That Fire (The Henderson Family Saga #30)
Prologue
Royal
“When were you going to tell me you were pregnant, Aaliyah?”
She lowered her head. She was having a hard time looking me in the eyes. It wasn’t like we were a couple, so I wasn’t sure what her deal was.
“I was afraid of rejection. You didn’t sign up for this. I mean, neither did I, but I don’t have a choice.”
I gripped her chin, lifted her head, and kissed her lips. “If you’re having my baby, I don’t have a choice either.”
“Babies. I’m having twins, Royal.”
My eyebrows lifted. “Twins? No shit? You know twins run in my family.”
“I know. Royal, I think it’s best if we get a DNA test to be sure though.”
I nodded. “You right. Is there someone else that could have possibly fathered the babies?”
“Yeah. Unfortunately, you aren’t the only one the condom broke with.”
“Mm. That’s because that pussy brings out the savage in niggas. You got that fire . . . that good shit,” I said, quoting Paul Wall.
She giggled as I nuzzled my face in her neck. Aaliyah was the only woman I could literally fuck every day. We had chemistry out of this world, but both of us were so busy, having fun being free, until we refused to sit long enough with it and actually give it the attention it deserved.
When I saw Seven outside, acting a fucking fool, I slowly shook my head. He was gonna make Iesha press charges on his ass. He said something to a nigga in a car, then went back inside. Giving my attention back to Aaliyah, I asked, “Is Bali your doctor?”
“Yes. She was so damn shocked when she saw me.”
“Thank God for HIPAA. Her ass would have blasted our business to anybody who wanted to know. I suppose it doesn’t matter now though. I’m sure I ain’t the only one who noticed you’re pregnant. What did your parents say?”
“I’m grown, Royal. They asked who the father was, since they knew I wasn’t dating anyone. I told them, but I also told them that I hadn’t told you. This is why I’d been avoiding you. I missed you.”
She put her hands to my face and pulled me to her.
I licked my lips and kissed her, sliding my hands around her body and gripping her ass.
Aaliyah was so damn fine. I swore she was the baddest Nome had to offer that wasn’t related to the Hendersons.
Even in school, she was fine as fuck. She was the only Black cheerleader there, all four years of high school.
All the guys wanted her, white and Black alike, but she refused to give it up.
Once we graduated, that was a different story.
We’d been fucking around for a couple of years though.
She left town for school, but she didn’t go far .
. . only to Houston. We didn’t give each other much attention until Noni and Red started openly dating.
“Damn, girl. I can feel the heat from your pussy through these jeans. You got time for me?”
“Aaliyah!” someone yelled from the door.
“Apparently not.”
She turned toward the door, and said, “That’s my mama. I’ll call you later, and we can hook up. I need you like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Oh, I believe that shit, because I need you just as badly. So what we gon’ do in the meantime?”
“I don’t know. What do want to do?”
“I would like us to be exclusive. I mean, we don’t have to be a couple, but I would like to be your only sex partner until we get the DNA results. I won’t be with anyone else either.”
She gave me a tight smile. “We can do that, especially since I’m fully satisfied whenever I’m with you.”
She slid her hand to my dick and gripped it, causing me to spin her around and hold her to me by her neck. I lowered my head to her ear, and said, “I can’t wait to please you tonight. Call me when you get home.”
I slid my hand over her breast down her body and rested it on her belly.
My heart was soft as shit. I felt like they were mine already.
I was gonna be a father. When we verified that, I was going to make Aaliyah’s fine ass mine.
No question. She slowly separated her body from mine, and I gripped my dick, trying to make that nigga behave, and watched her walk back toward the family barn.
She glanced back at me and slid her finger in her mouth seductively. She was gon’ have me fucking her to no end tonight. It felt like I was about to blast off in my pants.
“What you doing out here?”
I turned to see my lil brother, Crew. “I was talking to Aaliyah.”
“She’s pregnant.”
“Yeah.”
“Is it yours?”
“They. Possibly.”
“They?”
“Yeah. She’s having twins. We have to get a DNA test.”
“Damn. You don’t sound upset about it. You gon’ try to be with her if they’re yours?”
I remained quiet for a moment because I knew he was judging me. He was almost four years younger than me, but he always thought he knew what was best for me, like I didn’t have a mind of my own. I glanced at him, then said, “Absolutely.”