. He’d always been the pesky little brother, just like Lyric had been the pesky little sister, but I imagined it came with the territory. Our chests collided as I cupped the back of his head in my hands.
“I missed you, big dawg.” He softened.
“I missed you, too, kid.”
Laike was only two years my junior. We were so close in age and looked so much alike that it was hard for some to tell us apart. We even shared the same height. Both standing 6’4. The only difference was our frame. He was thin as the wind. Me, on the other hand, I had some meat on my bones.
“So, what’s the plan? Food, barbershop? Then what?” Laike quizzed.
“I ain’t got no plans, really. When do the parents get back in town again?”
“Wednesday.”
“Bet. Seeing them is the only thing on my agenda this week,” I told him.
“Aw, yeah. Getting pussy ain’t?” Laike sneered, “’Cause if I was down for eight, I’d be whipping my dick out on any bitch that crossed my path.”
“I’ve waited this long, shit, what’s the rush?”
“Ummmmm,” he responded with a clever smirk on his face. “I know what the fuck that mean, nigga, don’t try to stunt.”
“I’m not.” I shrugged, leading him into the family room where I’d just left.
“Who is she?” Laike insisted as soon as our asses hit the cushion.
“I was planning on asking you the same ’cause I don’t have a fucking clue. I only got her name.”
“What is it? Maybe I can have my people look into her.”
Forever ready to put some people on it, Laike hadn’t changed a bit. This wasn’t the case though. I’d be the only one snooping around when it came to this one. Someway somehow, I knew she wasn’t a threat to my livelihood, so it wouldn’t be necessary.
“I doubt if all that’s necessary. She’s around.”
“Then what’s her name, nigga?” he probed, scrunching his face as if I was getting on his nerves, but he was the one on my fucking nerves.
“Ever,” I revealed.
“Ole girl that’s staying with Lyric? You seen her? Ahhhh. Shit, she did ride down with Lyric to get you.” He slapped his leg as he recalled.