Chapter 18 #2
“Naw, but remember I told you I just took them on as a client. I need to know who the fuck I’m protecting. I know Boss used to run names of politicians through you whenever he brought them on, and well… call this covering my own ass to know exactly who I’m dealing with.”
He nodded, writing with one hand.
“Oh shit, that is right. Well, why not Johnni too?”
“I’m covering her, ain’t no need. I see baby girl’s full day; ain’t no secrets there. I got Judge and Jury on him, so I need extra eyes and ears.”
“Okay, how detailed are we talking?”
“I want it all on everyone, including his daddy.” BK snorted.
“Oh, I see you met him. Yeah, he’s a different muthafucka for sure. But I got you. I’ll be in touch and I’ll bill through Bo—
I cut him off. This wasn’t really business so it wasn’t coming out of company money.
I produced cash.
“Naw, no paper trail.” He squinted at the stack of money then back at me.
“Okay.” The sound of my phone ringing ended whatever else he could think of. It was Lando, so I decided to take the call.
“I have to take this, but I appreciate you.”
“No worries.” I headed out, answering the second I hit the door.
“Yo fool, what’s going on?”
“Ain’t shit. We haven’t seen you, just checking in. You cool or is being a boss for real too much for your old ass?” He laughed harder than I did at his joke as I got back in my truck.
“Nigga I’m older but you already popping out grays. And naw, definitely busy for sure though. I hired some new crew but took on Congressman Wilson and his wife as clients so I’m sure working.”
“Damn, I see you, bro, pulling in big contracts. So does this mean you’re too busy to catch a game with the boys? JoJo has been asking if you’re coming or not.”
Shit.
I had been slipping when it came to boy’s night.
“I’m coming. The game is tonight, right?”
“Bet, yeah at six. I’ll see you then.”
“Yup.” We hung up just as I pulled into the driveway.
I walked in to see Lourdè in the kitchen, already about to cook and listening to Krist, bobbing her head and adding adlibs like she truly knew what she was talking about.
I chuckled lowly, enjoying the sight more as I watched her move around, opening cabinets and pulling out what she needed.
Salt, pepper, garlic powder.
This was another thing I wasn’t used to but loved. A lady in my space like it was hers.
It is hers.
I crept up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, kissing her neck.
“So now you’re a gangsta about that trenches life?”
“Hell no, and neither are you, but that doesn’t stop you from rapping along with him.” I laughed before I placed one more kiss on her neck.
“Baby, you don’t know my life.”
“I do though. Over the last four months I would like to say I know my man very well. Like how he thought he could sneak out this morning and me not notice. Where did you go?”
I choked on the cran-apple juice I had just taken a sip off. I couldn’t even bask in the fact that it was fresh as hell all thanks to the same woman now wearing a scowl with one hand on her thick hip.
Gotdamn, even with her angry face my damn woman is beautiful.
“Just went to check something out. I got boy’s night tonight. My nephew called to make sure I would be making the Badgers game.” Lourdè’s shoulders fell and I saw the shift in her mood as she turned to put her attention back on the eggs and bacon she was cooking.
“Oh okay. Well, I can go home.”
“For what? You need more clothes or have a late practice?”
“Because you won’t be here.”
“Baby, that’s not a reason to leave. I mean, you do live here, and I’ll be back. You wanna come?”
She shook her head.
“No thank you. You said boy’s night and I, sir, have a whole vagina.”
“It’s pretty as fuck too. Let me see it!” I moved back toward her, turning off the stove while she began to run from me.
“Girl, I don’t know why you call yourself running as if I ain’t about to catch you.” We paused before she took off toward the other side of the room. I was quick though, catching her and pulling her back on my already hard dick.
“See, told you. Now show me this pretty pussy,” I said while stripping her out of her robe to discover she was naked underneath. I bent her over the table, smacking it nice and hard, causing her to gasp before moaning as I did it again.
“What you running for, huh, Lou?” I asked while I pulled my shorts and boxer briefs down at the same time. I took the head of my dick and caressed her folds that grew slick with each pass.
“Put him in, baby,” Lourdè whined while she attempted to stretch her hand back and do it herself. I popped her hand just as she touched the base.
“Uht uht, your ass was just trying to run from me, not wanting me to see my pussy, but now you want him inside her?” With all her ass, she began to nasty grind on him until her folds parted around him.
“Fuck,” I grunted while I stood there watching the magic she was performing. I didn’t even know tricks like this existed.
