Chapter 67 Ily2m
With my head leaned to the side, my lips sucks on the side, trailing against his entire nine inches.
“Zara..” he’s in a bliss.
Saliva drips from my lips as I grind and clap my ass against him, arching my back to take him deeper into my mouth. My hands wrap around the tip, stroking and teasing him with every motion.
“Mmm,” I moan against him, looking through my lashes at him as he speaks to me, slow paced, between groans.
“You love it so much don’t you?” I switch position and slide him in my mouth, bobbing my head with my eyes in his. It hits the back of my throat and I gag.
“Why you stop talk?” I ask, lifting my head for air.
He curses through clenched teeth, and as I start again, he lets out another sentence. I keep him close, hand wrapped around the base, each movement drawing out another confession, his voice rough and urgent with every stroke.
It’s a mess, no wonder it was hard for him to say.
“This is why mi never wah tell yuh,” he’s ashamed.
Really?
“Why?” I push my hair behind my ears, gathering my thoughts.
“Cause..” he shakes his head.
I take him deep, throat stretching as my ass shakes beneath his hand.
My eyes roll back at the sting of his smack.
Lifting him slowly from my mouth, I lock a wicked stare on him, swirling the tip with my tongue, bobbing my head, then I say, “You think I’m going to judge you?
” I snort. “Nickoi..” I lean closer and lick the side of him, from the base to the top.
He’s high off me.
“…I hated the idea of giving head and look at me… I do it for you. Cause I love you. I would never judge you.”
I didn’t expect it to be so messy. I thought it would be a mess yes especially when I saw Nickoi’s reaction but it’s a lot worst than I imagined. And even then, I won’t judge him or look at him differently.
“Now, let’s talk about this,” I get off him, but he hugs me tight making me laugh.
“Please… gimme a piece nuh,” he begs.
“No… we had a deal, and this deeper than sex and pleasure babe,” I
lean over and slip into my robe. I tie it and sit beside him.
“Hate yuh ways eno mon,” he whines.
I ignore that.
“So you talk to har bout your uncle…” I trail off, thinking of what to say.
“Hmm..” he hums. I stay silent, watching as he zips his pants before I speak.
“Babe you ask her?” he runs his hand on his ring. It’s on his right hand with a skull on it. His eyes are blank and his jaw is clenched. He’s slowly going back to the first stage the more he talks about this.
I sigh.
And clearly sex cannot help.
If you talk it will help..
“You ask her?” I repeat in a calm tone.
He nods.
As I wait for him to elaborate I realize that he has no plan to actually do that.
I touch him.
“Zara mi nuh wah talk bout this,” he sighs.
“You already told me the hardest part you can do this baby,” I try.
He laughs but it’s far from humor. “Mi tell yuh the hardest?” He repeats like a question before his face gets serious again looking at me. “Mi nuh tell yuh the hardest part yet.”
I breathe out. Can this mess get any worst? What the hell was wrong with Nicki? “Well one thing I learn is that we can do anything once we have each other,” I smile, lacing our fingers together. To my surprise, he starts smiling.
“You smiling?” I smile.
“Still a go through a turmoil but mi cya help it,” he retorts with a chuckle.
“I understand,” I tell him.
“But yea mi ask mommy bout it and she only mek things worst,” he says. I decide to stay quiet and let him talk. He continues when I’m silent.
“Mi tell har mi know uncle Orion a Junior father then mi ask har who a mine if a Orion or a Owayne.”
“Wah she say?” I ask.
He shrugs. “She did freak out…”
“So she never tell you?” I question, irritated.
“She walk weh,” he says. How she fi do that? My subconscious asks angrily. Now I know why he was soo angry earlier. He’s confused and he has no idea who his father is. Jesus..
“Babe..” I touch his hand, he’s a little tense. His eyes turns to me.
“I’ve never been in a situation like this so I won’t say I understand it but I can imagine. And even though what I’m about to say isn’t as valid I know who your dad is,” I admit.
“Who?” he asks.
“You know too Nickoi you’re just not sure but I am. It’s obvious, the Don is your father, Outlaw. I’m looking at him right now when I look at you and when I think back about the picture that hangs in your room,” I tell him.
Nickoi sighs. He has an unfamiliar expression on his face.
“I understand you’d be curious since the whole Junior thing but Junior kinda looks like your mom and you have a slight look of her too which is why y’all look alike.
But out of all Nicki’s children you look like the Don the most. She’s probably embarrassed that you found out about Junior’s dad and so it’s hard for her to stay around,” I say and I’m sure that’s the case.
“She told me one time that you act like him a lot,” I say and he looks at me.
