My head leaned back against the headrest as her teeth sank into my neck. “Mm,” I moaned while grasping a handful of her hair.
I gently pulled her head back, letting her beautiful brown eyes stay fixed on me. My other hand slid down her side before I gripped her waist. “Let that pussy love on me,” I whispered.
Coffee’s hips moved smoothly and slowly. She knew with every move she made that it drew me in. I let my hand guide her, wanting to match her pace, so I gently rolled my hips along with hers. Coffee’s mouth opened with a moan. “Ah!”
“Do that shit again,” I gritted.
Rock. Stop. Rock.
My head shook. “Pussy so goddamn good I can never get enough. Coffee, don’t stop.”
Rock. Stop. Rock.
I removed my hand from her hair as I pulled her closer. My grip around her waist tightened as I scooted to the edge ofthe seat. She started bouncing her body up and down on me. The sound filling the truck wasn’t sex; it was straight fucking. My tongue landed between her titties and slowly slid up to her mouth as I used her body like a fucking sling shot. It had been a little over a year, and Coffee still had a nigga’s head gone.
The way we kissed felt as if we hadn’t seen each other in years, even though we slept next to each other every night. One of my hands gently wrapped around her neck as I thrust inside her. “Ooo, Chase baby,” she gasped.
“Nah, Chase is gone,” I grumbled.
The shit we were doing was minimal compared to what we were capable of. Since she started at the hospital, the sex had been good, but Nemo hadn’t appeared in a while, and I missed her. Coffee and I fucked intensely in the back of the SUV until we both climaxed. She reached into her bag and pulled out wipes. We cleaned ourselves up before I helped her out of the back seat. “I love you, Coffee,” I told her.
She smiled at me. “I love you more. Make sure you’re back on time.”
I nodded.
“It should be starting to snow soon. Stay out of trouble, Chase,” she said as she walked off into the hospital. I turned to get into the SUV when my driver gave me a funny look. Shit, I wasn’t missing out on my wife’s pussy because he was in the SUV. I made him get out until we were finished. He walked around and got in the driver’s seat while I went back to the back seat. I glanced one more time at the woman who held a nigga’s soul as she disappeared into the hospital.
***
“We will be there in about thirty minutes. Nigga, calm down, the kids are good. You make sure you’re here by Christmas,” Gucci said to me.
“Yeah, I hear you. Take care of my son and Kira until I get there. Also, I think we found a new plug, but I’ll keep you updated.”
The sound of CJ crying threw me off. “Ayo, why is my son crying like that?”
“Chase, calm down, he’s just a little fussy from the drive. We will see you and Coffee later. Drive safe,” Sky told me.
I could hear Gucci laugh, “What she said nigga.”
I snapped. “Fuck you!”
“Oo, he said a bad—” I heard Kira say before the line disconnected.
I thought about calling back, but I knew my nerves were taking over. I trusted Gucci and Sky with my life, and I needed to do the same for my kids.
I had decided to stay back and wait for Coffee’s shift to end so we could drive up to the mountains together. She insisted I go without her, and she would meet us there, but it was clear she had forgotten what kind of husband she had. She and I were starting to get back to normal. After all the trouble I went through to try to get Coffee back on my good side, once she found out about Sienna, it had been hell. I was so afraid I was going to lose her. I didn’t care about a wedding. Instead, we went to the courthouse and got married before coming to New York.
I had been slowly earning her trust since the whole Kira situation. I knew Sienna did what she did to find her way to me. Kira was just a pawn. She wanted revenge for getting her locked the hell up. What she should be grateful for was that she was still alive.
My mind had been so wrapped up in everything that I forgot where I was. I tucked my phone into my pocket as I pointed atthe glass counter. “Let me get this one right here,” I said to the jeweler.
Her smile grew wider as she gently opened the case. “This is such a great choice. Is it for someone special?” she asked, easing the diamond choker out and holding it up in front of me.
The shit was beautiful, just like Coffee. The way it sparkled and lit up the room. It stood out and commanded its presence. I looked up at the lady and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll take it.”
She raised her brow as she grabbed the necklace to pack it. I looked back down at the glass counter and saw a cute, dainty necklace with a small K pendant. “Let me get this one too,” I told her.
She nodded. While I waited for her to pack up my items, I looked out the window, watching the white snowflakes drift from the sky onto the ground. This cold shit hit different, but New York had been good to us over the past year. Coffee was doing her doctor thing while GOLA was gaining more recognition here on the East Coast.
