25. Givens
GIVENS
“Shhh,” I said into Mercy’s ear as I pushed into her. Her pussy was choking my dick, and it was taking everything in me not to nut. “You ready for me to count down?”
“No,” she moaned and shook her head. Her back arched, and I chuckled lowly, not losing my pace.
“Fuck, Givens.” We spent most of the night fucking, only separating when the sun came up to get a few hours of sleep before Mercy had to start her meet-and-greets.
After she was done, we agreed to meet up to hang out.
Faylin had tagged along until Legacy showed up, and they decided to go to the movies.
Mercy and I decided to do some shopping but had somehow found ourselves in the back of the car fucking.
“I got you, DeCorte,” I encouraged her. “You hear me? I got you.”
“Yes, sir,” she panted. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I bit into my bottom lip when her pussy started to spasm. She was holding onto her orgasm, but I was a greedy nigga, so I wanted it.
“Givens,” she moaned and rested her forehead against mine. “Baby.”
“What you need, DeCorte?” I questioned. At this point, I’d give her anything, and if I didn’t have it, I would get it. “Huh, baby?”
“You,” she replied, then kissed me. “I just need you.”
“You been had that,” I chuckled as my nuts started to tighten.
“Now, give me that nut, DeCorte.” I palmed her ass and spread her cheeks so I could get better access.
“You got that good ass pussy wrapped around my dick, and all I want to do is nut in you.” She rocked faster, and I knew she was chasing her shit down. “You cool with that, DeCorte?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Five,” I said, starting my countdown. “You trying to carry my baby?”
“Shit,” she hissed as I bit into her shoulder.
“Answer my question,” I chuckled. “You tryin’ to have my baby.”
“Noooo,” she moaned and shook her head. “Not yet, Givens, I’m not ready yet.”
“Four. That’s cool,” I nodded. I needed her honest answer, and I respected it. Yeah, I would love to see her belly full with my seed, but I also knew she was at the height of her career, and I wasn’t a hating ass nigga to sit her down. “When you ready, just know that it’s going to be my seed.”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned. “Yes, sir.”
“Three.” I let go of her ass and grabbed her waist to take control of her speed. I was going to have to tip the fuck out of the driver because I know that nigga was hearing us go at it.
“Givens, I’m about to cum,” she moaned as she put her hand on the ceiling and started to bounce faster.
“Not yet, DeCorte,” I groaned, even though I was, too. “Two.”
“Say one,” she panted as she moved faster. Her pussy started to clamp down on my dick, and my toes dug into my shoes. “Say fuckin’ one!”
“Nah,” I denied as I bit her nipple through her sports bra. “I ain’t ready to let you go yet.”
“You won't,” she replied. “I’m here, I’m yours. Just say one.”
“One!” I said as we both came. Her saying that shit had my head gone and my heart pounding. We were locked in for life for sure now. There was no going back.
A few hours later, I was sitting in the living room of our suite, watching SportsCenter and scrolling through IG.
I didn’t follow that many people, but my shit stayed popping.
I got a notification just as I was about to close out the app and went to the tagged post from Faylin.
It was a picture of us from this morning at one of the press junkets.
We were both wearing Mercy’s jersey and smiling at the camera.
I swiped through a few more posts, most from the flight and last night.
I chuckled lowly; my baby was enjoying her summer, which was important to me.
She was about to start high school, so I knew that our time was limited, and I was going to take advantage of the time we got.
I exited from IG and went to the clock app to see what was happening there.
The first video that popped up was Faylin and Mercy on Live.
I looked to the balcony and saw them laughing beside each other.
I got up from the couch and went outside to join them. I usually wasn’t on social media, but I saw how much Faylin enjoyed it, so I tried to show up on her shit every so often.
“It’s the man of the hour,” I heard Faylin say as I stepped outside. I closed the sliding glass door behind me and nodded at the iPad. She had about twenty thousand viewers; I knew that was because Mercy was on with her. “Say hi, Daddy!”
“What’s good?” I nodded, then tapped Mercy on the shoulder to get her attention. When she looked up at me, I quickly kissed her lips, and she smiled. “What you doin’, mama?”
“Listening to her giggle with people and doing a puzzle,” she answered, and I nodded. “What’s up?”
“Came to chill with y’all,” I answered. I pulled Mercy up, sat down, and put her in my lap.
“Daddy, people want to ask you some questions,” Faylin said.
“They better make it quick cuz they got my attention until this one is done with her puzzle.” I buried my face in Mercy’s neck, and she laughed softly. I loved the fact that she wasn’t shying away from public affection because I couldn’t keep my damn hands off her.
“The first question is, are you dating Mercy DeCorte?” Faylin asked, and I chuckled.
What the fuck kind of stupid ass question was that.
The woman was in my lap, and my face was buried in her neck.
Shit, my dick was in her less than two hours ago.
Faylin kissed her teeth. “I don’t even know why I read that one cuz it’s obvious that we are a family over here. ”
“Speak that shit, baby girl,” I said, then dapped her up. “We solid over here.”
“Right,” she agreed. “Oh, this a good one; someone wants to know if KC is getting a ring next season.”
“Who’s that for?” Mercy said, looking up from her puzzle with a serious expression. Baby was competitive as fuck, and it was showing. “Because I already know the answer to that.”
“Damn right, baby,” I laughed, then looked over at the iPad.
The viewers had damn near doubled in the short amount of time I’d been sitting.
I relaxed back into the chair and shook my head.
“Listen, we not cocky in the Robbins’ household but understand something.
We are a basketball family; all of us hoop, and losing ain’t an option. ”
“What else y’all wanna know?” Faylin said as she read the comments.
