Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
KENDRALL
I couldn’t believe Karima was leaving. I was proud of her, but damn, I was gonna miss her. She was leaving in two months. I didn’t know who would talk us out of all the bullshit we thought about engaging in. She was our voice of reason, especially mine and Jacob’s. After setting up a plan with Uncle Storm to get that girl’s mama arrested for some shit on Crime Stoppers, he called Karima to calm him down.
I didn’t know how Uncle Storm knew that woman had been robbing folks and getting away with it, but he did. That was where Courtney’s drug addicted ass had gotten the idea from, thinking she would get away with robbing a Henderson. I was sure he wanted to do that shit already after what had happened to SS.
They had to go to the police station, I supposed to provide proof of how they knew it was her. I didn’t know. We would go to Cassie’s place in a few hours. I was able to get a moving company to go and pack her shit and get it all out of there today. I’d called Mesani and let him know the company was coming and to let them inside. We would meet them there shortly after.
He wasn’t too happy about me being the one he had to talk to, but he didn’t have a choice but to get over that shit. Cassie wanted nothing to do with him. I could totally understand that shit after all that had happened. With him threatening to press charges, she’d lost all respect for him. When he cheated, she’d lost some respect for him, naturally, but this… It was like he was trying to punish her for what he did to them.
He was a punk ass nigga that she should have never gotten involved with. He sold her a wolf ticket and distracted her with gifts and affection. She didn’t see the signs that he was an imposter… a no-good ass nigga. The working late excuses never played out. That nigga was out doing what the fuck he wanted to do, and Cassie was content because he’d come home with flowers and tenderness.
She was loyal to those who she loved, but that nigga didn’t deserve her… not one single ounce of her love. Saturday night, I wanted to just go all out and propose to her. We hadn’t been together officially but a couple of days, but she was my life. Fucking around with her for almost a year helped me to learn who she was as an adult. I knew her better than I knew my fucking self.
She hadn’t changed much. She was just a mature version of who she’d always been. Having her here, living with me, was a dream come true. As I lay here staring at her while she slept, I thanked God for the woman he’d blessed me with. I gently slid my hand down her side and whispered, “You are love.”
I kissed her forehead. “Being patient paid off, because God, You rewarded me greatly when You sent her my way. I don’t know how I was even living without her. You molded her perfectly to be everything You knew I needed.”
I saw her eyes flutter slightly, so I knew she was awake. I decided to fuck with her. “Even while she’s sleeping, she’s perfect. Drool and all. That morning breath done set in during this nap, but I don’t even care.”
She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain her laughter. When she shoved me before even opening her eyes, I laughed and pulled her back to me. I kissed her forehead then her lips, proving that I was joking. I slid my tongue to hers for a moment then pulled away. “I was just fucking wit’chu ’cause I could tell you were awake.”
“I know. I love you, Kendrall. The past three days have been unbelievable. I can’t believe I let you talk me into calling out today. I never do that.”
“’Cause you love me, girl. I just wanted to take today to love on you all day and help get your mind right for what we about to have to go do.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“I know, but I’m gonna be there. That nigga is really crazy if he tries anything with me and Uncle Storm there.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Yep. Come on. Let’s get dressed, before I dive in that pussy again.”
She licked my chest and sucked my nipple. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. I’ll go to that house smelling like lustful satisfaction.”
“Lustful satisfaction? That’s some new shit right there. I ain’t never heard that before, but I like it. You know I’m gon’ use that shit.”
She giggled, and before she could get up, I pulled her on top of me. Seeing her ride was one of the best feelings. Cassie knew how to roll her hips just right. The way her walls rubbed the head of my dick had a nigga wanting to scream. She had skills. I couldn’t deny that shit. I swore I was gonna break out singing “Feel the Fire.” She encompassed that old Peabo Bryson shit.
Reach out and touch me. My love is in your hands.
That shit was old school at its finest. I listened to R&B all the time, but the older hits always spoke to me. I kept that shit playing in my truck. I only listened to rap when I was around my boys. Christian loved rap. It was okay, but it wasn’t my first choice.
