by Nikki Brown
“No my kids—”
“Those are not your damn kids!”
“They are my kids, when something is wrong they come to me, and I help them through. When they need clothes or food, I’m the one that provides it. I may not have pushed them out of my vagina, but I love them just the same.” I yelled louder than I planned to. We were about to open up the group home for Saturday morning counseling sessions, and a few of my counselors were walking by, this was embarrassing, to say the least.
“Yeah, you love them more than your marriage I see.” I took a deep breath and counted to ten in my head, but it wasn’t working so I let him have it raw and uncut. I walked up so close to him to where we were almost chest to chest.
“No, you love yourself more than you love this fucking marriage.” I kept my tone calm but forceful and my volume low so only he could hear what I was saying. “The minute you stuck your dick in that bitch raw and then came home to make love to me ended this marriage you selfish son of a bitch. The whole year you were sleeping with that hoe behind my back ended this marriage. The fact that you feel like what you’ve done is somehow my fault is the reason the marriage is over. I gave all I could give in this, and it wasn’t good enough, so it’s my duty as the queen that I am to bow out gracefully. I suggest you do the same.”
I glared at him, the shocked expression on his face told me a few things, one that he wasn’t expecting me to say all of that and two that I was serious when I sent him the divorce papers. In a perfect world, he would just sign them, and we would be done with this, but we all know it’s not going down like that.
“So this is about the little thug you call yourself liking.” He smirked, and I shook my head because he was still making the demise of our marriage about me.
“No dear I didn’t fuck him until after we were done.” His medium brown skin took on a red hue, and the hairs on his scruffy beard were standing straight out.
“You think it’s cute to be running around town with thugs Ocean?”
“Do you think it's cute to be running around here with that fire crotch you’re fucking with?” I tilted my head to the side and waited for a response, but he never gave one just sat there glaring at me and breathing all hard like I was somehow afraid of him. “I know my worth Bryce, do you?”
I turned to walk away, and when I did, he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back to him and slammed me against my car. In shock, I grabbed my neck where he held it and attempted to rub the pain away, I went to cuss his ass out for putting his hands on me but before I could say anything he was being pulled away from me.
“Touch her again, and I swear it will be the last time to touch anybody.” Venom laced his voice, and even though his tone was calm, you could hear the power behind it. The way he stared at Bryce, caused a cold chill to shoot through my body giving off a slight shiver.
Lucas had Bryce jacked up against my car by one hand, and his other hand was beside him, and his fist was balled. He began to raise it, but I grabbed his arm. The look that he gave me was one that I hadn’t seen from him, and it caused me to jerk my hand back really fast.
“Please Lucas, not here. I work here, and your nephew is right there, he doesn’t need to see that.” I slowly raised my hand back to his shoulder, when I looked into his eyes this time they were back to the soft, sultry ones that I remember. I could feel my nipples harden underneath my blouse, I guess he saw it because his attention went to my breasts and he smiled. I blushed and removed my hand.
“Yo get the fuck from ‘round here,” Lucas said with a solid push to Bryce’s chest. Bryce slowly slid past Lucas but not before he looked at me with malice in his eyes.
My eyes pleaded with him to just go before things got bad, he looked like he wanted to challenge Lucas but he and I both knew it wouldn’t turn out good for him, so he left. When he reached his car, I looked down and realized that he left his divorce papers on the ground. I picked them up and waved them in his direction.
“Bryce! Your divorce papers.” He looked at me as he was getting into his car and smirked. He never attempted to come back which let me know that he was about to give me a hard time with this divorce. “Damn it!” I yelled in frustration.
“I can get him to sign the divorce papers,” Lucas said interrupting my thoughts.
“No,” I whined, “I’ll just get my lawyer to send him another set. If he doesn’t cooperate, then I’ll just have to wait and go through the courts which is something that I didn’t want to do.” I sighed. I had to get myself together because I didn’t want Lucas to think that stuff like this happens all the time, especially when he was gonna be entrusting his nephew with the program. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I don’t run my program like this I promise.”
