“Fuck is that supposed to mean. Huh?” I snapped.
Keith turned his back on me and sobbed. I slowly nodded because if I didn’t know before, I knew now, my brother’s head was in an entirely different place. The brother I knew was gone, and this new nigga had taken over. I didn’t even bother to say another word; instead, I left the hospital. I needed a friend rightnow, and Beans wasn’t it. I took the bus and made a few stops before I arrived in the area. I walked four blocks to her house.
When I stepped into the driveway, I saw a lady staring at me through the window. It had to be her mother. I was waiting for her to come out yelling and screaming, but to my surprise, she smiled and nodded.
When I approached the guest house, I knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. She didn’t take long before she opened it. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her silk short-set pajamas fit her perfectly. When she saw me standing there with the bag in hand, she smiled.
“A nigga can buy you breakfast now,” I told her.
“I thought—”
“You thought what? I like you, Morgan. I’ve never dealt with a woman like you, and you make a nigga feel good. Now, are you going to eat this breakfast or what?”
She laughed as she grabbed the bag out of my hand, but not before pulling at my shirt, bringing me inside her crib. She planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “I missed you,” she muttered.
I looked at her, “I missed you too, baby.”
Morgan was like an escape from what she called Loch Ness. She gave me a sense of peace I couldn’t get out there, so the tiny moments I got with her, I appreciated. She set the bag on her counter as she dug inside, nibbling on the eggs and bacon. “I need to find somebody,” I told her.
She stared at me curiously. “Who?”
I started to tell her, then I held off. My goal wasn’t to pull her into the bullshit, but to keep her from it. I ran my hand through my hair, “Don’t worry about it. Let a nigga serve you up real quick. I got some shit to do, and before I can be comfortable, I need to handle it.”
She slowly walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I will let you serve me up if you make me a promise,” she said before she kissed me.
My forehead landed on her chin, “I don’t like making promises, but I’m listening.”
She lifted my head to force me to look at her, “I want you to spend Christmas with my family and me. I want you to meet them.”
I shook my head, “Rich Girl, I don’t think I’m a family meeting ass nigga.”
She kissed my forehead, nose, and then my lips. “Kareem, you are deserving of the things you think you are not,” she paused. “Like a real relationship.”
I smirked. “Oh, so you want to be in a relationship with me, is what you’re saying?”
She shrugged as she pulled away. “I mean, if it’s in the stars.”
I removed my coat, then my shirt. “A nigga can see it in the stars,” I told her as I had now picked her up, carrying her to the island and laying her down.
A sexy laugh came from her lips. “This is cold, put me down.”
“Nah, a nigga needs breakfast,” I told her as I stuck my hand in the bag, pulling out the syrup packs.
I held the syrup pack in between my teeth as I removed her silk shorts. I allowed her legs to rest over my shoulders. I opened the pack and drizzled it over her pussy. I bowed my head. “Amen!” I said before my mouth wrapped around her pretty ass pussy.
The way my tongue lapped around her clit, I began to get lost in it. I was eating her inside out. Between the stickiness of the syrup and her nectar, it was a messy, good time. I ateher pussy because I wanted to. I ate her pussy because she had been so patient, and I ate her pussy because I knew she was my person. Morgan was everything, and although I had little money, the things I could not provide financially in the moment, a nigga was going to make up in other ways, and if it meant pleasing her, then so be it.
“Peace, little nigga you going to help daddy out and eat?” I said as I tried sticking the bottle in his mouth.
I glanced over at Samara, who was feeding Savior. I admired how she had stepped in without hesitation and treated Peace and Savior as if they were from the same mother. Z said she shouldn’t be gone long, but shit, every time I looked at the clock, another hour had passed, and I began to get worried. I tried to keep from looking at the tracker, but the longer she took to get back, the more I was eager to look.
I glanced down at my son, who stared at me with his brown, curious baby eyes. “I’m about to go find yo momma,” I said to him.
I could hear Samara’s muffled laughs. “What?” I said, looking at her.
She bounced Savior up and down. “You and Zaria are crazy, that’s what. She’s fine, I’m sure. You love her a lot, don’t you?”
I hadn’t realized Zaria’s and my actions were that visible, but I honestly didn’t care. I would die for Z and wouldn’t think twice about it. “Yeah, I do. She’s my rib, she saved me,” I told her.
