15. Chapter Fifteen
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Chapter Fifteen
Buck
A fter I got shit calmed down from the chaos Armani and Goldie caused, I went into my office. I needed to smoke to get my nerves back level. I also needed to holla at Kasha to see if she heard from that baby daddy of hers. Nigga got light and thought the shit was gone fly. I took a shot of Hennessy and was about to pour the second one when Kasha walked into the office.
“Wassup? You needed to talk to me?” She took a seat in one of the empty chairs in front of my desk and gave me her undivided attention.
“You heard from your baby daddy?” I got straight to the point.
She sighed before replying. “No. I haven’t seen him since the day you came to the house.”
“That’s been months. He hasn’t checked on y’all’s kid?” I frowned my face because that was some real fuck nigga shit. Even before I knew Goldie’s kid was mine, I made sure she was good.
“No. Hell, he barely did before all of this. It’s not like our son is a baby. He’s eleven and knows that his daddy ain’t shit.”
“Listen, I’m not about to sugar coat the shit for you. I’m killing that nigga for playing with my money. I hope you got his affairs in order or whatever you plan on doing. Ain’t no telling what the fuck he’s on and who he has working with him at this point. I’m gone assign security to you and your son, as well as your parents.”
“That’s unnecessary, Buck. I can handle Lance.”
“That may be true, but you can never trust a nigga when his back is against the wall. That nigga would sell his granny to the devil if it meant he would be good. It’s not up for debate, Kash. Besides, those orders came from Stacks.” I smirked as I watched her blush. She could talk that hot shit all she wanted, but I know she was feeling my brother just as much as he was feeling her. He didn’t give a fuck about her age or that she had a kid.
“I’m not worried about Jackson,” she affirmed with a smirk of her own.
“Jackson, huh?” I laughed at her, trying to avoid eye contact with me after I picked up on her calling him by his government. “Listen, your detail is already outside waiting, and we already got somebody at your parent’s house. We’ll hit you up if some shit changes, and I expect you to do the same, right?” I couldn’t be too sure if she would turn that nigga in or not. They’ve been off and on for years, even after his bid. They share a kid so ain’t no telling what feelings she had for the nigga, but that wasn’t my problem.
“You have my word. Lance got himself inti this mess, so he has to be a man and face the consequences of his actions.”
Nodding, I agreed with everything that Kasha said because he was indeed going to suffer the consequences of his actions and I do mean suffer.
Once I finished up in my office, I met Kasha so I could walk her outside. When we got outside, Stacks was already waiting with a smirk on his face.
“Jackson, what are you doing here?” She looked between the two of us, waiting for an answer.
“I’m here to take you home, beautiful.” He smirked.
Kasha looked over at me, then back at Stacks. “Is he supposed to be my security?” She asked, pointing in Stacks’ direction.
“You damn right.” He cut in. “Ain’t a nigga walking this Earth can protect you like me, baby. Bring yo’ fine ass on and let’s go.” I watched as he helped Kasha inside his truck. I was surprised he wasn’t on that damn bike. I guess due to the circumstances, he left it behind.
“Aight. I’m about to get them in and have Stone on ’em. That’s the only nigga outside of you I trust to do the job. Once I get them settled, I’ll hit you up.” I slapped hands with my brother and hopped in my own ride and headed home.
When I got there, I didn’t see Goldie sitting in the living room like she normally was, so I went inside my room so I could shower. I took that time to get my mind right before I went to talk to her. Once I handled my hygiene, I dressed in a pair of boxers and basketball shorts and headed to go talk this shit out. Instead of finding her in her room, she was now in the kitchen. She was fixing a bowl of pineapples and honey like she normally did. I closed in on her and took a pineapple out of her bowl, only for her to roll her eyes at me.
“Aye, I wanted to apologize for the way I handled you tonight. The shit could’ve come out differently, but I meant what I said. You’on need to be fighting and you pregnant, Goldie. That bitch could’ve done anything to you and that shit could’ve affected the baby.” I stood firm in what I said because I was finally warming up to being a father and I wasn’t about to let nobody fuck that up…including her.