“No need to apologize, it wasn’t your fault that he was an asshole,” Lucas reassured me.
“I know, but this was extremely unprofessional.” I shook my head. “Your nephew didn’t need to see that.” I glanced around Lucas and offered a soft smile to his nephew. “I’m so sorry you had to see that, I can promise you that it won’t happen again.”
The dejected look that washed over his handsome face saddened me and the minute he opened his mouth my heart broke for him.
“I’ve seen worse.” Was all that he said. This boy had been through something, and I don’t think Lucas or anyone else knows the extent of what he’s seen.
Kids like him make this program that I run worthwhile, they need this. I was happy to be there to offer it to them. After apologizing again I showed them the way inside and gave them a tour of the building. When we got to the gym, that was the first time that I had seen Kameron or Young as he liked to be called, smile.
“Yo this is lit,” he said grabbing a basketball from one of the racks beside him. He dribbled a few times, and then shot the ball from half court and it was nothing but net.
“Whoa oh oh oh,” Davidson, my boy's counselor said as he walked back from his office that was right next to the basketball courts. He was the monitor over that section of the boys and girls club, and he often did his counseling on the basketball court, he said that it was easier to get the kids talking if they had something else to focus on. He thought that sitting on a couch was intimidating for such a young mind. I must say it worked. “You hoop?” he asked Young.
“Nah, I used to though.” That same dismal expression that he wore before was now back on his face, I just wanted to reach out and touch him.
“Well you’re good, and you should definitely work your way back in.” Davidson urged, but Young just dribbled another ball while looking down. “What school do you go to?”
“Ranson Middle.” He still had his head hanging until Lucas spoke.
“What I tell you about dropping your head?”
“Sharps don’t bow to no one!” he recited and lifted his head and looked at Davidson.
I wanted to comment on what he had just said but the look on Lucas face urged me not to. I would talk to him about it when we got to my office.
“Okay well tryouts aren’t for a couple of months, but I have an AAU team that I’m hosting tryouts for in a few days.”
“Nah I’m good.” He declined, but Davidson wasn’t gonna take no for an answer.
“How about this, we play a game of 21, if I win you play, if you win I’ll let you make the decision.”
“That shit sounds like a trick,” Young said with a smirk on his face.
“Yo chill with that shit lil nigga,” Lucas said nudging Young. Again I wanted to interfere, but I would save it for another conversation.
“You ain’t got to be scared to get beat,” Davidson shrugged his shoulders, and Young let out a hearty chuckle.
“Let’s rock.” He dribbled the ball Davidson’s way, and Davidson started to guard him, but he was no match for little Young who shook him and made the first basket.
“Nice.” I cheered him on.
We watched for a while and then I nudged Lucas to follow me to my office. He gave me a skeptical stare but I a
ssured him that Young was okay with Davidson, he reluctantly followed me. My office was at the end of the long hall, I could feel his eyes watching my ass, and the numerous damns he tried to say under his breath was a clear indication.
When we got to my door, I stopped, but he kept going and ran right into the back of me. I could feel how hard his member was, I immediately started to flashback to the night he cast my body under his spell. A slight moan escaped my lips unintentionally causing a hearty chuckle to slip his.
“Damn shorty, I miss you too.” He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. I hated how he was making me feel so I burst into the office and headed straight to my desk before the knee length skirt I donned was on the floor along with my already soaked thongs.
I made it to my desk and started to pull out the paperwork needed to put Young in the program. The boys and girls club had an open door policy but for the teens to utilize the counselors we had to have the proper paperwork to cover our asses.
“Um, what are you doing?” I asked Lucas when I heard my office door lock.
