Chapter 6
six
DJ
He stood at the entrance of her door silently taken in inventory of her size, what she needed, and how he was going to manage having her back in his life.
That was the most important thing. Phoenix wasn’t there to give him guidance.
Veya wasn’t around to nudge him in the right direction.
For as cool as he was it was a front to hide how out of sorts Nyna made him.
She’d have him swimming across the ocean if she said so.
He would’ve launched himself into space for her.
Walked through fires and wore his scars as honor knowing that she was the prize.
Nyna was what the OG’s said would make a nigga’s nose open and have them make her their ol’ lady.
Houses, lives, and men were built for women like this.
“Are you staring at me all night to make sure I don’t fly away?” Nyna posed with a yawn.
“I put your stuff in here yesterday and just knew Big Mama had her eyes on me,” DJ laughed stepping into the room. “You know she told me if I knocked you up she was going to knock my head off.”
Nyna laughed softly. “She’s so scared of us ending up like our mother. The minute she saw you and PJ she knew it was a wrap. She had to hold on to us and what better way to do it than to threaten your life.”
“Threaten?” DJ asked with a laugh. “You know your granddaddy was one of the biggest Azul Hearts, right?”
Nyna nodded. She never got to meet him, but he lived in the stories Big Mama told about him.
There was always a hint of sadness in her tone when she did.
He died on death row, the price for murdering the man who violated his woman.
If no one knew what the streets took from you it was Big Mama.
She lost the love of her life and their child to the streets and she refused for her granddaughters to follow the same path.
But it was a generational curse that was finally being broken.
“I know,” Nyna shared climbing into the bed, DJ still an appropriate distance away out of respect and partial fear of the monarch.
“Then you know like I know it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. I was going to be headless. What were you going to stare at then?”
She giggled again. “I would’ve had to find someone else.”
He kissed his teeth. “In front my headless body?”
“In front of your headless body.” Nyna smiled without thought or quiver. “You’re not laying down with me?”
He swayed his head. “I’ll take the couch. Not because I don’t want to. I want to. More than lay with you. But I don’t want you regretting it in the morning, so I’ll be on the couch. Goodnight, Nyna.”
“Night Dom.”
He forced himself out of the room and into the hall bathroom where he showered and changed into the sweats he had stashed in a bag in the back of his car.
By the time he was out, Nyna was sound asleep holding onto a pillow breathing ever so softly like restful sleep had been far and few between. He knew it was.
Grabbing a blanket and pillow from the hall closet, he trekked to the living room and laid on the couch.
The stillness of the house had him staring at the ceiling feeling his lids get heavy.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sleep before he felt the covers pull back and Nyna’s weight rest against him.
Tiredly, he pulled one eye open finding her snuggled between him and the cushions of the couch.
Inhaling her scent he kissed the top of her head and let sleep fully take over him.
The sun danced through the curtains and gracing his face with the warmth.
Nyna was still secure at his side and lowly thanked Big Mama for making him push this big ass couch into her living room in seven different boxes.
He pushed the curls out of her face and kissed her forehead.
One lead to two and then three. By the forth peck against her smooth skin she lifted her chin up so he could kiss her pouty lips.
Gracing her with one and then two, he reached over to cup her chin – admiring her.
That toasty brown skin. Full lips, proportioned nose, big bright eyes and high cheek bones – he could stare at her forever.
She was little smaller than she left but that was an easy fix. Good love and good food was the cure to make the curves fill out just right. As he gently swiped his thumb over her bottom lip he asked, “you letting me come back for more?”
Nyna’s eyes were still closed. “Yes. Unless I’m dreaming.”
“You’re not. ‘Cause I’m not.”
“Are you okay with breaking that rule?” Nyna posed her eyes slowly opening.
He smirked softly. “Memory serves me right you get messy and I got a green light but not on her good couch.”
Nyna groaned. “I’m going to have to get my own spot and convince her to move.”
DJ offered her one more kiss before ungluing himself from her and standing. Nyna sat up finding the evidence he was going to break the rule and maybe her in the process pressed against his gray sweats.
“Don’t worry about that. I got it handled.” DJ reached down and pulled her off of the couch into his arms. Nyna’s legs wrapped around him body and her arms draped over his shoulders.
“I missed that the most,” Nyna crooned between slow calculated kisses.
DJ gave her just enough to make her melt but left her suspended for more. “Whatever you need me to handle consider it done.”
“I’ve been dreaming about feeling you, can you handle that?”
He smirked against her lips. “You gon’ moan in my ear and not hold that shit back from me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll make it happen.”
Back in her bedroom still decorated how it was before she left, DJ laid her down.
Savoring her lips greedily, he nipped, licked and sucked them until they were swollen.
He moved down her body – neck, shoulders, chest and breast once her shirt was removed.
