Chapter 20 #2
I laughed harder, still looking at the picture while I listened to what BK was saying. I mean, honestly, once or twice the thought crossed my mind. Maybe I was selfish when it came to my feelings for Johnni, but she was worth the risk.
“They have an open marriage.”
“C’mon, nigga, open or closed, you really believe this man would be cool with you fucking his wife? Think about how this looks. You work for him and taking his ol’ lady down, even a divorced muthafucka wouldn’t be cool ’bout any of this.”
I stroked my beard doing just that, only my mind went to the other day when she had taken the pregnancy test.
The digital word appeared on the tiny screen and I knew then I would have to die to keep her with me.
“What would you do for your lady and your baby?” I asked calmly, tucking the picture into my suit jacket. This fool wasn’t getting it back.
“Anything, but our situations aren’t the same at all. Johnni is still legally married. You and I both know that. Shit everyone does. The only person who knows about this open shit is you.”
“Yup, and that’s the only difference here.
But all I see is my lady who is now carrying my baby, so I can’t back down for real now.
Not from her, our baby, or us. I don’t know who hired you, but something tells me it’s more for that grimy ass husband of hers and all the bullshit he’s got going on right now. ”
“Wait, Johnni is pregnant? Do the girls know? Mickey hasn’t said nothing about it. And I can’t deny or confirm shit, but I will say, they are persistent with getting what they need to ruin the whole Wilson family.”
“Fuck, one-to-ten scale me. How bad?”
“It’s bad enough for me to be here right now worried about this business. The shit I got so far is a lot. Like I wasn’t fully prepared. I knew they were dirty, but damn.”
“See, that’s what I’m talking about. I can’t back down, especially when his only focus is winning his election by any means.
My only concern is her. I have to protect all of mine.
I don’t give a fuck about the last name she currently wears, Johnni is my woman.
How soon will I have my package? Time is ticking and I need to get her away from that nigga like yesterday. ”
BK let out a heavy sigh.
“Soon.”
We both got quiet before I spoke.
“To protect the business, I’ll make some arrangements to ensure if…when shit gets bad that it won’t be a casualty.” He nodded.
“And if he burns the office down?”
“It’s a building that can be rebuilt or moved. I can handle that too. Also, don’t worry, the title won’t be able to be touched. I give you my word on that.” He nodded silently before leaning up, extending his hand. I outstretched mine, shaking his on good faith.
“I got you. Also, that was the only shot I took. I’ll pretend I could never get close to her to get any more pictures that would expose her image or y’all.”
“I appreciate that. You know I’ma be forever curious about who hired you though.”
He chuckled as he stood to leave.
“I’ll just say when love is involved, people are determined to protect themselves and/or others. But you know that already.” That had me snorting because that was my situation for sure.
I thought about Johnni potentially being caught up in some shit and I didn’t want that.
“Ay, give me a day or two to get copies of everything.” He was up and headed to the door.
“I appreciate you.”
“Yup, no worries.”
I put my attention back on completing payroll and the schedule but my mind was officially all over the place. The amount of people invading our little bubble was growing by the minute, and even if I didn’t care who knew, Lourdè would.
But that wasn’t my only concern. It was whatever BK now had on this fuck nigga.
The vibration of my phone broke my train of thought long enough to see Johnni had texted me.
Queen Lou: When you said safehouse I didn’t think I would be alone. How soon until you’re back?
Me: I’m finishing up now. I’ll be there within the next two hours. So you and baby need anything?
I had Bone on her at nights since not even a fly got by him.
Queen Lou: Just you, Chief, see you when you get home. Six little words that held so much weight had me packing up to end my day, making a few stops on the way.
An hour later I was walking into the beach house to music playing and the smell of food.
“Lou?”
I got no answer so I made my way through the house until I came upon Johnni in the living room with a blanket laid out on the floor along with a whole picnic setup like our date on the beach, except the TV had some type of PowerPoint presentation titled Queen Lou and Chief’s wedding.
“What’s all this?” I asked, even though I had an idea.
“We did the ring and cake and potential venue that day, but we need centerpieces, flowers, the menu, invitations. Oh and honeymoon destinations. I figured I could show you what I came up with.” I chuckled while I set everything down except the roses for her.