“Whatever,” she mumbled as she attempted to walk off, but I stopped her.
“I know you ain’t mad with me? The fuck I do?” I peered down at her because I was genuinely confused about the shit.
“I’m not mad. I want you to move out my way.” She tried pushing past me again, but this time I pressed her against the nearby wall, trapping her. She broke eye contact and lowered her head.
Taking my index finger, I lifted her chin so that she could look at me. “You mad at me, Goldie?” I had her head tilted back so far, I was able to brush my lips against hers as I spoke to her. “Hmm? You mad?” I did something I’ve been dying to do and kissed her lips. “If you mad, let me make it up to you.” I kissed her again and her breathing hitched. “You gone let me make it up to you, Goldie?”
She nodded.
I gripped the front of her neck and spoke. “I need your words, baby. You gone let me make it up to you?”
“Ye-yes,” she breathed out.
That was all I needed to hear before I attacked her lips, picking her up in the process. I carried her to my room, where I wasted no time undressing her, then myself.
“Fuck, Goldie,” I groaned as I entered her. This shit felt just as good as it did the first time, if not better. I had to shake my head at the feeling because I knew I was stuck, but I didn’t give not one fuck. This shit felt foreign as fuck, but it also felt right.
“Shit, Buck,” she moaned, bringing my thoughts back to the forefront.
I felt her walls gripping my dick, and I knew she was about to cum.
“I feel that shit, Goldie. You can let it go, baby,” I coached her through her orgasm, and she was wetting my dick up just like I remembered.
“Gah damn.” I looked down and admired the way my dick was shining from her juices. Shit looked so good. I had to taste her, so I did just that. When I swiped my tongue through her folds, she sucked a deep breath in. “Breathe, baby.” I reached up and rubbed her small stomach while I let my tongue caress her clit. Her legs started trembling, signifying that she was about to cum again.
“Mhm,” I hummed, causing my voice to vibrate and her inside explode.
“Ahh,” she whimpered as she came for the second time. Once I felt like she had enough, I replaced my tongue with my dick and tried to make her feel what I couldn’t say with my words.
“Shit, Goldie.” I shook my head because I couldn’t even form the words right now if I wanted to. I picked up my pace, sending her into overdrive. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of our skin slapping and her cries of pleasure, mixed with a few groans and grunts that I let slip out.
“Buck,” she called my name as she gripped my arms.
“I feel it, baby. Fuck, I feel it.”
I sped up my strokes and brought both of us to a much needed happy ending.
“Fuck,” I grunted through my release. I didn’t move until my dick stopped jumping and she tapped my arm.
“You’re heavy,” she breathed.
“Shit. My bad.”
I rolled over on my side and covered my eyes with my arm. I never in my life cummed that hard. I needed a minute to get my life together. I felt the bed move beside me and I saw Goldie getting up.
“Where you going?” I grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Uhm. I was going back to my room,” she explained.
“Nah. Stay in here with me.”
She gave me a skeptical look before she spoke again. “I don’t want things to get complicated.”
“They won’t. Listen, I’m not above trying to make this shit work, Goldie. Just be a lil’ patient with a nigga. Old habits don’t die as quick as people say. I’ll do my best to make sure that you’re always good. Just don’t make me regret the shit. I’ll wait until you give birth, kill you, and raise my kid alone. Don’t make that our reality.” We stared at each other for a few seconds. I know she was thinking about what I said, but I meant every word.
“What about the other girls?”
“I ain’t fucked another bitch since you been staying here. Well, I kinda did, but the shit didn’t count because I wasn’t even five strokes in before I wasn’t feeling the shit.” I admitted. “That ain’t got shit to do with now, though. We’re starting fresh from this point. So wassup? You gone let yo’ baby daddy be ya man or what?” I smirked.
Her response was to climb back on the bed and take my dick into her warm, wet mouth and gave me the best head I ever had. After she sucked my soul out, I fucked her senseless before we showered and passed out. I meant everything I said. I just prayed that she took heed of my warning because it was real. I would hate to kill her fine ass, but I would if she played with my heart like the last bitch did. I put that on my unborn.