Chapter 13 #2
“‘Cause I found a woman that I couldn’t be without. She made me want her. She made me desire to be with her on a level that wasn’t physical.
I can chill with Pen and not once only think about fuckin’ her.
I think about if she’s okay, if she’s comfortable, if she’s hungry, if she’s upset.
I really think about her in ways I’ve never thought about any woman.
If it’s one thing I’m not, it’s stupid. I’m not gon’ sleep on what I got with Pen. ”
“Fuck, mane.” Brooklyn sighed. “Y’all niggas finna really leave me outchea by my-damn-self? I wanna get married, too, hell.”
“The fact that you stepped away from the studio for shawty says you ain’t too far off, my boy,” Sin chimed.
“I can tell she needs time, though. I’ve made it clear that I wanna be with her, but I’m not gon’ put pressure on her when she just got done dealing with that fuck nigga.”
“Regardless, play ya position and chill. I can tell she genuinely fucks wit' you and who’s to say she ain’t ready?
Just ‘cause she came out of a relationship doesn’t mean shit.
These niggas outchea fuckin’ over good women, women that still be good women when they leave them muhfuckas.
Most times, those women have already started the healing process.
It’s us niggas that refuse to go to therapy or release demons that keep us fucked-up in the head.
Women understand they’re broken and many of them actually take steps to heal from their brokenness.
It’s when a fuck nigga come in and do more damage that creates an issue for her.
You’re not that nigga to cause her damage.
So, in my book, it’s a win-win for you.”
“Yeah, let me gon’ an put this blunt out,” Sin said after it went back to crickets and frog noises. He ashed his blunt and shook his head. “Zoo sounds like he talkin’ with some sense, so this shit gotta be laced.”
Brooklyn and I fell out laughing.
“Y’all act like a nigga can’t be reformed,” I defended.
“More like whipped,” Sin intoned, then quickly added, “I can’t talk, though.”
“It’s a beautiful thing to see us growin’ the fuck up,” Brooklyn stated. “Our siblings and younger cousins got us to look up to like we did those before us. We can’t fuck up the love our family has taught us.”
“Agreed,” Sin and I mumbled.
Brooklyn was right. Our family was built on values that we had to continue upholding. We were no longer young men that could fuck off just because we could. We were businessmen, brothers, cousins, sons, and most of all, family.
“I say we take the girls out to eat. Have an extravagant ass set up to surprise my baby. Of course, neither one of y’all better tell y’all women. I want Naomi to be so shocked that she agrees to have ten more kids with me.”
We laughed so loud the wind carried our voices to the heavens.
“Why are we here? Why did we come all the way to Atlanta just to go shopping?”
Pen and I couldn’t enjoy shopping because her ass was questioning me every five minutes.
We took the day trip to find her something special to wear for Sin’s proposal dinner.
Sin wanted it kept on the hush, but Pen was doing whatever she could to pull information out of me.
My soft ass was this fucking close to spilling the tea, ‘cause I was tired of her hounding me.
“Baby, you gon’ pick an outfit or question me to death?”
She blinked at me several times, before rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips.
“Where am I wearing the outfit to?”
“Nowhere if you’on get yo’ ass to shoppin’.”
“I can’t even have a hint?”
“Hell, no.”
“So, now we’re keeping secrets from each other?” She glared at me, thinking it was going to get her what she wanted.
“Nah. And you better not keep any from me.”
“You are keeping secrets.” We were in the middle of the mall, folks passing by us and staring. Pen must’ve forgotten who she was. A few people noticed her and stopped to speak. When she realized how much attention she was causing, she let me take her hand and continue through the mall.
Two hours later, she’d finally picked out a dress and some sexy-ass heels.
“I’m mad you won’t tell me what all this is for.” We were back in the truck and headed to the hotel.
“Can’t you just trust me?”
She smacked her teeth and mumbled something under her breath.
“You wanna suck my dick? What?”
Pen’s neck snapped my way. “I did not say that.”
“That’s what it sounded like to me, baby.”
“No, it didn’t. You’re just being nasty. And no, I won’t suck your dick anyway. Not until you tell me why I need this dress and these pretty-ass heels you just bought me… That we drove all the way to Atlanta for.”
“So, now you gon’ bribe me?”
“Yep.”
“Pen.”
“You can ‘Pen’ me all you want. No head until I get the tea.”
“It’s cool. I haven’t felt ya throat before, so I can manage.” On the inside I was cussing Sin the fuck out. As soon as we made it to the hotel, I hopped in the shower, then waited for Pen to go in the bathroom before I called Sin.
“Nigga! I want you to know I’m sacrificing a whole slob-down ‘cause of yo’ ass!”
Sin busted out laughing.
“That shit ain’t funny!” I hissed.
“Be strong, nigga!” Sin hung up in my face. I wanted to throw the phone across the room.
“So… You gon’ give up all this, to keep your secret?”
I turned to find Pen coming out of the bathroom, still wet from the shower she’d taken, and butt-ass naked, with the strappy heels on.
Her hair was sexily swooped over one shoulder, dripping wet also.
Instantly, my dick was hard as a brick. I slipped out of my slides while she sexily strutted my way.
Grinning, she slinked into my arms, tunneled her fingers through my locs, and started kissing on my neck.
My hands went straight to her thick ass and grabbed a handful, pulling her close so she could feel how hard I was.
I sucked her lips into my mouth, trying to choke her for coming out here looking so damn sexy.
She helped me removed my shirt before handling my ball shorts.
They were off now, thrown across the room with my boxers.
Pen kissed along my chest, causing me to grit my teeth.
The lower she went, the wider my eyes became.
Then, her tongue peeked out and created a wet trail down to my dick.
She fisted me, with her eyes staring dead into mine.
“I really wanna taste you, Zeus,” she crooned, admiring my glistening tip. My dick jumped in her hand. I gulped, trying to hold it together.
Her long lashes fluttered as she gazed back at me.
“Don’t you want me to taste you?”
Her seductive ass had me by the balls, literally. I palmed her chin and bit into my lip.
“I’m not— Shit!”
She swiped her tongue over the head of my dick, taking with her the precum oozing from there.
“Mmm,” she moaned with her eyes closed. “Tell me, so I can please you, baby.” Now she was placing kisses on my tip, driving me crazy. I stumbled over to the bed and sat down. She giggled and, on her knees, followed me.
She was back to gripping my dick, applying pressure, causing more precum to seep out.
“Please,” she begged, licking up the juice.
“Fuck! Sin gon’ propose to Naomi. Fuck!” This time when I cursed, it was because Pen took me into her hot, wet mouth, and sucked my dick like I paid her ten stacks to do it.
“Hey, Sin… No, he’s sleeping. Okay, I’ll tell him you called.”
I didn’t know I was out cold until Sin cussed me out the next morning for folding like a bitch.