Nova #2
“What about…” He glanced at Timberly. “Peace.”
“Why Peace?” I asked, smiling.
“Because that’s what you two brought into my life.”
We sat like that for a while just talking, until the sky turned gold and Timberly passed out on Janelle’s lap mid-story.
“My baby drooled on me.” She whispered trying not to wake her.
“That means she trusts you.” Tyra grinned.
“You know, for being grounded housewives, this ain’t bad.” Anesia said, sipping her wine.
“Who knew trauma bonding came with charcuterie and glitter?” Del smirked.
And just like that… we clicked. The grill smoke had faded long ago leaving behind the nostalgic scent of summer fun.
Timberly and Tati were upstairs snoring with glitter still on their eyelids, and Tyra was teaching Cree how to make her signature strawberry Hennessy slushies using Pops’ stolen stash.
The house buzzed with low laughter and the occasional slap of Uno cards on the table.
I slipped away into the kitchen, barefoot and content, pulling the door to the pantry open just to grab more napkins.
“Lookin’ for me?” Crew’s voice rumbled behind me.
I turned and found him leaning in the doorway like sin incarnate.
A soft white tee stretched across his muscular chest. A pair of grey sweats showing off the very reason I was pregnant in the first place.
My eyes followed his hands down to his impressive print as he adjusts himself, having obviously caught me eyeing his dick.
“You stalking me now?” I asked, trying to keep it cute.
“You disappeared.”
“I came to get napkins.”
“Funny. You been gone thirty seconds, and I already miss you.” He said stepping inside the pantry with me, closing the door behind him.
“What you doing, Crew?” I asked, leaning back against the shelves.
He didn’t answer, just stepped forward and placed one hand flat against the wall next to my head, boxing me in so the thick dick I was admiring pressed firmly into me. I damn near swoon from his closeness, feeling my pulse speed up.
“You know what I thought about all day?” he murmured.
“What?”
He bent low, lips brushing my neck. “How good you looked yesterday... when you made that bitch bleed for touching what’s mine.”
The feeling of his warm breath against my skin with each word causing me to shiver.
“She had it coming.”
He pressed closer. “And now you do too.”
“Here? Someone might hear us.” I said, eyes fluttering, not really caring if they did or not.
“You wanna tell me no?” He asked, his hand sliding up the back of my shirt, fingers tracing my spine.
I couldn’t tell him no if I wanted to. Crew had me under his spell.
And from the way my nipples had hardened against the soft fabric of my top and my clit throbbed between my legs I wasn’t about to turn down whatever he decided to do to me in this pantry.
He leaned in kissing me hard, one of those possessive, claiming kisses that made my knees weak.
I moaned into his mouth, fingers clutching his shirt for dear life.
Crew reached between us, dragging the waistband of shorts down just enough to expose skin. His thick fingers brushed my inner thigh.
“You know we only got like five minutes before Tyra comes looking for me,” I whispered, breathless.
“Then we better not waste another second.” He said, as he lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the storage shelf. I hissed when the cool wood met the heat between my legs.
“Still sore?” he asked.
“A little.”
He paused. “We can stop…”
“Don’t you dare . ” I hissed, gripping his shirt.
“Say less.” He said, smiling wickedly.
He crouched down, reaching into my shorts using his thumbs to hook the waistband and underwear and pull them both down my trembling legs and then off.
He remained eye level with my naked bottom half just taking me in before pushing my thighs up and apart, folding me in half.
In an instant his mouth, hot and greedy, was against my clit.
He feasted on me, making me gasp, squirm, and grip the shelf behind me.
He reached up using one large hand to cover my mouth, while he tongue fucked me within an inch of my life.
The canned goods rattled on the shelf behind me as I bucked and humped up into his mouth.
A tingling feeling rumbled low in my belly as Crew pulled me into oblivion and I came all over his mouth biting down on the hand covering my mouth and making him groan.
To my utter horror Crew didn’t stop eating me after my first orgasm. He kept licking and sucking, using the pad of his thumb to circle my clit until I was right back on the edge, mumbling and moaning into his hand.
“You better be quiet,” he growled. “Or Pops gon’ come in here and have a heart attack.”
“Then stop using your tongue like that,” I hissed.
He licked again slowly and taunting. I nearly screamed from the sensation. Then…the pantry door swung open.
“What in the unholy fu… ” Pops yelled.
He stood in the doorway, eyes going wide, one brow slowly rising as he took in the scene. Crew’s head was between my thighs. My shirt was up. My hair was wild. My soul had left my body. Just as suddenly as it opened, Pops closed the door. Then opened it again. Then closed it once more.
