6. Staten #2
“You had a long night too. Why don’t you take a nap with me?” I suggested.
“You want to leave those two unattended?”
“Where the melatonin?” I questioned.
“That shit don’t work on Rogue. Trust me,” Cambrie quipped.
“You been doping my boy up?”
“I gave him a single dose one day because I had a ton of laundry to do and he was on some bullshit. Whatever is in that shit activates his powers or something. I had his ass folding laundry until he passed the hell out.”
“Yo, you ain’t shit.” I threw my head back and chortled at the image, remembering the day I came home and his ass was passed out on the couch with a basket of his fresh clothes beside him.
“I like seeing you smile.” She tugged at my beard and dipped her face closer to mine to fuse our mouths together. “I’ll make you something to eat.”
After changing, I decided to try to talk Cambrie into a nap with me again while Piaget and Rogue watched a movie.
When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I found Nadia with Tavi and Saga as they were preparing to leave.
Nadia barely looked at me as she handed Tavi her jean jacket.
Saga leaned against the wall beside the front door, staring off like he wanted to be anywhere but here, with his hands in his pockets.
“We’re going shopping, then for lunch, and probably a movie,” Nadia informed me as she grabbed her purse off a nearby table.
“Okay. I’ll probably take Piaget and Rogue out for dinner, so if we’re not here?—”
“I’m sure we’ll manage. Since summer is almost here, I figured I would just work remotely and take the kids back with me to Jersey when they get out of school.”
“So you plan on staying here?” I checked with her.
“Is that a problem, Staten? I’m still their mother.”
“I fully understand that. I just don’t want to make this uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable for who? For Cambrie? What about your children?” she sneered. “Do you care how they feel at all?”
“Don’t try to put this on me like this is my fault. You walked out on me a long time ago when I decided to leave the Bluffs.”
“And you came back and never said a word!” Nadia screamed.
“The fuck I gotta do, check in and out with you on how I move? Fuck that! The only reason you here now is because you scrambling trying to fit into my life somehow because this is all it was about for you! The money, the power, the clout, and connections! Shit damn sure wasn’t about no fucking love! ”
“How can you stand there and say that! I gave you two kids, Staten. You made decisions without even talking to me about it! How do you think I felt being uprooted to Chicago and forced to live some mediocre life because you were going through a fucking crisis!”
“You know what, I’m done with this!” I tossed my hands up.
“I’m not having this conversation with you again.
It’s over. We co-parent and move on with our lives.
I don’t need you to accept a damn thing.
It is what it is. When you come back, why don’t you go talk to Rossi, since she’s the one that brought you here, and see if you can stay with her. I don’t want you here.”
“You’re kicking me out?” Nadia asked, a tinge of hurt in her tone.
I didn’t want shit to go left like this, but there wasn’t anything else left to say. At this point, we were beating a fucking dead horse, and I refused to keep going back and forth with her. Boundaries had to be set for everybody.
“This ain’t your house. You’re a visitor. So go visit her. The kids can come up there anytime.” I swiped my beard and backed away. “Y’all have a good time with your mama. I love you.”
“If you loved us, you wouldn’t treat our mama like this,” Tavi muttered, rushing to the front door.
Nadia quietly followed behind her, but Saga paused before stepping outside.
“It’s cool, Pop. I ain’t mad at you. You know they both dramatic though.” He nodded over his shoulder to his sister and mother.
“You ain’t wrong about that.” I laughed, and he dapped me up before turning to leave.
For a moment, I stood there just soaking in how maturely Saga was handling things.
I had to remember that he was a teenager now and was a lot more perceptive than I gave him credit for.
Piaget and Rogue sat side by side at the counter when I strolled into the kitchen.
Cambrie had just served them both French toast, sausage links, and scrambled eggs.
Now she was slicing fresh fruit and dividing it on two separate smaller plates.
“Everything OK?” she asked, probably overhearing the raised voices in the front of the house.
“Yeah,” I assured her.
She slid the fruit across the counter and stacked another plate for me. Pausing at her side, I stared down into her pretty face and swept some of her hair behind her ear. She didn’t have on a drop of makeup, but she was fine as hell.
