Chapter Seven
On the other side of town, Crown stood beside a well-kept brick home, waiting and watching.
Since he was already out, he figured he might as well handle some unfinished business.
The neighborhood was quiet. Porch lights were off, curtains drawn, and neighbors were tucked away in their own worlds.
Perfect. He remained still until the motion sensor flicked on, illuminating the driveway he lingered near.
Crown never put a nigga on his payroll without getting a copy of his ID that contained his home address first, and this was exactly why. In case he ever had to pull up and remind him who the fuck he was dealing with.
Slowly, Clint pulled in and shut off his BMW, stepping out without a care in the world.
That was his mistake. He believed the good neighborhood and the camera mounted near his front door were enough to keep trouble away.
Unfortunately for him, the worst menace of them all did not give a fuck about surveillance.
Dressed in all black with a ski mask pulled tight over his face, Crown moved fast, closing the distance before Clint even had time to register a presence.
“Don’t say a muthafuckin’ word.” He barked as he pressed the barrel of his Glock against the side of Clint’s head.
“You make a sound, and this turns into a whole different night.”
Clint's hands lifted in surrender as panic set in, his breath coming out in short, broken gasps. His wife was upstairs asleep, and the thought of her waking up to danger made him nod fast, desperate to comply.
“You thought that phone call was it? Nah. Consider this your warning, muthafucka. If something goes down at that address, you are to send someone out. I don’t give a fuck what protocol says. Do you understand?”
The man nodded again, fear flooding his body so hard it nearly took his legs out from under him.
“Good. ‘Cause the next time you won’t be so lucky. You could have ten alarms and a hundred cameras on this bitch, and it still won’t save you from what I got planned.” Crown released him and stepped back into the shadows.
On the side of the car, Clint closed his eyes, praising God he was still alive, his hands shaking as he struggled to breathe.
And by the time he lifted his head, Crown was already gone, consumed by the darkness like he had never been there at all.
The only evidence left of his presence was the sound of his Ducati, slicing through the night air.
When Crown finally made it home, the house was quiet.
Nivéa and Nyla were both knocked out. Everything in him wanted a hot shower, but the sight of Nivéa pulled him in instead.
He couldn’t help himself. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her and reached out, brushing his thumb over the dimple that showed even when her face was relaxed.
“Ahh!” She gasped, jolting upright at the unexpected touch.
“Shh,” he whispered, leaning in and pressing his forehead to hers. “It’s just me, ma. You safe.”
The fear eased the moment Nivéa caught his voice. The sound alone pulled her back, then the scent of his cologne drifting from his neck soothed her like no other.
“I’m sorry. My ass is so paranoid.”
“I know, and I hate that shit. I can’t wait ‘til the day you comfortable and unafraid ‘cause you know I’ll take a nigga’s head off ‘bout you.”
The ice broken.
Heat rushed to Nivéa’s cheeks as she smiled. She lifted her hand, resting it against the side of his face, her thumb moving slowly against his dark lips.
“I missed you, Ahmad. So much. I mean, not just while you were gone. The entire time we were apart.” She admitted.
“I missed you too. I wanted to call you…wanted to pull up on you. But I also wanted to respect your wishes.”
“Come here, please.” She begged, helping him remove his vest and shirt.
“You ain’t ever gotta beg me for shit.” Crown replied, snatching her robe open and taking her body completely out of it.
Without complaint, Nivéa leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him. The moment his chest pressed against hers, warmth flooded through her despite the coldness of his VVS Cuban Link.
“Goodness,” she whispered, all in her feelings.
“What’s wrong?” Crown asked, his gaze heavy as it dropped to her pretty lips to watch every word she spoke.
“Nothing at all. Everything feels right when I’m with you.”
Nivéa’s lips parted, attaching to his. Their kiss was slow and deep, heavy with everything they hadn’t said in the short time they had gone their separate ways. It left her both weak and breathless.
“And I missed this, too.” She released his tongue and pressed slow kisses into his beard, her hands sliding over the veins flexing along his arm.
She loved looking into his handsome face, and feeling the strength of his physique hovering over her. Everything about him she missed, from the thick waves on his head to the soles of his boots.