“Making sure we have complete privacy,” he ran his tongue across his perfectly sculpted bottom lip, and if my thongs weren’t already soaked they were now, I was scared to stand up in fear that the back of my skirt would be wet. “You know… to talk about Young!” A sneaky smile spread across his handsome face.
His tall, athletic frame slowly stalked to where I was sitting behind my desk. For a second he just stared at me with those sexy ass bedroom eyes of his. They weren’t the cold and calculated ones that I looked into when he was in his scuffle with Bryce, now they were warm and inviting, damn near hypnotizing.
“O—okay,” I cleared my throat in an attempt to get myself together. The shit he was doing to me without laying a hand on me was unheard of, and I didn’t like it, it was dangerous, and I could see myself getting hurt because of it.
Attempting to stay on track, I began to explain to him how the counseling program that we offered worked. Avoiding eye contact with him, I explained what each paper he was gonna have to sign was.
I honestly don’t think he heard a thing I said, I could feel his eyes roaming my body before he let out a sexy chuckle.
“You’re beautiful Ocean.” His tone was thick and deep, almost as if he was telling me this while we were making love. Damn it Ocean get it together! “I love the way your eyes get chinky when you’re nervous and how you keep twitching in that got damn chair because a nigga done fucked around and got you wet. The way you keep fighting the smile that’s dying to get out. Just give in!”
His words were like a melody as they flowed through my ears, I could feel my nipples harden under my shirt even though I willed them not to. His eyes found them, and again he licked his lips.
He made his way behind the desk, unbuckling his pants along the way. I went to object, but I was too late he had made his way to me, and our lips were now touching, and his tongue was probing my lips for entrance.
The sensible side of me knew I needed to stop but there was a part of me that wanted this, I almost needed it, and that part took over, and I gave in to his touch. I submissively became his in that moment.
“Your body is perfect.” He used his hands to trace the curves of my body. When he got to my ass, he began to unzip my skirt. My hips were too wide for the skirt to just fall, so he pulled it from side to side until it hit the floor. “Damn,” He said under his breath.
Our eyes met, and I wasn’t sure of what he was looking for, but the minute he bit his lip, I knew he had found it, crashing his lips against mine he slowly began to turn me around without breaking the kiss. When he finally did his lips found the back of my neck, and I felt a warm gush between my legs. Whatever this man was doing to me I welcomed it.
He tapped my leg to get me to spread them, and I obliged. He ran his hand up my thigh until he reached my sweet spot, grabbing the crotch of my thong and snatched it off letting it fall to the ground. He brought his hand which was soaking wet to where I could see it.
“Damn ma, all this for me? Shit, you gone fuck around and make a nigga fall in love.” The honesty in his tone scared me. I didn’t want to build something off of sex, and we both had situations to deal with. I went to say something, but he leaned my head back and kissed me like he knew I was about to fuck up the mood. Just that fast he sucked me back into the world of Lucas.
With one swift motion, his thick mushroom head was at my opening trying it’s best to work its way in. I was no virgin, but my shit stayed tight, I made sure of it.
“Let me in,” he whispered in my ear, and I almost melted from the warmth of his breath. I placed my left knee on the desk to give him better access. “Fuck yes!” He moaned as he slid inside of me. “Damn!”
“Ssssssssssss,” I hissed.
It was like the minute he pushed into me we were connected in a way that I couldn’t explain. Almost like I was home for him, and he was the same for me, almost like it was meant to be. I shook those thoughts out of my head and just enjoyed another moment with him.
“You’re dangerous Ocean, real fucking dangerous.” He stated while he delivered long slow strokes to my center. Every motion he performed had a purpose, and that purpose was to please me. He handled my body with care as his masculine hands roamed my body while he took his time with me. He was taking me to a place of the unknown, I almost forgot where I was until my phone rang. It wasn’t until then that I realized where I was, and that I was having sex in my office, something I had never done. I had every notion to tell him to stop until he pulled all the way out and slammed back into me, delivering the most pleasurable pain I had ever felt.
