Chapter 25 #2
“She knows that?” she probed, her chest constricted. He exhaled and nodded his head. On his way to the airport, he swung by her place after she’d left the hotel. He stood outside the entire time. It didn’t end well, but he had more damage to attend to back home.
“And the money?”
“I’m still figuring that out.”
“Do it. You made a promise, Scoot, but set a realistic timeframe. Find out what she likes, what she’s good at, and put her in a position to win. Can’t cripple a bitch then drop her off and expect her to stand.”
“You’re cool with that?”
“I’m cool with you being a man of your word, but that shit has to be reasonable with a set timeframe. You came into my life, and now the boys look at you as more than their mama’s friend,” she relayed, taking a deep breath.
She wasn’t giving him a new label, but there were expectations with children, and she was a packaged deal as long as they were in her life and he was in hers.
“So, what you’re saying is them little niggas like me, huh?” He chortled when she nudged him. “Hey, I like them too, and I got you. I got all three of y’all. So, is you cool with being my girlfriend or what?”
She snickered. No one, not even a woman, had ever asked for her to be their girlfriend.
“And before you answer, I already changed my status on that social media shit.” He grinned as her eyes bucked. “Gone and add me to yours, and our shit ain’t complicated.” He pecked her nose, and she wiggled it.
“So damn bossy,” she whispered, but she liked it, too. It felt good for someone to come in, be vulnerable with her while being mindful of her needs, despite her flaws and all the baggage she carried. “And yes, but don’t test me.”
He licked his lips, his eyes lowering as his dick jumped.
“Oh, I’m about to test you, but I know you’ll pass this test.” He issued a Cheshire grin, and she giggled when he lay her on her back.
He moved slowly as he slid her shirt up, little by little.
He enjoyed watching her skin flush as she fell under his spell, giving him full control.
He found the back of her bra, unfastening it with one hand.
He’d done that enough with his fair share of women, but he hoped she’d be the last he had to do it with.
“Fuck.” He bit his lip when he pulled her shirt over her head, and her breasts appeared. He palmed one breast while he took her mouth. Her body shuddered, her head falling back as his lips trailed down her neck.
“I missed you, Kee, and I’m sorry.” A whimper was her reply when he slid one hand inside her panties, her slickness coating his fingers. “I did that?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her back arched as he gently rubbed her clitoris, watching her flushed skin litter with goosebumps. “B-Baby?”
“Hmph?” He gripped her neck, his lips against hers. “Want me to stop?”
Her eyes shot open, taking in his lopsided grin.
He lodged two fingers, stretching that pussy.
He loved the way her walls contracted, causing his dick to harden.
He had to get inside of her. He stood up, slid quickly out of his jeans and boxers, and stood there.
He grinned and stared at her bucked eyes, his dick bobbing in the air.
He watched her swallow slowly. She’d never sucked his dick, but from the way her eyes latched onto his dick, he wondered if she wanted to.
“May I?” she asked, her voice shaky. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, wondering if God was eavesdropping, or if he’d caught her at a time she was game for trying new shit with him.
“I, uh…” She took a deep breath. “I’ve never done it before, but I want to.”
“You know we have time ‘cause I ain’t going nowhere. This shit with Rita was a hiccup.”
He pulled his shirt off, and her pussy jumped, taking in his six-pack. His henna skin was like a mural of sorts from the tattoos that damn near covered every part of his skin.
“Hiccup, my ass.”
Instantly, she grew annoyed. He had the anecdote for that attitude when he fell to his knees, yanked her down, and put his entire mouth over her pussy. Slow figure eights skated up and down and around her center, her slickness coating his mouth and chin.
“This shit can’t ever get old.” He parted her lower lips, eyes fastened to hers as he sucked on her mound.
“Scoooooter,” she sang, her body frigid. She closed her eyes, her stomach forming into a knot as he hummed inside her pussy.
“Kee, baby, open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to see and hear me.” Her lids opened, but sat low as he sucked that pussy like the sweetest, juiciest peach.
Just when she thought he would let up, when he pulled back, one lift of her ass cheeks told her he planned to leave no part of her body untouched.
“Fuckkkk. Oh, fuck, please. Oh, shit.”
He tongue-fucked her lower hole, then bit her ass cheek.
He wanted her marked, labeled, tramp-stamped, and all.
He needed niggas to know he’d claimed the infamous K Smooth.
The streets would still see her, but they’d see him too.
He couldn’t wait to spoil her with his money and have her all on this platform, repping the baddest bitch from Miami.
Trina didn’t have shit on Kaleela Bradshaw.
She was that shit before him, and her stock rose when he leaned back and rammed his dick inside of her.
He lifted her legs, holding her steady, and his dick rested inside of her. He was glad she kept that pussy to herself. However she’d pleased herself before him was a wrap. He wanted it tight, warm, and biting just like it was as he slowly worked himself in and out of her.
“Kee, baby. Pussy so damn good.”