Being that Cassie and I were naked, it was hard for Cassie to avoid the inevitable. We had been fucking all morning. We took a shower and took a nap. We were supposed to be done until after we handled business with Mesani. Our biggest mistake was taking our nap naked. Her body was so damn beautiful. Whenever she was naked, I needed to be inside her… physically connected to her.
She lifted her hips and slid that hot shit on my dick. Her hips were going to spread wide as all outdoors fucking around with me. We’d fucked so many times the past few days it was crazy. She shouldn’t even be able to walk straight, especially after today’s activities.
“Ooooh fuck, baby. It gets better and better every time. You so fucking good.”
She liked praise. Her pussy got wetter whenever I talked to her during sex. I didn’t have a problem with that, because I had a praise kink too. I loved to hear her say how I was stroking that pretty pussy just right. The biggest flex was when she squirted all over my ass. I loved that shit. So much so until it felt like my dick grew an inch every time she did it.
“Kendraaaallll, I’m about to cum, baby.”
I pulled her over to me and began stroking her from below as I gripped her ass. Cassie was so fucking fine. Anytime I touched her body, it brought me to another level of passion. I needed her to always feel how much I loved her. When I felt her juices leaking to my balls, I slowed my stroke to make sure she enjoyed the moment even longer.
Her pussy was spasming around my dick, threatening to take me out the game, but I needed her to baptize my dick with her love. I gripped her neck with one hand while the other still gripped her ass and began stroking with more force. Listening to her screams was getting me there even quicker, but I restrained myself somehow.
“Fuck me up, Cassie. Ahh fuck, baby! Give it to me. Give me that shit I love, baby.”
She screamed loudly then sprayed me with what had to be close to holy water. That shit renewed and fulfilled me completely. When her trembles slowed, I released my restraint and nutted so hard she should have been gagging and throwing that shit up.
“Cassiiiiiee, shit!”
“Kendrall, I love you, baby. Oh my God.”
Her body began trembling again, causing me to stroke through my release to make sure she got that last one out. I swore I saw the pearly gates. It felt like I’d fucked around and found out just how lethal her shit could be. When she nearly blacked out, with tears streaming down her cheeks, I knew she felt the exact same way I did. We were in pleasure overload, and there was no place I’d rather be.
“What this lil nigga look like? I mean, is he big, little, in between? I need to know what I’m walking in on. That will determine if I pack my heat with me.”
“Uncle Storm, he looks like a nerd, man. Like a fucking mad scientist.”
Cassie chuckled and slowly shook her head. Uncle Storm looked right at her with a frown on his face. “I’m glad you upgraded. You was needing this nigga for real, huh? I think you hooked up with somebody that wouldn’t be hard to leave or some shit. When you came across this nigga again and got to know him more, it was like fuck his ass. What’s his name?”
Cassie brought her hand to her forehead as she shook it. “His name is Mesani, Unc,” she said.
He gave her a one-sided smile. I assumed that was because she called him Unc. Instead of taking Jacob home, he brought him along. When I saw them in the truck together, I could only say, “Oh shit.”
“A’ight. Let’s get this shit over with,” I said.
Cassie grabbed my hand and led me to the door. The moving company was already here, but she needed to make sure they were packing all her things. She was afraid Mesani would try to keep some of her furniture. She said a lot of it came from her previous home before they moved in together.
Before we left home, Karima had come over and prayed for us then gave us words of caution and wisdom. Man, I appreciated my sister so fucking much. She had us both calm as hell, only to meet up with Satan and one of his demons. Hopefully, neither of their asses had Cassie and me showing our asses. Uncle Storm could get the calmest nigga all amped up. I’d seen him get my dad all fired up, and that was damn near impossible.
She opened the door, and we walked in to see people in the kitchen packing dishes. “Good,” she mumbled.
I assumed all the dishes were hers. She walked through the house, I assumed looking for that nigga. It was a nice house. There was a huge fireplace with a nice size TV hanging above the mantle. When I heard, “I know you fucking lying!” I made a beeline to where her voice came from.