I passed them to her awaiting hands, then took off my suit jacket.
“Chief, these are beautiful. Thank you.” She closed her eyes and took a sniff.
“You’re welcome, baby. Oh yeah, you’re already on honeymoon ideas? That must mean you’ve picked out the date to officially become mine.”
She nodded. “I’m already yours, Chief.” She flashed the diamond ring still sitting on her finger.
“You did all this and could’ve just said you missed me, Lou.”
“I missed you and didn’t like how we parted this morning.
Can I show you how much I appreciate you for being my man and taking up for me against the big bad wolf?
” she asked while crawling over to me. When she did, I noticed she didn’t have any panties under the noticeably short black night dress, which had my dick responding instantly at the sight of all that motion her ass had going on back there.
“And how do you plan to do that?” She got on her knees as she shot up at the perfect angle for my hardening dick.
“By giving you a hug. Did you know there are different ways you could hug someone?”
By now, Lourdè was unhooking my belt and my pants. I stood there admiring her while I played in her loose curls.
“Uht uht, I had no idea, baby. Tell me.”
“There are friendly hugs that typically involve one arm or extra space between you and the other person. Then, romantic hugs, those are nice. You get hella close, like this.” She wrapped her arms around my legs, pulling my groin to her face.
I trembled at the slightest touch of her mouth on me, even if it was through my pants.
I gripped her hair tightly in my hand.
Lourdè moaned as she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, these are fucking nice,” I grumbled while she continued to tease, no, torture me.
“Yes, but my favorite are filthy hugs. These tend not to include clothes though. I will admit, they can get messy. Very wet, creamy, warm, and can be suffocatingly tight. They might be the most dangerous. Some have even died.”
My pants were down with my dick now in her hands as she stroked me, spitting on the tip and rubbing with just enough pressure.
“Oh please, Queen Lou. If I gotta go, let it be by the best hug ever.” It was like I said the magic words because the second the statement left my lips, Johnni’s wrapped around me, nice and fucking slow.
I caressed her hair while I pumped in and out of her mouth. Both of us were moaning but only I threw out praises to let Johnni know her throat was hugging me just right.
“Gotdamn, Lou, baby, that shit feels good as fuck.”
The deeper she inched me in, the more intense my thrusts were down her throat. The first gag had my knees buckling. But it was the spit that dripped out of her mouth that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Muthafuc—Lou, you already got my fucking heart and soul, what else do you want baby? Take whatever you want, the shit is yours, just don’t stop.
Gotdamn…whew.” I caught her sly smirk as I made the mistake of glancing down, meeting her gaze and noticing her watery eyes before she blew spit bubbles, making a bigger mess.
Johnni knew she’d made me her bitch and was loving this shit.
Another gag came before she swallowed more of me, stretching her mouth wider.
“Harder,” she mumbled.
I snatched her hair back while I bent my knees, feeding her more of me, honoring her request.
“This what you want, Queen Lou? You wanted me to fuck this pretty ass mouth how I be doing my pussy, huh.”
Lourdè moaned her answer.
“Nice deep strokes. Let me see if this throat gon’ take this load how she does. I don’t know though, my pussy is my permanent kid holder.” I leaned her head back so I could get her ready. Johnni popped me out of her mouth, tapping my tip on her tongue.
“Flow right down my throat, Chief. I can handle all of you there too.” Without warning, I was back inside, with my dick twitching as I came with Johnni drinking me down.
“Agh, shit, Lou!” I panted as my body stilled.
“Baby, where did you say our honeymoon was going to be?”
She released me, now wiping her mouth with that same silly smirk on her face.
“Only heaven on earth, Mozambique in the motherland.” And like that, Johnni hit a button on her laptop, which started our presentation on the plans for our wedding.
“Nothing simple with my Queen Lou at all.”
“Nope.” I scooped her up, carrying her upstairs with me.
“I need another hug, baby, but this time from my pussy.” She giggled while I tapped her ass.
The more Johnni was in my space with me, the surer I was of what I had to do to make this reality for real.