Chapter 14
This was the second time Munch called me sounding like something was wrong. This time, it had me ready to set some shit on fire. Something or someone made her cry, and they would have to see me about hurting my Munch’s feelings. She sounded too shaken up for it to be something simple.
When she broke down, I carried her into the house. I didn’t need my neighbors minding our business and making assumptions about shit.
I sat on the couch with her on my lap when we entered the living room. Her sobs had turned into sniffles, but I still gave her time to get herself together.
A few minutes passed before either of us spoke. I just held her against my chest and rubbed her back.
“Are you ready to tell me what happened?”
“A big, black SUV followed me, then tried to run me off the road.”
My body stiffened briefly. Some shady shit was going on, and I didn’t like not knowing what it was or who caused it.
I also didn’t like feeling like I’d failed Munch by not being able to protect her.
My antennas rose, and I felt like whoever the guilty party was of killing my dad, and potentially Slim, they were trying to get rid of Munch.
I pinched the bridge of my nose to calm myself down, because I wanted to go look for the person that did that shit.
“Were you able to get a license plate number?”
“No. I didn’t even see one.”
I kissed her forehead and ran my fingers through her hair. She’d taken her braids out and wore her hair in its natural state. I loved the loose curls in her hair.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll find out who it was. How about I run some bath water for you so you can relax? Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She hugged me, and I squeezed her tightly.
I couldn’t imagine something happening to her and not having her around. Nah, that couldn’t happen. I wanted Munch to be first lady of the Vipers one day. I wanted her in every capacity I could get her in.
I carried her to the bathroom and set her on the sink so I could turn on the water. I had never done no shit like that, but I watched enough movies to know how to cater to a woman. While the water ran, I walked over to Munch.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
I kissed her forehead and pulled her shirt over her head.
“You don’t have to thank me for wanting to take care of you. I want you to be comfortable and relaxed around me. I need your nervous system to be good when you are in my presence.”
Munch smirked. “What you know about that?”
“I see enough shit on social media.”
We shared a laugh, and I helped her off the sink. When she was on her feet, I helped take off the rest of her clothes, then helped her into the tub.
While she soaked, I took her clothes to the laundry room to wash them.
She wouldn’t need them until the next day, because I wasn’t letting her out of my sight.
After I started the washer, I ordered a few things through an app.
It wasn’t much, so hopefully, the stuff would arrive by the time Munch got out of the tub.
I checked on Munch, and she was relaxed, so I let her rest a little longer. I hit up Tech to see if he could hack into the cameras to see if he could tell me who was behind this.
Tech let me know that he was on it and would call me when he found out something.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, so I went to grab the bags. I took the stuff to the kitchen and put it on the island.
“You ready to get out?” I asked Munch when I went back to the bathroom.
“Yes.”
I licked my lips when she stood up, and water ran down her body. After turning the shower on so she could rinse off, I helped her out of the tub and walked her to the shower, even though they were practically next to each other.
She used the bodywash I used to wash up. I watched her as she squirted the bodywash on the washcloth I gave her.
I cupped my dick as it hardened. I wasn’t thinking about sex since she was so distraught when she arrived, but I wouldn’t deny her if she wanted it.
“Chill, Munch.” I damn near groaned.
“You can always get in.”
“Shit, say less.” I took my clothes off and joined her.
The water hit my back as I picked her up and pushed her against the shower wall. My mouth was on her neck, nibbling and licking the water droplets.
Slowly, my dick slid inside of her as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Damn, Munch. This pussy wet.”
She moaned loudly as I hit her spot. She gripped my shoulders as she met each one of my strokes. I didn’t give a fuck about nothing else whenever I was inside of her.
“Don’t shit else matter but this gushy ass pussy.”
“Kane.” She cried and tightened her grip on my shoulders.
“Cum for me, Munch.”
I bit her nipple, and she creamed on my dick. Not too long after, I let off inside of her.
A little while later, Munch and I got out of the shower.
I gave her one of my T-shirts, and my chest expanded with pride.
Raina was so fucking pretty. I could picture her walking around all the time like that.
I could see her making my home hers or buying her a new home.
In my mind, things were moving fast, but at the same time, not fast enough.
