Where My Loyalties Lie 3

by K. C. Mills

  The second he rounded the corner to the hallway his body collided with Joy’s which made him grin. He grabbed her arms to stop her from stumbling back from the force of their contact.

  “You looking for me?” Logic asked, still holding onto Joy’s arms.

  “Depends, were you looking for me?”

  “Maybe.”

  “This is weird, it feels weird,” Joy admitted. She had been struggling with the idea of them being there together but not talking. They didn't argue much and when they did, it never lasted long.

  “Then stop being mad at me and let me come lay down with you.”

  Logic released Joy’s arms and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her body into his. He lowered his head so that their foreheads pressed gently together and just stared into her eyes.

  “I’m not mad at you, and it’s your apartment. I can’t tell you where to go in it.”

  “I need you right now, fuck all that other shit. It's not important, so can we be over this?”

  Joy smiled softly at the fact that he needed her. “Yes.”

  Logic looked down at Joy and slowly moved his hand up her back to her neck. He gently gripped it before his lips connected with hers.

  “Look, I don't give a fuck who gets in your face or has a confession about something they think they have with me. It's all bullshit. This right here is the truth, so don't let anyone make you think any different. You got me, Joy. I promise you that. There’s not a chance in hell that anyone else can touch that. So don't be out there on that bullshit showing your ass because some hoe is in her feelings about me. I don’t give a fuck, and you shouldn’t either. We good on that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Now can we go lay down so that I can slide up in this?”

  Logic grinned as his hand moved between Joy’s legs, but she caught his wrist.

  “We can go lay down so that we can go to sleep. You're on a temporary hold after earlier, and you know why.”

  Logic kissed Joy on the neck and then laughed, “Yeah, aight, but trust me, that shit better be temporary. You can't be holding out on me.”

  Joy rolled her eyes as he took her hand and the two made their way to his bedroom. She was still sore from earlier and not about to even consider making that worse. After the two got comfortable, Logic made sure Joy’s body was wrapped around his, with his face nuzzled in her neck. Just that quickly he was at peace. The fruity scent that clung to her skin, and the rhythm of her heartbeat were like heaven to him, and exactly what he needed. It didn't take long for the two to be out.

  -8-

  Najah had been sitting alone in Gotti's bedroom since they got in from the club. He hadn't really said much to her the entire drive to his house, and when they got there, it was the same. Aside from him getting her stuff to shower with and one of his t-shirts to wear when she was done, they hadn't really been near each other. He was in the living room on the phone while she was in his room. She could tell from the conversation that it was business, but she was still annoyed that he was ignoring her. Why the hell did he want her to come home with him if all he was going to do was talk on the phone and ignore her all night?

  If he was upset about the whole club thing, then he didn't have a right to be. She wasn't his girl, which meant that he didn't have a right to be upset about her behavior. Even knowing that, it was driving her crazy that he was ignoring her, so after fighting it as long as she could, she crawled off his bed and went to find him.

  When she entered his living room, she found him on the sofa, leaned back with one arm folded above his head while he rolled sections of his short spike dreads between his fingers. His chest was bare, exposing tattoo covered muscles that flexed with the movement of his arm above his head. His other hand was deep inside the sweatpants he wore while he held his phone in place with his shoulder.

  She walked over to him and stopped a few feet away, arms folded and just stared at him. It took him a minute to acknowledge her presence, which he did on purpose.

  “Yo, Chevy, let me hit you back,” Gotti said while his eyes roamed Najah’s body.

  He kept his expression neutral, but he wanted to smile at the way his oversized shirt swallowed her small frame. He also knew that there was nothing under it because the boxers he offered her wouldn't stay up around her waist no matter how many times she rolled the waist band.

  Once he finished the call, he dropped his phone in his lap. He didn't bother to remove the hand that was in his sweatpants because his erection was growing, and he was trying to keep it under control.

  “I think I’m just going to head home. I mean, it seems like you’re busy.”

  Gotti didn't say anything while his eyes continued to roam her body, which had Najah feeling uncomfortable. She began to fidget with the hem of his shirt, while she adjusted her weight from foot to foot.

  “You wanna leave?” he asked when he finally spoke up.

  “If you’re going to keep ignoring me, then yeah,” Najah said with a massive attitude.

  Gotti chuckled and removed his hand from his sweatpants. Najah's eyes followed his movement and damn near popped out her head when she noticed the imprint that he had left exposed.

  “Come here,” he commanded.

  She frowned a little before she moved and positioned herself between his legs. Gotti leaned forward enough to grab her waist and then pulled her down onto the couch next to him. He adjusted her body, lowering her on her back, and took both her thighs, moving his hands across her skin until they reached her waist again.

  Najah just stared at him, not knowing what to expect. When he lowered his head between her legs and spread her thighs, she damn near lost it.

  Just like that, his tongue was invading her center and digging in like he was on a mission. He kissed, sucked, and licked every inch while her eyes rolled back in her head and she bit her lip, trying to control the urge to scream out. Instead, she tried to push him away by placing her hands on his shoulders, but it was pointless. His large hands held her firmly in place, showing no mercy. When he eventually lifted his head and she felt like she had a moment of relief, his fingers entered her and he began to suck on her swollen clit.

