9. Asher
Asher
Earlier The Night Before…
“ S he was gettin on my fuckin nerves, man.” I fussed to Zane. We were sitting on the balcony of my condo after a day of conditioning. It was that time of the year and preseason was among us. This was something that I did after practice normally to calm my mind. Now that I had Ashtan, I still planned to do so. However, I would incorporate him.
Zane thought the idea of Katniss reaching out to me every other minute to verify if she could use money that I gave her was comical. “Man, you better be lucky that she’s asking. She could be one of those money-grubbing baby mamas that want all high-end shit. Her ass was shopping at discount furniture stores and shit.”
“Bubba, dat girl got almost ninety thousand in our joint bank account. She betta leave me da fuck alone,” I said after I cut my eye over to him. “Her ass texting me about a three hundred dolla Target purchase. Girl, get off my fuckin phone,” I ranted.
I got that Katniss didn’t want to feel like she was using me, but she could never do that shit. Let’s be logical. I’m the same nigga that gave her five thousand and a car to go shopping after one night with her. Oh, and I paid her tuition. I did all that shit without her asking for any of it. I really like to think that I was a good judge of character.
“Well, it was a good move to make the bank account joint. At least you can monitor her spending,” Zane commented with a shrug.
My head moved side to side. “That ain’t why da fuck dat shit joint. When I called her fat up ass down to da bank to open da account, her ass wouldn’t do um unless I put my name on um too,” I confirmed. “Ion give a fuck what dat girl spen out da account. As long as my son good.”
“You a betta man then me, that’s for sure. These hos can’t get shit from me but some dick. Fuck that shit,” he said callously. I called bullshit.
I pivoted my body in the lounge chair to face him. “So, is Daisy one of dem hos you talkin bout?” When he didn’t respond, I knew exactly what it was. “Yeah, like I thought. You can talk dat big boy shit to eryone else, but I know how you move.” I took a sip out of my cup after I turned to my original position. “Fuck outta here, my boy.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he said after he kissed his teeth. “Nah, I’m not going to say that she fits in the category of a ho, but she’s not my damn girl. I tell you what, though, I fuck her ass like a ho.”
“You eat her pussy and shit?” I asked without looking at him. Once again, he didn’t answer, letting me know what was up. “Like I say to you a few days ago, stop playin wit ya own feelings. Last I checked, you don’t eat ho pussy.”
Now Zane turned in my direction. “Says the man that was eating all type of orifices on Katniss night one. So, what’s that about?”
“Shh, I ain’t got a problem admitting that I like my baby mama,” I proudly said. “I just ain’t make my fuckin move yet because makin sure we co-parent healthily is more important. If I can’t properly co-parent wit my baby mama, then I can’t be wit my baby mama.”
Yeah, I liked the hell out of Katniss. That was a from day one thing. I always thought that we would eventually cross each other’s paths again. I just never in my life thought it would be at a day care where she was picking up our child. The more I saw her in mommy mode, it made me like her even more. The sexual tension between us was stupefying.
The sun had long ago set which meant it was getting late. Zane gave his goodnight and was out the door around ten-thirty. I’d already taken a shower and called Mrs. Raylen to check on both Ashtan and Ashan. I missed my boy and my nephew. I saw both of them yesterday, but that was beside the point. Finally, I was in my bed with the television on to catch up on some crime shows that I watched. When my phone rang with the special ring that belonged to my sister, I answered.
“What’s up, Sis?” I asked as soon as the line connected. It was late, and last I checked, she and Daisy helped Katniss finish getting her place together. I wanted to go down there so badly to check on her after I got home, but I thought better of it. I didn’t want her to think that I would just be popping up when I wanted to. At least not this early in the game. I could have moved her anywhere in the damn city, but I had an objective for moving her into my building that went past her safety.
There was music in the background of the call. “Bubba, you need to gon head and start headin to da jail because I think Kat about to whup dis bitch ass. When we get to the jail and dey let us use da phone I ga call you back.”