If he spotted a blemish or residual scar he kissed it.
Down her midsection he stopped at the shorts, looking up finding her eyes on him.
DJ gripped the waistband, biting a grunt as he slid them down her legs. He smiled finding her treasure.
“Pretty muhfucka,” he grumbled rubbing his fingers over her sleekness covered in slickness of her nectar. “If you never said you missed me she would’ve told on you.”
“She has no sense of space and time,” Nyna whimpered feeling a finger slip inside of her. Her walls tightened as DJ pushed the second inside and massaged her bud with his thumb.
“You’ve been like this since yesterday?” he asked that arrogant smirk forming over his lips.
“Any time I thought about you this…mmm…this happened,” she fought her way through the feeling to revel in the massage of his fingers. He found her spots with ease.
“Good to know,” he mumbled moving his thumb and replacing it with his mouth.
Nyna gasped and grabbed her breast. Her motions alone proved that not only had she been disrespected she’d been neglected too. That only made him go hard and attempt to start making up their years apart.
She moaned his name. “DJ. Mmm. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t.”
Her hips rolled over his face in a frenzy, wetting the space from his nose to his chin. DJ now, flat on his stomach, palmed her hips rolling his neck not giving a damn about the mess she was making over him. He only pulled back to direct her.
“Turn over, pillow underneath you baby,” he groaned watching Nyna grab the pillow and do what he said. He pushed her knees up and went back to feasting on her.
Nyna’s hands gripped the sheets, her moans a little higher as she gushed, dripped and oozed over him and the sheets.
The climax hit her, causing her to pant into the pillow.
DJ kissed each cheek and pulled back to remove his shirt and pants.
Back on the bed, on his knees he balanced his body over hers.
“All of you, let me feel it. Please,” she softly commanded feeling the weight and width of him expand her opening. “Ohh, baby.”
“Mmhmm,” he grunted fighting his way inside her tightness. Once fully inside he groaned in her ear feeling her pussy tremble, contract and contort around his size. “Still mine.”
“Always been yours,” she moaned as he stroked.
DJ laced his fingers in hers and pumped in and out giving her every inch and not sparing her. “I’m not letting you go again. You hear me?”
“I hear…yes. I …mmm. I hear you,” her words coming out laced in soft moans, pants and whimpers.
“Yeah that’s that shit. Tell me that’s that shit.”
“That’s it.”
“I can’t hear you Nyna. Say it.”
“That’s that shit, DJ. That’s that, ohhh. Yessss,” she moaned becoming wetter with each hit against her spot.
“That’s my shit, baby,” he growled.
“Yes, yes it is. It’s yours,” she whimpered into the pillow.
Every grind inside of her was pushing his closer to the edge.
“Let me see you come apart in me,” she requested.
DJ wasted no time flipping her over, throwing a leg over his shoulder and diving back in. He leaned into it, grinding against another spot. That’s the one that made her eyes roll back and her mouth drop open. No more words just beautiful sounds. Even though she wrestled with herself to speak.
“You want me to cum inside?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “All of you. I want all of you.”
“I’m. Going. To. Give. You. Every. Last. Drop,” he gritted feeling himself becoming undone.
Nyna grabbed his chain and watched how his expressions changed with every spurt of his seed inside of her.
“Shit,” he softly groaned into her skin. “You okay?”
“So good.” Was all she could hum, her pussy still drumming and squeezing around his dick to drain him dry. When he was empty he dropped to her side and held her.
Calmness fell between the room. “I need to get us in the house, asap.”
“Can it be close? I don’t need to be up in the hills. I need to be able to get back here.”
“What else you need?”
“Enough room. I can admit that I want to have your babies. Raise them. Love them.”
“What else?”
“You home for dinner. Date nights. Stillness. Protection. Don’t stop romancing me. I need that,” she shared off the list she’d been building since she’d been gone. “Your leadership. Where you go I’ll follow. I promise. You do you need?”
DJ inhaled pulling her scent off of his lips. “You.”
“You’ll need more than me.”
“I won’t because you are the gateway to everything I need.
Everything. So you tell me what you want, what you need and I’m making it happen.
That’s on everything. I love you, Nyna Rae.
I’ve loved you since the day Veya introduced me to you.
But you were soft and timid almost. I couldn’t come right out and tell you were mine.
You would’ve ran. So I found your needs and I provided that. ”
Nyna pushed her hands into his hair and smirked against his lips.
“I appreciate you for loving me like that.” She mounted him ready for more. “I’m your woman but I won’t stop being your friend.”
“Thank you ‘cause if we being real…”
“Uh uh,” she buzzed, lifting up to roll her hips down on his hardness. “Not when you’re inside of me. Don’t even say her name.”
DJ chuckled. “I love that bossy shit.”
“Good,” she hummed pressing her hands into his tattooed chest. “Hit that other spot.”