  Najah was done for. She gave up and turned her body over to him. Within minutes of giving him control, she felt a wave hit her and she released so hard that every muscle in her body ached from being so tight. Afterward, she lay there panting with her eyes closed, trying to get a grip. She was afraid to open them because she could feel Gotti staring at her.

  When she eventually did, she was right, his eyes were on her and his expression was hard, making the situation more uncomfortable. She yanked at the hem of the shirt she was wearing to cover herself and scooted back.

  “You still wanna go home?” he asked as he stood and looked at her, still with no real readable expression.

  “Is that why I’m here?”

  He laughed arrogantly. “Nah, you're here because I wanted you near me. That shit right there was because a I needed to make a point.”

  “And what point is that?”

  “Do you like how I make you feel?”

  Najh looked at him like he was crazy. She was starting to question his sanity. He was all over the place with the way he was acting.

  “Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?” she said and rolled her eyes, annoyed that he was acting so unpredictable.

  “It has to do with everything. Your little ass was in that damn club going hard for Joy about some bullshit that you weren't even involved in. That was your brother and Joy’s shit, so how the fuck you gonna act when some female fronts you about me? When she gets in your damn face questioning you because she liked the way I used to make her feel. I’m not with all that hood shit, Najah.”

  She didn't know how to respond, so she didn't, but he did.

  “That’s exactly why I said you need to get your head right before I fuck with you. ’Cause once I give you all of me, everything changes, and I’m not fucking with you if you can'
t handle that.”

  “I can handle it,” Najah said, looking him right in his eyes. She knew her temper and she knew from past experiences with Fezz that she was likely telling a lie, but she wanted Gotti, and wasn't about to let him walk away.

  “I hope you mean that shit because I’m dead ass. I'm not fucking around with all that drama and nonsense. If you with me then you know you with me, and nobody should be able to make you question that.”

  Najah scooted to the edge of the sofa before she let her feet hit the floor and stood.

  “Fine, but don't take that to mean that you can be doing shit behind my back just because you expect me not to question you. I’m not going to be anybody’s fool.” She sighed.

  Gotti smiled and pulled her to him. He towered over her, which he loved. Gotti had always had a thing for short women.

  “I’m not a cheater, ma. If I’m riding with you, I’m riding with you. Not saying I’m perfect, and I might fuck up from time to time, but if you’re loyal to me then I got you. That's all you need to know.”

  Najah smiled as she looked up into his eyes. His words were sincere and she believed him, so for now, she was giving him a chance.

  “Now, you still wanna leave?” Gotti asked with a smirk.

  “And what if I do?”

  He laughed. “Man, fuck that. We’re about to go to bed. I’m tired as fuck, and I know your ass don't wanna go nowhere.”

  Gotti lifted Najah off the ground and she secured her legs around his waist. He held her in place with ease before kissing her neck and then her lips. He carried Najah to his room, where he placed her on this bed and then stepped out of his sweat pants.

  “You still don't get this shit until I know you're ready, so keep your hands to yourself.”

  Gotti winked before he firmly grasped what was pressed against his thigh.

  Najah rolled her eyes and crawled to the top of his bed. She pulled the covers back and then positioned her body underneath them.

  After he was in bed next to her, he pulled her body against his chest and slid his hand between her thighs. Just like that, he was caressing her again, rubbing and stroking her insides, letting his fingers glide in and out of her. Najah closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch. After a few minutes, his motions slowed down and then stopped. Najah could feel his breathing slowing down, so she knew he had gone to sleep.

  She rolled her eyes and tried to move his hand, but he held it in place. “Chill, man,” he mumbled against her neck, so she let it go.

  “This fool is about to go to sleep with his fingers in my shit,” she whispered and sighed.

  After a few minutes passed, Gotti spoke again. His voice vibrated against her back, startling her because she was almost asleep and assumed he was too.

  “You said you riding with me, so this is my shit. I’ll leave them bitches wherever the fuck I want, now take your ass to sleep.”

  She laughed and shook her head. What was she supposed to say to that?

  *****

  Logic watched Joy as she moved around his room gathering all of her things. She had stuff everywhere, which he was still getting used to, but he didn't mind. The tiny shorts she was wearing held his attention while he was supposed to be counting money. It was on the floor in front of him in neatly stacked piles.

  “Why do you keep so much cash here?” Joy asked, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.

  His eyes moved up her legs right to her center before he bit his bottom lip.

  “I just do. I get income from Intrigued, so that shit goes in the bank, but I can't really justify having this much cash. I put it in the bank in small amounts so that it doesn’t draw too much attention.”

  Joy eyed the stacks of green fifties, hundreds, tens, ones and fives. She knew it was a lot. But she was curious about just how much, so that was her next question.

  “How much is that?” Joy asked.

  “Why, you gone hit me for it?” Logic asked with a grin.

  A smirk formed as she stared down at him. “If I was going to steal from you I would have done that already. You gave me the code to your safe, remember?”

  Logic chuckled. “Maybe I changed that shit already. I might not trust you.”

