Steel (The Dillinger Chronicles #5)

Half On a Baby

I sat on Donna’s couch, blowing smoke in the air from the blunt in my hand.

It was a Saturday night, and when I’d usually be somewhere turning up with my brothers, they were all family men now and had other priorities.

It was cool, though. I loved that shit for them.

It was funny seeing the niggas that fucked and ducked women just a few years ago become obsessed with one woman.

My sisters were crazy to deal with their asses, but I guess that was the power of love and pussy.

While they were all laid up, changing diapers, and reading bedtime stories, I was left to fend for myself.

Fending for myself turned into finding one woman to fulfill my needs since having a girlfriend wasn’t on the table for me.

I met Donna eight months ago when I stopped to get gas.

There I was filling up my big body pickup, ’cause a nigga wasn’t small.

She pulled up in a pink chrome BMW, bumping her music all loud and shit.

When she stepped out of the car, my mouth watered.

I loved BBWs. Always had, always would. If she was confident in her shit, that was even more of a plus for me.

Donna stood about five-feet-eight to my six-feet-two frame.

She had a little belly, and I loved laying my head on that shit.

That day, she was rocking a sexy ass pixie with some bamboo earrings, a crop top, a skirt that showed off her thick ass thighs, and some fly ass sneakers.

Our eyes met briefly, and she winked at me before switching into the store.

I wasn’t the only one staring at her. One dude damned near backed into another car, he was staring at her so hard.

I’d just finished pumping my gas when she walked back over to her car. Usually, I was the one to approach females first, but as soon as she put the nozzle in the gas tank, she came over to me.

“Like what you see?” she asked, leaning seductively against my truck.

“Hell yeah.”

She smirked. “So what do you wanna do about that?”

“Well first, let me get your name, beautiful.”

She extended her hand. “LaDonna, but you can call me Donna.”

I took her hand and kissed it. “Kerrion. But you can call me Steel.”

“Oh, I know who you are. I’ve heard stories about you, Mr. Dillinger. Steel, huh? You laying that steel pipe or what?”

I chuckled. “Damn, you blunt.”

“Always, baby. A closed mouth doesn’t get fed.” She stepped closer to me, running her finger up my chest. “Something tells me you feed those inches very well.”

I licked my lips. “You don’t want this smoke, love. I’ll have your thick ass folded the fuck up.”

She shrugged. “I’m flexible.”

“Oh really?”

She grinned and nodded. “I have some free time. I’d be happy to show you.”

“Say less. You cool with following me?”

“I am. Just so you know, I’ve got bullets if you’re on some funny shit.”

“No funny shit, love.”

She stepped back, her eyes perusing my frame. “Okay then.”

She hopped in her car, and I hopped in mine.

Ten minutes later, we were at my downtown loft, and I had her face down, ass up, pounding her shit.

I could honestly say she was in the top five contenders for some of the best pussy I’d ever had.

She told me she wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a friend and good time. That was fine by me.

The sex was so damn fire that I was only fucking with her.

Over time, our friendship grew. She was the homie.

Even when we weren’t fucking, I could hang out with her like she was one of my brothers.

She was into sports, cars, and going to the gun range, .

. . shit I never came across in most females.

I knew she would be a long-term friend, but lately, I’d been having thoughts of us expanding our relationship.

The feeling of Donna straddling my lap broke me from my thoughts. As she pulled the blunt from between my fingers, my hands found their way to her ass. She took a deep pull from the blunt before blowing a shotgun into my mouth. As I inhaled the potent substance, I peered up at her.

She grinned. “You always have the good shit,” she commented.

“You got that good shit too,” I replied, slapping her ass.

She giggled as she leaned in to kiss me. The shit was so nasty it made my dick hard.

“Don’t come over here starting no shit,” I said, gently grabbing her throat. “Make me bend your ass over.”

She moaned. “You know I love it when you manhandle me.”

“I know you do. Let me rap to you right quick.”

“What’s up?” she asked, sitting back on my thighs.

I took a pull from the blunt as I stared at her, taking in her features. “You still wanna have kids?” I asked.

She frowned. “Yeah, . . . why?”

“Have my baby.”

“Boy, bye. You do not wanna have a baby with me, Kerrion.”

I ashed the blunt and looked up at her. “I’m serious. I wanna have a baby. My brothers all have kids, and them niggas were never serious about that shit. I’ve always wanted to be a father. I know you wanna be a mother. You and I are mature enough to co-parent, and we already know what this is.”

“True.”

“So have my baby.”

“What if you change your mind and want more like your brothers?”

“Then I’ll find that somewhere else. I respect your choice to never wanna get married. Should that change on my end, we’ll keep co-parenting, and nothing else has to change.”

“Yeah, except me losing my supply of superb dick.”

I chuckled. “I mean, I know this shit has you climbing the walls—”

She laughed. “Fuck you!”

“I’m trying to, woman. Seriously, all jokes aside. I want this. I’ll take care of you and the baby.”

She shook her head. “I don’t need you to take care of me. I make my own money.”

“I know you do. But as the mother of my child, you never have to work again if you don’t want to. Just carry and take care of my seed. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“That sounds too much like me being dependent on a nigga that could leave me high and dry.”

“Real shit, that ain’t even in my character. My father had six kids by four women—”

“That will not be a convincing point in this argument, sir.”

I chuckled. “My point is, he took care of all of them and spent equal time with us. I want a kid to leave my legacy to, Donna. Please, . . . do this for me.” I cupped her face and kissed her lips as my hand slid into her shorts. “Have my baby?”

I stroked her swollen pearl as I sucked on her neck. She moaned softly as she ground against my hand.

“Please, love,” I said, easing two fingers into her wetness.

“O—shit! Okay. We can talk ab-bout it.”

She reached between us and pulled my dick from my sweats. She said we could talk about it, but the moment I slid inside her warm, wet walls, I knew she would be on board.