Chapter 4 #4
Without another word, I stepped out of the car and strutted up toward the house.
I could hear the door slam shut as I made my way to the porch.
Ledge started up the sidewalk, but I noticed that Kemper was also boldly stepping out of his whip to greet him.
Great! This was the bullshit! Ledge and I hadn’t been apart three months, and here was his possessive ass antics kicking in.
“You on your way out, homie?” Ledge questioned, climbing uphill to the top of the driveway.
He had a blunt in his hand and was bringing it to his lips to take a toke when Kemper walked up on him.
His nonchalant demeanor obviously only put more contempt into Kemper’s impression of him.
Both paused near the sidewalk a couple of feet from where Kemper parked.
Sizing one another up, Ledge blew smoke in his face, and Kemper didn’t budge.
“You real comfortable around here,” Kemper noted, canvassing him from head to toe.
“Always,” Ledge countered, ashing his blunt in front of him.
The squinting of disproval in Kemper’s eyes fixed on Ledge practically ignited fire. I decided to step off the porch.
“Ledge, what are you doing here?” I asked, huffing with irritation.
“And why the fuck are you following us?” Kemper’s nostrils flared, taking a couple of steps forward into Ledge’s personal space.
It was the first time I realized they were damn near the same height and weight.
“You paranoid.” Ledge brushed him off with a little laugh and took a couple of steps back. “Or maybe that detective life you living got you on edge, my nigga.” He took another pull from his blunt and backed away with an arrogant simper.
“Maybe you would like to come down to the station and answer some questions for me about your ‘friend’ Kitana. What you think?” Kemper asked, both brows furrowing.
He was turned all the way up, and so did my heart in my chest. This shit needed to stop. My kids were inside, and I didn’t want these fools trying to kill each other on my front lawn.
“Do whatever you need to do. I ain’t got shit to hide.” Ledge remained cocky, approaching the steps to the house.
I watched him let himself inside and spun around to face Kemper.
“Listen—”
“Nah, it’s all good. I get the picture.” He flicked the tip of his nose, a sign of anger that he was trying to brush off. “It’s pretty fucking clear. Take care of yourself, Chevy.” He went to get back in his car, and I watched him circle my driveway and drive downhill to be let out.
Lifting my head to the sky, I wanted to scream.
I swear I fucking did. Ledge was good for fucking some shit up and making it about him.
This nigga. Stomping toward the house, I slammed the door shut hard as fuck just to make sure he got the picture that I was not happy with him.
Movement from the kitchen had me dropping my bag at the table in the foyer and parading back there to give him a piece of my mind.
Stalling, I had to catch my breath when I stepped inside.
His shirt was off, revealing his bare, chiseled, and inked-up back.
He was a work of fucking art, mothafucking Van Gogh with the shit, and instantly, my clit thumped mercilessly between my thighs that rubbed together.
Who the fuck did he think he was throwing all that around my kitchen like this was his shit?
“What are you doing?” I demanded, glaring at him from across the room as he turned the stove on and went to the fridge.
“A nigga hungry, and I want to tuck my babies in. You think they still up with Granny?” he asked, taking eggs and sausage out of the fridge.
“Ledge, you been real good about boundaries lately—”
“That’s before you started going around spending time with fucking opps,” he grunted while shaking his head absurdly.
“You’re just jealous.” I sucked my teeth and rested one hand on the counter while I stepped out of my heels. “I’m going to date, Ledge. We aren’t together—”
“And that’s because you on some other shit. The minute I go out and get another bitch, you gon’ be on some get-back shit.” He kept his back to me while he worked at the stove.
“Fuck you. And don’t make a mess in my kitchen, ass.” I turned to pad out of the room with attitude.
He was really aggravating me, and I wanted nothing more than to get away from him and take a bath.
Running water for my bath, I stripped out of my clothes and brushed my teeth for the night after checking on Granny and the kids.
The three of them were passed out in the family room together.
Ledge was on some other shit because he knew damn well the kids were more than likely sleeping after their eventful day.
While I soaked in my bubble bath, trying to unwind, I listened to footsteps come through the bedroom.
