Chapter 4 #5
He already eased out of his boxers, and his length swung in front of me.
Draping his body over mine, our lips met, and I could taste my nectar on his tongue when it lapped against mine.
He brought the head of his dick to my warm opening.
Back arching like I was levitating, I gasped.
Months had passed since I last felt him, and I’d been going through a drought myself.
This was much needed. My rose was getting sick of me, and I needed something real.
“Mmm,” I moaned, and he paused from stroking, leaving me filled to capacity with his dick.
“I promise to always love you, provide for you, and protect you. Not just physically, but mentally and spiritually. I want to reciprocate everything you put into me.” His deep strokes and the words that fell from his lips caused me to explode.
A gush of warm, wetness drenched his dick as I climaxed against it. He had never said anything to me quite like that before or fell so deeply into my eyes that he appeared lost in them.
“Fuck!” He threw his head back.
Losing the fight, I took the opportunity to roll over on top of him. Straddling him without his dick ever leaving me, I bucked and threw my head back until he let his seeds off inside me. That was round one. We were fucking it up into the wee hours of the morning.
Luckily, I kept a couple of plan Bs on deck because this nigga never liked to pull out, and I wasn’t ready for another baby.
I didn’t like birth control, because the side effects almost made me stroke out after my first pregnancy, so we ended up using condoms for the most part.
Tonight wasn’t one of those cases. Caution was thrown into the wind, and when I collapsed on his chest after riding the orgasmic wave he had taken me on, a bitch was content.
His fingers drew on my back, holding me against him and catching his breath.
With my head against his chest, listening to his heart race inside him, I fell asleep in his arms. I never felt more loved or wanted.
Ledge held me different. I was embraced a little tighter, and the way his fingers massaged my scalp while I drifted off was a comfort.
I didn’t know where we were going from here, but right now, I had no qualms about it as sleep came for me.
Ledge
Waking up the next day, I stretched in bed, eyes still closed.
It’d been a long time since a nigga slept like that.
I felt the weight of my woman against me and remembered the night we’d had into the early morning.
Pinching the sleep from my eyes, I checked the time on the clock beside the bed.
It was a little after nine, and the smell of bacon floated through the air, making a nigga’s stomach rumble.
After stretching, I peered down into Chevy’s face and kissed the top of her head.
She was still sleeping peacefully, so I eased her off of me onto the bed and went to take a piss and brush my teeth.
When I came out, she was out like a light, so I decided to make my rounds and check on the kids.
Creeping downstairs in my jeans and wife beater, I paused in the kitchen doorway to watch Granny move around the kitchen humming to herself and whipping up a breakfast for a king’s family.
Shit smelled amazing, and my stomach started touching my back as I thought about all the food I wanted to fill it with.
My shorties were already seated at the table with their plates, looking like little angels.
“Good morning,” I greeted them, going to kiss the top of each of their heads before going to mess with Granny.
I hugged her from behind at the stove, and she shoved me off while stirring a pot of grits.
“Gone, Ledge.” She swatted me with the spatula and sucked her teeth.
“Just saying good morning to you too,” I teased, pulling back and reaching for some bacon off a tray.
“You over here playing with my baby’s feelings again?” she asked, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“Nah, that’s not what this is,” I answered, shaking my head. “You know I love that girl. I’m doing right by her this time, Granny. I’m changing, so is my lifestyle. It’s time to put my family front and center.”
“Hmm, I guess I will have to believe that when I see it. Those two plates over there are for you and Chevelle if you want to take her a tray upstairs. I’m making shrimp and grits too, but the grits are still cooking.”
“Damn, you going all out today.” I kissed her cheek. “Thank you. I know I don’t have to prove myself worthy just for her but for you too. And I’ll do that.” After gathering all the food, I took it upstairs and arrived in the bedroom as Chevy sat up and pushed some of her wild hair from her face.
“Good morning,” I greeted her, marching over to the bed with the tray in my hand.
She yawned a bit and peered up at me in surprise.
“I thought you left.”
“Nah, a nigga smelled food.” I climbed into the bed with her and grabbed a plate.
“Granny didn’t cuss you out or try to beat you when you came down?” she queried, taking a piece of bacon and chewing.
“Low key, she really love a nigga.” I kidded as my phone began ringing.
Frowning, I reached behind me on the table to grab it. It was early as fuck, so I wasn’t sure who could be hitting my line at this hour. Glancing at the screen, I could see that it was my security company. Answering, I brought the phone to my ear.
“Who dis?” I kept stuffing my face.
“Mr. Williams, this is Keith with your security company. There was a break-in at your penthouse,” he revealed.
I hadn’t even been crashing there, because I was spending a lot of time at the compound instead working on some shit.
“Are you able to come by so that we can do a report and get your information off to your insurance company.”
“Yeah. Give me a minute. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes,” I insisted before hanging up.
“What was that about?” Chevy questioned, stuffing her face with toast.
“Somebody broke into the penthouse,” I told her. “I gotta go check this shit out.”
“Maybe it’s time for you to get rid of that place,” she pointed out, lifting her brows while cutting her almond colored eyes at me. “I mean, if you’re going to be staying here with us… your family.”
A slow grin spread over my face, letting her words sink in. Chewing thoughtfully on more bacon, I bobbed my head in agreement.
“So you gon’ let a nigga come home?” I questioned.
“You want to come home?” she shot back.
“You know the answer to that.” I leaned in, taking her lips and covering them in mine in a warm kiss. “Let me go deal with this shit and grab a few things, and I’ll be back.”
After getting dressed, I took off for the penthouse to see what the fuck was going on.
I had surveillance, so I definitely wanted to check the building security cameras when I got there.
The cops had shown up, and that shit had me hot.
I hated fucking police, especially all up and through my shit.
My record was sealed tight, so there wasn’t anything that should raise red flags unless a mothafucka was looking for some shit.
Soon as I stepped through the open door of my spot, a nigga smelled pork, and all their shady ass eyes focused on me. My building manager, Rashad, came over.
“Mr. Williams, thank you for coming so quickly. I apologize for any inconvenience—”
“Save me the bullshit. The fuck happened?” I demanded.
“Well, from what I can see, the door was kicked in. They tossed everything. You let us know if anything is missing,” the detective that seemed to be in charge addressed me.