“When did you get this stuff?” Munch asked as she went through the bags on the counter.
“While you were in the tub. I figured I’d get something you’d like, to help you relax and try to forget about what happened earlier.”
I knew she couldn’t completely forget about it, but I wanted to take it off her mind, even if it were for a moment.
She placed the box she pulled out onto the table, then hugged me.
“Thank you, Kane. Are you going to do it with me?”
The hopeful look made it hard to tell her no, and most likely, I never would.
I kissed her cheek. “Of course, baby.”
She moved over and pulled the rest of the stuff out of the bag. Once she organized it the way she wanted, she told me what she wanted me to do.
“You ever think about doing this full time? Maybe owning your own bakery or something?” I asked as I cracked the eggs for her.
I ordered multiple cakes and the shit we needed to make them. I knew how much she liked to bake.
“Sometimes, but I don’t know. I don’t want to worry about the money, then I end up regretting it. I love to bake, and I don’t want to lose that.”
“I feel you. I felt the same way about tattooing, but I knew I had to have my own shop. I refused to work under someone else.”
“But you made it work.”
I let Munch decide the cake we would make, and she decided on a yellow cake. I wasn’t sure which kind of frosting she wanted, so I got two different kinds.
“Before we go any further, I need to ask you a question.”
I passed her the bowl with the eggs in it.
“I’m listening.”
“Buttercream or cream cheese frosting?” She crossed her arms over her chest and faced me.
“Why do you look like you’ll leave depending on my answer?”
“Because I will. Now, which one?”
I thought about it for a second. I even looked at the two jars on the counter. I never really thought about it since I wasn’t a big cake eater, and I just ate whatever was there.
“Um, buttercream.” I hesitated.
Munch smiled and wiped imaginary sweat from her forehead. “Whew, I thought you were going to say the other. This relationship would have to end before it even started.” She laughed and went back to mixing the cake batter.
“You ain’t leaving, Munch. I’m gonna need you to get that through your head. You are mine, sweetheart.” She yelped when I smacked her on the ass.
She didn’t even have a rebuttal, because she knew I was right.
When the batter was mixed, she moved it to a pan and stuck it in the oven. I poured each of us a drink, and we sat at the island while we waited for the cake.
“Are we just going to have cake and liquor?” Munch asked with a giggle.
“I probably should get some real food, huh? I don’t want you to get drunk and take advantage of me.”
Munch’s laughter was louder than usual, but I was okay with that.
“Me, taking advantage of you?” she asked as she pointed at her chest. “I think it’s the other way around.”
“Don’t say that shit. We both are consenting adults.”
I knew what she meant, but I knew how others could misconstrue what she said if they ever heard her.
She traced the head and body of my viper tattoo, and goosebumps filled my arms. I smirked at the blue nail polish on her nails.
“I like your nail polish.”
She looked down at her fingers, then back at me. She lifted the corner of her mouth into a smile.
“You did say you want to see them wrapped around your dick.” She reached down and squeezed my dick through my pants. “But we do need food.”
My little Munch was a freak.
I pushed her hand away. “You better stop before you don’t get to eat.”
Munch put her hands on her lap as she laughed.
I shook my head and pulled out my phone, then passed it to her so she could order whatever she wanted. Once she ordered enough for both of us, I put my phone on the counter and grabbed some water. I figured we would wait until after we ate before we drank anything else.
“Do you believe in second chances?” I asked Munch while we waited for the food.
“It depends on what the person did for them to need a second chance. Cheating is a hard no.”
“Understood.”
I wouldn’t get into a relationship with someone I felt I would cheat on. That was the reason why I had never been in a relationship. Nobody made me feel like Munch did, so nobody was worth the effort.
We talked some more about expectations in a relationship while we waited for the food.
I might not have had one before, but Munch and I shared the same ideas when it came to a relationship.
Once the food arrived, we talked some more and ate some of the cake afterward. At the end of the night, we cleaned the kitchen together, then went to my room.
We spent the rest of the night watching movies. It felt different cuddling with Munch, but I enjoyed it. My mood and energy were relaxed whenever she was around. I noticed I didn’t even have the urge to have something in my mouth except her pussy, and that was what I did until we went to sleep.