29. Kasia #2
“That’s good to hear,” I replied, ignoring the lump I’d swallowed that felt like a brick dropping into my stomach at the thought of Josias being married to some other woman.
“And I don’t want my kids to hate me like I hate my father.”
“You hate Nate?” I frowned. I knew they didn’t mesh well, but Josias had never expressed hatred.
“I used to just dislike the nigga and think he wasn’t about shit, but now, I hate his ass. He killed my brother.”
Those last four words shocked me into silence as I tried to be sure I’d heard him right.
“Wait, huh? What brother?” I queried, wondering if maybe the Godfreys had another brother in their younger days that had died and never been mentioned. No way did he mean Zaire.
“Zaire.” Josias turned onto his back, staring up at me as my mouth fell agape.
“What? No. Nate is mean and careless, but murder? And of his own son? No—”
“We got proof, Kasia.” He cut me off, rendering me speechless again.
“I—why? Zaire was harmless and . . . huh?” I was flabbergasted because out of all the sons Nate could kill, we’d could assume it’d be Rakim because they beefed the most.
While Josias, Zaire, and Ayan let Nate live and bask in his terribleness, Rakim was always the one to speak up or challenge him. Nate murdering Rakim would make sense, but Zaire? I just couldn’t fathom it. But I knew Josias wouldn’t say such a deplorable thing unless true.
“’Cause he found out that nigga killed our mother and was most likely gon’ tell us and whomever else needed to know,” Josias informed.
This was a lot of new information at one time.
“So . . . she didn’t die from a heart attack?” I curled my lip in disgust. I never liked Nate, but after beating Helen Godfrey since she was in high school, the nigga also had to take her life?
“Nah.” Josias looked off.
“What are you guys gonna do? Tell the police?”
“Street justice, baby. The only way.”
I nodded, not wanting to be privy to such a thing but knowing whatever was coming to Nate was much deserved.
Josias and I changed subjects, talking for hours about random shit which was nice.
We didn’t discuss us, a relationship, or his despicable father anymore. We just chilled, like two friends, which I enjoyed, until we both ended up passing out on his large ass sofa.
* * *
MIAMI, FLORIDA . . .
About a month ago, the group planned to go on a trip to Miami, booking and paying for everything we’d need and planned to do. I assumed the trip would be off the table after Talid’s seizure since he and Shardaya were a part of the trip, but I was wrong.
While Shardaya and Talid weren’t in attendance, despite the latter feeling better, they basically made everyone else go. I thought it would be a drag going on vacation while she sat at home, but so far, it’d been fun, and she’d been keeping us updated on Talid’s constant and blessed progression.
Dr. Conrad was a literal genius, but I wouldn’t say that in front of Daylin since their relationship appeared to be sort of on and off.
“My tan is about to be off the chain,” Téa said as she, Daylin, and I lay out under the large cabana on the beach.
“Girl. Accept being a light bright,” I said, causing Daylin and Téa to giggle.
“I am. I just don’t need to be pale. Okay?” She smiled, shifting her shades.
“This trip has been amazing, and I’m mad we leave in a couple days.” Daylin sighed.
“I bet. Your ass has been getting fucked this whole time,” I said jealously since I had to bring my toy along.
I was beyond horny because I had stopped fucking Josias a while ago and wasn’t ready to go there with Darron, so I had no choice but to make myself cum.
So while Daylin and Téa, too, most likely were bouncing on hard dicks, I had to settle for a little clit stimulation.
The orgasms were great, but it paled in comparison to a nice, long, fat dick, .
. . preferably the one Josias carried between his legs.
Speaking of him, I watched as he conversed with his brother and Mylo, looking fine as ever as he stood shirtless and in a pair of swim trunks.
Several scantily clad women had bypassed the group, engaging with him since I was sure Rakim mentioned Daylin, and Mylo was too quiet and uninterested due to Téa.
“Yes I have. Fucked while sober, fucked while drunk, it’s been amazing. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I surely would be now.” Daylin smiled, and I could tell she was in heaven, which I loved to see. All pregnant women should feel that much joy while creating life.
None of us were shocked when she sent the sonogram photo in group text, because she and Rakim were always all over each other. I’d never seen the oldest Godfrey brother in that element before, so I knew she was special to him.
“Excuse me, ladies.” A trio of men approached, and they didn’t look bad at all. A little corny since they all wore two watches a piece, but still cute.
“Hey,” I said, seeing how uncomfortable Daylin was. While Rakim was coolheaded, he was crazy and violent, too, according to Josias.