Before I could say shit back to her ass, she hung up. What the fuck she on? To hear her say that Fat-fat was about to fight threw me off. Kat was far from a rowdy chick, so it made me wonder who she was about to fight and why. I pulled myself out of my bed to throw on some basketball shorts and a T-shirt. I made sure I texted Zane to bring his ass on, too, because I knew Daisy’s crazy, happy, silly ass was in the mix.
When we got to the jail, they had just arrived. That shit was crazy that Tiara had foresight that they would be arrested. The people at the place didn’t want to give me information outside of the time of the court hearing. I waited a while, then pulled their asses up on the booking website. Assault and battery was the charge for Daisy and Tiara. For Katniss, they hit her with assault inflicting serious bodily harm. What the fuck?
“Man, who the fuck you think they fought?” Zane asked after we sat down in the waiting room. “This shit is wild.” For a nigga that wasn’t feeling Daisy, he looked frustrated as hell.
I shrugged. “Shit, man, I don’t even know.” It was just after damn midnight and the court hearing wasn’t until three in the morning. “I’m sure we’ll find out soon as they bring their asses out here.”
We sat there in silence. Around one thirty in the morning, my phone rang with a number I didn’t recognize. “Who da hell is dis?”
“Asher!” I pulled the phone away from my ear because of the volume of the caller. Whoever this was had lost their mind.
“Ion know who dis is, but you betta pipe dat shit down before you get dis dial tone!” I paused to make sure I was understood. “You done lost your fuckin mind. Now who da fuck is this?”
In a calmer voice the caller identified themselves. “Asher, this is Penny.” Now that can’t be right.
“Nah, dis can’t be Penny cause I been block ya number,” I said with disbelief. “How you on my line?” After I confronted her at her house, I blocked all communications with her ass.
There was silence for a moment. “Um, this is one of those phone number apps.” Oh, dis bitch bold. “Look, just as much as you don’t want to talk to me, I don’t want to talk to you. Your little stunt with my husband resulted in divorce papers and an eviction.”
“What dat English queen say? Sorrows, sorrows, prayers, bitch. Again, why da fuck you on my line?” I wasn’t sure why she thought I would give a fuck about her and her husband’s shit.
She snickered lowly. “I swear, if I knew you were this ignorant asshole, I would have never fucked you.” When I told her that she would have and that I was about to hang up, she got her shit together. “ Okay, okay! Look, I’m calling to tell you that I will be keeping those charges on your lil baby mama and her friends for attacking me. Those hoodrats are going to jail.”
“Ah, you’re the bitch they bopped in da head.” That made sense in my mind, but I still wasn’t happy about it. “What the fuck you do to make dem attack you?”
“I didn’t do shit!” The volume of her voice was elevated again. “Your whore of a fucking—”
I hung up on her ass, then proceeded to block that number. She could kiss somebody else’s ass because I didn’t want that bitch anywhere near me. “Man, they fucked up Penny,” I told Zane.
He dropped his head in his hands before he looked at me with his head sloped to the right. “I thought Katniss didn’t like being in the blogs? I’m sure people recognized her from the original blog and taped that fight.”
Right! Katniss was on my ass about Penny because she ran to the blogs. Now Katniss was giving other people a reason to run to them. “Man, look, this shit is crazy.”
We sat there for a few more hours before the girls came from the back. Katniss was the only one who wore a scowl.
“Ion know what da fuck you so mad fa. You whupped that girl ass, so be happy, lil miss knuck if you buck.”
I stood, turned my back to them, then walked toward the door to leave the building. “Y’all boy wild,” I said over my shoulder as I walked in front of them. “How da fuck you say you ain’t wanna be in da blogs, but round here fightin bitches and shit?”
“Whatever, Asher. If you maintain better control of your hos, I wouldn’t have to fight bitches!” Katniss yelled at my back. “You damn right I’m going to pounce on a bitch when she calls my son a fucking bastard.”
Her words felt like prickly needles being stuck into my ears. “What da fuck you say jus now?” She repeated herself and I snickered. “Aight, bet dat. Let’s fuckin go!” We all climbed into my Tahoe. All the girls got into the back with their fighting asses.
