Chapter 16
T h i s l i l ’ n i g g a was really lookin’ me dead in my face while laughin’ wit’ a fat ass turd in his pamper. “Yo,” I muttered, holdin’ Kassim up by his thighs. “Why you do me like this, son?”
He just giggled like the shit was funny, knowin’ damn well the shit was disrespectful as fuck.
“Yeah, you think this shit’s funny now,” I said, walkin’ toward the nursery. “Watch. When I get old, I’ma return the favor.”
After cleanin’ him up, I carried him downstairs to the livin’ room to put on some Mickey Mouse or some shit.
It was just me and my lil’ man vibin’ for the day.
No work, no stress. Coolin’. As I settled on the couch, my phone sounded off wit’ a call from a number I didn’t have saved.
This same number called three times already over the last couple days but I didn’t fuck wit’ unknown calls.
I accepted and answered the call. “Aye, who the fuck is this?”
“’Bout time you answered the fuckin’ phone, nigga.”
I knew that raspy ass aggressive voice. I had been hearin’ the same voice since ‘09, but now the shit sounded bitter. “Coogs? I heard you was gettin’ out, nigga. My fault. I don’t be…”
“It’s been fourteen fuckin’ years,” he cut in. “I know your ass ain’t wait ‘til I got out to switch up.”
Kassim kicked his lil’ feet as soon as Mickey Mouse Clubhouse came on the TV.
Turnin’ it up, I made sure he was secure in his bouncy shit before I stepped away.
“Watch your mouth, nigga. Ain’t got a funny bone in my muthafuckin’ body.
You hit my line when you needed money on your books.
I been that nigga while everybody else left your ass hangin’. ”
“Yeah, whatever, nigga,” Coogs grunted. “I been layin’ low, but I got more mouths to feed, Knuck. A nigga need back in.”
“In where?” I asked flatly, watchin’ Kassim drool and grin at the TV while clappin’ his lil’ hands.
“You know where, nigga. I kept my mouth shut and did my time like a fuckin’ man. Y’all out here eatin’ and you think I’m just gon’ sit back watchin’ you young niggas floss?”
I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Ain’t no young niggas over here, Coogs. I’m pushin’ forty, bruh. I got a mortgage, two businesses, a fiancé, and a baby.”
“Man, fuck all that soft shit,” he snapped. “You owe me.”
“You outta pocket for even sayin’ that,” I said, my voice low. “Did you forget who the fuck I am?”
Coogs laughed bitterly. “Nigga, please. You was my lil’ man. My runner. I taught you everything you fuckin’ know!”
“Yeah, you taught me how to crash out, and I learned how to survive after that. I don’t owe you shit but a warnin’. Watch how you fuckin’ speak to me, Coogs.”
“Oh, so you the boss now?” he scoffed. “Sittin’ in your lil’ castle, changin’ diapers and shit? You think that make you better than the streets?”
“It makes me smarter, nigga,” I told him, jaw clenchin’.
“You ain’t built for this version of me.
The game’s different now. I can put you on to a legit job.
” He went quiet for a second, like he was considering it.
“I’ll give you a position at one of my dealerships,” I continued.
“Staff manager. I can start you at five, maybe six bands a month.
You keep your nose clean, and we talk ‘bout higher pay six months from now.”
“Five or six bands?” Coogs laughed again, but there was venom behind it. “Nigga, I was touchin’ that in a few hours back in the day!”
“Well, this ain’t back in the day, Coogs!” I hollered and had to catch myself as Kassim jumped, lookin’ over at me. I took the sectional and lowered my voice, “You was touchin’ that and got locked up. Maybe shut the fuck up and learn somethin’ new.”
“Man, you soft as a muthafucka now,” he muttered. “Marriage, kids, legal money. That shit’s watered down. Ain’t no boss in that.”
I let that sit in the air before askin’, “You done? You said what you had to say?”
“Yeah. I said it.”
“Cool,” I said and ended the call without another word.
Kassim was still rockin’ slowly, eyes half closed, thumb in his mouth. I exhaled hard and leaned back against, rubbin’ my temples. Just then, the door unlocked and I heard the loud jinglin’ of Nyomi’s keys.
She peeped Kassim was knocked out, stepped out of her heels, and crept over to me, smilin’ wide as fuck. “Babe, I had the best time. Wait until you see me in my dress, okay?”
I didn’t say shit at first. I just watched her watch me, then leaned in to kiss her lips. “That’s good, baby. Can’t wait.”
“You okay?” she asked, brows bunchin’ up. “You look… pissed the fuck off.”
“I’m good.”
“You’re lying. What happened?”
