10. Aaliyah
Aaliyah
Iknew what Royal said yesterday about him being here with me regardless.
I just hated going through this shit again.
If I could have alcohol right now, I would drink myself into a stupor.
Instead, I got a bottle of alcohol-free Stella Black and came home.
After letting it chill, I cracked it open and drank it straight from the bottle, trying to sike myself into believing it was alcohol.
Bali had sent off the test today by courier to assure they got it today.
She said we should have the results by Friday.
The company had all our email addresses and would be sending the results that way and by mail.
I just wanted to know as soon as possible, so I could stop worrying so much.
Royal had been at work all day, and my mind had been racing from the possibilities.
Just as I took it to the head, Royal walked through the back door. He frowned hard. “Aaliyah! What the fuck you doing?”
I almost spit the shit out from laughing. I turned the bottle where he could see the label, and he brought his hand to his chest like that damn Denzel Washington meme. I literally had to spit the wine in the sink so I wouldn’t choke to death. “You so damn silly!”
He laughed and came to me and hugged me, then kissed my neck. “Damn, you smell good.”
“Mm. I’m glad you think so.”
He smiled and went to the table as I took another swig and started warming the food I’d cooked earlier. “That shit must be good if you drinking it from the bottle. Let me taste it.”
I swallowed, then licked my lips and went to him, standing between his legs.
I brought the bottle to my lips as he rubbed my ass, then leaned over him as he opened his mouth and tilted his head back.
I slowly let the liquid leak from mouth to his.
He gripped my ass tighter as his gaze penetrated every part of me.
He brought one of his hands to my hardened nipple and fondled it through my shirt.
“It’s good, but I believe that’s because you put your special spin on it. Give me some more, Liyah.”
This man was so fucking sexy. I had to step away from him to turn the stove off before I burned dinner, then pulled my shirt over my head.
When I got to him, he pulled my maternity leggings down my belly and rested his head against it for a moment.
He kissed it as the babies moved around, shifting my belly like they were wrestling under the bed covers.
He bit his bottom lip as he stared at them.
God, please let these children be his. He loved them so much already.
As I got carried away in my thoughts, he slid his hands to my breasts.
I stared into his eyes for a moment, then took in some more wine and let it leak out of my mouth, sliding down my chin, neck, and breasts.
His tongue caught some on my belly, and he licked his way to my nipples, then chest and neck.
I poured more in my mouth, then released it into his mouth.
He gripped my hips and pulled my leggings all the way down, then grabbed the bottle from me. He set it on the table, then had me rest my palms on the table as well. He stood and walked to where he was behind me, then quickly dropped his pants and slid his big dick inside of me.
“Royaaaal! Fuck!”
He smacked my ass as I rolled my hips. “Fuck! I love your pussy, Liyah. This hot shit is a fucking dream.”
“Yes, baby. Your dick is amazing . . . that fucking fire. Give it to me.”
He started fucking my world up, making it hard for me to keep my balance.
He pulled out of me, spun me around, and picked me up to lower me on the wooden table.
I spread my legs as soon as my ass made contact, and he slid his shit back inside of me.
I arched my back and allowed my upper body to fall to the table.
He lifted my leg and pulled the sock off my foot and sucked my second toe into his mouth. I came all over the table . . . just in time for dinner. He kissed the inside of my ankle and licked up my calf until he reached the back of my knee.
“Damn you taste so fucking good. Just like strawberries. I love the fuck out of strawberries, girl.”
I could barely comprehend anything he said. My head was swimming in the passion he’d engulfed me with. Hovering over me, he fucked me slowly, then sucked my nipple into his mouth. Two of his fingers found their way to my asshole, and he stroked it at the same pace until I came on his dick again.
“This my shit, Liyah?”
“Yes, baby. All yours. Is this my dick?”
“Hell fucking yeah. All yours, baby. I’m about to cum.”
He closed his eyes as his fingertips dug into my hips.
He was giving me power, passion, and precision.
The way he rolled his hips was hitting my G-spot twice within the same stroke.
That shit was taking me down, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
My pussy started spitting, and that shit was splashing all over him.
He started fucking me faster as he stared down at it.