When we got to the building, we all went to Katniss’s condo. I was impressed by how much they’d gotten done in one day. The furniture and décor that my baby mama purchased was nice as hell. I never thought that it wouldn’t be. Her other apartment was decorated nicely with nice furniture. It looked like she decided to keep her living room set. “Fat-fat, ya living room set nice, but you need a bigger piece fa this big ass space. Put dis one in da third bedroom and set it up as a den, woman cave, or something and buy a new one.”
“On dat note, I ga go,” Tiara announced. “Katniss and Daisy, call me lata today so we ca go to brunch.” She knew to get the fuck on.
I felt Katniss’s eyes on me. She probably wanted to fuss about spending more money. She had already told me that she wasn’t sure what she was going to use the third bedroom for. Minutes after Tiara was out the door, Daisy and Zane followed suit. Now it was just me and Katniss with her scrunched up face ass.
Her arms went across her breasts and her thick ass hip stuck out. “What you plan to do about ya stupid ass ho calling our son a bastard?” she asked with her neck swirling. “I already did what the fuck I was gonna do.”
I thought about it for a moment. “I ain’t ga do shit. You done handled da shit although yo ass shoulda let da shit go.”
Her eyes bugged out and her arms dropped. “So, you’re going to let that bitch talk crazy about our son! That’s some bitch shit!”
There went those prickly needles again. “I swear people got me fuck up today.” I took a step toward her ass. “Let’s get some shit clear. Lower ya tone when you talk to me. I done told you about da disrespect.” I waited a moment before I continued. “Me not doing shit doesn’t make me a bitch.
“It make me a man that has shit to lose,” I pointed out. “See, I ran up on her da first time out of respect fa you and the safety of you and my boy. Dat was worth da run up. Someone calling my son a bastard are false words. Katniss, I don’t argue with muthafuckas in the comments because their asses don’t matter.” I stood firm to allow the words to sink in. “Let me ask you a question, Fat-fat.
“You outcha fighting bitches over baseless words like you not a whole ass nurse outcha. You got shit ta fuckin lose,” I told her. “If dat assault inflicting serious bodily harm charge sticks, you ca risk ya damn license. Is a bitch callin ya child a bassad worth dat shit?”
I could tell by the softening of her face that she didn’t think of that shit. Yeah, it was easy to jump on someone, but growth was understanding how to evaluate if it was worth it. At this point in my life, I was worth well over three hundred mil because of my contract, previous funds from past contracts that I hadn’t touched, investments, endorsements, and businesses that I either owned or partnered in. I had yet to touch any of the money from my damn contract because I was living off my other streams of income. As soon as I got into the league, I walked my first check right into Washington-Smith Investment Firm in the Chuck. My mama didn’t raise a fool.
Katniss twiddled with her fingers and shuffled on her feet before her eyes closed. “Shit, I wasn’t thinking. I just got so mad.” After her eyes opened, she said, “This was why I didn’t want to be bothered with the whole being Asher Kane Wilson’s child’s mother thing.”
“You got one mo fuckin time to say, allude, or even think about that dumb shit right there.” She had me fucking tight right now. “You talkin bout being bothered. Be fuckin bothered. Da fact will not change, Katniss, yo ass is Asher Kane Wilson’s baby mama.” I lowered my face to be leveled with hers. “What da fuck you ga do when you my lil one and my fuckin wife? You might be bothered, but you ga still be mine, Fat-fat.”
Her entire body tensed. Yeah, just like that. I was tired of this slow burn shit. I ain’t fucked since the last time I fucked Penny, and the only person I wanted was my baby mama. My boy’s birthday party, which we pushed back because of the move, was next weekend. I wanted Katniss to be my girl by that time.
“Huh?” she said just above a whisper.
“If ya ass can huh then ya ass can hear.” I wrapped my hand around her neck with a little squeeze. “Stop playing wit me, lil one. Get your shit togetha before I do em fa you.” My lips crashed onto hers.
