16. Téa #2
“I’m indifferent. If I have ’em, I’m cool, and if I don’t, I’m straight too. I’ve seen too much shit, though, and being a parent seems stressful.”
“In what way?”
He sat up some, sighing lightly, then replied, “Seems like soon as yo’ kid come into this world, it’s a nonstop worry game, and it don’t end when they get older. Feels like being a parent is filled with constant torment about ya kid dying.”
“I can see that.” I glanced off. “Damn, maybe I need an abortion,” I half joked. His comment did make a lot of damn sense though.
“Nah. That little muthafucka is a Godfrey and gon’ have plenty of people looking after ’em.” He touched my stomach, and it sent chills throughout my body.
Time seemed to slow to a molasses like speed as his big hand moved across my stomach that was barely showing if at all.
As if his arm and my hand were magnetic, I brushed my fingers up his appendage.
Memories of the one time we had sex flooded my mind just as Mylo tugged me toward him, pressing his lips to mine.
I held off at first, but as he kept kissing me, while his hands ran amuck all over my frame, I fell into the moment, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
We kissed feverishly as he tugged my shirt over my head, immediately taking one of my nipples into his mouth. The sensation of his touch seemed to be heightened because of my hormones, pressuring me to call out in ecstasy.
“Mm.” I moaned when he switched to the other, groping my ass roughly.
I was so horny that I’d lost all common sense, shoving his shirt upward, to which he allowed.
No words were exchanged as we stripped one another down, never forgetting to flush our lips together whenever we got the chance. I was leaking like a broken pipe by the time he put me onto my back on the couch.
“Fuck, you wet.” He groaned, swiping the thick head of his dick between my folds. And every time he brushed against my clit, it felt like a small river flowing from my opening.
“Condom, Mylo,” I reminded him, and he paused, snatching his joggers from the floor to fish out his wallet.
Like a professional, he tore it open and sheathed his long, healthy sized dick with it before getting back into position, placing my legs in the nooks of his muscular, tattoo covered arms.
I sniveled, biting down on my lip as he began to prod my opening, pushing himself inside.
“Fuck.” He moaned sexily, capturing my mouth with his as he sank deeper inside of me.
There was a subtle pain mixed with the pleasure as Mylo plunged in and out of me at a moderate pace. Nails digging into his strong back, I cooed against his mouth as I felt my orgasm rise within me like a tidal wave.
His dick splashing around in my wetness was audible, seemingly eclipsing the volume of the TV show we’d somewhat been indulging in. Locking my ankles behind him, I gave him more access to my walls, coaxing a grunt and moan from his supple lips.
“Oh my gosh!” I called out, creaming down his thick shaft as he sucked on my neck.
Mylo began to pound me, rendering me speechless as he fucked the shit out of me. I couldn’t think about anything else but how good this felt and how I was on the verge of another orgasm.
“Baby, I’m ’bout to nut. Fuck.” His pumps quickened with less space in between as I throbbed around him from cumming.
His frame tightened just before he growled lowly, finishing right after me.
We lay there kissing measuredly while Mylo’s hands caressed and grasped at my bare body.
As I came down from my high, feeling him inside of me, I was suddenly awash with guilt.
“Get up.” I shoved at his broad chest. When he was too slow to move or react, I pushed at him a little rougher.
Catching on, Mylo ceased peppering kisses along my collarbone and retracted from me before climbing off my body.
Sitting up as best as I could, legs trembling wildly, I shook my head at myself.
Something was wrong with me. I was just here wishing Zaire hadn’t died, and not even a moment later, I was fucking his brother’s friend. Though I’d fucked Mylo once before and prior to Zaire, this was different. Not to mention I was pregnant with another man’s child.
“You good?” Mylo leaned over to kiss my face, but I moved just in time. And though I wasn’t looking at him, I could sense that he felt shunned by the halt in his movements.
“I need you to go.” I refused to look his way, making the moment awkward.
Mylo caught on and made a move to steer my face toward him via my chin, but I snatched away from him, keeping my eyes on my feet.
“Téa, I apologize if a nigga misread this shit. I guess I assumed you wanted to fuck. I ain’t in the business of taking advantage of women.”
“I asked you to leave, and I want you to do it right now.” I gripped the edges of the couch as I kept my eyes pinned to the floor.
Mylo stayed put and silent for a moment, then stood to carefully remove the filled condom. He ventured off to the bathroom, snatching his clothing up from the floor en route.
I waited impatiently for him to reemerge, feeling sick to my stomach for a lot of reasons. What man would want a woman that moved the way I did? And no matter how much Mylo acted like he liked me, he probably made his way over here for a guaranteed fuck. I knew men who did that shit all the time.
He returned from the bathroom, and the only reason I knew was because his cologne had engulfed the room like usual.
“Let me know if you need anything, Téa, and like I said, I apologize if I misread shit.” He tugged on my front door and left as I stayed in the same position I’d been in since we finished fucking.
Once I was able to mentally peel myself from the couch, I hurried to pee and take a shower, unable to hold in my tears as I cleaned up.
* * *
ALMOST A WEEK LATER . . .
“You know I could’ve driven myself, right?” I asked as Rakim helped me up into the passenger side of his truck.
“Had to be sure you ain’t try to pull some shit.” He shut the car door in my face, leaving me to inspect the nice ass and clearly custom interior of his vehicle.
“Why would I wait until the day of the DNA test to pull some shit, as you say?” I queried once he was inside of the car, wanting to chuckle at his hypothesis.
Pulling off from the curb, he replied, “Some criminals do dumb shit. Only a select few are actually intelligent.”
“I’m not a criminal though.”
“We ’bout to find out if that’s true or not.” He gave me a quick glance before focusing on the road.
The rest of the ride was quiet except for Tupac’s All Eyez On Me album playing in the background.
I loved Tupac, but some of the songs playing heightened my anxiety while riding with Rakim.
The latter was no stranger to taking lives, and I had a gut feeling that the murder of Judd Jenkins was just the one he was caught up for.
A man didn’t randomly kill another in the way that he did when it was his first time.
Judd was undoubtedly not his last either.
I knew that this was Zaire’s baby, but what if something happened with the test and it came back incorrect? I didn’t even think Rakim would give me the opportunity to explain myself before he offed me.
Rakim let me know that he’d initially asked for his brother and Zaire’s twin Josias to take the test since they had the same DNA but Josias refused. That little tidbit told me Zaire’s twin had an issue with me and most likely because he was protective of his brother; or so I hoped.
I scoffed, thinking about how I was giving up cat to Mylo, yet if it came down to his homie wanting to kill me, he most likely wouldn’t say a mumbling word.
We finally arrived at the big, beautiful doctor’s office in the heart of Santa Monica. I knew this place was legit simply by the affluent location. While Santa Monica wasn’t exactly Beverly Hills or Bel Air, only the rich or soon to be rich resided over here.
Rakim helped me from the car, and we entered the seemingly all glass building before he told me to have a seat while he checked in. It wasn’t long before we were called to the back and into a room with a pretty, young white girl who was clearly in charge of our test.