“You’re good,” he said excitedly.
Chauncey looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“I’m good?” Chauncey asked, a little surprised. His lawyer nodded and Chauncey felt a weight instantly lifted off of his shoulders.
He was coming home.
“Congratulations Mills,” the C.O. said, lightly slapping him on the back.
And as they turned to head back to Chauncey’s cell, he was grateful that this would be his final days locked down. He was ready for his daughter, his life, Sasha, his money, his status, everything. He was ready for Atlanta.
But was Atlanta ready for him?
You sure you don’t want to come, it’s our last night,” Sasha reminded Tatum, trying to convince her to come out with them. Sasha and Jayde were dressed to kill and ready to do it up their last night on the island. But ever since Tatum had come back from her lunch with Ree, she’d been zoned out and out of it.
“No,” Tatum declined. “Ya’ll go, have fun…I’m tired.”
Sasha pouted, but then shrugged and blew her a kiss as the girls made their way out, with Tatum closing the door behind them.
About an hour after they left, Tatum was wishing that she had went with them. She couldn’t get the situation with Ree out of her mind, and she found herself wondering if he was with Trinity at that moment. I gotta get outta here.
She grabbed a towel and her swimsuit and headed out for a late night swim hoping that it would clear her head.
The water was perfect, surprisingly not too cold for an outdoor pool. Tatum kicked her legs up and backstroked, dipping her head back into the water and attempting to completely relax.
The pool was completely empty, there were no guests and no lifeguards, and the only lighting came from the track lights inside of and around the pool. Tatum was relieved.
She closed her eyes and allowed her body to float as she tried to let all of her problems drift out into the water.
She was in a state of almost complete relaxation when she heard someone clearing their throat. She popped her eyes open and lifted up quickly.
“Swimming with no lifeguard on duty… you better not let the owner catch you.”
Ree made his way to the edge of the pool and knelt down, resting his arms on his knees.
Tatum smiled lightly, slightly bashful, as she swam over to him.
“Yeah well, I’m not too worried about that…I know him.”
Ree chuckled, while he gazed at her in her small white bikini, looking so tempting.
“Is that right?”
Tatum gradually swam up in front of him, and rested her elbows on the rim of the pool.
“That’s right.”
Ree was looking so scrumptious in his grey sweats and white tee that showed off all of those tattoos that she loved. She could tell that he had probably been relaxing at home or something. So what was he doing here?
“What are you doing here?” She asked.
He looked at her in the eyes and took his time as he replied.
“Well, I was home… and I uh, realized that I left something…so I came back to get it.”
Tatum looked at him curiously.
“Did you get it?” She asked sincerely.
“I hope so.” He looked at her seriously and repeated, “I hope so, Miss Lady.”
Before any feelings could register in her, Ree slowly leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. She found herself leaning forward for more, but Ree’s strong arms gently pulled her up out of the water and to her feet.
She crossed her arms, feeling a chill and he picked up the towel and wrapped it around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He stared at her and then he leaned down and kissed her again, this time more passionately as he slowly wrapped his strong arms around her.
“Mmm,” Tatum moaned in pleasure while kissing him back, having gone too long without his kiss. She kissed him back deeply, and their tongues were reacquainted with each other as the heat between their two bodies built.
Ree gracefully moved his hands all over her, palming her soft body and Tatum was in bliss. The way he handled Tatum so delicately, you would never guess how dangerous and malicious of a man he potentially could be.
He took a detour from her lips, and licked slowly over her neck as Tatum began to cream and her nipples poked out, begging for his lips.
Tatum could feel how hard he was as his huge dick saluted her, and she couldn’t wait to feel him again. But first she had to kiss him once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing her towel to drop to the ground, and she found his lips again with hers and shoved her sweet tongue down his throat. The passion between them was crazy.
“Damn Tatum, I need you...I fucking need you.”
He kissed her face repeatedly and she closed her eyes, still holding onto him for dear life, never wanting to let go.
“My room…let’s go up to my room,” she managed to say, breathing heavily.
He reluctantly pulled away from her and shook his head lightly, trying to break his trance. Then he bent down and picked up her towel again. This time she wrapped it around her body as she smiled at him. He looked at her with lust filled eyes.
“C’mon,” he ordered sexily. And they made their way to the elevators.
First floor. Sweet tongue kisses… his hands on her back… her hands in his hair.
Second floor. His lips on her neck… her hands under his shirt…. caressing his muscular back.
Third floor. His hands on her ass… under her towel… his lips to her ear, her lips to his. I missed you. Damn, I missed you.
Fourth floor. Her legs wrapped around his back… His hands under her bikini top, caressing her breasts…. Intense, passionate kisses… Heat… Pure, unadulterated, fiery, sexual, heat.
Fifth floor. Her hands in his pants, stroking his largeness… His wet mouth wrapped around her soft mound of breast flesh… Tongue flicking, circling, dancing…yes….
By the time they made it to Tatum’s room and in the door, they were at a point of yearning that they had never reached in their lives. Tongue kissing all the way to the bed, Ree undressed her slowly, removing her towel and her bathing suit with poise.