She wasted no time when she wrapped her arms around my neck and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her moan ignited the bricking of my dick. We walked backward toward her couch. “Dat wha wrong withcha. You need dis dick. Tell me Fat-fat need dis dick, Kat.”
My hand was still around her neck, but I loosened it so she could answer. “Yes,” she uttered breathlessly. “I need that dick, Asher.” Damn right she did.
“Kat, tonight, dis gonna be straight ass fuckin,” I informed her. We could do that love making, sensual, nice shit another time. I needed to size Fat-fat back up to this dick. “Take dat shit off and bend da fuck over.”
My lil one took a step back, then stripped out her clothes. Outside of a few stretchmarks that my son gave her, her body was just as I remembered it. Nah, it was better. Those stretchmarks made my dick harder because I knew why they were there. She grew my boy in her and was given some beauty marks.
“Yo sexy ass,” I complimented. Something popped in my head, so I asked, “Aye, you on birth control?”
She giggled, then responded. “Yes. I use NuvaRing that you have to insert every three weeks. I inserted a new one a couple of days ago.” Her hand went to my bearded chin. “You can enjoy Fat-fat in all her glory after I see those most recent test results.”
Always an adult. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and went to my healthcare app. After a few clicks, I pulled up what I needed. “Here you go. Just got tested two weeks ago.” I planned to be back in this pussy soon, so I wanted to be proactive. I knew she would ask, especially after she found out about Penny’s ho ass.
She smiled as she reviewed them. While her eyes were still on the screen, she asked, “Do you want to see mine?” Finally, her gorgeous eyes were back on me.
“Nah, that shit ain’t necessary,” I told her. I moved toward her naked body. She stopped me. When she asked how I knew if she didn’t fuck someone after me, I cocked my head to the side. “Fat-fat, has anybody else been in my shit after me?” When her brown cheeks turned a little bit rosy, I said, “Like I said, not necessary.”
I took another step forward. “Suck dis dick, Kat.” She had me stressed like hell tonight. I deserved some pre-game.
She took a step in my direction, which had her body pressed against mine. Her soft hand reached into my shorts and boxers, then gripped my dick. “Mm, I missed him.” She got on her tip toes to kiss my lips before she dropped to her knees. I watched her pull my boxers and shorts down, jack my hardened dick a few times, then engulf my shit.
You ever seen someone put a full chicken wing flat in their mouth, suck on it for a few seconds, then when they pulled it out of their mouth there was nothing but the bones left? When I saw people do that shit, I used to think what kind of suction power that is? I was now convinced that it was Katniss Roland’s power. “Yeah, eat that dick. You rememba da last time we fuck? Yeah, you wasn’t even my lil one then. Now you is, so how you think I bout ta come wit dis dick now?”
When she moaned on my dick, I felt her hands shake on my thighs where she had them. I knew she had just had her first nut of the night. If she was nutting off my words, then it was going to be a long night for her mouth, ass, and pussy. My hand went to the back of her head. I held it in place before I fucked her mouth. When she gagged a little, I shook my head. “Aht, aht, you betta put ya thumb in ya hand or whateva y’all be ta do. Ain’t no gagging when you eatin dis dick.”
My other hand reached down and grabbed her breast. Once I had it firmly in my hand, I got my fingers right to pinch her nipple. “Mm,” she moaned out loudly. There it goes again. Those hands of hers got to shaking. Nut number two.
I pulled my dick out of her mouth and told her to climb on the couch backward. She knew what was up. I pulled my T-shirt off and gave her the time to get in the perfect position. Once she was there, I walked over to get into position behind her. I readjusted her a little bit to my liking. My finger played with her middle. Dat monkey was soaking wet.
“Fuck me please, Asher,” she said seductively. She peeked over her shoulder. “I need you to fuck me.” She clapped her ass.
I smacked it hard as hell, which brought a hiss out of her. “You know I like dat manners shit.” I aligned myself to Fat-fat’s opening and went in. “Muthafucka!” This pussy felt better than I remembered. I had to stand still for a moment because she was not going to shame me. Her ass clapped on my dick. I counted those fuckas down from five and took the hell off.
