Chapter 11 #2
His dick gave me the kind of satisfaction I’d been needing since the first time I gave myself to a man. The length, the width, the thick veins, and the slight curve were enough to send a woman spiraling into bliss within minutes. Right now, I was that woman.
My climax came fast and hard as I bounced on his dick uncontrollably. He let me dig my fingers deep into his chest, he didn’t attempt to dominate my movements, and he didn’t urge me to stifle my screams. With him, I was free to experience uninhibited ecstasy.
The spasms in my pussy triggered his nut, and he grunted and groaned as I screamed and moaned. We reached our peak simultaneously, and I collapsed on his chest with his fullness still lodged inside me.
When I opened my eyes again, the sun shone brightly in my eyes. I turned over and put the pillow over my head. I inhaled and realized the faintly familiar scent didn’t belong to me. I quickly removed the pillow, rolled onto my back, and looked around.
It took me a moment to recall where I was and why. The thoughts from the previous night flooded my mind, making me shiver. I reached to my right, and the bed felt cold, so I assumed Kilo had been up for a while.
I eased out of bed and slowly padded to the bathroom. There were towels on the counter, along with my toiletry bag, which I thought was a sweet gesture. After taking care of my hygiene, I retrieved what I needed from my overnight bag.
Once I was lathered in body butter and dressed, I left Kilo’s bedroom to see what he was up to. I found him in the kitchen, shirtless, dripping with sweat, and wearing basketball shorts.
“Good morning,” I greeted as I leaned against the counter behind him.
He turned around with a smile. My eyes perused his body, lingering on the marks my nails left on his chest, then moving on to his dick print. I bit my bottom lip as my mind flashbacked to the way he made me feel.
“My eyes are up here, beautiful.”
I looked at him, and the smirk he wore made me blush. We exchanged a kiss before I responded.
“I couldn’t help but stare. What have you been doing?”
“I worked out over in the fitness room and was about to make breakfast.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I would’ve gone with you.”
“I tried a few times, but you didn’t budge. I figured you needed the sleep.”
“I must have. How about I make you breakfast while you shower?”
“You’re my guest, so—”
“It’s fine, Kilo. I don’t mind.”
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“Cool. You should be able to find everything you need pretty easily. The skillets are in the bottom cabinet, the seasonings are in here, and the utensils are in these drawers. Oh, and there’s a pregnancy test in that bag on the counter.”
“Okay. I think I can man—Wait. What did you say?”
He kissed me again before saying, “There’s a pregnancy test in that bag on the counter. I know you don’t think you’re pregnant, but can you take the test so we can rule it out?”
“I’m not pregnant, Kilo. My period came last month,” I said with so much confidence, I almost believed myself.
“I hear you, baby, but can you please take the test for me? It would make me feel a lot better to know for sure one way or the other.”
I had no idea why the thought of taking a pregnancy test made me so nervous, because after my vomiting episode last night, that was the plan. I wasn’t opposed to the idea of being pregnant or having another child, but taking a test made the possibility more real.
“Okay. I’ll take the test.”
“Thank you.”
He kissed my forehead and left me alone in the kitchen with the pregnancy test staring at me through the paper bag.
For the next thirty minutes, I made a light breakfast of scrambled eggs, turkey sausages, grits, and toast. When he returned to the kitchen, he was dressed in a fresh pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt.
“It smells good,” he said from behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
“Thank you, but it’s nothing special.”
“It’s special because you made it for me. I didn’t have much for you to work with, so I wasn’t expecting anything too fancy.”
“Good, because it’s as simple as simple can be. You have orange juice, milk, and water to choose from.”
“Orange juice.”
A few minutes later, we were seated at the small round table in the kitchen with our plates, bowl of grits, and drinks.
“Oh, I didn’t season your grits because I didn’t know if you liked sugar or salt.”
“It’s kinda crazy you think there’s an option. Which do you prefer?”
“It depends on the day. Today, I want sugar.”
“That’s the correct answer every day, baby. You actually eat salt on your grits sometimes?”
“On occasion, and I’m feeling judged.”
“You should because I’m judging you. Sugar only when we’re together.”
I laughed, although something told me he was serious.
“Do you have plans for today?” I asked.
“I was hoping I could spend the day with you.”
“I need to check on Nyeem, but what do you have in mind?”
