Chapter 14
Wyndi had almost been asleep in the passenger’s seat as we drove from my parents’ house to mine.
But the minute we stepped into my foyer, she seemed to get a burst of energy.
A second wind. I barely shut the door when her hands found their way inside the waistband of the joggers I had on.
I kinda thought I knew where things were going, but I was totally certain when she dropped to her knees in front of me.
My pants and drawers came down simultaneously.
“Uh, Wyn,” I began, but then she ran her tongue over the head of my dick, catching the drops of pre-cum that had started to pool there. “Uh shit,” I moaned.
She held my dick with one hand, while dragging her fingernails up and down the back of my thighs.
She hummed around my dick, creating more saliva in her mouth as she suctioned me.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. She popped me out of her mouth and licked me like a lollipop, letting her tongue slowly move over my rigidness.
Her breath was warm when she softly blew on the opening.
More pre-cum oozed out, and she swiped it up, opening her mouth to show me how it sat on her tongue.
My dick jerked at the sight. Then, she slid me into her throat, letting me feel her tonsils while she gagged but didn’t stop for a long moment.
She sucked me sloppily for a while, using her hands to jerk my dick.
She was gonna make me bust, so I took over.
My hands went to her head, my fingers tangling in her long tresses.
I thrust my hips forward. She hollowed her jaws and let me fuck her face, pumping in and out of her mouth.
Saliva pooled around my dick, dripping out of her mouth and sliding down her chin.
The shit felt so fucking good, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
When my thrust became jagged, she opened her mouth wide, and I roared out my release.
Her watery eyes met mine. Even with the smeared makeup, saliva trickling down her chin, and her lips swollen, she was beautiful.
My normally put-together Wyndi looked so disheveled and so fucking radiant.
My dick was still bricked up. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. Once we were in the bedroom, I put her on the bed and practically tore the clothing off her. Once I had her naked, I slid into her before either of us could blink an eye.
I bucked my hips into her, sinking further into nirvana. She raised her shoulders from the bed, her mouth open, waiting with an unspoken request. I gave her my tongue, and she sucked it while I plunged into her over and over.
Grabbing her hair, I pulled roughly as I drove into her. She released the grip she had on my tongue to moan out my name like it was her own personal affirmation. I slid my hands under her ass, opening her wider, falling even deeper into her, and pulverizing a different spot inside her.
Wyndi panted, her breathing erratic and her wails growing louder. I knew she was close. Her body had the natural tendency to produce an abundance of creamy, sticky wetness. She was drowning me in her shit, and she hadn’t even cum yet. I couldn't get enough of her.
Even though I had the next few days off, I didn’t want to linger in Londynville. For one thing, my girl was missing her mom. She was ready to be back in Chicago. Since I was trying to be wherever she was, I was trying to get back to Chicago, too.
The driver from the rental car company I used was loading our luggage into the trunk so we could head to the airfield. It was an unseasonably warm and sunny day. I kinda hated to leave the seventies to face Chicago’s decidedly colder temps.
“Make sure you keep your jacket handy, because you know it’s gonna be cold when we get off the plane in Chicago,” Wyndi reminded me as I made sure my house was locked up and secure. My back was to the driveway, but I still heard a vehicle pull up.
She and I both turned from the door and faced the driveway at the same time. She adjusted her sunglasses. “Who is that?”
I sighed. “Georgia Israel.”
“Your grandmother? What does she want?”
“We’re about to see.”
My grandmother brought her rich lady, navy-blue Mercedes to a stop. “Kaynaan, I need to speak to you,” she said the moment she rounded the vehicle.
“Shit, she called me Kaynaan.” I knew it wasn’t good.
“She’s stepping in those kitten heels.” Wyndi acknowledged how fast my grandmother was moving in her black leather shoes.
She came to a stop at the bottom of the staircase, looking up at the two of us. “Who is that?” She gestured toward the driver of the rental.
“The guy the rental car company sent over to drive us to the airfield. We’re headed back to Chicago. What’s up? What brings you by at this time of the morning?”
