I rolled my hips up into her, takin’ control while she stayed on top, fuckin’ her upward instead of lettin’ her do all the work. Her breathin’ went ragged, and her head fell back wit’ her mouth opened like she was tryna catch air that wasn’t there.
“Knuck, why…” she tried to say, but it broke off into a sound instead.
“That’s it,” I told her, low and firm. “Nut hard on this dick, baby. Lemme feel that shit.” I reached between us and rubbed her clit in soft, slow circles, then harder when her whole body started shakin’.
“Ohhh, Goddddd!” She cried out, thighs tremblin’, pussy clenchin’ ‘round my dick crazy.
“Fuck, Ny,” I growled, teeth grittin’. “You love the way I fuck you?”
“Yessss, baaabbyyy,” she moaned, noddin’ fast while wettin’ my dick up. “Oh my God, yesss! I love the way you fuck meeee!”
Suckin’ on her nipples, I bounced her again, deeper this time, harder, lettin’ all that frustration out through my hips. Coogs, that fuckin’ phone call, and them slick ass comments. All that shit burned off in the way I fucked my woman. I wasn’t soft. I was grown as fuck now. Big difference.
Nyomi’s body locked up, back archin’ as she nutted again, wet and messy all over me. I didn’t slow down. I held her through it, kept poundin’ that pussy and playin’ wit’ her clit ‘til she was goin’ crazy whimperin’ while creamin’ on my dick. “That’s my fuckin’ baby,” I said, voice rough, nuttin’ inside her.
She collapsed forward against my chest, breathin’ hard, body still twitchin’. I wrapped one arm ‘round her, the other reachin’ out for the blunt I’d set down. I sparked it and took a slow pull while she melted into me.
My thoughts drifted right back to Coogs. I coulda left that nigga stankin’ but nah, I just chose to put niggas in position to still get money and he wanted to decline? Try to call me a bitch on the low? Shit, I could bury the nigga, and I really didn’t wanna have to remind him who I used to be.
Nyomi shifted slightly against my chest, already driftin’. Kissin’ her cheek, I tapped her on the ass and told her I’d carry her to the shower.Thiswas the version of me I was protectin’ no matter what.
Three Days Later
(Exactly 3 Weeks Until The Wedding)
“K n u c k ,Is a i dI don’t feel comfortable with it. Why are you acting like I’m tripping?”
“Youaretrippin’.” He leaned against the kitchen counter, shirtless, tattoos on display, looking all good and pissing me off at the same damn time. “You wanna go back to the lash studio soon? Cool. We done been over this. You ain’t stressin’ and overdoin’ shit on my watch. So, we need a nanny. We got three interviews set up this week.”
“I just need more time to warm up to it. I don’t like the idea of strangers in my house around my baby.” I folded Kassim’s clean onesie over the laundry basket and huffed.
He shot me a look. “You say that like niggas won’t be aroundat all, Nyomi. We not hirin’ nobody off GP. We gon’ feel her first.”
“Her?” I blinked. “Okay, it’s a woman coming by here today?”
“Yeah. The fuck? You want me interviewin’ a nigga to be up in here ‘round this muthafucka all day? Don’t get snatched up.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he raised his eyebrows likeexactly, smartass.“I’m not being difficult, but this is hard for me, Keon.”
He let out a slow breath like I was exhausting him. “You been runnin’ yourself into the ground, and I can’t run two dealerships, keep shit in order, and rock the baby to sleep in the middle of a 2K match. That ain’t realistic.” Before I could respond, the doorbell rang, and I froze. “Right on time,” he muttered, rubbing his hands together with a grin on his face.
“Fine,” I huffed, standing up from the couch. “This girl better be the most lit nanny of all time.”
“Fix your face and open the door, grumpy.”
I rolled my eyes so hard I almost saw stars. “Whatever,” I mumbled, brushing past him with a little sway in my hips and heat in my chest as I walked to the door.
Knuck chuckled behind me. “That’s what I thought.”
Clearing my throat, I opened the door to see a pretty woman standing on the doorstep. She was light-skinned, slim, thick, with big brown eyes, long jet black bust-down thatbrushed against her beige trench coat. Expensive perfume floated in behind her as she stepped inside.
She smiled, warm and professional. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Meja. I have an 11:30 interview.” I opened my mouth to respond as Knuck appeared beside me, and the woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Knuck?”
My stomach dropped.I’m sorry… Knuck? Not Mr. Jones? Not sir?
“Damn…” Knuck’s whole energy as my head whipped toward him. He cleared his throat, jaw already tight. “I ain’t realize that was you. It’s been a minute.”
My mouth went dry.A minute?I looked between them. “Y’all know each other?”