"Kadar, you tripping over nothing." Kadar kissed my neck and bit down gently on my ear. His hands slid up my stomach and squeezed my nipples through my lace bra. I bit down on my bottom lip and moaned.
"Nah, you got too much ass to be wearing that. Angel was looking all at my shit. If I catch him doing that shit again, we gon’ have a fucking problem," he mumbled and started sucking hard onto the side of my neck while his hands twerked my nipples. Just from nipple stimulation, I could cum, but I didn’t wanna cum like this standing up in a kitchen.
"Baby...not here," I managed to get out. Kadar stopped and pulled me away from the blender and out of the room. He took me into the laundry room and shut the door. He locked it and grabbed my face.
"You haven’t been wearing my ring or nothing. You really being a bad girl, O," he said and spun me around. He bent me over the dryer and slapped me hard as hell on my ass.
"Shit!" I yelled getting extremely wet.
“Shut that shit up, O!”
Kadar slapped my ass again and yanked my shorts down. He put me on top of the dryer and literally stuck his whole face in my ass. His tongue found my opening and he slowly rolled the tip around. He stuck it in and I tossed it back at him. He slapped my ass hard as hell as I fucked his tongue. My legs started to shake as he rubbed his thumb against my ass and shoved his tongue as deep inside me as it could go.
"Oh baby!" I yelled and started cumming. Kadar's tongue worked me until I started seeing stars. My legs shook and my juices flowed onto his tongue. Damn. I whimpered as he slid his tongue up to flick at my clitoris.
"You good, O?" he asked pulling me down. I tried to stand up and my legs wobbled. Kadar chuckled and grabbed a towel off of the rack from against the wall. He wet it slowly then washed me off before cleaning his face. He put it in the bin and pulled me into a hug.
"Aamil is all fucked up ma. We probably won’t be home again tonight. We have to find Drew. How has that Mina bitch been acting?" I shook my head trying to clear it out. Shit after all of that, I had dick on my mind.
"Good I guess, all she fucking does is cry all day. She's afraid to come out of her room because Sophie and Erin keep threatening to fuck her up. Honestly, I don’t think she's a problem though. Luke, Sariel, and I watch her like a hawk. She hasn’t done anything."
"Alright bet. I still don't trust her so keep your guard up. I'll be back when I can. I love you," he said looking me in the eyes. I looked up into his eyes and stared at him for a minute. With so much going on, we hadn't had time to even focus on each other and our problems, but I knew that I still loved him and it did feel good to have him home.
"I love you too," I said and he smiled. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips still having traces of my arousal on him. He slapped my ass before walking out of the room. I put my bottoms back on and walked out. I bumped right into Angel as he walked by with the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen. She looked to be Sophie and Ameer's son Ahmad's age. I ignored how sexy Angel was looking at looked down at the young beauty.
"Hi, how are you beautiful?" She looked up at me with these gorgeous chestnut colored eyes and smiled.
"Hi! I'm Pia nice to meet you," she said smiling from ear to ear. Something caught her attention making her run down the hall. I looked harder and saw Ahmad near the stairs waiting on her. I shook my head at the trouble I knew he was about to get her into and I turned my attention to Angel. Damn why did I do that? Dressed in blue distressed jeans with a white, collared, short sleeves shirt he looked so good that I was getting wet again only Kadar wasn’t the reason why. That fact alone had me feeling bad for even thinking about him in that way.
"My kids are here. They have a nanny and they will be leaving in a few hours. My house is ready so my time is up or as Kadar put it, it’s not enough room in the house for all of us. I get it though. A home filled with such beautiful women, I guess I would be selective as well as to who could stay here." I shifted from one foot to the next feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. Damn Kadar had checked his ass that quick? Angel leaned closer to me and he gently touched the bottom of my cheek.
"The last thing I’m here to do is cause problems for you or for me. You take it easy beautiful with the red nails." He smiled and walked away.