When he yelled then groaned, I knew he’d finally released. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing, I assumed. He kissed my lips and said, “Let me get you washed up and packed. We’re going to my house. I need you in my space, baby.”
“Okay.”
That was all I could manage to get out. I was winded as hell.
He scooped me up and carried me to my bathroom.
I could barely stand unassisted, so he brought me to the chaise in the corner and ran water to clean me up with.
The last thing I remembered doing was rubbing my belly.
I was tired as hell and had nearly blacked out.
“I wish you would have given me a heads up. That looks kind of shady, Lareesa. Why would you bring a nigga to my house that had never been here before?”
“He’s harmless, Liyah. I promise. I didn’t think, and I’m so sorry.
He asked about you, because he hadn’t talked to you in a while, and I told him I was just with you not long ago and that you were pregnant.
I told him that as an excuse as to why he hadn’t heard from you.
Then he was like, ‘Wait, I need to make sure she’s not carrying my baby.
’ Had I known he would go there, I wouldn’t have mentioned that you were pregnant. I swear I wasn’t trying to be shady.”
My entire body was fucking tingling. I wasn’t sure about her ass.
I knew her, but I didn’t know her as well as I knew Nikki.
Maybe that was why I got a weird feeling when she was fucking Royal.
I didn’t have that feeling when Nikki was on his dick.
It was like once Royal entered our lil situation, and she had his dick, it was all about him.
It still should have been all about all of us. He wasn’t her nigga.
“Okay. I just felt weird about it, so I had to call you. I’m just waking up, so I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay. Talk to you soon.”
I ended the call and rolled to my side to stare at Royal. We were at his place. After my shower, we fucked all over the damn place until late last night. I was so damn exhausted. I didn’t want to get out of his comfortable ass bed. God, it felt like it was holding me hostage.
“You feel better?” he asked.
“No.”
He slid his hand back and forth on my hip. “Go with your gut. If you ain’t feeling her explanation, cut her ass off.”
“Right. I think I will.”
He kissed my forehead, then got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.
I turned to look at the clock to see how much time I had before I had to get up.
It was only eight. I was meeting Kambel for lunch.
She wanted to meet in Liberty, and I was somewhat skeptical of that shit.
That was where she lived and worked though. It wasn’t like I worked anymore.
My job had called, begging me to come back.
They were so damn shorthanded, that was what they were resorting to.
They said they had nearly thirty-five kids in classes.
That was no longer my problem though. I was teaching English to sixth through eighth graders.
I was tired. Most of those kids didn’t give a damn and neither did their parents.
The YNs were out of control, and a lot of these boys were striving to be what they saw.
They were only ages eleven through fourteen and were already a nuisance to deal with.
Nobody wanted to volunteer their free time to deal with disrespectful kids that didn’t belong to them.
I wished there was something mandatory for their parents to attend.
Their asses needed parenting classes and mental health advocacy.
Times were hard enough, and they had the audacity to keep creating kids they couldn’t afford.
I didn’t understand their logic. Why would you allow yourself to get pregnant when you couldn’t even take care of yourself?
There were preventative measures they could take to ensure it wouldn’t happen.
Then I looked down at my big ass stomach and huffed.
I used preventative measures and still ended up pregnant.
If I ain’t the pot calling the kettle black.
I rolled to my other side as the babies kicked a few times. “I’m sorry, babies. I needed to turn to get comfortable. One of y’all was in a weird spot that had my leg going numb.”
I rubbed my belly in circular motions, soothing myself right into another slumber until the door opened. I looked at Royal and saw he was standing there with a breakfast tray. I frowned slightly, because I didn’t even see him leave the bathroom.
“You were turned on your other side, so you didn’t see me leave. I went and made you some instant maple syrup and cinnamon oatmeal. I know you’ve been on that kick lately. I did some cinnamon swirl toast on the side with butter.”
I sat up, allowing the sheet to fall off me. “Royal . . . wow. Thank you so much.”
“Of course, baby. I made you some chamomile tea also.”
He set the tray across my lap, then kissed my lips. My eyes were full, and I ended up crying. “I’m sorry. I just feel so overwhelmed. What did I do to deserve you?”