“Then why you ain’t call me? We know why I didn’t reach out. But why you ain’t pick up the phone and call me if you missed me, hm?” He drilled her, his hand settling on her thigh and giving it a slow squeeze.
Nivéa’s head tipped back as his mouth found her neck, his kisses mesmerizing her.
“‘Cause I was tryna be strong. Tellin’ myself I didn’t need a nigga like you in my life. But I do need you, baby.”
Crown’s hands slid from her thighs up to her waist, holding her closer.
“I need you too. My life lost its color without you in it. Shit been hectic, Nivéa. I been losin’ my muthafuckin’ mind. I need the peace you bring to me.”
“Well, I’m here now.” She lifted his face from her neck, forcing him to look at her. “What else happened tonight? You sound so stressed. Let’s have that talk.”
“I got you,” Crown said, kissing her cheek. “Just… let me feel you first. Let’s shut out the world for a second and do us. It’s been a minute since I been in you, ma. I’m begging you to let me inside.”
“You ain’t ever gotta beg me for this pussy.” Nivéa matched his energy, effortlessly.
Without wasting any more time, Crown lifted one of her breasts and popped it into his mouth. His eyes found hers as he looked up while sucking her nipple hungrily.
“Sss…shit. Mmmm…” Nivéa hissed.
Seeing how much her body enjoyed the pleasure, Crown lifted her other breast and pleased that one too. He rotated, giving them equal amounts of attention. Beneath him, Nivéa circled her hips as she cried out in satisfaction.
Crown could smell her pussy leaking…smell it calling for him. He removed the panties she wore, kissing her stomach and then her thighs. As she whimpered, he wrapped them around his shoulders and buried his face in her.
“You smell so good, ma.” He took a long, deep whiff.
Nivéa’s scent drove him wild, making his dick harder. He reached down to stroke himself while sucking on her clit.
She moaned.
So did he.
When he couldn’t take the teasing any longer, Crown came up, locked her legs around his waist, and eased into her as his jaw tightened.
Her walls suctioned him in like a vacuum, and she was already producing cream, letting him know the pussy missed him, too.
Pressing his forehead into hers, he nearly came right then and there.
Nivéa was every man’s fantasy, gorgeous, tight, warm, and dripping wet. She could walk away for good that day or the next, but he’d never forget her, not with a pussy like that. Crown swore it was the best he’d ever had.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned, stroking her nice and slow, his face a mask of satisfaction.
“Oooh,” Nivéa sang, dragging her nails up and down his back.
“This my pussy.” He declared.
“Yessss, oohhh yessss.” She agreed.
“Tell me that shit then, baby.” Crown wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing, igniting her whole body.
“This your pussy, baby. Even when I’m disappointed with you, it’s yours. You left your mark on me.”
His heart stung at the disappointment. “How many times you been disappointed wit’ me?”
“Twice. When you didn’t call like you said you would, and when you withheld the whole truth.”
“I’m sorry, ma,”
“I been forgiven you.”
Crown closed his eyes, soaking in the moment. He drove into her steadily, over and over, and she cried out his name.
“Uhhhhh, Ahmaddddd.”
“You still gon’ let me marry you, baby?”
“Yesssssss. Oh, yes.”
“Tell me what you want. What kind of wedding? What kind of ring?”
Crown slipped her feet into his mouth, knowing it drove her wild, and his strokes never missed a beat.
“God, baby,” Nivéa whimpered, unable to answer him. She was too entranced, watching him slurp on her toes. The shit made her even wetter.
“Wet ass pussy.” He released her feet and cupped her ass.
Crown made sure not to pull out too much while stroking, stimulating her clit with his pelvis.
The sensation sent Nivéa’s eyes rolling back.
He let her ride the high before flipping her onto all fours, positioning her just the way he loved.
Her perfect arch invited him in as he gripped the roots of her hair and lowered his mouth to her ear.
“I know the dick good, but I need you to focus and tell me what you want from me.”
“Mmm, I don’t want a big wedding at all. I’m a simple kind of gal. Hell, if it could just be you and me, that would make me so happy. But I know that’s not realistic. You have a big family, lots of friends.”
“Nah, anything you want, I’ll make happen.”
Nivéa moaned, then added, almost against her own better judgment, “I love emerald… halo… or princess-cut. Emerald is my favorite, though.”