3. Royce “Turk” Atkins #3
“You and Autumn have always been stubborn. She’s too stubborn to let you in, you’re too stubborn to let her go. And now y’all done got Patience mixed in with your mess. Go on, get outta here before you give me a heart attack.”
I smirk and grab the plates while he mumbles under his breath. Autumn’s parents were either at work or at the casino, so when Renelle wasn’t babysitting them, they were at our house. G-Pops counts them as his grandkids, and has always had a sweet spot for Autumn like me.
I pop in the back and say wassup to my nieces and nephews before I lead Deuce to my whip and skate off toward Thunder Hills, a middle-class suburb in hoity toity ass West Kenton.
My baby mama would never accept the crib I bought her, but buys one for her and Pay for their one year anniversary.
Granted, the crib I woulda bought for her was one I wanted us to live in as a family, but still.
The sun’s setting when I pull up in front.
Deuce is out before me, putting in the code and running inside.
I set the plates on the kitchen island before going up the stairs.
There’s portraits and pictures hanging everywhere, and I chortle at the ones with me in them.
Pay scowls in every one because I always make sure to stand next to her and cheese.
She can’t stand me, never has, and if I’m being honest, I don’t like her ass either.
She’s fine as hell, look like Lauren London down to the onion booty and dimples. She smart as fuck, a whole doctor. Not to mention, she loves my son like her own, and he loves his Mama Pay.
But the stuck up bitch turns her nose at me any chance she gets.
Autumn always had a thing about bitches throwing themselves at me.
I don’t know how many times she’s went off and dragged a bitch in Paradise, or just on the street, before going upside my head.
Mind you, my cinnamon apple has never wanted to be with me.
Even when she was pregnant, she didn’t want me to make an honest woman out of her.
But God forbid I go entertain someone who does.
So when she brought Patience around, and not only did the bitch not wanna fuck me, but threw a drink on me and cursed me out, Autumn wifed her immediately. She been tryna take my family ever since.
I go into the master bedroom and hers and Autumn’s scents hit my nose.
Where Autumn always smells like cinnamon and cocoa butter, Patience smells like strawberries and cream.
I wrinkle my nose, willing myself not to indulge.
I hate that the bitch is flawless, and I hate even more that my homies fuck with her.
All but Set, but even he warming up to her ass.
And to think I denied myself hanging with Brina while they was beefed out.
Okay, I didn’t. But shit, I’m glad I didn’t.
Deuce is in the bed with Pay, watching some baking show. “Deuce, go wash up and change your clothes. You know better.”
I see Pay tense as I walk up to the bed. Deuce kisses her cheek and goes to do what I say. One thing I love about my son is how affectionate he is. He damn sure don’t get that from me, and Autumn’s ass would be a robot if she could, so I know he gets it from Pay.
When I’m at the side of the bed, she sits up, and the sheets pools around her waist. She only has on a sports bra, so I can see her lil stomach.
My eyes snap to it, and my hands itch to caress her.
She’s three months, and starting to show.
Her arms cover her belly, forcing me to look into those brown eyes that hold nothing but hatred for me.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” she hisses.
“Language, baby. Deuce told me about the swear jar.” I hold my hand out like she needs to pay me before I reach to caress her face. She flinches back and swats my hand away, making me smirk.
Baby girl has definitely seen better days. She got dark circles around her eyes and even with the baby bump she looks skinnier. Patience is a gym junky, and has perfected being solid and soft, when right now she just seems soft. “The fuck’s wrong with you?”
“This baby is slowly eating me from the inside.”
I bite my lower lip, and her eyes track the movement. “Like daddy, like baby, huh?”
“What?” she breathes.
“We both like eating you.”
Patience snaps out of her trance when I cackle at her expense. “Get yourself together and come downstairs to eat, Pay. You look like shit.”
“Fuck you!” she booms, hopping out the bed with way more energy than she really has. Her little ass stumbles right into my arms, and I pull her in close. I know it’ll only last a second before she snatches away from me, so I savor her soft honey brown skin.
“Name the time and the place, and I’ll hit that spot that had you calling me Daddy,” I growl in her ear. Her body betrays her by shuddering before she scoffs and pushes me away from her.
I chuckle and back out the room. “If you not downstairs to eat with me in ten, I’ll assume you want me to come back up here.”
Fucking with her feels almost as good as that treasure between her legs. And since it’ll be a cold day in hell before I sample that again, I’ll settle for making her ass squirm a different way.