I stood feet planted in my spot as his scent lingered in the air around me. I knew nothing about this man other than his name, but he affected me in ways that Kadar wasn’t right now and I wasn’t sure why. I'm not the type of woman to just be all over a nigga, so to be feeling Angel like this had me worried. I should be feeling my so called fiancé. I had to get my shit together; hell, I wasn’t even wearing Kadar's ring and his simple ass hadn’t even asked me to put it back on. Absentmindedly, I looked down at my nails and smiled. I had painted them red the night before and Angel noticed. Yeah, it was good his ass was leaving. He was looking at me way too hard.
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"Wow, look at all of these beautiful babies," Sariel, Luke's wife said glancing around the living room. Sariel was like Sophie, Erin, and Drew's surrogate mother I guess in a way she had become mine as well. I loved her more than I loved my own mother.
I looked around the spacious room and smiled. The room was filled with the kids and she was right they were all beautiful. Aamilah and Soraya played on the floor with toys while KJ took a nap on his blanket. Ahmad and Pia, Angel's daughter played a game on the Wii U then there was the smaller babies. Shad laid in his bassinet while Bella played in Sophie's arms and Ameerah chewed on her food in her baby seat. We were some very fertile ass motherfuckas, that couldn’t be denied.
"Yes, we gotta get on birth control ASAP," I said and all of us started laughing. I looked across the room at Erin and she sat by the large bay window with silent tears falling down her face. I knew she was hurting and I felt bad because I hadn’t been out in the streets like I should have been looking for Drew. Kadar asked me to watch Mina, so I had been here doing just that.
"Is it okay if I sit down?" Mina asked stepping into the room. Erin groaned while Sophie stopped smiling. I didn’t want the situation to get out of control in front of the kids, so I stood up.
"Mina, we’re really trying to work with you but ill feelings will always be there. You did a lot of shit to Drew and that can’t go unnoticed." Mina tugged her robe to her now slim body. She hadn’t been eating since she got here. Hell I guess she was scared we were going to poison her.
"I was hurt and I was jealous. I can admit that. My mother is dead and my kids are missing. All I want is a fucking break," she snapped back with an attitude.
"Bitch," Erin said jumping up. Ahmad and Pia looked up away from the game as I rushed over to Erin.
"Erin not in front of the kids," I whispered wondering when I became the fucking voice of reason. I used to be the one popping off. I guess kids really did change you.
"I swear I’m going fucking crazy and now a bitch that hates my fucking sister is living with me while she's gone. This shit ain’t right and I don’t trust this bitch," she said through gritted teeth trying to break free from my hold. I managed to pull Erin out of the room. I took her into the den and she broke down crying. I stood still for a moment not sure what to do until she hugged me. Erin and I never got along, but I was human. I felt her pain because I had come close to losing my sister and the shit damn near gutted me.
"I can’t lose her. I just can’t...It’s hard to even look at her kids and know she's not here. She doesn’t deserve this," Erin cried into my shirt. I hugged her as tight as I could and allowed for her to vent. "I already lost my mother. I just can’t lose her too. I can't," she said and cried harder.
"I'm sorry this is happening I really am. I know they will find her," I said trying to reassure her. Erin nodded and eventually pulled back. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and laughed.
"I'm sorry I don’t know where the fuck that even came from. I mean shit I don’t like you and you don’t like me right?" she asked with a playful smile. I smiled agreeing with her.
"Ex
actly we fucking hate each other," I replied. Erin laughed and walked out of the room. I went to walk out of the room and I thought about something that had been gnawing at me for a little while now. I had fucked up and that had ultimately ended with Erin getting hurt and my little sister getting shot. At the time, I switched out the drug my sister needed for Erin just being a bitch. The drug I gave her was something much weaker and would take forever to kick in. That one thing put them in a fucked up situation and I almost lost my sister behind it. I'd wanted to tell her a million times, but I just hadn’t found the right words to say I was sorry. I guess a big part of me knew that she would never forgive me for it.
"Hey we’re about to order Chinese food, you want something?" Erin asked poking her head into the den. I looked at her and wondered how she would react to my secret. I imagined her jumping on me ready to fuck me up and I laughed because that was the only way she could respond to that truth.