“This is what Kimmie taught me the other day. How am I doing, Chief?” Lourdè looked back at me with a sly smirk. That had me losing it, pushing myself inside her.
The gasp was louder from her, but my baby wasn’t alone. Each time I was home inside her, it felt like the first time.
“Dance on this muthafucka, baby,” I groaned.
I closed my eyes, taking in the feeling. When the tingle came, I took over, grabbing her waist and pumping longer strokes. Lourdè’s low throaty moans turned into full blown whimpers while she came with me right behind her, filling her walls yet again.
It had been months and not once had the conversation of condoms or birth control come up, not even as an afterthought for me until now.
For better and babies.
Yes, that was my thought as I didn’t even rush to pull out. The way Lourdè felt, I was sure she already was or would be.
“Johnni, what’s going on with you today?
You keep going for extra time on that spin that’s throwing off the count and you’re not hitting the helix on time.
Start from the air walk pose, also let’s add a flare before you twist into the corkscrew this time too.
Rely strictly on your silks to carry you.
Let yourself naturally fall into your movements.
Trust yourself.” I stood by listening to her trainer yell over the music playing from the speakers.
We were currently in their guest house with a stripper pole in the middle of the living room.
They had been at it for hours now. Lourdè didn’t respond verbally, instead only offering a nod as the music restarted with her getting back into her position.
The regular routine of practice and fittings with Mrs. Steph being here every day for longer hours, meant we were hardly ever alone before he came home.
The hardest part of the job was being this close and not being able to touch when I wanted or how I wanted.
This time though, I failed at not keeping my eyes off her as she moved with the silks first, flowing like a butterfly gliding through flower petals, moving her legs as if she was truly walking on the clouds.
“Corkscrew, Johnni, then go to the upside down butterfly for me.”
It was like I was back at Seventh Heaven all over again, hypnotized by her movements, then my mind went back to the trick she did on my dick last week in the kitchen.
Kimmie yelling brought me back before my dick was staring too.
“Helix, Johnni!” I saw it all happen so fast. She flipped and the silk didn’t catch her. I moved fast, but she still hit the floor, hard.
“Ah!” She screamed, just as I scooped her up in my arms.
“I got you, Lou,” I said lowly.
“Oh my gosh, Johnni are you okay?” both Kimmie and Mrs. Steph asked while moving closer to us.
Johnni winced from the pain but nodded.
“Can you stand?” I asked before helping her up. Her knee buckled, causing her to fall back into me.
“Ouch, uht uht,” she grunted while I took in our moment of being this close before I had to trade positions to sit her down on the stage directly, instead of in my lap where I wanted her.
“Where is the pain? Is it your foot, ankle, or knee?” I asked, letting my hands roam while I examined her.
“All of the above,” she grunted, breathing in deeply as I reached her ankle, letting my fingers glide down to her foot.
You should kiss it to make it better.
What, fool?
Yeah, I was tripping. Johnni wasn’t no damn kid, but I was looking for any excuse to put my mouth on her.
I was glad when Mrs. Steph interrupted my wild ass thoughts as her voice came from over my shoulder just as I was leaning down to do what I wanted.
“Oh no, Johnni, your ankle is swelling already. Damnit. Maybe we should go—"
“Uht uht, Mama, just some ice. I’m sure it’s bruised at best. We don’t need any more hospital trips anytime soon, I’m fine.”
“You’re weeks from regionals and you don’t have this routine down, Johnni.
We need to make sure nothing is seriously wrong.
We can’t afford anything broken, strained, or damaged,” Mrs. Steph said.
Even if her tone was calm and soothing, the nasty glare Johnni gave her told me she still didn’t appreciate her input.
“No. Right now I couldn’t care less if it was tomorrow. I said no hospitals. Please respect my wishes. Kimmie, we’re done for today.”
It got quiet before Kimmie did her best to clear the tension in the room.
“Yeah, take a day or two to ice and elevate. Slips happen all the time at the club. They’re never too serious. We’ll pick up when you’re ready. Just call me.” She offered a small smile which Johnni returned.
“I’ll walk you out, Kimmie,” Mrs. Steph said, giving one final look before following her.
“Put your arm around my neck, Lou, so I can take you in the house,” I said, already moving my hands to her waist then underneath her legs. My hands had a mind of their own as they roamed, gripping her ass as I lifted her.
Johnni yelped.