Love Will Lead You Back (8 page)

              “Lift up a little.” She asked, and I did to let her get my stuff off. I kept playing the game like she wasn’t on her knees in between my legs.

              “Oh shittttt, B.” I dropped the remote and fell back when I felt her take me in her wet mouth. I watched her head go up and down and her hands jerk me. She spit on the tip and went down licking under my balls. She went close to my ass but not enough for me to feel violated.

              “You like it.” She asked, looking at me while she hummed on my balls. I had my hands on her head and made love to her face. I wasn’t ramming it in like I do to Yolanda or any other chick. I didn’t know how to treat B like shit when it came to sex like I did others.

              “I love it, Ma. You trying to make me cum? Shit.”

              “If that’s what you want. Just ask.”

              “Make me cum, B. Suck that dick. Yea, just like that.” And within minutes, she let me cum down her throat. Her jaws went in and out while she sucked the life out of me. She stood up and bent over in front of me with her pussy in my face. “That’s what you want, Ma.” I smacked her ass and smiled.

              “Yup. First your mouth, then that dick.”

              “You got some shit with you, but I’m game.” I dove headfirst licking from her ass to her pussy. Her body started shaking and jerking after the last one. “You good, Ma.” I stood up getting ready to put my dick inside her.

              “Yea, baby. My pussy is waiting for that dick; stop playing.”

              “Why is that?” I played around her hole. She kept trying to push herself back on it.

              “I missed it Monty.” She stood up with her back to me while getting poked in the ass. She turned around to kiss me and that was it. That love feeling was coming back. I guess what they say about kissing bringing emotions is really true. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom that was usually off limits even to Yolanda. I fucked her everywhere but my bed. I always told her I didn’t want cum on my sheets. I laid B down and went to enter until she stopped me.

              “Monty, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

              “I’m good B.”

              “I don’t want you to make love to me, then up and leave and not speak to me for two months. I rather we stop now and stay cool.”

              “B, I’m not leaving, because this is my house, and I promise to remain cool with you.”

              “You better.” I smiled and pushed my way inside. She was tight just like the first time we slept together.

              “B, you haven’t been with anyone?” I asked stroking her.

              “No. I was waiting for you, but you were acting like it wasn’t shit to cut a bitch off.” I chuckled a bit and dug deeper.

              I loved the way her pussy felt wrapped around my dick. It felt like it was supposed to be there. We had each other moaning all night. I didn’t plan on falling in love with her, but it was evident now that that’s exactly what I was feeling for her. I guess all I could do was embrace it and hope she felt the same.

              “Do you want me to leave?” She asked. I laid behind her with my arms wrapped around her.

              “Nah. I want you to stay. Do you want to leave?”

              “I haven’t seen you in so long I think I’ll stay a little longer just in case this is my last time again for a few months.” I turned her over.

              “What’s really good, Ma?”

              “What do you mean?”

              “I’m saying, you have this nigga mentality and put me in my place a few times. Then, I give you space, and you tell me you missed me, but you didn’t reach out to me. Now, we just made love for hours, and you’re asking if I want you to leave. What do you really want from me?” I saw a few tears leave her face.

              “Yo, what’s up? Why are you crying?”

              “Monty, I’ve been crying a lot lately.”

              “For what? Did somebody hurt you?”

              “No, Monty. You’re always trying to fight somebody.”

              “Then what’s wrong?”

              “I’m pregnant.” I fell back on the bed, because that was not what I was expecting at all. I couldn’t bring a kid in this world, and she was a big time lawyer. I knew I should’ve worn a condom the first day, but it felt too good. I must’ve been in deep thought for a minute, because I heard her car backing out my driveway.

              “Fuck!” I yelled out putting some clothes on. I parked behind her car at the house and knocked on the door. Spring opened it looking like she was going through some shit. Her eyes were puffy, and she looked like shit.

              “She’s upstairs. Oh, and Congratulations.” She said, dryly. I knew it was because of my boy, but she brought that on herself.

              “Go home, Monty. I can see you’re not happy or ready. I can take care of it by myself.”

              “Be quiet. You’re always talking shit. I was shocked; that’s all. If you want to keep the baby, you know I’m going to be here to help you.” She stood there with her arms folded like she was waiting for me to change my answer. “Fine. I guess we can speak when it comes to the baby.”

              “What the fuck B? You came to my house to fuck, then to ask me not to stop speaking to you, then tell me you're pregnant, only to tell me if it isn’t about the baby don’t call. You’re confusing the hell out of me.” I unfolded her arms, and she rested her body in my arms.

              “I love you, Monty.” I grinned over top of her head.

              “That’s all you had to say.” I kissed her. “I love you, too, Ma.”

Spring

A couple of months went by since Chase broke it off with me and started dealing with some chick he used to date named Tamika. Don’t get me wrong, I did cheat on him, but damn, he was already slinging dick in a new chick. Should I think he was messing around the entire time we were together? It didn’t matter anymore, because I just dove head first into work. Giselle ended up speaking to me again, and needless to say, we ended up sleeping together a few more times, but not before B made me draft up a contract about the sex being consensual, and in no way shape or form could she sue for sexual harassment. It was dated back to the first time we had sex before I told Chase. Giselle was ok with it; as long as she could continue to fuck me, she would sign her life away. I know I shouldn’t have, but Chase left me, and I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else.

B was going on four-and-a-half months, and she was ecstatic about becoming a mom, while Monty’s dumb ass was nervous as hell. I’ve only saw him a few times since the shit with Chase and I, because I spent a lot of late nights at work again. I only slowed down because I had a man, but I needed the distraction.