"Uh yeah...I'm hungry as hell," I said and followed her out of the room. I wanted to apologize and say sorry, but even then, I knew she would never forgive me. Sadly, that would be one thing I would have to take to the grave with me.
Chapter Six
Aamil
"Look y'all niggas can think what y'all want, but this shit is serious and when I say I'm not fucking playing around I mean it! We done waited on this nigga to pop up for days and he hasn’t, but we have seen his moms go in and out of the fucking crib. I'm not into hurting old women, but my fucking wife is missing and this nigga has Mina's fucking kids too. Drew is my main fucking priority. When I told my daughter I was not coming back home without mommy, I meant that shit."
"So what the fuck do you want us to do?" Ameer asked blowing smoke out of his mouth. I dragged my hands over my face and looked out of the window at Stretch's mother’s house. How far was I willing to go to get some answers? Shit for Drew I was willing to take this shit as for as it fucking needed to go.
"Look Angel and Kadar is following up on Royce, but we gotta make a move too. We gon’ run up in there and make her call him. If he don’t pick up, then we gon’ chill in that bitch until he shows up. One way or another we getting some fucking answers. I'm not going back to that fucking cabin without my wife!" I said and hit the middle console. Ameer patted my back trying to calm me down.
"And we not asking you to. You hurt we hurt. Let's go get some fucking answers nigga," he said and climbed out of the car. He threw his hood on concealing his whole face and seconds later, Kasam and I followed behind him mimicking his moves. We jogged across the street and walked into Stretch's mother’s backyard. Ameer popped the lock easily to her backdoor and slowly we walked in. We all pulled out our guns and could hear talking from the living room. The house was a simple two-story home with outdated furniture and she had that damn mothball smell in her shit that had my nose itching.
"Man my fucking clothes gon’ be smelling like this. We done stepped onto the fucking set of Good-Times and shit," Kasam complained as we stood in the kitchen waiting on her to end her call. I chuckled under my breath and looked around the room. I spotted the phone base and walked over to it. I pulled the cord out of the wall and the green light went out on the base.
"What the hell," she said out loud in an irritated voice. We heard the floor creak as she made her way down the hall so I leaned across the stove waiting on her to enter the kitchen. Kasam and Ameer now sat down at her small glass kitchen table. She slowly walked into the room looking like an older version of Vivica Fox and I could see my brothers look at her ass. No lie for an older woman she was stacked like a motherfucka. She looked at my brothers and me and her face fell. She took a step back and looked back down the hall.
"Come on, you know you wouldn’t get far," I warned her. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at me.
"If you looking for my son he isn’t here. The little nigga owes me $2000 so his ass been ducking and dodging me."
"Well, he done really gotten himself into some shit, so you’re gonna have to find a way to get his ass over here," Ameer said looking at her. She looked at him and smiled. This old bitch.
"And how will I do that sexy eyes? He's not even taking my calls." Ameer laughed and stroked his beard. I knew he was on the straight and narrow path since marrying Sophie, but back in the day, his ass would have definitely popped her shit wide open.
"If you wanna make it up out of this house alive Vivica then you gon’ make that call," he replied and we all started laughing. She looked at us with a frown on her face.
"I'll see what I can do and my name is not no damn Vivica. That bitch wish she looked like me," she said and turned around. We all watched her ass sway from side to side as she disappeared down the hall. I decided to follow after her; she was a slick ass older lady. Her ass might have a fucking gun stashed somewhere or some shit.
The minute I stepped into the living room my damn eyes bulged out of my head. It was covered in purple and that shit was bright as fuck. She had purple walls with purple carpet and crushed velvet purple sofas. I watched her grabbed her phone and I shook my head. This was some tacky ass shit right here.
"Aye plug that cord back up and come see this shit!" I yelled to my brothers. Vivica looked at me as she lit up a skinny ass joint. Her body looked so young, but I could tell this bitch had some years on her, still I was curious to know just how old she was.
"How old are you?" She smiled and licked her lips.
"Old enough to have grown woman bills, but young enough to show you what it’s like to fuck a real woman. Drain them balls without batting an eyelash," she replied.
