Chapter 6
M a n , I a i n ’ t say a word the rest of the ride home. Kassim quieted down a few minutes in, fell back to sleep like he wasn’t just damn near hollerin’ his lungs out. I was still tight, not ‘cause Nyomi snapped but because she forgot who the fuck I was.
I pulled up to the crib, and Kassim was still asleep, head turned to the side wit’ his lil’ fists curled. Nyomi was starin’ straight ahead, not even movin’ to get out like. Good. Her ass needed to sit wit’ that silence.
I got out my truck and walked around to get my son first. I didn’t even glance her way.
Pickin’ him up from his seat, I pressed a kiss to his cheek before carryin’ him inside.
I’d give him a bath later, but right now I needed to lay his lil’ ass down and go check his mama.
I carried Kassim upstairs, changed him, and put on some nursery tunes.
Then, I laid him down in his crib, pulled the blanket over his lil’ body, and just stood there for a second.
By the time I came back downstairs, Nyomi was standin’ in the middle of the livin’ room, arms folded, attitude written all over her face like she was waitin’ on me to finish what I started.
“Don’t ever do no shit like that again.”
Her nostrils flared like that was doin’ somethin’. “You got one more time to choke me up like you own me.”
I stepped close. “I do.” She blinked, lips partin’. “My ring’s on your finger, and your heart is mine. So yeah, I own you in all the ways that matter.”
“Not my mind, Keon.”
“Nah. But it’s my job to make sure that mind don’t have you out here actin’ dumb.”
Her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You got me fucked, Nyomi. Walkin’ off on me in traffic like I’m some weak ass nigga. The fuck you on?”
“You embarrassed me in front of my family!”
“And you embarrassed me actin’ like you gon’ walk away from all this like shit’s sweet!” I closed the space between us. “You mad ‘bout lunch? Or you mad ‘cause I reminded everybody you ain’t just somebody’s daughter no more? Ny, you finna be my fuckin’ wife!”
Her throat worked like she was tryin’ to swallow that pride. “You don’t always have to be so… so crazy and aggressive about everything.”
“I do ‘cause that’s how I built this whole life we got. Off bein’ a nigga who don’t bend for nobody but you. And even you gotta get reminded sometimes what the fuck it is.”
She stayed quiet, breathin’ hard. We was both pissed the fuck off.
Then, I peeped her eyes drop to my mouth.
I grabbed her chin, and I kissed her hard.
This wasn’t no apology kiss. This was that you-mine, that don’t-forget-again, that I meant every fuckin’ word type of kiss. She kissed back wit’ the same energy.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, nails scratchin’ the back of my head as she moaned into my mouth, all that attitude meltin’ off her body. I lifted her up off the floor, ass in my palms, and carried her straight to the couch.
“Pull them fuckin’ leggings down.”
She slid her leggings down quickly, pussy already glistenin’. I pulled my hoodie off, then unbuckled my jeans, and dropped everything. Spreadin’ her thighs wide, I kissed the shit out of her pussy. Then, I slid in deep wit’ one stroke. She arched, gaspin’ my name. “Knuck!”
I pounded her into that fuckin’ couch. “You always need some dick to fix that fuckin’ attitude,” I growled, hand wrapped ‘round her throat. She nodded fast, tears at the corners of her eyes. “Say it.”
“Fuuuuckkkk…”
Smirkin’, I sped up, strokin’ the fuck outta that gushy ass pussy. “Nah, say it.”
“I’m… I’m… shiiit… I’m sorry, babe.”
“For what?”
“For… being extra,” she panted, eyes rollin’ in the back of her head.
“Mmhmm,” I licked my lips, flipping’ Nyomi’s ass over before fuckin’ her from the back.
The kind of strokes that made her squirm, that made her back arch, that made her ass cry, beg, and grab at the pillow like it could save her.
When we both came hard as fuck, I leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder. “You still mad?” I whispered.
She shook her head slowly, hair stuck to her cheek, voice soft. “No, daddy.”
“Good.” I laid back on the couch, pulled her on top of me, her bare ass still warm from the heat between us. Loved the fuck outta this woman. No matter how hot shit got, we was gon’ always ride it out. “Now, I’mma go give Kassim a bath, and you gon’ look up some fancy ass weddin’ shit.”
Her head whipped ‘round toward me. “Knuck…”
I kissed her. “I love your stubborn ass. If you want a big ass lavish weddin’, fuck it. Let’s do it. But, on God, there better be a venue wit’ a openin’ by the end of next month.”