“Well, for starters, you slid that hot, tight ass pussy on my dick and had a nigga mesmerized. By the second encounter, a nigga was straight sprung. I had to have you at least twice a week, girl. Then as I got to know you better and we talked more, I fell in love with the beautiful woman you are on the inside. Your outer beauty is captivating. Those slanted, brown eyes, light freckles across the bridge of your nose, these perfect cheek bones,” he said as he slid his fingers across it.
He slid his hand down my neck and continued.
“This perfect ass neck that had to be made for my lips, and these perfect double D-cup titties that deserve every lap my tongue makes around them. Then there’s these abs that hold your core muscles.
I’m grateful for that shit, because you put in as much work as I do, fucking a nigga up. ”
He gripped my hip, being careful not to knock over my tea. “Then there’s one of my favorite parts of you. These tiger striped hips. Maaaaan, that shit is my weakness.”
I giggled as he kissed my neck. “These caramel stilts of perfection, when they are wrapped around me, lets me know you don’t ever want to let me go.
I love everything about you Aaliyah, and every part of you, from your beautiful hair to your long second toe, deserves to be loved .
. . so loved until it overwhelms you. Your heart is beautiful, and it was so beautiful it made me want to get to know your soul. You are so perfect for me, baby.”
He kissed my ear, then lowered his hand to my belly and rubbed it.
“Although y’all are killing your mama’s abs, I love y’all more than I even thought possible.
Liyah, you made me realize that I was ready to be a man and love one woman with all my might.
I never thought about having a family until I fell for you. ”
My tears were uncontained. I loved how passionate Royal could be. I wanted to just slide down his dick after all this, but my body was sore as hell. “I love you so much, Royal. Who knew the nasty ass nigga I met could be so passionate and romantic?”
He smiled. “Eat your breakfast before it gets cold. I love you too, baby. More than I’ve ever loved anybody.”
I smiled, then lowered my head to thank God for the food and the man He blessed me to keep and be able to cater to, just like he catered to me.
When I lifted it, Royal had a spoonful of oatmeal in front of me.
He extended it to my mouth and said, “Let me know if it needs to be warmed. You got me started on talking about you and everything I loved about you, then I couldn’t stop, girl.
For the record, I could have kept going. ”
I giggled and took the oatmeal from the spoon, slowly. “It’s still warm.”
“Mm-hmm. You fucking with me though. I know your pussy needs a break after yesterday, but you threatening to be outta commission for the rest of the week. You not finna have my babies pissed at me. We need to figure out names though. I need to be able to address them properly,” he said as he fed me more oatmeal.
“Right. I’ve had a few names that start with A and R floating through my head.”
“Let me hear ’em.”
He fed me some toast. As I chewed, I said, “Rio and Rya. Ravi and Rasha, Abir and Armani.”
“Hmph. Honestly, I like all of those, but I need to think about which I like more.”
“Yeah. I wanted to get unique names like you have.”
He rolled his eyes. “Them niggas ain’t slick. They named me after alcohol. Whenever I go into the liquor store, my dad calls me Crown Royal.”
I fell out laughing, nearly knocking my tea in the bed. “Ain’t no way Missus Chas was going for that.”
“I don’t know. Them niggas be full of shit sometimes.” He chuckled. “I think I like Ravi and Rasha more.”
“Yeah, me too.”
He kissed my head and gave me more oatmeal.
“Royal, I can feed myself. Go do what your sexy ass needs to do to get ready for work.”
He bit his bottom lip, then kissed my lips. “Yeah. I don’t wanna hear nobody mouth. You still going to lunch with Kambel?”
“Yeah. I think Treasure and Cachet are gonna join us.”
“That’s cool. So you going to Liberty. I’ma see if Chad can follow you. If not, one of them will catch up with you in Liberty. Let me go call Ali.”
I smiled. He was so thoughtful. However, him making sure I had protection worried me.
Surely, I wasn’t on anyone’s radar, nor Royal for that matter.
Besides Kingsley, he was one of the most low-key Henderson men.
They minded the business that paid them and stayed out of the way. Hopefully, that would benefit us.