Chapter 6 #6
“I thought I did.” She answered honestly, and I was in her face swiftly.
“Then I met you,” she emphasized gently, a hand resting on my chest, calming the beast itching to break free inside me.
“And I don’t care how we met or how we got here.
I just know that we are here. You know what else is here?
Something that makes all of this cemented between us.
” She grabbed my hand and brought it to her stomach.
“This baby. It’s me and you, and nothing can take that away from us.
I sat up all last night thinking about everything.
The possibility of what my life could have been before does linger in my mind.
I can’t help it.” She raised both shoulders.
“But what it’s actually turned out to be is so much more than I could have pictured for myself.
” She spoke with her eyes glossed over. “I fell in love with you, despite our circumstance. I gave myself to you in every way that matters. He is my past.”
She was right, and I was fucking bugging.
Dropping one hand to her waist, I released a deep breath, pulling her into me.
Embracing her while resting my chin against her shoulder, I grasped her tight.
She was so warm and fucking soft. Smelling like Marc Jacobs perfume, I took in her scent and my dick reacted.
Nudging away from her, I cupped one side of her face and held her under my hungry ass stare.
She knew what that look meant because she gave that shit back, a sexy simper covering her thick ass lips that I loved feeling on any fucking part of me.
She brought them to my thumb and while looking me dead in my eye, she kissed it sexily.
She still had this innocence about her. Knowing that I was the only one that she had ever been with also made a nigga territorial.
She was mine. I bust that shit open, fresh out the fucking pack, and I can guarantee she was tamper proof because she was still snug as fuck every single time I hit.
As far as I was concerned, I was ready to go out and meet the big God if a nigga dared thought he was getting anywhere near that.
I was possessive, and I didn’t give a fuck.
“Harbor, as you can see, I’m not the kind of man that plays games.
That shit is for kids. You have become a part of me.
Like a limb, or a fucking organ, a’ight.
So I’m gon’ fucking step about you, air some shit out.
I don’t give a fuck who it is.” My hand fell on her chest and she nodded while keeping me under her warm, chestnut irises.
“I know.” She stood on her toes and kissed me. “Mmm, your breath stinks, baby. You need to go handle that.”
“I got something I can handle,” I taunted her, spinning her around so that she was facing my desk.
Reaching around to her front, I undid her pants and and yanked them past her fat ass showing out in a thong. “Mmm, Free—”
“Nah, no talking,” I instructed, pulling my stiff man’s out and tapping her a few times on the ass with it.
Her slot was already moist for a nigga, so I ran the tip up and down until she moaned crazily and grabbed the desk to keep herself in position.
As soon as I dipped inside her, she let out a deep moan.
I left my shit resting within her walls and grabbed both of her arms, holding them behind her like I was handcuffing her as I went deeper.
“Uh!” She shrieked, and I pulled back, but didn’t pull him out.
I hammered into that shit until she had my dick drenched with her essence.
Watching her sweet nectar coat my dick while I plunged inside her was fucked my head up!
Shit! I knew I wasn’t going to last long in this shit the way she was busting.
Shit was already fire, but being pregnant only took her pussy to another level.
Shit was like plunging into the middle of a fucking monsoon.
“Fuck, Harbor!” My head fell back, and eyes drifted to the ceiling before rolling back into my head like a nigga was having a seizure or some shit.
She did that clutch shit, putting a vice grip on my joint until I was forced to dump my seeds off into her.
My knees buckled, and I could have collapsed right fucking there.
Fingers digging into her skin, I helped her sit up.
Panting with little sweat beads on her chest and back, a cute grin claimed her lips.
“I fucking love you.” I planted kisses up her shoulder until I reached her neck.
“Mmm, I love you too.” She replied. “Now I have to go and freshen up again. Got me smelling like sex and shit.” She shook her head lazily and I smacked her ass before she bent over to pull her pants up, jumping to get all that ass inside them.
Pride filled me as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. She was already thick, that baby weight was stacking right on top of her curves. She was lucky she was already pregnant, because I damn sure could have just put another one in there.
“Aye, that scent ain’t always bad.” I teased.
