Chapter 6 #2
Wilde peered into my eyes like he was checking the temperature.
I almost felt weak for giving in so easily, but he was human, and the load got heavy for him to carry too.
We weren’t perfect and, in that moment, we had kids to raise and a life to keep running.
I wanted things smooth. Tension in the house, the two of us not speaking walking around with wrinkles in our foreheads wasn’t good for anybody.
Especially not Willow who had been through enough.
“We’re good, baby.” I spoke just above a whisper, but my man heard me loud and clear.
Lowering his body, he didn’t stop until he was between my thighs.
I swallowed hard knowing what was about to come.
My eyes closed and my stomach caved simultaneously as Wilde sucked my clit into his mouth.
He moaned like I was the sweetest thing he ever tasted, and my back arched.
Wilde was delicate and deliberate as he sucked with intention.
Sliding his tongue down my center, he traced my slick folds, then dragged his mouth back up to my clit making a mess with my essence.
“Fuck, baby,” I whined as I lifted my hips slightly riding his face like a wave. “Oh my God,” I had to grip the sheets because I knew from the way my belly was tightening whatever was coming was about to be big.
“Fuck yes,” Wilde mumbled into my pussy.
Lifting my left leg, I draped it over his shoulder. Wilde hooked his arms around my thighs and pulled me further into his face as he alternated between French kissing my pussy and sucking my clit like it was a piece of ice.
“Baby!” my body jerked twice as I released. Wilde went in even more but in a way that wasn’t uncomfortable because my throbbing clit was tender.
Even when he lifted his body, I was still trembling. Wilde peered into my eyes as he placed his tip at my opening and pushed himself in slowly. His hand found mine, and he locked his fingers in mine as he began to glide in and out of me slowly.
“I love you, G,” he whispered.
Lifting my head, I went for his mouth. The deep kiss along with slow strokes and him moaning into my mouth pushed me over the edge, and the orgasm was so intense, I cried. The tears running down my cheeks were nothing compared to the honey coating his dick.
“Got damn, Wonder, fuck you doing to a nigga?” Wilde asked as he pushed deeper into me.
If it was possible for him to live in my skin, that was what I’d want him to do.
I’d been too tired mentally and physically to care much about sex, but the things Wilde was doing to my body had me wanting him to stay inside me forever.
Locking my legs around his waist, I palmed the back of his head and began to suck on his neck.
“Fuck,” his breathing hitched. “I’m about to bust, baby.
Fuck you feel so got damn good, G.” Hearing my man’s praises took me to another level, and I came again.
That time, the way my pussy gripped him it pulled the seeds from him as he erupted into me with a loud moan.
“Wonder, what the fuck?!” My ego was stroked times ten.
I almost had to tell him to be quiet before he woke the kids up.
“Why the fuck you doing this to me?” he panted. Wilde was so serious it made me giggle.
“What am I doing?”
“You got voodoo in that pussy. I’m already fucked up ‘bout you, baby. I don’t need to get any worse, or that shit is going to get dangerous.” Still, he looked serious as a heart attack, but I wasn’t worried.
I placed a kiss on his lips. “You’ll be aight.”
I was super grateful for the medication that my doctor prescribed me because I was able to get through my workday without stopping to throw up and without feeling like I was about to throw up.
That helped a lot but by the time I’d been at the shop for nine hours, I was more than ready to leave.
It had been an hour since I’d closed, but I was having issues with my heat gun, and it had slowed me down a bit.
I told everyone they could leave, but I was too close to finishing the car to leave it undone.
I knew that if I pushed myself, I’d have the next three days off.
I was more than ready to get through the clients that I had booked, so I could enjoy two or three weeks sitting at home being lazy and gaining weight.
Wilde and Misha had a court date coming up, and I already knew that he’d more than likely be told that he could keep Willow at home with us.
I didn’t see Misha getting her back anytime soon.
And I was okay with that. I still couldn’t believe what her dumb ass had done.