I continue.
“She really loves all of you. But she said you’re special to her because you remind her of the love of her life whenever she see or hear from you,” I tell him. I get closer to him.
“It’s hard but please let go the anger, at least try. Think about the age gap for you and Junior. Obviously it was before your dad and maybe your dad knew and understood. She didn’t cheat, she was just young and everyone makes mistakes,” I say. He’s silently staring.
“What?” I ask.
He hugs me and I wrap my arms around him tightly. His head is buried inmy neck and I gradually run my hand up and down his back soothingly. We are like this for a while and when he pulls away, he seems like my Nickoi again.
My smile grows.
“Mi love you bad and words… cya explain… thanks a lot,” he says and I smile. I hold his face and suck on his lips.
“That’s why I’m here, and me love yuh bad too.”
He smirks.
“When yuh seh you cya give me half a wah mi a give yuh, you a talk foolishness cause yaw love me unconditionally and your love is more valuable than all the expensive things I bought you combined. If you can just love me that’s all the gift I want from you plus you give me two youth mi nuh see wah else mi could a want,” he expresses and I realize that my vision is getting blurry.
“I love you too, my Don,” I say in a seductive tone. The look he gives me is sexy. I wipe my tears with an innocent smile before I stand up. His eyes are droopy.
“You sleepy baby,” I say and his eyes roams my exposed thigh as he rocks his legs. This robe isn’t doing it’s job. I’m happy it isn’t.
“Yah,” he gets up and I ascend the stairs behind him.
“You should try asking your mommy about it again when she’s in a better mood,” I suggest. I have a feeling he’s gonna disagree with me. To my surprise though, he nods.
“Yah,” he says pushing the door and I smile. Wow, okay.
***
I think I’m dreaming when I hear a particular sound in my room.
Could it be? Oh my God. I squint my eyes, adjusting it to the sunlight and when I don’t see or hear anything again I sigh.
A dream then? I hear the sound again and I look over my shoulder and when my eyes land on it I gasp and start jumping and screaming.
I move over to it with a wide grin. “Ouuuuu!” I say excitedly. He bought the Pomeranian for you. I lift the flowers and sniff it then I smile to myself. Damn I love my husband.
“Soo cute,” I say now focusing on the Pomeranian again then I realize it’s a female puppy, making my day even better and it’s just starting. She starts wiggling around as I run my hand through her hair. She’s friendly and perky. I love her already.
The door pulls and Nickoi walks in with Zahir in his arm. “Mami,” he says and I look at him, with a wide grin.
“Thanks babe, I love you,” I tell him and he nods.
“Always,” he smiles watching me. “I love you too.”
He walks out after a while when he’s tired of watching me bonding with her.
When I’m done playing with my new pet, I feed her then I start wondering what I should name her. “Should I name you Pom? Short for Pomeranian? Do you like that?”
I’ll google some names. I honestly suck at names, I remember how much I struggled to find decent names for my babies.
After I’m done bonding, I do my morning routine and got ready to join Nickoi and his mom in the kitchen.
Yes, she’s here. I enter the kitchen and they’re in a deep conversation.
I turn on my heels and head outside. Instead of making it uncomfortable for them I pick up my babies.
“We are gonna go for a little walk,” I tell them as I put them in their stroller.
I quickly get my dog from my room and put her leash around her.
I sanitize my hand and when I’m done I clip my sanitizer on the stroller.
I approach the security building and Joe sticks his head out.
He smiles at the babies before he greets me.
“Good morning Zara,” he’s jolly today.
“Good morning, I’m going for a walk, I’m not going too far,” I say and he hesitates but nods.
“Not too far,” he repeats. It’s a warning.
Just as I promised I didn’t walk too far and because Beverly Hills is a deluxe neighborhood the people who live here are mostly inside or in their yard space doing what rich people do. When I’m satisfied I turn back, heading back home then someone says something to me causing me to stop.
“Good morning,” it’s a stout girl and I’ve never seen her. And she live right near you. Imagine.
“Good morning,” I smile. We are in an awkward silence before we chuckle.
She smiles.
“Your babies are… they’re so cute,” she compliments, while saying hi to them. She’s wearing faux locks and by the looks of it, she’s a baddie.
“Thank you,” I say then we walk over to the side when a Range Rover drives pass.
“I’m Jasmine,” she shakes my hand and I smile.
“Nice name, I’m Zara,” I tell her.
“You live in that house?” She points at it and I nod.
“Ohhh so close and I’ve never seen you,” she says making us laugh.
“Right,” I agree. Two a unuh just as bad.