“Ya’ll nasty,” he muttered loud enough for us to hear. “Can’t even get a damn paper towel without hearing ass clappin’ next to the flour.”
Crew stood up, wiping his mouth like it was no big deal. I yanked my shorts up and buried my face in my hands. I hung my head in shame as Pops’ voice called from the hallway.
“Wrap it up, sex demons! Ain’t nobody tryna eat pasta that’s been in a pantry of sin!”
Instead of Crew doing the decent thing and letting me leave he swung me around, yanked my shorts down and bent me over onto the shelf.
“Crew, what are you….” Was all I got out before he pushed his gloriously hard dick into me from behind without warning.
Knocking the words and breath out of me. He lifted my leg and placed it next to my head and fucked me like the slut I needed to be for him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back and drilled into me like he was trying to get me pregnant again, our skin slapped as we moaned together.
“Fuck Nova, cum for me princess. He gritted, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“I gonna…oh my…yessss.” I cried cumming for the second time.
“That’s right baby. Cum for me.” He groaned as he sank into me one last time, holding my hips as he emptied inside me.
“Damn.” He panted, massaging my hips before stepping back, pulling out and leaving me dripping.
“Stay here,” he said as he left the pantry, closing the door behind him.
A moment later he returned with a warm washcloth from the guest bathroom.
He crouched behind me and gently cleaned between my thighs, placing kisses on each of my cheeks before he helped me back into my clothes.
He turned me around, pulling me to him and placed a gentle kiss on my lips before giving me a sly smirk.
“I hate you.” I pouted, knowing damn well I was lying.
“No, you don’t.” He said, kissing my cheek.
“You're right.” I sighed, still blushing.
We kissed once more and left our hiding place holding hands.
We tried to slide back into the living room unnoticed but failed miserably.
Tyra took one look at my flushed face, crooked tank top, and the hand Crew had casually resting on my lower back and dropped her Uno cards like she just hit the Powerball.
“Hell. Naw. Y’all was in the pantry that long for napkins?” She bellowed.
“Bitch, y’all was seasoning each other in the spice cabinet!” Anesia gasped.
“So that’s what that thumping was…” Mecca said, cracking a smile.
“Sounded like a can of beans got its back blown out,” Tyra added.
Crew sat behind me, pulling me between his legs and wrapping his arms around my waist like I belonged there. And the truth was, I did.
Fireflies lit up the back yard as the firepit crackled.
Timberly and Tati up from their nap roasted marshmallows beside Black, who surprisingly had a tiny pink bow in his beard.
Courtesy of Tati and a very persuasive Kema.
Blue passed out s’mores like a ghost in a hoodie.
Janelle and Del shared a blanket and a bottle of wine, arguing over whether Love Jones or Brown Sugar was the better classic.
Everyone was enjoying themselves laughing and joking while I just sat back and watched.
I just watched. I watched my daughter laugh with her friend and the women that had been strangers days ago become sisters.
Crew and I, leaning back in a patio chair, one hand resting protectively on my knee as I whispered to him about baby names, cravings, and what kind of mama I was scared I might become.
“You gon’ be the kind that scares the hell out of boys and bakes the best cookies,” he said.
“You think?”
“I know. You’re strong enough to discipline our kids. But you’re soft enough to spoil them and show love,” he said.
I rested my head against his chest taking in his encouraging words and my peaceful surroundings. If only we could stay like this, encompassed in this bubble.
The next morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Timberly’s window, casting golden shadows over her soft curls as she lay tangled in her pink unicorn sheets. I sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her back gently when she stirred, eyes fluttering open.
“Mommy?”
“Yeah, baby.” I said, kissing her head.
“You stayed all night.”
I smiled. “I ain’t going anywhere.” I said, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.
She was still a little scared of sleeping alone. Crew understood that she needed the reassurance that I wouldn’t disappear again. So, he didn’t mind letting me crawl into her bed last night when her fear got the best of her. He’d do anything for his baby girl.
“Promise?” She asked, eyes searching my face.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I promise. Nobody’s ever gonna take me from you again.”
Her little arms wrapped around me, and then she giggled.
“What’s funny?”
“You’re getting round, like a pillow.” She smiled her toothy grin on full display.
“Excuse me?!” I said with fake outrage.
“It’s the baby. You got a small belly-baby.” She cackled.
I laughed too, playfully poking her side. “Keep talking, you gon’ lose your cereal privileges.”
She paused, then whispered.
“Is the baby gonna be safe too?”
That broke me because as much as I wanted to say yes. I didn’t know for sure. Kyle had already gotten to us once. I cupped her face, tears threatening.
“We’re gonna keep them safe. Me, you, Crew… everybody.”
“Even Auntie Tyra?”
“Even her.” I snorted.