“Have something to eat. I’ll keep an eye on these two while you sleep.”
“Nah, we taking a nap,” I said, gripping my plate and grabbing the fork.
I scooped some eggs into my mouth.
“What we supposed to do?” Rogue queried with his mouth full.
“Watch a movie, or you could go back to sleep,” I suggested.
“That’s boring. How come we can’t go nowhere like Tavi and Saga?” Piaget pouted.
“I’m taking y’all out to dinner later.”
“Yeah!” they both cheered.
“Daddy needs a nap first though.”
“Can we pick the place?” Rogue checked with me.
I was willing to agree to just about anything if it meant they would leave me and Cambrie alone for a couple of hours. Glancing in her direction, she scraped the last of the eggs onto a plate for herself but didn’t add her two cents. She was leaving this all on me to deliver.
“Don’t look at me. This was all you.”
“I guess you can pick the place,” I agreed.
“Yes!” Piaget and Rogue high-fived one another.
Winking at Cambrie gained a sexy simper from her before she shook her head.
We all finished eating, and Piaget and Rogue decided to watch TV in the family room.
I scooped Cambrie up bridal style and carried her upstairs to my bedroom.
Stepping into my domain, I kicked the door shut with my foot and brought her to the edge of the bed where I eased her gently onto the mattress.
She had showered and changed into some gray tights with a tank top and no fucking bra.
Resting between her thighs, I pinned her down and smothered her mouth with mine.
Her tongue slipped between my teeth slowly, and I fell into it while gripping her wrists and placing them above her head.
“Mmm, Staten,” she mumbled against my lips.
Slipping my fingers into the lining of her pants, I tugged on them while still kissing her.
She was wet as fuck, coating my fingers with her sticky nectar as she squirmed underneath me.
My dick was solid, ready to tear through her pussy.
I yanked at my shorts until I was kicking them to the floor and was face-to-face with her glistening lower lips.
Her womanly aroma had my spine tingling as I swiped my tongue across her bud and tasted her.
“Shit!” she hissed, back arching off the bed as she fisted the sheets.
Swirling my tongue, I sucked and slurped her up, flicking it across her pearl.
She spiraled into a frenzy and gripped the top of my head.
Her hips moved against my tongue, thrashing until she tightened up and then broke out into a wave of convulsions.
A deep, cavernous moan slipped through her lips, and her mouth slipped into a big O with no sound after that.
She shuddered under my touch when I came up for air, slowly impaling her with my pole until she was at the base.
I was so deep inside her I was sure she could count the pulses in my dick filling her up.
Her nails dug into my upper arms, clawing at my skin as I pulled back but didn’t pull out.
Developing a slow rhythm at first, I watched her wet my dick every time I shifted inside her.
Cupping her legs in the crook of my arms, I held her in place so I could drill into that gushy shit, and she couldn’t run like she was trying to do while I was eating her up.
Sweat beads gathered at that little flesh between her breasts, but I kept a steady pace, enjoying every time I hit the bottom of her well.
With every stroke, her walls clenched, and I knew I was getting closer to that spot, that magic button.
With shorter pumps, I made sure that shit hit hard every time I buried myself inside her.
Watching her sex faces when she came and the way her body opened up like the fucking floodgates had me losing my shit.
I dumped my seeds inside her before growing dizzy as fuck.
Shaking that shit off, I dropped down so that I could kiss her supple mouth again before sliding out of her.
Shifting onto my side, I caught my breath with one hand resting above my head.
Cambrie turned so that she could drape one arm and leg across me as we faced each other.
Laying there listening to her breathe against my chest while tracing my fingers up her back had a sense of peace washing over me.
Some shit I’d never felt before. Eventually her breathing deepened, and she relaxed until I was sure she was sleeping.
Feeling her heartbeat against my ribs had me joining her not too much later.
A couple of hours later . . .
“The kids are ready.” Cambrie poked her head in my room as I stood at my dresser, checking my pistol before I tucked it behind my back.
She didn’t question it, but she peeped everything as I adjusted my letterman jacket around me.
“Okay. I’ll be right down. Did they decide where they want to go?”
“Tasty Co,” she announced, eyes sweeping over me like she was trying to get back in bed.