I reached around Mercy, picked up a piece of her puzzle, and put it in its place. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me. The fact that I loved her hit me dead in the chest as she stared at me. I wasn’t even in denial about the shit, either; I loved her ass.
“Ahh no, there will be no disrespect for my parents like that,” Faylin said, and I looked over the iPad to see someone comment that I was only fucking with Mercy because I needed the good PR and our relationship was fake.
Another comment said I looked better with Shai, and I scoffed.
“Like my daddy said, we are good over here in the Robbins’ household. ”
More hateful shit started popping up, and I was starting to get pissed. Niggas could say all they wanted about me, and I’d let that shit roll off my back but coming after Faylin or Mercy was a no-go.
“Turn that shit off,” I said to Faylin. “They gonna piss me off coming at you and Mercy like that. Save their life, baby girl.”
Barely taking her eyes off her puzzle, Mercy reached over and pressed the button to end the live. Once we were disconnected, she looked at me and then at Faylin. “Go inside for a second so I can talk to your daddy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Faylin said quickly, got up, went inside, and closed the door behind her.
“Don’t do that again,” Mercy said once she was away from the door.
“Do what?”
“Threaten someone on the internet,” she answered as she continued to work on her puzzle. “And before you ask, yes, I am aware of some of the things being said. But you have to do better.”
“Nah,” I laughed and shook my head. I gently grabbed Mercy’s chin to make her look at me so she would know how serious I was.
“DeCorte, over you and Faylin, I will crash the fuck out. I don’t give a fuck if they are a no-named nigga or the biggest one in the world.
I don’t play games about what’s mine, and y’all are mine. You understand me?”
She stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded as if trying to process my words. “Yes, sir.”
“Good,” I said, then kissed her. “I’ll kill over y’all. No questions asked, I’ll sit behind bars for the rest of my life with no problem.”
“You being locked away isn’t an option,” she said, shaking her head and laughing. “I know how to make bodies disappear.”
“DeCorte, shut the fuck up with that tough shit,” I laughed, then kissed her again. “Now, finish this puzzle so we can go in, and I can cuddle up with your thug ass and take a nap.”
My phone pinged, and I picked it up to see a notification from IG.
I opened the app, and a picture of me holding Mercy’s face from a few seconds ago was posted by Faylin with the caption, “Like my daddy said, we good over here in the Robbins’ household.
He loves her just as much as she loves him.
One day, I’m going to find a man who looks at me like that.
” I double-tapped the picture, then laughed at the comment from Krude; “Deuce gonna shake the world over you, lil cousin.”
“You playin’ house with my daughter and Mercy?
” Shai said, stepping to me outside the locker room.
I wiped my face with my towel and shook my head.
I hadn’t heard from her in almost two weeks, but it was the most peaceful time of my life.
I sidestepped her and made my way to my car.
Whatever the fuck she was up to, I wasn’t trying to deal with it.
I had to get home and pick up Faylin. It was open house for her school, and we needed to get there so we could get her schedule and meet the basketball coach. “Givens, I know you heard me.”
“I heard you. I just don’t give a fuck about what you talkin’ about, Shai,” I replied as I continued to walk. “You coming to me about some bullshit you done made up in your mind.”
“No, I’m coming to you as the mother of your children, the real mother.” She grabbed my arm to make me stop walking and grilled me. “I’ve been quiet because I know you’re processing the fact that we are about to have another baby, but I’m not about to deal with this shit.”
“You set up the appointment?” I asked, knowing that she didn’t. “Cuz you ain't said shit about it to me.”
“I don’t need to go to the doctor to know that I’m pregnant; my period is officially three weeks late,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You are the father.”
“You sound too sure of that shit, Maury Povich,” I chuckled. “I ain’t claiming shit until I get the DNA test.”
“DNA test?” she yelled, and I nodded. “Why the hell would I get a DNA test?”
“If and that’s a big if you’re pregnant, I doubt it's mine,” I said, shaking my head. There were too many unanswered questions I had from that night. I didn’t remember shit and didn’t even know how I ended up with Shai in the first place.
“I’m not getting a DNA test,” she denied. “I didn’t get one for Faylin.”
“Cuz I know she’s mine,” I laughed. For a second, Shai looked doubtful, and I lifted my brow in surprise. “You trying to say Faylin ain’t mine?”
“Stop pissing me off, Givens,” she huffed. “I know who my baby daddy is, and it’s you.”
“Then what you look like that for?” I stepped into her space and grilled her. “Huh? Cuz for a second, your whole face was pale. You got some secrets, Shai?”
“Don’t try and turn this on me, Givens,” she said, dismissing my question. “I came here because of you and your little girlfriend. What y’all do is fine, I don’t care but don’t involve my fucking daughter in your shit.”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, Shai,” I said as I walked away. “You on some bullshit.”
“No, I’m speaking my peace. Keep that bitch away from my daughter before I take her.”
I stopped walking and turned around to face Shai.
I closed the distance between us and grabbed her around the neck.
“Take who, Shai? Faylin?” I laughed humorlessly.
“I wish the fuck you would try and take my daughter from me. She lives with me; I got her enrolled in school, and she plays ball and is happy. You think I’m about to let you fuck that up?
I promise you, I’m not. Are you jealous cuz Mercy loves Faylin and is a good influence?
Grow the fuck up and be happy she finally got a woman in her life that’s showing up and out for her cuz we both know you ain’t worried about her unless it involves a check. ”
“You’re choking me,” she gasped as she clawed at my hand. “Givens, please.”
“Stop fucking playing with me, Shai, before I kill your ass,” I said, then pushed her against the wall.
I walked away, not giving a fuck about her crying. Shai had tried me for the last fucking time.