“I need to speak to you. I was trying to catch you before you left town, because this is a conversation that needs to happen in person.” She looked over toward the driver again. “Can he wait? It won’t take long, but what I have to say needs to be said.”
“Yeah. Yo, bro!”
“Kaynaan, why is your behavior always so common?”
I ignored my grandmother. “Can you give us a minute?”
He nodded before sliding into the driver’s side of the truck. I unlocked the front door and led both my grandmother and Wyndi inside.
The three of us walked into the formal living room, since it was just off the foyer. Wyndi and I sat side by side on the sofa, while my grandmother sat on the loveseat.
She gave us a fake smile. “Well, don’t you two make a darling couple?”
“Look Nana, I filed the flight plan for eight a.m. Can you cut to the chase about whatever has you over here this morning?”
She eyed him meanly. “Yes, I can cut to the chase. Is she pregnant?”
Wyndi would never be successful at a poker table. At the same moment that I calmly asked my grandmother “why?” Wyndi let out a big, obvious gasp.
She sucked her teeth and shook her head. “I never would’ve expected this out of you, Juney. I’m so sick of you Israel men and your wandering peckers!”
If she didn’t look like she wanted to spit nails, I probably would’ve laughed. “What?”
Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Don’t what me, little boy. None of you Israel men can manage to get it right. None of you can bring home a wife before you bring home a baby, and I’m sick of it.”
“With all due respect, Nana. I—”
“I’m talking right now, Juney. Your mouth is closed.”
Wow, I thought to myself, but I didn’t say a word out loud.
“You brought this little girl to Londynville with you, knowing she’s pregnant, and didn’t say a word? When were you planning on telling us?”
“Not this weekend,” I admitted. “Look, Nana. There was enough pressure on Wyndi just meeting the family on a major holiday like Thanksgiving. She had to meet relatives that only come around once or twice a year. There was no way that I was also about to put her under a spotlight by announcing that she’s pregnant.
That was never gonna happen. I’m sorry you had to hear it from somebody else—”
“Yes, I had to hear it from your aunt Myrna. She used to work with a not-for-profit that helped unwed mothers back in the 1980s. We were suspicious when she kept yawning at the game.” She eyed Wyndi with disdain.
“But when she fell asleep on the island in the middle of all that ruckus, Myrna knew.” She shook her head. “Sneaking your baby mama—”
The way she said it, like a white person trying to do an imitation of their version of a lower-class black person, rubbed me the wrong fucking way.
“Don’t do that, Nana. Don’t do that. You’re about to damage your relationship with me, and for what?
Wyndi isn’t my baby mama, she’s my heart.
She’s my woman. She’s my future and the mother of my future child.
If that’s something that embarrasses you because the baby wasn’t conceived under the covenant of marriage, cool.
You don’t have to be a part of my life or the baby’s.
When I come to Londynville, I’ll stay on my side of town, and you can stay on yours. ”
“Kaynaan, no,” Wyndi cried out.
“Yes,” I rebutted.
Nana’s mouth formed a perfect O. “Kaynaan Daniel Israel, are you really telling me that you would choose—”
“See, I’mma have to stop you right there, again.
I’m not choosing anything except not to let you insult my lady.
I didn’t come to your house talking crazy.
You came here. I don’t care about your outdated feelings about when a baby can and should be welcomed into a family.
I don’t care about optics or your reputation as the rich black woman who lives on the hill.
I don’t care about how your friends and associates are gonna gossip or talk sh .
. . crap. This is my life. I’m thirty-four years old.
I’ve been sexually active for the better part of two decades.
I’m a professional athlete. This is the first baby I’m bringing home.
Y’all really oughtta be congratulating me. ”
My grandmother dusted off her lap, grabbed her handbag, and stood. “This conversation has gone as far as it can go.” She turned to Wyndi. “I hope you’re pleased with yourself, coming between a grandmother and her eldest grandson.”
“What?” Wyndi asked.
“Nana—”
“Goodbye.” She threw up her hand, then flounced out of my living room and out of my house.
“What the fuck just happened?” I asked Wyndi.