Tatum was completely nude before she even realized it, as Ree laid her gently onto the bed. He lifted her right leg, and started at her calf, licking slowly up her leg, to her thigh as he stared her in the eyes. Tatum’s pussy pulsated as she squirmed from the pleasure. He repeated with the other, and then he reached her sweet center and used his thumbs to slowly part her second lips, breathing lightly on her before using the tip of his tongue to massage her clit. Before she knew it, Tatum was receiving that out of this world head that had mesmerized her the first time they had made love.
“Ooh, that feels so good.”
Ree cupped her ass cheeks and danced his tongue around… steady, forceful, wet, slippery, strokes of his tongue, sending her to ecstasy.
Her body tensed and she knew it was coming as she grinded against his mouth and he grinded his mouth right back against her. Her body vibrated and shook out of control and tears escaped her eyes as she came hard into his mouth.
He continued to work her over until she couldn’t stand anymore, and he kissed up her body as she pulled him up to return the favor.
Tatum wasted no time taking him into her mouth, inch by inch. He was so large, but she wanted to taste him so bad, that she relaxed her throat and tried to take as much of him in her moist, warm mouth, as she could.
Ree placed his hand lightly on the back of her head and grunted as she bobbed slowly on his dick.
“Mmm, I missed this dick so much, baby,” Tatum moaned sexily, knowing that the absence of sex, and him, in her life had her extra freaky.
Ree closed his eyes and was enthralled in pure pleasure.
“Oh, shit,” he whispered.
She slurped and sucked him slowly until he was about to explode, and then he lifted her up and carried her to the dresser, pushin
g everything off of it. He pulled out the condom he had in his sweatpants, and slid it on carefully, while looking at her beautiful face. He couldn’t wait to be inside of her.
Tatum stared Ree in the eyes, feeling the intense emotion between them. So real, that she wanted to cry. She anticipated his dick, and as he kissed her face, and tenderly worked himself into her tightness, she held firm onto him and spread her legs wider, wanting all of the painful pleasure that she could take.
“Oh god yes…” She moaned, as she felt another nut building up.
She felt so damn good to him, that he almost wanted to cum right then, but he had to make it last.
“Damn, Tatum,” he moaned in pleasure.
He stroked her slowly at first and it was pure lovemaking. And even when he sped up and hit her with deep, vicious strokes, it was still lovemaking. But it had the ferocity of fucking.
They indulged in each other for hours. Both raking up numerous orgasms, in numerous positions, and every time they thought they were spent, one would turn the other on in a way that they had to go again.
Tatum fell asleep in Ree’s arms that night, both of them exhausted, and both of them, for the first time in a long time, completely, utterly, satisfied.
“That shit was fun…them mothafuckas really know how to get it in,” Jayde exclaimed, opening the door to the suite and flipping on the lights.
“I know, but did you see that nigga with the blond dreads? He was dancing crazy as hell!” Sasha laughed hard, but she noticed Jayde had stopped laughing. She turned her attention to the kitchen where Jayde was focused, and her mouth dropped at the sight of a naked Ree and Tatum.
Sasha turned her head quick, but Jayde was frozen, taking in all of Ree, literally, before Tatum jumped in front of him. In those short seconds though, she had witnessed the Mandingo on that brother. Damn, Tatum a lucky bitch! She thought.
“What are ya‘ll doing here!” Sasha screamed, flustered and still with her head turned and eyes closed.
Tatum stood there mortified, with her hands trying to cover all of her goodies, and blocking Ree, who just chuckled in disbelief at the situation. He held his hand up to his forehead in slight embarrassment as Tatum shot back.
“What are ya‘ll doing here? I thought you guys were going out!”
“It’s four o’clock in the morning,” Sasha shrieked as she looked down and grabbed a couch pillow, throwing it their direction.
Tatum could only say ‘oh’, as the discomfort began to set in.
Jayde grinned in her drunkenness, thinking this was some treat for the night.
“Just guide me to the room,” Sasha barked.
When no one said or did anything, Sasha screamed at Jayde. “Let’s go, Jayde!”
Jayde grabbed Sasha’s hand and led her to the bedroom giggling, as Tatum turned to Ree with her mouth wide open.
“I am sooo sorry…” She began to laugh. “Oh my god, I didn’t think it was so late.”
Ree shook his head at her and smirked.
“Aw man, this is all your fault… you know that right? You the one that wanted to come out here, talking ‘bout, ‘ooh Ree, let’s do it on the balcony, let’s go in the kitchen… get the ice, Ree’.”
Tatum laughed hard as he made fun of her.
“Now look at you, got me standing out here, dick all out… now how you expect me to look them in the face?”
Tatum died laughing at him and the situation, doubling over and holding her stomach as Sasha screamed out of the bedroom.
“Go to bed, nasties!”
Ree pointed at Tatum seriously.
“See, you in trouble, now. That’s to you right there, let her know how nasty you are.”
Tatum looked at him sensuously and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You like how nasty I am, though,” she accused.
“Yeah, maybe.”