“I will drop Ivy off and see you later.” I watched her rush out of the room while fixing my pants.
Yeah, I was marrying that girl, fuck what anybody thought.
I had let opportunities slip past me before and regretted it.
I wasn’t about to let that happen with me and Harbor.
I watched them leave the house on the monitor, Ivy screaming goodbye throughout the walls of the home.
They got into Harbor’s car and drove off, with Deviance right behind them, doing his fucking job.
Feeling content, I went to shower and get my own shit ready for the day.
I hadn’t seen Celine in a few days and when I walked past her room, I swear I heard crying or some shit.
I was on my way out, but I had time to stop and chop it up with her.
I had a few things on my mind since overhearing her conversation with Kut, but I had let the shit go because I had to deal with Harbor and the shit with Ledge.
Tapping on her door, I heard her sniffle, and then she cracked the door and stared out at me.
“Aye, what’s going on? What’s wrong with you?” I questioned.
“Nothing.” She lied, eyes falling to the ground.
I brought my hand to the door, pushing it back gently, backing her off. The room was dark thanks to her shades being drawn. She had been drinking, and her eyes were bloodshot when she gaped back at me somberly.
“What’s going on with you?” I asked, facing her with worry.
“Nothing. Just… taking a little break from life.” Celine answered, throwing her hands up.
She was drunk right now. I was only sure about that because I had never known her to come undone, ever.
“Celine, the fuck is this? This ain’t you. What’s going on?” I questioned, staring around her room, which was a mess.
On the bed she had a box with the lid off.
There were pictures scattered about, and I was drawn to them.
I grabbed a few, noticing that a lot of them were of us from my childhood.
We were at birthday parties, holiday activities, and even a few school ceremonies and basketball games since I played.
Frowning, I sifted through a lot of them, my childhood playing before my eyes as I soaked in the details.
Some of these photos, especially of me when I was younger, I had never even seen before.
Celine brought her glass of vodka to her lips and gulped while I took a seat on the edge of her bed.
“What is all this?” I questioned.
“Memories.” She answered simply.
“Some of these I don’t even remember.” I muttered.
“You were little, that was the point.” She countered, and I brought my eyes up to meet hers.
“What happened with you and Kut?” My question froze her mid sip.
She kept the glass up and managed to swallow before lowering it in front of her.
“I heard y’all that night of my birthday. I know something went down, and I know that you and my mother have never liked each other, but Kut still kept you around.”
“Your mother.” Celine laughed to herself and scoffed.
“Some mother, right? I mean… what did she ever do for you besides enable Kutlass in everything he put all of you kids through? You all were like accessories to that woman, something she could take off and put back on whenever the fuck she felt like it.” Bitterness dripped from every word, and that wasn’t like Celine.
“What’s this about, Celine?” I asked, dropping the pictures at my side and studying her as she slowly paced in front of me.
“Nothing. Don’t you have somewhere to be? Your life is picking up. You have priorities, and you’re building something that your father never could or would. That’s all that matters here, my boy.”
“I’m not about to leave you up here obviously upset either. So talk to me.”
“I can’t.” She adamantly shook her head.
Another photo had slipped to the ground, just beneath my foot.
When I looked at it, I was taken back. Reaching between my legs, I grabbed it and examined it.
Celine was young as fuck, but I would recognize that face anywhere.
She was smiling, and her hand rested on a very large bump.
I didn’t know why, but my pulse went crazy.
Hollowness filled my stomach, like it had dropped.
Tilting my head, I wondered about the photo, including who took it since it seemed to be our house.
Holding it up for her to see, tears instantly mounted in her eyes.
“What’s this?” I asked.
She stepped forward, reaching for it, but I held it away from her. Desperation lit up her troubled eyes. Furrowing my brows, I brought myself to my feet.
“When were you pregnant?” I demanded.
“A long time ago.” She choked out, holding back her tears.
“So what happened? How come you don’t talk about it? What happened to the baby?” I interrogated, shaking while I awaited her response.
She looked back at me so broken that it stirred something inside of me. My chest heaved up and down, like any minute my lungs were going to be robbed from air.