Ledge ambled through the door, comfortable with his gun tucked in his waist, no shirt, and a plate in his hand.
He was eating his famous omelet. It was the only fucking thing he could make for breakfast that was better than mine, and he would make that shit any time of day.
“Ledge, the hell do you want? Can I have some fucking privacy? Actually, the kids are sleep. You can leave,” I snapped.
Stuffing his face, he watched me closely before squinting. Conviction filled his eyes.
“You fuck this nigga, Chevy? You give him some of that good ass pussy between ya legs?” he questioned, chewing like he was mad at his food.
I could tell the thought of me with another man grinded every gear he had, and I simpered. It wasn’t so fun when the rabbit had the gun; that was for sure.
“Ledge, take your rock-head ass home.” I shut my eyes and tried to zone out away from him.
When I opened them, this nigga was perched on the edge of the tub, watching me while eating his food pensively.
“Who I fuck and when is none of your business.”
“It’s always my fucking business as long as my kids live under this fucking roof.” He spoke with his mouth full like a heathen.
I washed up so that I could slip into my pajamas and take my ass to bed.
It was late, and now he had me worked up.
Whenever we argued, that shit could heat up and turn into a fuck session like a bad porno.
It was some real Yvette and Jody type shit, and it was toxic as fuck.
Ledge brought himself to his feet and watched as I lifted myself from the water, dripping in front of him.
My eyes wandered down to his dick, which was starting to swell in his pants.
“Just admit that you still want to fuck me, Ledge. Stop trying to deviate from the fucking truth.” I stepped out onto the bathmat and reached for my towel.
After tucking it around my body, I went into my bedroom, which was empty. Ledge was gone. I oiled myself up, and slipped my silk gown over my skin gently. When I went to pull the covers down, this fool appeared in the doorway again, this time tossing back a shot of cognac.
“Good night, Ledge.” I didn’t even look up at him as I tossed a few of the extra pillows onto a chair behind me.
“I moved the kids to their beds. Granny ass down there snoring and talking in her sleep about Pastor Gilmore,” he joked, and I couldn’t help but bust out laughing.
He was so damn crazy. One of the best kept secrets about Ledge was how funny he was. It’s what drew me to him. He could keep me in stitches all damn day.
“Boy, no the fuck she ain’t.” I sucked my teeth.
“Shit… she twitching and moaning and shit like she been giving it to his ass at the altar. No wonder she like spending so much fucking time at church.” He went into the bathroom, and I shook my head at his crass ass.
I could hear the water running, so I assumed he was brushing his teeth, and then the shower was going.
There was no fucking getting rid of him.
Climbing into bed, I thought about how normal it felt having him here.
I couldn’t even lie to myself and say that this wasn’t what I always dreamt about for us.
I thought one day he would retire and we would live a normal, simple life.
Laying there on my side, hand tucked under my head while staring off and pondering on life and where I was now, I dozed off. When the bed shifted and Ledge slid in behind me smelling like his Milton Brown men’s bodywash, I went rigid. He was so warm and hard.
“Ledge, what are you doing?”
“A nigga been going through a drought, Chev. What else I need to do to get back home, right here?” he pleaded, his hand falling on my chest, right over my heart.
He left it there, feeling it beat as he kissed my neck gently and nibbled on my ear.
My clit hardened. He was good for arousing me.
Nipples stiffening like two raisins, I allowed his touch to wander down my things and finally under my nightgown to my bare pussy.
Lord knows I didn’t want to give in to him.
My mind was screaming to pull away, but the rest of me was all in.
His stiff pipe between his legs poked my ass, and all I could think about was him inside me.
Next thing I knew, I was on my back, and his head was between my legs, devouring me with expertise.
Moaning and clawing at the sheets, I bit into my bottom lip to keep from sounding off too loud.
Although Granny and the kids were downstairs, I knew my kids weren’t that light of a sleeper, especially Laiyah’s little ass.
The minute she saw her father, it would be fuck me from the both of them.
“I love you, Chevelle. Real shit,” Ledge noted, placing gentle kisses up my thighs until he reached my stomach. “I’m going to do better and be better for you. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I groaned as he bit my inner thigh and sat up between my legs.