Chapter 9 #2
“D-Donovan?”
“Hmph?” He refused to let up as he stretched her lower globes, finger-fucking her ass while slurping and sucking her sticky center.
“Oh, you’s a nasty motherfucker. Bitch, I swear I love your ass. Dread, baby.” She tugged on his dreads, riding his tongue as tears rained down her face. “I will fucking kill if you do this shit—What the fuck!”
He quickly shoved her down, ramming his dick inside of her. Her eyes expanded as he filled her up, pumping feverishly as he bottomed the pussy out.
“You thinking about leaving me, huh?” His teeth pressed into his bottom lip while his balls slapped her ass.
“Nooooo!” she sang. “I-I could never.”
“Naw, I think you love the dick. Not me.” He smiled, watching her flushed skin pepper with sweat. “I’m your baby now? Because a second ago, you were about to snap my fucking head off.”
“I’m sorry. Just, just—”
“Just what, Chaney?” He pulled out, flipped her over, then slapped her ass. “Arch that fucking back.”
If she didn’t know anything else, she knew this nigga knew how to fuck.
He lined up his thickly curved, eight-inch dick and plunged inside of her.
Chaney knew the verdict if he tried to leave, and unlike Kaleela, that bullet wouldn’t have missed.
Just when she was about to cum, he pulled out and commenced to fucking her lower hole with his tongue while he had three digits inside of her pussy.
Chaney was lightheaded, damn near blind, and she’d be blind as long as he’d still have her.
That was when she knew what she had with Kaleela wasn’t love.
It was lust and the need to feel important, because who didn’t know Kaleela “K Smooth” Bradshaw?
She’d only been pining over her since she was a wild sixteen-year-old, in love with the life she saw her live with The Crew.
Not with Donovan, though. Even if he had nothing, she’d still choose him.
He smacked her ass, and she yelped. He grinned, seeing the reddened handprint on her ass cheek. He was so addicted. He licked her skin before he sat up and dipped back inside of her.
“Next time, come in here like you got some fucking sense,” he commanded, both hands pressed on each side of her waist. Her ass checks jiggled, damn near hypnotizing him at the sight of them.
“I’m cumming, baby. Shit.”
“Good.” He grunted, feeling her walls contract. He was right behind her when his balls tightened before he released his seed, praying maybe, just maybe, his reckless act would forever keep them connected.
She looked over her shoulder, panting, and rolled her eyes.
“I know, but fuck that. Let’s go clean up and come back out here like civilized motherfuckers.” When he spoke, especially after the good dick he gave her, she listened.
“Fine,” she conceded with a pout. “But I want answers, Donovan, and not the shit you’ve been feeding me.”
She rolled over, then followed him to the bathroom.
Since she’d managed to stay a night or two throughout the week, she had a few toiletries underneath the sink.
She’d go without panties because, at this point, she was too tired to sit around him and his friends.
Once they were done, and she’d slipped into one of his large shirts he kept there in the drawer, he tapped the bed, motioning for her to sit.
“I’m sorry. That was fucked up how I came at you.”
“You think?” He laughed with a hiked brow since she was never the first to apologize about anything, even when she was wrong. “And you threatened to kill my ass, or was that because of the dick?”
“Both are true, but I won’t lie. It feels like what I left. I can’t do that anymore, but old habits are so hard to break.”
“I ain’t her.”
He scoffed. He’d already heard some shit about his cousin and Chaney’s ex.
Until Scooter brought it to him, though, he’d sit on it.
Mango couldn’t help herself, but it wasn’t intentional.
She had no clue the “bad bitch in the wheelchair” was the same one who tried to kill him.
He felt somewhat betrayed, but until he got all the answers, he would sit back and let it play out.
If Kaleela was trying to get to him through his cousin, he’d beat her to it, and unlike her, he wouldn’t miss.
“I know. When I feel a way, I just react. I was wrong for how I came at you, but not about why I did. You’re my first true love, Donovan. It’s scary but a beautiful thing. Like you have power over me.”
He wasn’t sure about the “first love” part, but he felt the same about her having power over him.
He could be having a fucked up day, and with one call, her voice brightened it.
Scooter said she was like a muse, his anecdote.
He said once she showed up or called, his lyrics flowed better, sounded more authentic, too.
He agreed, but there were days like that one that made him feel she wasn’t all his.
She wasn’t his Chaney. She was Kaleela’s girl, and he wasn’t fucking with it at all.
“Why you think that first fucking single was about you?” She grinned, lowering her eyes as he pinched her cheek. “You do all that to me, every word. My goal is to always find a way to show you I’m riding for you.”
“Does she know that, though?”
“Shay?” He frowned. “I don’t give a fuck about what she knows. I do know she understands that what me and her had is over. Ain’t no coming back.”
“Promise?”