“Nothin’,” I said, grabbin’ the baby monitor and headin’ to my man cave.
“Mmhm,” she said, goin’ to lift Kassim up. “Let me go lay him down in the nursery. You go roll up.”
Downstairs, I dropped into my leather chair, pulled the tray out the drawer, and started rollin’ up a couple blunts. Sparkin’ one, I took a slow pull and closed my eyes for a second. Coogs’ words ran through my mind. This nigga had me fucked up.
I took another deep ass pull, feelin’ the tension loosen as I heard the door creak open. Nyomi walked in, fresh out the shower wit’ her hair pulled up into a bun, skin glistenin’. My dick bricked up on sight. Fuck, my baby was bad.
She had on a lil’ ass tank top and lace panties that ain’t do shit to hide the curve of her ass.
She walked over to me, all slow and shit, and I kept my eyes on her while she dropped to her knees between my legs.
Smokin’ my blunt, I watched her pull out my dick and lick the tip slowly, eyes locked on mine.
I tilted my head back, let the smoke drift from my lips as her mouth wrapped ‘round my dick.
Nyomi slid her tongue all over my dick like she missed it just from this mornin’.
My hand rested on the back of her head, and I let her work her jaws like she was tryna drain every drop of stress I had.
Shit, I had to put the blunt in the ashtray.
Lookin’ down at her again, I grunted, “Fuck, baby. Come sit on it.”
She hummed wit’ my dick deep in her throat, makin’ me twitch in her mouth. She pulled off, lickin’ her lips, pupils blown, that little grin on her face as she stood up and climbed in my lap. Instantly, I slid her panties to the side, and she sank down onto my dick.
“Mmm, shit…” she moaned, wrappin’ her arms ‘round my neck.
Her body rolled against mine as I gripped her ass, guidin’ her rhythm. And when she started moanin’ low and breathy, I picked up the pace, grippin’ her harder. “I fuckin’ love you,” I told her, kissin’ the hell outta her lips, suckin’ the bottom one. “You hear me?”
Her answer was a choked moan that turned into a whisper of my name. I tightened my grip on her hips and started movin’ her like I was done, bein’ patient. I bounced her on my dick hard enough to make her gasp, then slowed it down just to make her feel how deep I was in them guts.
“Fuuucckk, babe…” Nyomi grabbed onto my shoulders, nails diggin’ in as her body started reactin’ before her mind could catch up. I could feel how wet she was, how easy she took this dick, and how bad she needed this shit.
I rolled my hips up into her, takin’ control while she stayed on top, fuckin’ her upward instead of lettin’ her do all the work. Her breathin’ went ragged, and her head fell back wit’ her mouth opened like she was tryna catch air that wasn’t there.
“Knuck, why…” she tried to say, but it broke off into a sound instead.
“That’s it,” I told her, low and firm. “Nut hard on this dick, baby. Lemme feel that shit.” I reached between us and rubbed her clit in soft, slow circles, then harder when her whole body started shakin’.
“Ohhh, Goddddd!” She cried out, thighs tremblin’, pussy clenchin’ ‘round my dick crazy.
“Fuck, Ny,” I growled, teeth grittin’. “You love the way I fuck you?”
“Yessss, baaabbyyy,” she moaned, noddin’ fast while wettin’ my dick up. “Oh my God, yesss! I love the way you fuck meeee!”
Suckin’ on her nipples, I bounced her again, deeper this time, harder, lettin’ all that frustration out through my hips. Coogs, that fuckin’ phone call, and them slick ass comments. All that shit burned off in the way I fucked my woman. I wasn’t soft. I was grown as fuck now. Big difference.
Nyomi’s body locked up, back archin’ as she nutted again, wet and messy all over me.
I didn’t slow down. I held her through it, kept poundin’ that pussy and playin’ wit’ her clit ‘til she was goin’ crazy whimperin’ while creamin’ on my dick.
“That’s my fuckin’ baby,” I said, voice rough, nuttin’ inside her.
She collapsed forward against my chest, breathin’ hard, body still twitchin’. I wrapped one arm ‘round her, the other reachin’ out for the blunt I’d set down. I sparked it and took a slow pull while she melted into me.
My thoughts drifted right back to Coogs. I coulda left that nigga stankin’ but nah, I just chose to put niggas in position to still get money and he wanted to decline? Try to call me a bitch on the low? Shit, I could bury the nigga, and I really didn’t wanna have to remind him who I used to be.
Nyomi shifted slightly against my chest, already driftin’. Kissin’ her cheek, I tapped her on the ass and told her I’d carry her to the shower. This was the version of me I was protectin’ no matter what.