“You good ass pussy havin ass!” I complimented her. “I still ain’t got no ring, but now a nigga willin to give you one.” The ripple of her ass had me damn near dizzy. Let me stop looking at her ass. I reached forward, grabbed her hair, and pulled her back toward me.
“Asher, fuck!” I punished that pussy using all the angles. I was acute, right, obtuse, straight, reflexed, and full rotation in this pussy. Geometry was my favorite subject in school. Surprisingly, the understanding of geometry was beneficial in the game of football. “I’m… I’m about to cu-cum.”
My top lip lifted. “Dick got you stuttering, lil one?” Seconds later, a waterfall wet my dick. “Ole wata pussy Kat. That’s what ya nickname should be. Oh shit!” I forgot when she nutted her pussy pulsed. I smacked her ass. “Fat-fat, ease da fuck up.”
She threw her ass in a circle. “I can’t help it. You know what happens when you make me cum.”
I used her wetness to wet my fingers so I could lubricate that ass. “I got something that can help.” I slipped out of Fat-fat into Baby Fat. Nice and slow would always win the ass fucking race.
“Yes, yes!” She threw her head back with pleasure. “I miss you in my ass. I miss you in Fat-fat. I miss you in my mouth.” She let out a moan before her body shook. “I just missed you.”
That made my heart smile and shit. “A nigga missed you too. Make sure you change my name in ya phone too.” I wasn’t just her baby daddy anymore. I was much more.
“Okay, Asher, I will,” she told me. “You gonna fuck your number one fan all night again?”
I stroked her asshole about to nut at the mere thought of having the chance to fuck her all night again. This time would be different though. “Nah, I’m not. I’m going to fuck my lil one all night.” Oh, her ass was going to need a spa day after tonight, and I’d happily give her one.
A Few Days Later…
“My boy, why da fuck you keep Plan B pills in ya fuckin house? You don’t even fuck bitches in ya house.” Zane had just finished telling me about his night with Daisy after they left Katniss’s condo. When he said Daisy walked out with one of the boxes of Plan B pills that he had in his linen closet, I thought the man had two heads. What the fuck!
We were at my mama’s house for dinner. Katniss was picking our boy up from day care after work and heading over here. When I got here, I told my parents about me and her committing to a monogamous relationship. Both of them said they weren’t surprised and thought it would have happened a while ago.
Zane gawked at me. “I know I don’t fuck bitches in my house,” he said. “I keep them there because they need to be stored at a controlled room temperature of68–77°F. I can’t keep them in my car because they wouldn’t be good. When we go out, I take them just in case and put them in the hotel room once I get it until I need it.”
“So, you be fuckin des females unprotected?” I just knew that wasn’t what he was telling me. “Boy, I bout to tell my daddy.”
His face contorted. “Nigga, is you crazy? I don’t fuck none of these bitches unprotected except Daisy.” The second it left his mouth, I knew he didn’t mean to let that shit slip. “I still make them hos take one though,” he said in an attempt to skate over what he let slip.
I wasn’t about to let that shit slip away. “So, you be fuckin dat girl wit no protection, but you not feelin her like that?” I chortled. “You need to get out ya ego and holla at dat girl on some serious shit befo another man do.”
“I’m good on that,” he said. There wasn’t much confidence in his tone. My boy was spiraling, but he would have to see that for himself. He took a sip of his beer. “You get with Ashtan’s mother and now you’re a relationship guru.” He laughed, then took another sip.
I joined his laughter before I told him fuck him. My phone dinged with a notification on the side table where it sat. We sat in my parents’ den. Ever since that shit with the blog, I put an alert on her posts. I wanted to make sure Penny or anyone else’s stupid ass wasn’t talking too much shit. The fight between Penny and Katniss did end up in the blogs just like I suspected it would.
“Man, let me see what da fuck dis bitch talkin bout now,” I mumbled as I opened the notification. “Boy, what you done did that got your name in the blogs?” I asked Zane with a titter. I started to read the article and immediately stopped talking. “Oh, hell fuckin no!”