I was really missing Chase. I tried contacting him the first few days after he left me, then once a week, then I just stopped calling altogether, because he wasn’t answering or returning my calls. I saw him a few times at the mall with the girl, and he would give me some stupid ass smile. I just turned my head and kept it moving.

“Hey, boo.”

“Hey, prego.” I rubbed B’s stomach when she sat down on the couch in my office.

“So there’s this BBQ that my stripper friend, Amber, told me about that she wanted us to attend.”

“Us? I don’t even know Amber like that. And what are you going for? You know damn well your baby daddy would have a fit.”

“Forget, Monty. He’s my baby daddy, and that’s about it.”

“Yea, ok.”

“I’m serious, Spring. I’m not going to lie; I love him, and he said he has the same feelings for me, however, I’m not sure I want to settle down.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think I can trust him. Yea, we spend a lot of time together, but it’s just to fuck; nothing more, nothing less. I’m starting to think he’s confusing love with lust, and you know the type of bitch I am. I’m not about to let him play me out like he does the rest of those ho’s he be with.”

“I agree. Ok, so where’s this thing Amber’s having at, and what type of dudes will be there?”

“I don’t know, but you know strippers only hang with big timers. Maybe, we can find you a new boo thing too.”

“I’m good.”

“Girl, please. I know you and Giselle fuck every now and then, but I know you miss a nigga running up in that daily. You and Chase fucked almost every day, so I know you miss it.” I grinned when she mentioned his name, because he always had my legs up when we were around each other. But he and I also spent a lot of time together hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. B left my office and told me we would go shopping after work to get something to wear for Saturday.

The day of the BBQ, we drove my car because B didn’t feel like driving, and I was leaving when I was ready to go. B would stay around for hours to party, but not me; she knew when I was ready, she would have to leave too. We drove to Rahway, NJ and pulled into some park that was overflowing with niggas and thirsty looking chicks. It was early May, but you wouldn’t know that by the way the women were dressed in barely nothing. The minute our feet touched the gravel, the catcalls started.

“Spring, not here, not today.” That shit was a pet peeve of mine. Why couldn’t men just see a pretty woman and compliment her instead of treating her like a piece of meat. Oh, and let’s not forget how they grab on you at the club; that shit irks me too. I had on some black leggings that showed off my hips and ass, with a lilac ruffle top that crisscrossed in the middle but showed off my cleavage. I wore some black jagged pumps by Jimmy Choo. B wore some black leggings too with a fitted shirt that flared out a little around her stomach. She also had on a pair of open-toe bootie ankle boots by Jimmy Choo. The men were staring and the women hated, just as we expected.

“Hey, you made it.” Amber came over by us. She took us over where she was sitting with some of her stripper friends I guess. These women were barely dressed, and their asses were humungous. I didn’t see any candidates I would even consider to let taste me. We introduced ourselves, and the girls turned out to be cool as hell. The longer we sat, the more people showed up.

“What’s up shorty?” Some dude said behind me. I turned around, and the dude was leaning against the table talking to some ugly chick, but I guess, when you’re half-naked, any man will try. I couldn’t help but notice how fine he was, and wonder why he would be wasting his time on someone like her. He was dark-skinned like Morris Chestnut with no resemblance. He had deep waves in his hair, a dimple, you only noticed if you were staring like I was, and his teeth were white as hell like he was using those white strips. He had on a pair of distressed jeans from Dolce & Gabbana with a black button down and a t-shirt underneath. His Buscemi sneakers were black and looked brand new. He had a diamond in his right ear and a necklace hanging. I wasn’t sure what type of shades those were on top of his head, but I’m sure they were expensive.

“That’s my brother, Boo.” Amber said when she saw me staring.

“Mm, well Boo is fine as hell; he can get it.” I said too loud, because he responded.

“Hmm, I can get it, huh?” I refused to turn around. I knew my face was probably bright red, and I didn’t want him to see it. “Don’t get shy now. Turn around lil’ mama.” The bass in his voice was intoxicating. Everyone at the table was laughing except one chick who looked like she was mad. I turned around, and he was standing there looking sexy as hell.

“Who is this Amber?” I heard him ask, as he licked his lips, and he looked me up and down.

“That’s Spring, and this is her sister, Burgundy.” He took a few glances between both of us, probably trying to see the difference.

“Why the fuck does it matter who she is? If she’s sitting here with your sister, that must mean she’s a stripper.” The chick who was mad said.

“Nah, I can tell she ain’t no stripper, and if she was, the only place she would strip would be in front of me.” This nigga had me blushing like crazy.

“Boo, are you serious right now. I mean, we just fucked this morning.”

“Yup, and that was the last time you’ll ever taste this dick. You know I don’t play that shit you’re doing right now. We’re not exclusive, so stop trying to claim something that doesn’t belong to you.” He told her but staring at me.

“Damn, Sharon, I guess that means he’s done with you and on to the next. I told you to play your position and stop sweating that nigga. If he wanted you, he would’ve been with you. Now, you mad at this chick who has nothing to do with anything, because she’s about to take that dick right from under you.” One of the other girls said as they high-fived each other.

“Is that right?”

“What’s that, baby girl?”

“Am I about to slide you from under her?”

“You tell me.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” I said, gaining my confidence back. This man had me nervous as hell. The longer he stayed around, the more shit I talked. We exchanged numbers before B and I left and we promised to keep in touch with one another. On the drive home, B had me stop by Walgreens because she was having acid reflux and needed some Tums. I went in to get it, because I needed a box of tampons and some Advil.