CHASE
My eyes were glued to the window, watching the snow slowly pile up with each passing minute.
I hoped my driver would arrive soon with my wife safe.
When I heard the locks click, I felt a wave of relief knowing Coffee was okay.
I could tell Coffee was tired, worn out, and if I had to guess, stressed.
When she stepped into the house, I could feel the emotions she was holding inside, but I couldn’t tell if they were sadness or anger.
“Hey, baby,” she cooed. “Give me a few minutes, and we can leave.”
I eased toward her and said, “Coffee, it’s a snowstorm coming. We won’t be able to leave tonight. So, I figured we would leave in the morning. Let’s relax tonight, yeah?”
I had concluded while waiting for her to arrive that we wouldn’t be able to hit the road tonight. I didn’t want to risk us getting into any fucking accidents. I had one scare when I thought I lost her, and I didn’t even want to give the devil a chance to seek vengeance.
I’d called up Gucci and told him we would be heading there first thing in the morning.
The nigga was mad, but Sky understood. Hell, I was mad because it had been twenty-four hours since I had been away from my kids.
I figured the best way to get my mind off of it would be to enjoy a night with Coffee.
Since being here in New York, we hadn’t had any alone time, and this was the best way for us to play Menace May I before we got back to reality.
Shit, a nigga had been feinin for Nemo. Every time I tried tapping in, Coffee would tap out. Tonight, she couldn’t run.
Coffee moved around the house as if anxiety had her in a chokehold. I tried to reach out to her, but she pulled away. Strike one. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I muttered.
If she even spoke a word about Mr. Rogers, that was his ass. She said nothing as she kept moving around. Times like this were the ones I didn’t like. I hated it when Natalie did this shit, and now here she was doing the same thing. “Coffee,” I called out.
She ignored me. “Coffee!” I repeated.
Her head snapped my way. “Chase!” she shouted.
I placed my hand on the bridge of my nose. “Baby, I’m really trying to figure out what changed from the time I served you some dick until now?”
She exhaled sharply. “I’m sorry, just tension from work. Let me take a bath, and I will cook us dinner, then we can watch a movie and relax.”
“Yeah, ok movie,” I mumbled.
She disappeared into the back, leaving me standing there.
When I heard the water running, I followed her.
I stood in the bedroom and watched her undress and walk into the bathroom.
Her cocoa skin was fucking perfection. She is a nigga’s heartbeat besides my kids.
She had a nigga in a chokehold, and without her, I couldn’t breathe.
I gave her a few minutes before walking into the bathroom.
Her head rested on the back of the tub while the bubbles barely covered her breasts.
The lights were off, and the candlelight kissed her skin.
I eased closer and got down on my knees.
I undid my cufflink and rolled up my sleeve.
Coffee’s head turned toward me as her eyes slowly opened.
Then she did the one thing I loved the most. She fucking smiled, and I melted inside.
My hand eased into the water, softly stroking her leg until it reached her center.
“Pussy so fucking soft,” I mumbled. “A nigga wants to make you feel good. I know you’ve been working hard, Coffee, I—”
She placed her finger to my lips. “Chase, I wanted us to have a good holiday this year. Baby I—”
My finger slid inside her, causing her head to fall back. “God!” she whined.
Stroke, circle, stroke.
The way my fingers played with her pussy, even the best gaming nigga couldn’t hang. “Whatever it is, Coffee, we can get through it. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
Stroke, circle, stroke.
This should have been the moment to tell her we needed to move, but it was clear there was tension, and I needed to relieve it for her.
She was my priority, and whatever it took to make her comfortable, so be it.
She gripped my wrist as her body started moving along with my hand. “Ooo right there,” she moaned.
Stroke, circle, stroke.
I leaned forward and kissed her as my fingers moved into action. The way she kicked and shifted, the water splashed against the tub's side. “Anything for you,” I told her.
“Chase, I’m about to cum!”
My fingers darted faster, and so did her hips. I sucked and licked her fucking neck like a candy cane. Coffee’s body bucked, her legs shook, and just like that, she came. She panted hard as she licked her lips.
I pulled my hand from the water as I stood. “It’s just you and me, no kids, no interruptions. I want Nemo’s ass tonight,” I told her.
She lifted as she gazed at me. “Chase, we have things we need to talk about, and the last thing we need is Nemo and Menace.”
I shrugged. “Talk then,” I said as I sat on the toilet next to her.
Whatever the conversation was about, I prayed like hell it didn’t ruin the weekend.