“Stop talkin’ shit and finish eating,” he said.
Bianca’s eyes tripped to me as if she needed my help. I simply pointed to my wife. She told me to shut up and mind my business, so that was what I intended to do. Bianca was in good hands.
“‘Sup,Pops?”
Ashing the blunt, I waved Humble over to have a seat at the table. He lowered himself into a seat and motioned towards the blunt sitting in the ash tray.
“Not only is it almost midnight, but you only do that when you’re stressed,” he said. My son… His ass was so damn observant.
“I’m proud of you. You know that, right?”
“Without a doubt,” he replied.
“Thought about what you wanna do after school?”
He sat back in his chair and deeply sighed. “Honestly, I’ve been thinkin’ about workin’ for you. Either at the office or…”
“You wanna be a doctor?”
He snickered. “Nah. I’m cool with being a nurse like Uncle Adrian.”
“Oh, aight. That’s cool. I like that.” Tapping my finger on the table, I realized that what I was about to say was going to take my son from the young man I knew him to be, to a man that would one day sit in my seat. “How would you feel about becoming my third-in-command?”
Shock shown on his face. “For real? What about DJ?”
“While you’re finishing school, I’m gon’ transition him into another role. Thing is, you’re my oldest son and heir to my position, should you accept. Preparation for what is to come is paramount. Starting at the beginning of the year, you’ll be shadowing DJ on and off. I know you’re good with a gun, but I need you good witheverything. Yeah?”
He nodded. “Aight, Pops. I got you.”
“I know you do, baby.” I dapped him and held back my emotions. There were plenty of things that I was coldhearted about. My wife and kids weren’t in that selection. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Pops.”
He stood from the table and backtracked to the house. For a few more minutes, I sat out on the patio processing how much times had changed. My kids were no longer kids. They were getting older and would one day no longer need me in the capacity they did now. They’d move on, have their own wives and children. They’d have their own careers.
“Everything okay, baby?”
Pretty appeared at the patio sliding door, concern on her beautiful face.
I beckoned her to me. “Come here.”
Without any hesitation, she padded my way until she was seated in my lap. Her soft hands smoothed over my beard as she leaned forward to kiss me. Last night was our first time making love. Several times throughout the night I wanted to roll her over for round two. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that I knew she was sore. I wanted her to enjoy making love to me without feeling like I was going to kill her ass every time.
Mid thought, my brain froze. Pretty’s hand tugged at the waist band of my joggers as she deepened the kiss. My hand went up into the curls at the nape of her neck. I tugged her head back to access the front of her neck. I bit into her flesh, leaving a mark there.
“I’m tryna let you recover, my baby,” I mumbled against the nerve pulsing in that spot.
“Fuck recovery. I need you inside me now, Dr. Bell,” she purred as she climbed from my lap.
With the speed of a bullet, I was out of the chair, hoisting her over my shoulder, and carrying her to our bedroom. She didn’t giggle once as her hands smoothed down my back and over my ass. Her touch just did something to me… I’d never felt something so powerful before.
As I closed the door to our room, I placed her on her feet.
“Did I mention that our room is soundproof?”
Her eyebrows peaked, and her eyes lit up like holiday lights. She removed my T-shirt that she wore over a pair of her lounge pants. Free, her titties bounced. Next, she removed the pants she wore revealing that she was bare beneath. I nearly swallowed my tongue.
“So… You won’t mind if I scream your name over… and over?” she questioned as she perched herself on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