"Goootttt damn! We standing in the motherfucking pimp from "I'm Gon Get You Suckas” living room right now. Shit my fucking eyes is burning in this bitch," Kasam said stepping into the room. “Who the fuck is Stretch daddy, Barney? You got all of this Family Dollar décor shit in your fucking living room. Walking in the kitchen like you was that bitch. Your body might look thirty, but you got to be around sixty liking shit like this,” he ranted going off on her. Ameer chuckled while Vivica glared at us.
"Y'all little niggas don’t know shit! Now how in the hell am I supposed to have him come here?" she asked. I guess the simplest way would have been for us to call him on that bogus ass number he gave Mina’s best friend, but I knew that shit was a set-up. The minute Luke came back with the message I knew what was up. Nah we were going to get that nigga on our terms. Fuck that bullshit he was talking about. Asking for money for his own fucking kids. He was a hoe ass nigga.
"Tell him that Mina is here," I said knowing just what would bring his ass on. Vivica's face tightened at the mention of Mina's name.
"That gold digging bitch? So she sent y'all huh?" Ameer sat down next to Vivica and looked at her. She relaxed under his gaze like she was his bitch. This nigga had her ass trained already.
"Mina has nothing to do with this. This some serious shit and even though we laughing and joking around, this shit is not a game. If you can't get him to come over here then that’s going to be a major fucking problem for you. Do you really get what we saying?" he asked leaning towards her. She started to breathe hard as she slowly nodded. She picked up the phone and dialed a number. A few seconds later, she started talking.
"Look you know I'm mad at you about the money, but this is serious, Samuel. Mina is over here and she's asking about you, what should I do?" she asked on his voicemail. She ended the call and called him back two times before she sat her cordless phone down onto her coffee table.
"He'll call back," she said quietly and grabbed the remote. Ameer and Kasam watched TV with her while I walked to the back of the house. I went into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I pulled my blunt out of my pocket and lit it up. My mind drifted off with each pull that I took from it as I thought about the first time we had sex. It was the night Sophie had gotten kidnapped and shit was crazy as fuck, but before all of that happened, Drew and I fucked and that shit was forever embedded in my brain.
“Damn, Drew, you look
so fucking beautiful. Shit you always do though. A nigga horny bae and the only pussy that’s going to quench my thirst is yours. I gotta have you,” I said and started kissing her on the neck. Her head fell to the side to give me better access and I sucked on it harder. I massaged her back before slowly sliding around to her breast. Drew grinded on my lap while I squeezed them and played with her nipples. I was hard as fuck and ready to slide up inside of her. I needed more so I pulled one of her breast out the top of her dress and started sucking on her nipple. Drew moaned and grabbed my head.
“Ahh. Shit, Aamil,” she said with a moan. She ripped the buttons on my shirt and pulled it open. Drew rubbed my chest as I flicked my tongue at her nipple. She quickly unbuckled my pants and pulled out my dick. As she rose up on me, I stuck two fingers inside of her because I knew she needed to stretch. No matter who she fucked with before me, they wasn't on my level and I wasn't trying to hurt her at all. I wanted this to be good for the both of us. I looked up at her face as she rode my fingers and I had all type of feelings wash over me.
I fucking hated Drew when she first came to live with me, but now I couldn't imagine my life without her. She was complicated, angry most of the time, but she was also mine. I would fuck anybody up that said anything different.
“Give me that tongue baby,” I said having to kiss her. She leaned towards me and I kissed her hard on the lips sticking my tongue into her mouth while still fucking her with my fingers. I rubbed the pad of my thumb against her clit and she lost it. Her juices rained down on my fingers and she yelled into my mouth. I pulled my fingers out of her and sat her on my dick. Drew sat still with a mixture of pain and pleasure written on her face as my dick sat seated inside of her tight ass pussy.
"Shit you feel so fucking good bae," I told her holding her hips. Drew smiled at me, but I could tell she was in pain. I kissed her to take her mind off of it and slowly started to move her up and down on me. She had been begging me for the dick and now her ass couldn't even take it. I smiled looking at her.
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