“Hell yeah, and perception is a motherfucker. I slipped on that, and honestly, I could have taken that bread to her granny myself. I won’t lie, if she ever needs anything from me, baby, I’m on it.
That woman opened her doors for me, fed me, and even lied to the police for me.
I can’t turn my back on her. That’s not the kind of nigga I am.
Shooting her bread is the least I can do.
Fuck her granddaughter, and I mean that shit. ”
“Tell that reject Red Robin Hood motherfucker that. Hoe waved at me like I’m the fucking side of coleslaw and not the whole meal,” she spat with slitted orbs. “She should never feel that comfortable. Like I’m some side bitch.”
“A side bitch?” His nose lifted like he smelled something foul.
He loved Chaney, but as of late, he noticed her insecurities ran deep. He could reassure her, but only so much. The rest of the work was work she had to put in for herself.
“I treat you like one? Hell, if anything, I should feel like the side bitch,” he countered.
“When I call you, sometimes, it’ll be hours before you even call me back.
Or how about when I come by the shop, and your girls can’t tell me where you’re at?
Do I call you, assuming shit, or do I let you get at me when you can? ”
“Ugh, it’s not the same.” She shook her head, wondering if they moved too fast. She and Kaleela had no contact, but she couldn’t say the same for him and his ex or her family.
“Maybe we should just—”
“Naw, ain’t no maybes. Fuck that,” he quickly refuted.
“It’s us against anything or anyone else.
Baby, I swear I didn’t even go outside. I sent Speedy out there.
I’ll call her now and put her on speaker.
He can talk to her. We have bigger shit to figure out, and even though this is not how I planned to tell you, I might as well. ”
“What?” she asked, her voice low and shaky.
Just a few seconds ago, it was her trying to end things, but when he took a seat and pulled her on his lap, her heart dropped. Maybe she did overreact. Just that quickly, she was prepared to apologize.
“Nazir got us a twenty-city-tour deal.”
He lowered his gaze, a soft grin appearing as he kissed her shoulder. They were doing what Scooter told him they would a year ago when he almost offed Kaleela. Back then, all he wanted was revenge, but it was crazy how a few seconds could have changed the entire trajectory of his life.
“Baby, are you serious?” She covered her mouth, her eyes bucking.
“Yeah, and guess what else? I want you to style me, pick out all my shit before I go. We plan to feature Scoot’s clothing line, but sprinkle your sauce on that shit. I mean, I do have the baddest bitch walking on the streets of Miami, right?”
“Awww, baby.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “I can’t believe it.” She pulled back with tear-filled lids that matched his.
“I know, but you see why we have to do better? The internet, the bloggers, paparazzi… them bitches are ruthless. You may see some content on social media, sometimes photoshopped with all this AI bullshit or just presented in a way to make me look like a dog ass nigga. That doesn’t make it true, though. ”
“I know.” He swiped the tears from her cheek. “Ugh, I hate this.”
“It’s only temporary, and if time permits, your nigga will fly you out.
So, moving forward, a conversation is a must. No assumptions, no flying off the handle, because if you can’t handle Sashay’s bullshit, then that road shit will fuck with you.
I’ll always reassure you that it’s only you, but will you always need reassurance? ”
“Honestly?” She shrugged before her eyes met his. “I don’t know.”
“Look, let me set up something with Sashay’s granny—you know, an arrangement that won’t send you over the edge, about to kill yourself,” he teased.
“Boy, stop fucking lying!” She playfully punched him on the shoulder as he dove in, pushing his nose into her neck and nipping her skin. He loved marking her up, staking his claim so niggas knew they had nothing coming.
“I’m just playing, baby, but what do you say?”
“Just her granny?” She skeptically lifted her brows.
“Just her granny.”
“Fine, but if she even thinks she can play with me, my gunplay will prove otherwise.”
“Chill out, Young D. Ain’t nobody trying to go to heaven yet.”
“There you go with that Young D shit.” She pouted, suppressing a smile until she couldn’t hold it any longer.
“You like that shit.” He kissed her a few times, feeling her body relax against his. “I’m sorry. That shit will never happen again.”
She knew bitches like Sashay. It would happen again, but the next time, she’d have something for her ass.
After years of Kaleela’s countless side bitches, Chaney had learned a thing or two.
Instead of crying, she’d get active and get outside right along with the best of them.
She’d lost too many years waiting for Kaleela to finally choose her, and even though she had, the damage had already been done.
That alone was the reason she carried some guilt when she cheated with Donovan. She knew deep down inside that maybe, if he hadn’t applied pressure, she and Kaleela would be living their happily ever after. Unfortunately, she’d never know.
“You trust me?” he asked, and she nodded. “Good. Now ride this dick and apologize. Been fucking up for no damn reason. Assume the got damn position.”