Lord knows, she couldn’t have that. When Tech slid a finger into her asshole, the instant orgasm that rocked her body had Blossom’s eyes wide and mouth gaped open. No sound came out of her mouth as her eyes rolled into her head. Before she collapsed onto the bed, he pushed back into her, made fireworks go off in her body and a tear fall from her eye.
Tech’s dick was of the fucking devil. Honey ran down her thighs as her pussy gripped his dick like a vice. He couldn’t last through another orgasm, and he released into the condom with his teeth gritted together and his back drenched in sweat.
They both laid, speechless and trying to catch their breaths. No words were spoken, but they were both thinking the same thing, which was got damn!
CHAPTER 8
Lethal satat one of the tables located in Blak’s backyard. It was the day of Blak and Averi’s gender reveal, and he was on pins and needles waiting for the results of the paternity test that he’d taken. It wasn’t that he was eager to be the father of Khrome’s child. Shit, if he wasn’t it would have made his life a whole lot easier. Lethal watched as Block’s pussy-whipped ass fixed Symphony a plate. Averi was seated at a table while Blak was fixing her a drink. Tech was holding Unique, and Mario and Brazil were playing around with a soccer ball. He was the only one tensed and stressed. His fight was coming up in four weeks, and Lethal didn’t need anything messing with his focus. A few women had been hitting him up and while he texted back here and there, he made it clear that dating and sex wasn’t his primary focus when he was training. Sex literally took energy that he didn’t have to give. Everything was reserved for the fight.
After the match, he had no problem with nailing a female to the mattress or putting her through that muhfucka. “Why you over here looking all sad and shit?” Brazil came over to him, breathing hard. “You got all your jewelry on?” he joked as his gaze poured over his brother’s neck and ears.
“Fuck you, pussy,” Lethal grumbled before taking a sip of water. He wished it was something stronger and that bothered him. Lethal got tempted because he was a human. Abstaining from certain things during training wasn’t always easy, but he hated when he was stressed and every other hour was a fight to not drink, smoke, or have sex to release some pent-up aggression. There was only so much that punching a bag or even another person would do. Sometimes, he wanted to take everything he was holding in out on some pussy.
“I’m just saying. It’s dope as hell that we’re going to have kids around the same age, but I don’t want you to keep getting robbed.” Brazil sat down as Lethal tossed him a frosty glower.
“You done, Dave Chapelle?”
Lethal’s comment made his brother chortle before holding his hands up in surrender. “My bad, my bad. Aye, shorty is fine as hell. Even if that’s not your kid she’s carrying, you don’t want to hit that at least one more time? So you can actually remember what it’s like.”
Annoyed, Lethal stood up to stretch and grab something to eat. If he couldn’t drink or smoke his troubles away, he would eat them away. “I’ve been torn for a little minute on who Ma’s lamest child is between you and Block, and it’s most definitely you.”
Boisterous laughter escaped Brazil, which irritated Lethal even more. He walked toward the table filled with pans of food and started fixing a plate just as Blak made an announcement using the DJ’s microphone.
“If everyone will direct their attention to the dirt path over there, some of my homies that’s nice on the bikes will be doing a few tricks and letting us know what the gender of the baby will be.”
Lethal placed a rib, two deviled eggs, and some macaroni salad on his plate before pivoting to watch the show. He heardthe starting of dirt bikes and four-wheelers as guys hopped on their toys and prepared to do what they did. The bikes had been parked in the same spot since the start of the gender reveal. There were three dirt bikes and three four-wheelers. Block passed the microphone back to the DJ, and he went to take his place beside Averi, who was standing.
The DJ started with one and counted down. As soon as he got to three, the dirt bike in the front of the small group took off with a lurch forward. The crowd went crazy as pink smoke shot from the exhaust pipe. The other riders followed suit and clouds of pink smoke dominated the air as the men did wheelies and drove around in circles. Brazil had a girl. Blak was having a girl, and Lethal might have been having a girl. It was the brothers and their cousin all over again but in reverse. The guys did their thing for about ten minutes, then they shot off. Everybody was happy, and while Lethal was happy for his cousin, he was still very much conflicted.
Lethal went back to his seat and demolished the food he’d put on his plate. Everything was delicious, and he’d be taking a plate to go. Blak had gone all out and even though there were at least thirty guests, everyone had eaten at least two plates, and there was still plenty of food left. From his pocket, Lethal’s phone vibrated against his leg, and he pulled the device out. His pulse quickened when he saw the email notification from the lab, on his lock screen.
