Chapter 18 #2
“I’m sorry.” She finally passed the phone back to him. “You can put out a statement and say you don’t know me like that. I’ll stop going out in public with you. I don’t want any of this coming back on you.”
Lethal chuckled. “You think I give a fuck what those people are saying? I don’t have a record.
That’s all they need to care about when it comes to my boxing.
They tried to bring up shit with my father when I first got in the game.
He was a whole king pin, and that didn’t stop anything.
Respectfully, those folks can suck my dick.
Just wait until I post a picture today of me doing skin to skin with Lyric. The internet really gon’ go up.”
Khrome was elated that he wasn’t upset. She was so tired of her past coming back to haunt her. She was so ready to get to the point where she had done more good than bad. Khrome hoped all of the skeletons were out of the closet, and she was finally in the clear.
“I’m definitely not trying to rush you, but since you’re not training right now, you think you’ll have more time to look at places?”
“You still want to move out?”
“Yes.” Khrome moved closer to him. “Since the age of sixteen, I’ve lived with a man.
As much as I would love to be here, I need to live by myself.
I need to pay my own bills for at least a year.
I need to find Khrome. And when my lease is up if we’re still a thing, then we can talk about living together. ”
“I can dig it,” Lethal looped one arm around her. “I’m proud of you.”
Khrome smiled brighter than he’d ever seen her smile. “Thank you. I’m proud of me too. Thank you so much for being patient with me and always being kind despite the circumstances.” She leaned in and placed a peck on his lips.
“I want to go shopping and get some things for Lyric. I suggest you go do your skin to skin because when I get there, it’s over for you, Buddy.”
“Word?” he chuckled. “Let me get my ass up there then.” Lethal kissed Khrome once more before grabbing his key fob.
When he was out of the house, Khrome closed her eyes in inhaled deeply through her nose. All the hell she’d run into on her journey had been worth it.
Tech watched his dick slide in and out of Blossom’s slick tunnel.
The slow strokes had him moaning and her trembling.
She had to be at the airport in an hour, and he was sending her off the right way.
His slow strokes intensified the sounds of her gushy pussy.
Leaning in so his back was on hers, Tech kissed the nape of her neck.
He wrapped a hand around her neck from behind, and the slight restriction of her breathing, him kissing on her sensitive spot, and his deep strokes had her releasing an intense throaty moan that she didn’t even recognize coming out of her mouth.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good,” she rasped. “I’m about to cum.”
“Let that shit go, baby,” he spoke directly into her ear. “I’m about to cum with you. This fuckin’ pussy is so fuckin’ good,” he panted while increasing the pace of his strokes.
Blossom slapped her hand on the headboard as an orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.
The essence that pooled on Tech’s tool had him gritting his teeth together and growling like a wounded animal as he released into her.
Thank God she was on birth control because between the two of them, Tech didn’t know who was the horniest. A woman with a high sex drive was a blessing.
They couldn’t get enough of one another.
Tech pulled out of her still hard but extremely satisfied.
Blossom stood and rushed into the bathroom, so she could hop in the shower.
Tech decided not to shower with her because he’d be too tempted to go for another round. Since he was taking her to the airport, he showered in the other bathroom. When Tech walked back into his bedroom, his phone was ringing as Blossom put lotion on her arms and stared at the screen.
“Alora is calling,” she smirked.
All he could do was shake his head. She was still calling after weeks of being ignored.
“I should answer it,” Blossom joked.
“Go ahead.” Tech didn’t care one way or the other, and he didn’t have to tell her twice.
With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Blossom snatched the phone up before it could stop ringing. “Hello.”
Tech chuckled at the nice, professional, pleasant tone she used.
“Hey, Alora, it’s Blossom. Tech is getting dressed, so he can take me to the airport. Would you like me to give him a message for you?”
Tech eyed Blossom as she chuckled and placed the phone on the dresser. “She hung up.”
“Petty as hell,” Tech laughed. “Maybe now she’ll get the hint. On God, I haven’t answered for her since I found out who she was.”
“She always gave desperate pick me vibes,” Blossom mumbled as she stepped into a pair of black leggings. Being comfortable on the plane was a must.
“Just don’t forget our date when you get back.”
“I’ve never seen someone want to get whooped in basketball so bad. If an ass whooping on the court is what you want, it’s what you’re going to get, baby,” she blew him a kiss.
Tech couldn’t believe his luck. After years of doing women wrong, he doubted he would come home to peace.
He fumbled a good woman when he lost Tasha, and he had probably made plenty of good women cry.
The fact that he didn’t have daughters was a shocker to him because he just knew that was how God was going to punish him.
With daughters. Despite all the wrong that he’d done, he found Blossom, and she was a winner.
Even if she made more money than him at the moment, he didn’t care.
Tech knew what he was capable of. The same way he made millions off drugs, he could make millions the legal way.
Between the trucks he’d be driving, the food truck that he owned, and him opening an auto mechanic shop, he knew within two years, he’d be set.
Tech couldn’t be everywhere at once, so whoever he got to run his food truck was going to have to get his recipes down pact and cook the food the exact same way he would if not better.
Tech missed driving, so he’d hire drivers, but he would drive his own truck at least twice a week.
The plan was to get at least four eighteen wheelers.
And lastly, once he got the auto shop up and running, he’d work there a few days a week working on cars and running things.
Getting all of those things in motion plus spending time with his kids and grandkids and making time for Blossom was a lot, but he was up for the challenge.
He liked the fact that she didn’t just sit around and pout about him being busy.
Between coaching, her podcast, and her clothing brand, they had to find time for each other equally.
Blossom was a boss. She was on her shit, and she encouraged Tech to be the same way.
Instead of nagging if they went two or three days without seeing one another the moment they did link up, she was undressing him before he could say hello.
Tech loved that shit. She was like a fiend for the dick, but he was the exact same way about her pussy.
Blossom sat down on the bed to put her sneakers on. “My little fake ass son is on my head. He wants to meet Lethal bad. He talked all that shit about me dating you until he found out who you were. Or who your sons were rather.”
“Can’t be mad at him for that. I get it.
We’re having a lil’ cookout soon at Brazil’s house to celebrate the end of the season for him and the win for Lethal.
Also, Lyric is doing good, and the doctors are predicting that as long as she doesn’t have any complications, she can possibly come home in four to six weeks.
She’s up to almost five pounds now. We have a lot to celebrate. ”
“If I took my sons to Brazil’s house they’d lose their minds. And I used to be in the WNBA mind you. And the moment their father finds out, he might start foaming at the mouth and cursing us out like Denzel did niggas at the end of Training Day.”
“Cedric better get somewhere and sit down. I’m really trying to let the Tech I used to be stay tucked. But if he’s still being an issue after you tried to take his eyesight, then he might just need his ass beat.”
A random man beating Cedric to a pulp might be a little amusing but not Tech. She didn’t want it to come to that. Hopefully, Cedric would get it together and realize that she had moved on. Maybe she should pray for a relationship with him like Tech and Tasha had.
She stood and walked into the living room. Tech didn’t live too far from the airport, but they needed to leave ASAP. Tech grabbed her bag and opened the door for her. As she sauntered through, he used his free hand to smack her on the behind.