They kissed long and slow and then made their way to the bedroom to get dressed.
“So, I’m gonna see you tomorrow, right? Before you leave?”
Tatum nodded solemnly, thinking of leaving Ree, and thinking of leaving him here with Trinity.
She was so conflicted, and she felt like she was getting herself wrapped up in a twisted love triangle. But at the same time she knew that what she felt with Ree was real, and regardless of who he was occupying his time with, she knew what he felt for her was the same. In all honesty though, she was terrified of getting her heart broken. What if he really cares about this girl?
She walked him to the door, holding in all of the things she wanted to say, as she kissed him goodnight.
Tatum went to bed that night with much on her mind.
Ree walked into his home surprised to find candles illuminating the entire living and dining room area.
“Hey baby,” Trinity greeted him, dressed sexily in a red negligee. She held a bottle of champagne and two glasses in her hands.
Ree stopped at the door and ran his right hand over his face in despair. Her timing was so off.
“Hey,” he greeted her nonchalantly.
He noticed the table was adorned with strawberries and rose petals and immediately felt bad, but knew it was impossible to give her what she wanted that night. He had given it all to Tatum.
Trinity noticed the void look in his face and frowned slightly.
“What’s wrong, Sean …you don’t like it?” She had dozed off waiting for him earlier and had rushed to relight the candles and get prepared again when she heard his car pull up. Now he seemed unfazed by her gesture.
Ree felt horrible. A part of him really did care for Trinity.
And had Tatum not sneaked back into his heart, Trinity would have eventually won it by default.
All of these emotional conflicts were new to a man who honestly had never given a fuck before.
“No, I like it…I love it,” he lied, making his way over to her. “I just…I just had a long night. I’m sorry, Trini.” He looked her in her pretty and disappointed eyes and kissed her softly on the forehead, before walking past her and to the bedroom.
Trinity immediately smelled the Escada perfume on him. The same perfume he had purchased for her but she never wore, because she hated it.
She closed her eyes tight and fought back the tears.
Don’t you cry. Trinity, don’t you cry.
But she was already crying.
“Aw shit, they done fucked up now!”
Chauncey coolly bopped out of the large metal gates with a confident smirk. He walked up and greeted his right hand man, E, with a hood handshake turned into a manly hug.
“You sure they let you out?” E joked, looking at Chauncey skeptically. “I left the car running just in case.”
“Fuck you, nigga,” Chauncey shot back, taking in a deep breath of new freedom.
They made their way to E’s black on black Benz.
“Nah, I’m saying tho’, you like two weeks early out this bitch,” E noted, climbing all 300 pounds of himself in the driver’s seat.
Chauncey slid in the passenger, missing the quality feel of leather against his skin, missing the quality feel of luxury. He shrugged.
“What can I say my nigga, the power of the M.O.N.E.Y,” he replied, remixing Jay Z’s lyrics. E nodded, knowing just what he meant. “Now get me the fuck outta here.”
They took off headed for the NJ Turnpike, with their immediate future plans in the talks.
“What’s these for?” Chauncey asked, as E tossed him a set of keys.
“That’s the crib, it’s done… I told you I’d have it ready.”
Chauncey smiled, thinking of his new Atlanta home, and wondering if Sasha and Aubrey would approve. Now that he was home, he had every intention on spoiling his princess, both of them.
“It’s a house right?” Chauncey asked jokingly. “Not a condo, a townhouse, a fucking loft-”
E cut him off.
“Nigga, do I look like an idiot? You said a fucking house, I know what a house is.”
Ch
auncey had to make sure he had a home, with enough room for his family.
“Alright, good looking.”
Chauncey suddenly became serious and looked over at E.
“What about that other thing, you got that all set up?”
E nodded, turning down the 50 cent mixtape he had playing.
“The ATL is all ready. I showed ‘em what we was working with…they appreciate the quality and the price. So business is as good as done. Got about three major, major clients set up.”
Chauncey nodded, thinking of how lucky he was to have Ree’s connect, or connections he should say. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same without his old boss, but he was planning on doing him justice, filling his shoes and making some major paper. He couldn’t help but to notice the slight apprehension in E’s voice with his next question.
“But Chaunc, don’t you think we might be ruffling a few feathers? …I know you wanna be down there for your seed and all, but we ‘bout to have a lot of muhfuckas mad with all the shit we bringing down there…I mean I’m wit’ you and all, I told you, but-”
Chauncey cut him off aggressively.
“Fuck them down south niggas. If they smart, they’ll get down…and if they not, sorry for ‘em. You can’t make no real money without pissing muhfuckas off, E. I know you know that.” Chauncey pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the cool smoke deeply and reclining his seat. His fitted hat was pulled low over his deep waves and his face was scruffy, in need of a shape up.
“And I don’t wanna be down there,” he added. He looked out of the window and thought of Mike playing house with his two girls and it made his jaw clench up. “I need to be down there.”
E nodded understandingly, and continued to drive. He said he was wit’ him, and that’s exactly what he meant.
A new town, a new state, a new day, a new year, and a new boss. Let’s get it!
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