“You gone answer that?” He said breathily. I shook my head violently, I couldn’t do it. “Is it important?” He stopped his strokes, a part of me got pissed but I was at work, and the call could be important. When I checked the caller ID I saw that it was Bryce I smacked my lips and lowered my head. “Who is it?” He started his slow stroking again. I didn’t answer him because it didn’t matter. “You can’t hear?” He began to speed up hitting shit that he shouldn’t have been able to touch. I felt my orgasm shoot through my body and before I could say anything I was coating his manhood with my juices.
“Oh, God!” I panted. It was the only thing I could get out of my mouth. I was spent, and Lucas was the culprit.
“Don’t tap out.” He whispered in my ear while removing my leg from the desk. Placing his hand on the small of my back he started moving his hips in a circular motion and then hitting me with a long stroke.
He did that combination a few times before the phone rang again. I rolled my eyes because I knew who it was. “Fucking Bryce.” I thought I said in my head but it came out, and that was a big ass mistake before I knew what happened, Lucas had picked up the phone. Shit!
Lucas
“Hello!” I picked up the phone the same time I picked up the pace of my strokes, this nigga didn’t have any manners, and he didn’t get the hint that what they had was over, her words not mine.
“Who is this?” His tone was loud and forceful, if I wasn’t who I was, I might take him seriously, but it was comical to me.
“Lucas Sharp!” I answered breathily. “The man that’s taking your place, ummmmm fuck, literally.”
I got lost in the essence of her for a minute until I heard ol’ boy on the phone yelling and screaming like a bitch.
“Oh my God Lucas.” Ocean moaned louder than she wanted because she covered her mouth after it slipped.
“Just like that Ocean, throw that ass back at me.” I taunted.
I didn’t have to, but I wanted to show that nigga that his services were no longer needed. Even though I still had shit to figure out with Kelsi’s dumb ass, I knew that I wanted Ocean and more than sexually.
“I will kill you if you touch her!” He threatened, and I released a hearty laugh.
“You too late bruh.”
“Lucas hang up the phone!” Ocean barely got out. She was spent and submissive
ly mine at the moment. She didn’t give a fuck if I hung up the phone or not she just wanted this nut that was on its way. “Damn Lucas!” Her voice was like silk flowing through the air, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.
“Listen bruh!”
“I not your fucking brother.” He yelled. “You need to stay away from my fucking wife.”
“Nah what you need to do is sign those fucking divorce papers so we can live happily ever after. She’s done with you, you fucked around and lost something good.” I felt my damn stomach start to knot up I knew I was about to nut soon and I wasn’t gone be talking to this motherfucker while I released all in her womb. “Thank you for fucking up though, if you didn’t I wouldn’t have found the one meant for me.” I chuckled and hung up in his ear while he was still cussing and shooting threats.
“Fuck I’m coming.” Ocean’s pussy gripped my dick and that was it, I was done for. The second I felt her juices coat my dick, I exploded into her not bothering to be careful.
Oceans pussy felt like heaven to me, the shit was addicting and almost to the point where I wanted to trap her. I laughed at the thought as I tried to catch my breath. I shook as the last remnants of the nut I just experienced shot through my body.
“You know you stuck with me right.” I leaned down and whispered in her ear, and he shivered under me.
“We both got too much baggage.” She panted.
“Yeah we do, but we can help each other unpack that shit.” I kissed her shoulder blade.
“Where you get that from? A Facebook meme.” She giggled, and I chuckled with her.
“That’s fucked up, a nigga trying to be sentimental and shit and you tearing me down.”
I slowly pulled out of her and threw myself in the chair that was beside us. She slowly leaned up and attempted to walk but stumbled. I laughed and then assisted her to the small ass bathroom that was in her office.
She kept a little drawer full of female shit I found some kinda wipes that smelled feminine as hell. She used them to wipe herself off and then she grabbed one and began to wipe me off.