The cleaning ladies and the chef were coming the following day, so after the kids went to daycare, I was taking the longest nap ever.
Just thinking about it had me excited. The moment I finished the car I was working on, I exhaled a sigh of relief.
My phone rang from the table it was on, and I moved to answer it.
Before I could, I noticed a figure in my peripheral.
My head whipped to the left, and my heart fell in my ass as I observed a person dressed in all black from head to toe.
I assumed it was a he. He was wearing a Donald Trump mask and pointing a gun at me.
My chest heaved up and down as I noticed another guy come in.
Then another. There were three of them. Inwardly, I cursed for not leaving before the bank closed to deposit the money I’d made that day.
At last count the shop had grossed around $6,000 for the day and around $2,500 of that was in cash.
There were still a lot of people out there that preferred cash, and dope boys didn’t use debit cards.
Every day that I was open I had no less than $1,000 in cash.
I didn’t want to lose the $2,500, I had that day, but it wasn’t worth my life. They could have it for sure.
“Don’t try no stupid shit.” Donald Trump’s voice was muffled from the mask. “I want the money and the keys to this car.” I had just wrapped a Range Rover. The woman was a breast cancer survivor, and she wanted the car wrapped in pink with the words fuck cancer on the side.
For the life of me I didn’t understand why this fuck nigga wanted a pink car that he couldn’t do anything with aside from stripping it for the parts.
He’d never be able to drive it. I had just spent hours on the car.
The owner had paid me a pretty penny, and she had beat cancer.
This was messed up all the way around. My phone vibrated again, and ole boy looked toward it.
“Where is the fucking money?”
“In the front. Underneath the register in a bank bag.” I kept my tone even and calm, but I was panicking on the inside.
“Good girl. You follow directions. I like that shit. Sexy ass muhfucka.” He jerked his head to the left signaling his partner to go get the bank bag.
My skin crawled knowing that he was eyeing me in a lustful manner.
It would break my heart to reach out to my client and let her know that her car had been stolen, but I was going to refund her and make a police report and prayerfully, her insurance company would reimburse her for the car.
I was so annoyed that I was forgetting to be scared.
I really hoped they would take the money and the car and leave.
“Let me get that ring too.” The bastard had spotted my engagement ring. That pissed me off even more.
I hated nothing ass niggas that went around taking shit instead of working for it.
I knew Wilde could replace my ring a hundred times, but that didn’t give them the right to take it.
Still, I had kids to live for, so with rage in my heart, I pulled the ring off my finger.
A deafening pop pierced the air, and I jumped back with wide eyes.
The gunman turned around and another pop made me duck behind the Range Rover.
I heard tires screeching as someone drove away.
Another pop, and bitch ass Donald Trump hit the floor.
The moment I saw those black Timb’s I knew who it was.
Jumping up, I came face to face with Wilde, and the anger flashing in his eyes would have made the meanest person cringe.
I collapsed into his arms with a racing heart.
I had never been so happy to see that man in my life.
Burying my face in his chest, I inhaled his scent and found solace in his arms being wrapped around me.
I could feel his heart galloping in his chest. Finally, I lifted my head.
“What made you come by?”
“I called you twice, and you didn’t answer.
The first time I was out, and I was going to ask you what you wanted to eat.
When you didn’t answer the second time, I decided to come up here.
I saw a nigga walking around outside trying to get in your car.
I popped his ass, but he took off running.
The other nigga ran out with a bank bag in his hand.
I shot his ass too, but he still got in the car and dipped. ”
Relief made my entire body relax. Looking down at the body on the floor, I was relieved that he had scared the others away and at least kept this nigga from taking my shit.
Even though one of them got away with the money, my client got to keep her car, and I got to keep my engagement ring.
Crouching down, Wilde snatched the mask off ole boy’s face, and I gasped.
“What the fuck?” Wilde’s voice boomed as we stared at Nine. The nigga that Nina was dating.