He looked down at where they met, sweat falling down his face.
He couldn’t wait to have her spread wide eagle on rooftops, inside of sprinters, on balconies, and any and every damn where.
He didn’t give a fuck about that wheelchair, but he had plans for that, too.
He never wanted her to feel less than, and with him, she never would.
“I don’t hear you, Kee. Let your nigga know how he’s treating this pussy.” He rested her legs in the crutch of his arms and leaned over, taking her mouth. He was balls deep, feeling her body tense.
“I’m hurting you?”
“N-No.” She grunted as her hips followed the motion of his. He wanted to climb inside of her damn body, but not at her expense.
“Liar.”
“I can take it. Keep going,” she commanded, panting when he took one nipple in her mouth. “Oh, shit.”
She lifted herself, watching him suck her breast like it was his favorite meal. He moved to the other, and immediately, her walls contracted. She was about to cum, and he felt it.
“Get your shit off because ain’t no stopping tonight. A nigga like me can sleep on the plane.”
Her back stilled as she came, crying and clawing at his back. Sex never felt so good. She was so used to giving and not receiving that it wasn’t until he did it that she realized she’d been depriving herself. Soon, he was behind her, grunting, and he sprayed her walls with his seed.
He collapsed on her body, his head resting on her shoulder. When his dick twitched inside of her, she smacked his back.
“The fuck you do that for?” He grinned. “Oh, is that your way of asking for more dick. Keep that up, and Rell and Trav are about to have a little brother or sister. I’ll sit your gun-toting ass down for real, have you full of babies.”
“Move.” She playfully pouted, but for the first time, she could see herself having a baby.
Still, it was all new, and they had so much to learn about each other.
She also had one more thing on her to-do list she’d been avoiding.
That one thing, though, she had to do without him.
It worked out perfectly since he had to leave.
The next morning, she woke up in bed alone. She quickly reached for her gun and realized she wasn’t at home. She groaned, completely out of her comfort zone. To make matters worse, her wheelchair was in his family room.
“Looking for this?” He was at the door, her wheelchair in front of him.
“That’ll help.”
“I got you. I also ran you some bath water.”
“Scooter, I’m not fucking you. I have to get the boys, and don’t you have to leave?”
“One,” he spoke, leaving her wheelchair at the door. “We don’t fuck. I make love to your ass, and two, I brought you here. You think I’d come this way to see you and not try to see them too?”
He stood before her, looking sexy in his casual attire, wearing a plain white T-shirt, a dark-blue-washed pair of jeans, along with blue and white Retros.
He dragged his hand down his tapered waves as he licked his lips, that lopsided grin making her wish she could take back her words.
It didn’t help that he smelled so good, a woody patchouli scent.
“I should pull this dick out and put it in your mouth.” He lowered himself and pecked her lips. “But I really do have to go, so let’s go, and stop all that damn pouting. I was on go, and now when I agree with you, you are about to cry.”
He caught when her shoulders slumped, causing him to laugh.
“One week,” he spoke. “I need to see you at least once a week. Told Naz I’ll pay for that shit until you’re ready to come out to me. The boys can, if you feel it’s appropriate, ‘cause like you said, y’all a packaged deal.”
“So you have this all figured out, huh?”
“That became my job when I chose to pursue you.” He kissed her. “Fuck you.” He kissed her again. “Make you mine.” Her body fell slack when he slid his hand around her neck. She could lie there all day, but that was her pussy talking. She gulped as he studied her eyes.
“I wanna be with you, Kaleela Bradshaw. I want to protect you, learn new shit with you, kill niggas with you if I have to, carry whatever shit that’s yours until you don’t need me to carry it anymore.
That means going to those family meetings they have for people in recovery. ” Her brows lifted. “Al-Anon?”
She nodded, her eyes growing misty.
“Oh, and tell that nigga Shawn I’d never do anything to put you at risk.
I had Shona tell that nigga to turn around.
He don’t need to protect you from me. I’ll fuck my own self up first.” He stood and winked an eye, her jaw dropping “I have eyes in these streets too,” he informed her.
“Now, let’s get you cleaned up. The sooner we leave, the sooner I can make my way back to you. ”
It was at that moment that she wondered whether what she felt fluttering in her stomach, as her heart raced, was love. She’d never ask him if it was. It was too soon, and she still had so much to learn about herself.
“Get out your head, Kee. That shit ain’t safe sometimes, unless you let me in all the way.”
“I’ll try.”
“Naw, don’t try. I’m worth the risk. The same way you took it with those boys, take it with me.”
“And Donovan?” she asked.
He smirked because, in his eyes, his cousin was the least of his worries.
“Not your nigga, and not your concern. Remember, if it ain’t about us, that shit don’t matter. I’d never allow any harm to come your way. That’s on June,” he emphasized, referring to his mother. “And you know how much I love June’s ass.”
She grinned because he did. He loved all the women in his life. He not only said it, but he also showed it. She just hoped she could trust her and her heart in his hands.