  “You trust me, or I wouldn't be here. So no, I’m not going to hit you for it. I have my own money. I don't need yours.”

  He smiled at how arrogantly she was speaking. “Chill, I know you do, but that little ass teacher’s salary can't touch this.”

  “How much?”

  “All together? Half a mil.”

  Joy’s eyes bucked as she looked down to recheck the piles of cash. “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “I don't know, that's a lot of money.”

  “It don't mean shit. It's just money. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like having it, but I don't get caught up in it. I wanna buy a house though.” Logic watched Joy’s face at the mention of buying a house. Technically, she was the inspiration behind it, so he was curious about how she would react.

  He had been thinking about it for a minute, but things had been so crazy that there was never time to process it. Logic wasn't flashy; he liked nice things, but it didn't move him one way or another. The only reason he was considering the purchase of a house was because of Joy. He had paid her rent for the remainder of her lease since she spent most of her time at his place.

  His apartment was small as hell, and he felt like Joy deserved more. She never complained. In fact, she seemed content with being at his place. But even if she was, he wanted her to have more than just his tiny ass apartment. The fact that she never complained made him want it for her even more.

  “A house?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, why the fuck you say it like that?” Joy’s tone was more questioning than confirming.

  She grinned and shrugged. “I don't know. You just seem happy like you are. It doesn’t really seem like your thing.”

  “There you go with that shit again. What’s my thing, Joy?” He looked up at her and smiled.

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Nah, I don't. Explain.” He was only teasing; he knew what she meant.

  “I mean you don't spend a lot of money, and you’re just kind of you. You have nice things, your clothes are expensive, but not in an over the top kind of way, and I don't know…”

  “You calling me cheap, Joy?” Logic stood and positioned his body in front of hers but didn't touch her.

  She laughed. “No, not at all. You're just not all about material stuff. I like that.”

  “You like that, huh?”

  This time his hands gripped her waist and he stepped to her.

  “Yeah, I do. I like a lot of things about you.”

  “Care to elaborate?” A smile spread across his face.

  “Nope,” she teased.

  “That's not working for me, though,” he said as his hands began to explore her body.

  “How about I show you?”

  Joy grinned and slid her hand into Logic’s boxers. Once she found what she was looking for, she backed him toward the bed until he lowered his body against it. With her kneeling in front of him, she took him into her mouth and began to caress his manhood with her lips and tongue.

  “Oh shit, Joy,” Logic moaned as his fingers tangled in her hair.

  When he felt the head hit the back of her throat, he grabbed a fist full of her hair, trying to control what he was feeling. It was only the third time she had pleased him, but after the second, when he guided and instructed her on how to satisfy him, she had quickly become an expert. Joy still struggled with his size a little, but he damn sure wasn't going to complain.

  Logic lifted his head just enough to see Joy’s mouth moving up and down his length. That did something to him because his nut was surfing fast and strong. He pushed her away and covered his throbbing erection with his hand, releasing so strong that it took him a minute before he could even move. He lay there with his hand covering his manhood, eyes close
d, slowly recovering.

  When his eyes eventually opened, Joy was watching him with a grin, which made him laugh.

  “You think that shit is cute huh?” he asked, lifting his head just a little before letting it hit the bed again.

  Joy smiled and left the room. She returned shortly after with a warm washcloth that she used to clean him up with. Once she was done, she tossed it on the dresser and then straddled his lap.

  “How was that?” she questioned.

  “Do you really have to ask?”

  She shrugged and then leaned down to kiss him. After tugging slightly on his lips, she grinned. “Yeah.”

  Logic laughed. “You keep that shit up and not only will I buy you a house, but anything else you want too.” He lifted his head to kiss her again.

  “You don’t have to buy me things because of that. I just want you to be happy.” Joy bit her bottom lip and stared at him.

  “I know that, and I am. I’m buying us a house because we can’t have a family in this little ass shit.” Logic winked at Joy and grinned.

  “Family? Who says I want a family?”

  “I did.” His hand moved under her shirt and rested on her stomach. “You’re having my baby, Joy. We already discussed that shit.

  “Not we, you.” Joy pointed to Logic and she laughed.

  “Your memory is a little cloudy, but it doesn't matter. My baby will be in here soon.” His hand moved across her stomach as he smiled thinking about it.

  Joy shoved his hand away and lifted her body from his. “Jury’s still out on that one.” She lifted the pile of clothes that she had collected from around his room and dumped them in the hamper.

  “Yeah, aight. We’ll see about that,” Logic said as he sat up to finish counting his money.

  Joy's just shook her head and smiled. She knew he was serious, even if she wasn't. For now, she wasn't in any hurry to have a baby. Things were good with them and she liked it that way.

  -9-

  Rah drove through the streets of Atlanta in the Range that Marilyn had allowed him to use, feeling at ease. He had been out of jail for a week and should have been gone, but Marilyn had him living like a king, and he wasn't quite ready to let go of that just yet. She had him up in an expensive ass suite downtown, access to an unlimited supply of cash, and driving around in a brand new Range. Why the hell should he be in a hurry to let that go?