Téa acted as if they weren’t there, or that she was asleep, and judging by the big ass belly she was sporting, I doubted they were checking for her anyway, but you never knew.
“How y’all two doing?” the dark-skinned one asked, eyes on Daylin and me, confirming my suspicions that they weren’t exactly looking for a visibly pregnant chick to get into something with.
Before either of us could say a word, Rakim was already standing here saying, “That one right there, I’m willing to die or murder ’bout.
You on the same shit?” His brows lifted.
“You? You?” he asked the other friends hanging behind him.
When they kept silent, he removed the gun on his hip, making them speak up.
“Nah, bruh. We ain’t even know—”
“Yeah, aight, nigga. Keep it moving.” Josias chimed in.
The men did as they were told as Mylo sat beside Téa, kissing her belly and causing her to simper.
“Wow.” I laughed.
“Fuck is so funny, Kasia?” Josias snapped me out of my chuckling as Rakim took a seat, pulling Daylin into his lap and with a kiss.
“That, nigga! What is your problem?” I frowned up at him. He’d been cordial since we got here a couple days ago, so I didn’t get this animosity he currently had.
“You! You always think shit is a fucking game!” he barked, still speaking in code.
“Okay. No.” I stood.
“Kasia, don’t leave!” Daylin pleaded.
“No, I need a nap before tonight anyway.” I dusted my ass off and started walking back toward our hotel that was only across the street.
“Kasia!” Josias barked at my back, and I acted just like I didn’t hear his weird ass.
He followed me like the dog ass nigga he was all the way up to my room.
“Move, nigga!” I screamed, trying to close the door on his big ass.
“Let me in this damn room!” He strong-armed his way in, making me grunt in frustration as I tossed my purse onto the table. “You driving me fucking crazy!”
“How? I haven’t done shit to you! I been cool and chilling, then all of a sudden, you got a fucking attitude!” I shouted in rebuttal.
“Because I want you, and you running around dating and smiling in other niggas’ faces like you don’t fuck with me! Is that the fucking case? You don’t fuck with me?”
Josias wore a tortured expression, making me feel some sympathy. I could tell he was hurt and struggling, and though I shouldn’t have felt shit for his ass, I did.
“Josias,” was all I could muster as I sat down on the bed.
“Baby, I’m trying to be patient with you.
Shit has been hard as fuck, and I been doing my best. But I’m losing my fucking mind behind you, Kasia.
” He finally sat beside me, looking over into my eyes.
“I get it, baby. Everything you wanted me to see, learn, understand, I do.” He closed his eyes, sighing in exasperation.
“I just need another chance. A real one. Not this limbo shit where I can’t even tell if you like a nigga or not, let alone love. ” He kissed me.
“Josias, no.” I turned away, but he kissed me again, more passionately, and because I was so horny and slightly moved by his emotions, I allowed it.
Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he climbed between my legs, moving my bikini top to the side. As soon as my breasts were exposed, he took a nipple into his mouth, causing my back to bow from the bed.
Every logical thought had vanished because I was so sexually deprived and knew the amazing orgasms Josias could bring me to. Not to mention . . . I loved him.
He switched to my other nipple, sucking hard and causing me to whimper as he untied the sides of my bottoms. I pushed at his shorts, too wet and too horny to wait any longer. I’d been fantasizing about the sex we used to have in order to get off with my toy.
Feeling the thick head of his dick prodding my opening caused my lower lips to salivate even more. I cooed as he started to push inside of me, slipping his arms under my thighs to lock me in place.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, working his way inside of me. “This pussy tight, Kasia.” He finally got himself fully inside. “You ain’t ever gave my shit away, huh?” He started to stroke me so perfectly.
“No.” I moaned, nails digging into his muscular forearms as he fucked me at the perfect pace.
“Mm, shit.” He groaned, sucking on my neck as I felt my nectar spill down to the crack of my ass. “This shit so fucking wet. Fuck.” He pounded me. “Cum for me, baby.”
“I am . . . uh . . . Jojo!” I called out, biting on his shoulder because this felt too good. His long, girthy dick slamming inside of me was otherworldly.
My clit tingled, and my muscles tightened, mimicking paralysis as Josias beat my pussy up, and soon after, I was releasing and shaking.
Flipping me over, he slid right back in, hammering my pussy as I lay on my stomach. I loved this position because something about the angle had him pounding my G-spot.
Gripping the comforter, I whimpered as Josias fucked the shit out of me, sucking on my back and shoulders in the process. Like clockwork, another orgasm came, and I could feel myself wetting the comforter of the bed.