Chapter 30 Charisma
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Ooh, baby, just like that.”
Chaos pushes my legs back toward the headboard. “Like this?” he asks, digging deeper into me.
“Oh, yes!” I squeal as my lungs threaten to explode. He’s pushing deeper into me, and I feel my pussy being stretched to capacity. I can barely breathe.
He lifts on his knees and prods and pokes me with a short staccato beat. His balls pound softly against my ass cheeks as he thumps inside of me.
“This my pussy, Charisma?”
“Yes, baby. It’s your pussy!” I scream.
CJ is in bed asleep, but even if he weren’t, we aren’t at risk of being heard having sex.
Chaos wraps a hand around my neck as he slowly drives into me, winding his hips and burying himself deeper into me.
“Oh fuck. I can’t breathe, Chaos.”
He squeezes my neck tighter, and my eyes close in bliss. He uses his thumb to run gentle circles around my clitoris before he tugs and pulls.
When he finally pulls back, it’s to spread my pussy lips wide, and he sucks at them with his gaze pinned on mine. My hips jerk wildly off the bed, and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
I grab his head and shove my hips closer to his mouth, making sure it latches onto my pussy. He sucks and swipes through my flesh, pleasuring me in a way that only he can. Sometimes, I’m full at the thought that I have never shared my body with another person but him.
Some ladies have asked if I’m jealous of the fact that he’s been with multiple women, while I’ve only had him.
It doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Chaos needed to do what Chaos needed to do.
In the interim, I was standing in the background maturing and raising our son.
I preserved everything for him, and I have no regrets.
His hands slide down to my ass cheeks, and he slowly pries them open as he continues sucking my lower lips. He lifts away just a little. “Spread that ass and that pussy for me, ma.”
I open my pussy lips wide all the while pushing my legs further back. His dark gaze heats up as he slides his lips all around my pussy, sucking each lip one at a time, until he thrusts his tongue inside of me and I almost explode.
At the same time, his fingers are playing at my back entrance, exploring, widening, and pleasuring me until I’m ready to release. When I do, his tongue is there to catch all my pussy juices.
Chaos finishes and hovers over me again.
“What?” I whisper.
He leans down and kisses me, as he places his dick at my entrance.
“You ready?” he asks, brushing his lips against mine.
“Yes.”
He thrusts so hard up in me that it pushes the breath from my lungs. Chaos uses his mouth to suction the cry that rises within me and into his mouth. His tongue expertly weaves around mine, making me swell again with need and arousal.
He works his hips from side to side and continues kissing me until I feel the urgency to release once more. My arms are locked around my man, and I never want to let him go.
I don’t need alcohol or drugs to achieve a high.
Feeling our bodies connected this way is the ultimate high for me.
I float to a space that is as familiar to me as breathing, but difficult to describe, as the tears fall down my face again.
Whenever I get like this with him, it’s hard for me to breathe, think, or even explain my feelings, so I don’t. I just ride the magical wave.
“I fucking love you.” He grunts just before he releases inside of me. My pussy swells around him, and I explode as well.
He rolls over onto his back, and I stretch before I cuddle next to him.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning, baby. That was the best wakeup call I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, ya li’l ass was worn out last night, and I couldn’t tap it properly.”
“CJ’s birthday party knocked quarters out of me.”
He chuckles. “He did have a great time.”
“He did. He was so proud that you were there.”
“I love you. I won’t miss another birthday,” Chaos promises, kissing my lips.
“I love you more, Chaos.”
“Impossible, girl,” he replies, grabbing my hip and turning me on my side so that I can face him. I rest my head on the crook of my arm as I smile at him and stare into his eyes.
“You know why I love you?”
“Tell me.”
I tick my fingers as I list every reason why I love him.
“I love you because you’re a protector. I never have to worry about my safety or CJ’s as long as we’re together.
You have a heart of gold—besides witnessing it in the past as kids, I saw it with Bell and Jagged’s kids.
You don’t play about our kid or me. Like me, you were broken over a parent, but you were strong enough and courageous enough to heal for our son.