Uncle Storm and Jacob were right behind me. Before I got in view, I heard him say, “You thought I was just gon’ let you leave unscathed? You fucked him while we were together. You a fuck up, just like me.”
When I walked in that room with my uncle and cousin behind me, that nigga looked like he pissed on himself. “Who the fuck you disrespecting?” I asked.
I grabbed Cassie’s hand and pulled her behind me. I glanced around to see her shit thrown all over the place. Torn clothes were all over the floor. “This some real bitch shit. You tore her clothes? Nigga, is you a female or what?”
Uncle Storm walked to the bathroom and then came back out and said, “All her makeup is floating in water, man.”
I stepped closer to fuck him up, but Jacob stepped ahead of me and knocked his ass out. “You got shit to do, cuz. If he files charges, I’ll take that shit. That million-dollar purse belongs to a Henderson. You feel me?”
I bit my lip to hold in my emotion and nodded. I slapped his hand then turned to Cassie as she stared at Childish Gambino’s lil brother with a scowl on her face. “Baby, don’t worry about this shit. I got’chu. We can go shopping whenever you want to.”
She seemed to have zoned out, because she never responded to me. When she kicked that nigga in his nuts, I flinched. I stared at her as she looked at him. I eased up to her and said, “Baby, come on. He ain’t worth it.”
She finally looked at me, and the hurt I saw in her eyes nearly paralyzed me. I pulled her in my arms and kissed her head. She just seemed like she was in a daze. The way she fucked that nigga up, she probably could have handled his ass by herself. That kick to his balls woke him up like an electric shock. He was turned on his side, coughing. The minute he tried to get up, Jacob punched his ass again, knocking him out all over again.
I wanted to laugh at how easily that nigga fell victim to the Henderson Hammer, but I didn’t want it to seem like I was making light of what Cassie was feeling. Uncle Storm shook his head. “I guess we gon’ be calling Sidney Taylor and Shyrón Berotte again. Y’all niggas rowdy as fuck.”
Jacob looked at him, as did I, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. We’d heard the stories about how he brought a gun to school and how he and Uncle Marcus fucked up Reggie’s bitch ass before my dad eventually killed him. We walked out of her bedroom, and she told the movers to clean the house out. She had three bedrooms that were fully furnished. I didn’t know what she was gon’ do with all this shit, but she said she wasn’t leaving it for him to enjoy.
The only room she didn’t touch was their bedroom where he was still on the floor, out cold. She said she didn’t need to maintain memories of their time together, and I cosigned that shit wholeheartedly. We started helping the movers pack shit so we could get the hell out of there. We didn’t need his ass to wake up and call the police. Uncle Storm chose to stay in the bedroom with him in case he woke up.
That nigga wasn’t gonna knock him out, but I could imagine he would pull that gun and threaten his ass. I slowly shook my head at the thought. Mesani’s bowels would probably evacuate for real if he woke up to a gun in his face.
Jacob and I carried the easy shit out, like the couches, tables, and big appliances and let the movers take beds down and carry the bedroom furniture to the truck. Cassie carried boxes out, but when she came back inside, I saw her staring at something. I walked over to her to see she had framed the picture of herself in the hospital.
She looked dead in the picture, and it gave me a sinking feeling just staring at it. She looked over at me and said, “Whenever I’m going through something, I look at this picture. I overcame this. If I can overcome this, I can overcome anything. Thank you for reminding me of that during one of my weakest moments.”
“That’s what I’m here for, baby.”
I kissed her head as she picked the picture up and held it to her chest. She closed her eyes like she was praying. I didn’t interrupt whatever she was doing when the movers approached. Everything had been loaded, and things were still quiet in the bedroom. I gave the movers a head nod and handed them the keys to the storage unit we’d gotten before we showed up here, along with the paperwork so they would know where to go.
I slid my arms around Cassie as Jacob nodded and headed outside to the truck after texting Uncle Storm. When he came out of the bedroom, I had to interrupt Cassie. “It’s time to go, baby.”
She opened her eyes and nodded. Looking around the house, she took a deep breath and walked out. Once we were all outside, she locked the door, and we headed back to Nome.