“A few things, but first, tell me some things you like to do.”
I lifted my glass of orange juice to my mouth and took a sip. Before it hit the back of my throat, the few bites of food I’d eaten and the orange juice came back up. This time, I didn’t have time to make it to the bathroom, and I vomited on Kilo’s beautiful hardwood floors.
“Oh God!” I mumbled with my hand over my mouth.
The urge to vomit again was strong, so I ran to the powder room and made it to the toilet just in time.
Today was worse than last night because my stomach was mostly empty.
When I finally got myself together, Kilo stood at the door holding the pregnancy test. I sighed as I took it from him and reached for the door.
“You want to watch?” I asked, slightly amused.
“You damn right. Do you need help?”
I laughed. “I think I can handle it.”
I sat on the toilet and removed the test from its packaging. The process took less than a minute, and Kilo kept his eyes on me the whole time as he leaned against the doorframe.
After peeing on the stick, I placed it on the counter, and he stepped further into the bathroom to stand in front of the sink. I cleaned myself up and barely had enough room in front of the sink to wash my hands because Kilo’s eyes were glued to the test.
“The results will be the same if you look away,” I teased.
“Is the mother of my child teasing me?”
“What? No way!”
I picked up the test, and the two lines were dark and prominent, leaving no confusion about the results.
“Is it normal for a woman to get her period when she’s pregnant?” he asked in a concerned tone.
With my eyes still on the two lines, I said, “Umm, I don’t think so, but spotting isn’t abnormal.”
“When can you see your doctor?”
“I can look at the app and see if there are any openings.”
“Let’s do that right now.”
I tore a napkin from the roll he had in the bathroom and wrapped it around the test. He held it as I washed my hands and we returned to the kitchen. I picked up my phone from the counter, entered the code, and went to the app for my doctor’s office.
As I entered the login information, Nyeem’s face filled my screen as my phone rang.
“Hey, Son,” I answered, putting it on speaker.
“Hey, Ma. You busy?”
“Not really. You okay?”
“I’m better. Mimi made all my favorites yesterday, then me and GP were up half the night watching my old footage from football and track.”
“You’re spoiled rotten, but I’m glad they took your mind off everything.”
“Yeah. It was cool, but that’s over now. Uncle Robby got here bright and early this morning, and he’s been on one.”
“What do you mean?”
“Can you come to Mimi and GP’s?”
“Umm, sure. Right now?”
“If you can.”
“Okay. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, Ma. Do you mind if I ask Coach Kilo to come too?”
“No, I don’t mind if that’s what you want.”
“Thanks, Ma.”
“I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”
The call ended, and I returned to the table. My eyes met Kilo’s, and his were filled with questions, as mine probably were.
“What do you think this is about?”
Before I could respond, his phone rang. He answered it quickly, and I listened as my son apologized for his behavior yesterday and asked Kilo if he could meet with his family. Of course, Kilo agreed, and Nyeem promised to text him my parents’ address right away.
“I’m sure this has everything to do with Nyeem quitting because of Ambrose.
We’ve never talked to him about it, but we’ve had conversations privately about why he never embraced football the way he did basketball and track.
My parents, brother, and I think it’s because of the connection to Ambrose. ”
“I’m no therapist, but I’m pretty sure there’s a connection. You want to ride together or—”
“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s too soon for that, and now isn’t the time to tell him about us.”
“It ain’t too soon for shit, Nyomi. Did you forget you’re carrying my seed?”
“No, I didn’t forget, but—”
“It’s cool.”
The tension in the air let me know it was, in fact, not cool. He stood, gathered our plates, and put them into the dishwasher.
“Let’s go,” he said, walking past me and out of the kitchen.
“Wait. You’re mad?”
I followed him through the house and into his bedroom. He stopped abruptly, causing me to run into his chest, and caught me before I fell back. With his hands at the small of my back, he looked at me with a serious expression.
“This is the one and only time I’ll play it cool, and I’m only doing this because I know Nyeem is dealing with a lot right now.”
“But—”
“Nah, baby. I said what I said, and I mean that shit. We’re too old to be sneaking around, especially since you’re carrying my seed.”
“We don’t have to sneak around, but—”
“That’s all I need to hear. Ain’t no buts. Let’s go.”
He kissed my lips, got what he needed from his bedroom, and left. I remained standing in the same spot, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.