Suddenly, the meat he’d swallowed felt stuck in his throat and before doing anything else, he had to chug some water to push it down. Setting the water and the plate down, Lethal wiped his hands before unlocking the phone and going straight to his email. He clicked the first message, downloaded the attachment, then waited with bated breath for it to open. He couldn’t have told anyone why he was nervous, but he was. There was a goodchance the child was his. Whether he wanted to be stuck with Khrome or not, he was going to take care of his child.
If the child was his, he should have been happy. Right? As he held his breath and ignored all the noise around him, Lethal’s eyes scanned the document until the information that he was looking for jumped out at him. He was the father of Khrome’s child. His stomach churned, but Lethal didn’t know if the feeling was a good or bad one. He wasn’t upset. In fact, he almost felt happy or maybe a little relieved that he finally knew the truth.
Lethal knew he’d be a fool to trust Khrome, but they had to figure something out because they had a child on the way. The sun began to set, and Lethal glanced down at his watch. It was Khrome’s last night at the bar. Her belly was growing by the day, and she could no longer hide being pregnant. Lethal still hadn’t gone over everything with her that she needed to know to work for him, but he’d get to it. The position was a made-up one that he created to help her out. His business would get handled, regardless if she was the one handling it or not.
Lethal downed another bottle of water before disposing of his plate and fixing one to go. Most of the guests were leaving, but Block, Brazil, and Tech lingered. Under other circumstances, Lethal would have stayed a little longer, but he had a stop to make before he took it in. A gender reveal nor a parent reveal were things that would knock him off his schedule. Losing his upcoming match wasn’t an option for him. The goal was to beat every nigga that stepped in the ring with him. Even if he lost, he was going to get money, regardless, but he got more if he won. It also wasn’t just about the money. Lethal wanted the title and the accolades that came along with being the heavyweight champion of the world. Being undisputed was the only kind of boxer that he wanted to be.
Lethal said his goodbyes and no one thought twice because they knew he was training. The bar where Khrome workedwasn’t too far from Blak’s home, and Lethal was glad. Earlier, he had an intense five-hour gym session. After a shower, he went to Blak’s house, and after a few plates of good food, he was tired as hell. Sleep was calling his name, and it was still early, but he’d been up since five in the morning. Discipline and focus. Those were the only things that were going to get him to where he wanted to be.
The parking lot wasn’t packed, but that was due to it being fairly early. The later it got, the more patrons would start to trickle in. As soon as Lethal made it inside the bar, he began checking for Khrome. If she was busy, there was a chance she hadn’t seen the results. It felt as if he had received a punch to the gut, when he saw an angry Cam storming around the bar. Lethal’s legs moved toward the bar. There was no need to call her name because music was playing, and she wouldn’t have heard him. Khrome’s back was to Cam, and she never saw him coming.
He grabbed her by her shirt and slung her halfway across the bar, making her hit her back on the edge of the bar. Khrome’s face contorted as Cam’s hands flew around her neck before she could even gather herself. Shocked patrons jumped off their barstools, and some of the lame asses even took their phones out to record, but no one made the effort to help.
“Bitch nigga, move!” Lethal shoved a man that was in the way recording.
Cam had barely been choking Khrome for thirty seconds when Lethal made it behind the bar, but her lips were already turning blue. A blow to the back of Cam’s head made the hold he had on Khrome loosen. She began to cough and cry as she tried to suck air into her lungs. Cam had been knocked into the other bartender, and security’s slow, no-good asses were just rounding the bar. Lethal was pissed.
No questions were asked as Cam was grabbed by his collar, the same way he’d grabbed Khrome, and was dragged through the bar toward the door.
“Are you okay?” Lethal wasn’t leaving from behind the bar until he knew Khrome was good. No matter how good she claimed to be, she was leaving with him, and that was all there was to it.
“I, um…” Khrome’s voice was raspy. She was rubbing her neck while tears swam in her eyes. Suddenly, her lips parted but no sound came out. Her eyes closed but right before they did, Lethal noticed the panic in them. “No,” she lowly mumbled. So low that he barely heard her.
“What’s wrong, Khrome?” The anxiety lacing Lethal’s words made her eyes open. A tear spilled over her eyelid as Khrome’s stomach tightened. “My water just broke.”
The past hour had been a blur. Lethal got Khrome to the hospital as quickly and safely as he could, and they didn’t waste any time admitting her. So far, they’d given her steroid shots for the baby’s lungs in case she did come early, but they also gave Khrome medication to try and stop her body from going into labor. Lethal was equal parts pissed and worried. As soon as he found out there was a chance they could stop the labor, he stopped stressing just enough to text his parents. Lethal knew Tech would tell his brothers and Blak what transpired.