Most of all, you’re the only one who can make me literally cry in the bedroom. ”
He pulls up onto one elbow and scowls at me. “What the fuck you mean, I’m the only one who can make you cry when you cum?” He grabs my pussy and squeezes. “Who else been in my shit while I’ve been gone, Charisma? What other nigga I need to send to his eternal death?”
“Ouch. Nobody,” I reply, smacking his hand, but he doesn’t let go.
“Why you say I’m the only one then, like you been testing that shit?”
“Baby, I didn’t mean it that way. I simply know that I cry during sex because of the connection we share, how you’ve made me feel since we were kids. I share that with nobody else but you. That’s how I know another man could never make me cry. Besides, you’ve got that premium dick.”
He smirks and smacks my ass. “You’d better fix that shit. Oh, I’ve got some good news.”
“What?”
“Get showered and dressed. We’ve got someplace to be.” He hops out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To wake up CJ so he can get ready.
My heart bursts with happiness.
We left two hours later than we planned because Mr. Donovan wanted to have sex in the shower, and we had to fix breakfast for CJ, who was difficult to wake up.
I pull behind Chaos into the parking lot of a low-slung, black brick building.
He rode his bike over with CJ on the back, and I drove.
It took a lot for me to finally agree to letting him ride on the motorcycle, but I finally did a few weeks ago.
CJ loves it, and I can’t deny him his wish, though it scares the crap out of me.
I glance at the name of the building, 3C Café, and I wonder why we are coming here to eat when we’ve already eaten. There are quite a few bikes out front and some cars as well.
“Why are we coming here?” I ask when I get out of the car.
“Come on,” he replies in answer, reaching for my hand.
I take his hand, and I allow him to lead me into the building.
All his brothers and their old ladies are already inside. I notice that the sweetbutts, thankfully, aren’t here. “Surprise!” everyone shouts when we step inside.
“I’m so confused,” I mumble when the applause and cheers die down.
Everyone laughs, and Chaos turns to me and explains what’s going on.
“This is a restaurant that I will be running, owned partially by me and partially by the MC. It’s a healthy-eating restaurant, and it even has a garden out back for me to grow and pick fresh ingredients from,” he explains, leading me to the back, where he shows me the garden.
“I don’t understand.”
CJ walks toward the garden, and Chaos signs to him and explains what’s going on. I watch as my son kneels and picks a tomato. He bites it and smiles as juice flows over his lip and down his chin.
Chaos laughs and lifts CJ in his arms.
“Chaos, what’s going on here?” I ask again.
“I promise that I won’t be doing any jobs unless my family is in jeopardy. Three-C, named for CJ, you, and me is my life’s retirement plan, my transition to a safer life for you and CJ so that I will be home with you, and you never have to worry about me again,” he explains, leading me back inside.
Everyone is laughing and dancing as music pours from the speakers.
Chaos continues to lead me toward the rear of the restaurant.
“There is even space for you to record your podcast. You never have to be far from me again if you don’t want to, and you don’t have to continue leasing studio space. There’s a playroom for CJ, and an office for me.”
“How long have you been planning this? You never said anything about it.”
“It was a conversation before I returned to the States, but it became a reality after I found you and CJ.”
“I’m so damn proud of you, Chaos,” I reply as tears roll down my cheeks.
I push up on my toes, throw my arms around him, and seal our lips together. I lick along the seam of his lips, and he opens his and bites my bottom one. His tongue stirs up my lower juices, and I find that I want to try out that couch that I saw in his office.
But the sound of cheers and whistles behind us returns me to reality.
“Keep them damn tears in the bedroom,” he grunts.
I can’t help but laugh as he wipes the tears from my face.
“Chaos, for the first time in my life, I don’t feel alone. I have a family with CJ and you, and I feel like I belong to this MC family too.”
“Whoohooo!” someone calls out as the others applaud and whistle.
I turn around in his arms with my back pressed against him to see CJ lifted onto Ox’s shoulders. Our son is smiling and clapping, and he looks so happy.
“You do have a family, baby. We’re it for each other.”
“Thank you for coming home,” I whisper when he lowers his head to kiss my shoulder.
“Thank you for being my home,” he replies in a gentle, low tone.
THE END