“Otay, Daddy.” Kiki’s voice is low and raspy, indicative of her previous napping state.
The time it takes me to get to Asia’s house, kiss my baby girl goodbye, and head to Caziya’s place is record-breaking. I damnnear pull into a parking spot at Caziya’s apartment complex on two wheels due to the adrenaline coursing through my body at the knowledge of seeing her pretty face. My vehicle is barely in park before I exit and take the steps to the second floor two at a time. My heart thumps wildly in my chest with every step, and my limbs become heavy with anticipation. I exhale when my hand pounds on Caziya’s door harder than I intend as I lick my suddenly dry lips.
I hold my breath when I hear the locks disengaging on the other side before the door is pulled open. My face stretches as a smile forms upon seeing Caziya in a pair of black leggings and a crop top that plays peekaboo with her midsection. Caziya steps out, looking left and right, before a cute frown slides into place as her hands rest on her waist.
“Where’s Zakiyah?”
“My sister had already come and taken her for some auntie/niece bonding time by the time I got your text. Let me find out you’re not happy to see your man, though.”
“Of course I am. Come on in. Dinner is ready.”
I follow behind Caziya, smirking at the lie that easily fell from my lips about Asia and Zakiyah. What Caziya doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, an hour or so in my presence, and she’ll forget all about Kiki not joining us.
“What did you make?”
“Baked spaghetti, a garden salad, and garlic toast. I didn’t want to do something more than that since I haven’t learned what Zakiyah will and won’t eat. I figured spaghetti is versatile enough that she wouldn’t object to eating it.”
Pretty, thoughtful, and all fucking mine. Thank Big Homie for Asia’s free schedule.
“I appreciate that, Ziya. So, how has your day been? You didn’t have another pop-up visit today, did you?”
My workday was busy, so I didn’t get a chance to check on Caziya throughout the day. Then Kiki’s whining had me laying her down for what I thought would be a quick nap after I picked her up from day care. Therefore, this is my first time conversing with Caziya today.
“Workwise, the day was okay,” Caziya says, lightly biting her lip, instantly raising my antennas.
“Did something happen?”
“Let me fix our plates, and then we can talk.” Without giving me a chance to reply, Caziya shuffles to the kitchen, which is a few steps from the front door.
I decide to let her finish her task and take a seat in one of the high-back chairs in front of the island. My eyes follow her movements as I wonder what’s bothering her, and my mind flashes with an image of me in handcuffs. In that same vision, an ambulance is present as emergency personnel load the unconscious goofy from Caziya’s past. I’m so caught up in my distraction that I don’t notice when Caziya sets two plates of spaghetti with a piece of bread on the island. Then she moves to grab and serve both of us a serving of salad.
“I made punch. Would you like some, or do you want something else?”
“Punch is fine.”
She moves to get the punch, and I quickly run through grace, thanking Big Homie for the woman who prepared the meal. Once that’s taken care of, I scoop a bite while patiently waiting for Caziya to resume the conversation from moments ago.
“Like Zakiyah, I was raised without a mother. Only mine isn’t dead, but living her best life in Puerto Rico. Occasionally, she remembers that her pussy stretched wide enough to push out my head and calls for a catch-up that often drains me. Today was that day.”
My chest constricts as Caziya shares more information about her upbringing and her mother’s absence. When she’s done talking, I jump in with details about Kiki’s mother and what led to my becoming a single father. I knew there was something special about Caziya the day I met her, but hearing about her sordid past has me desperate to change her narrative. Food forgotten, I stand and pull Caziya up from her seat before kissing her with enough passion and love to light a match. My agenda is to shift the downcast expression in her eyes to something far more pleasing. When a moan escapes her mouth around my lips, I know Caziya has gotten my subtle message. Her next words verbally confirm my plight and instantly harden my dick.
“Will you make me forget, Zakai?”
“Where’s your bedroom?” I ask in a tone that’s foreign to my ears as I take Caziya by the hand, ready to grant her request.
“Down the hall, second door on the left,” she says in a breathy tone that increases the temperature in the room.
I only have a couple of seconds to take in the surroundings of Caziya’s bedroom, and I’m momentarily struck by the feminine touches in the room. The subtle purple accents in the room give a hint that it might be her favorite color. A warm smile slides into place when my eyes connect with the king-size bed that isn’t covered with a ton of unnecessary pillows for me to remove. Laying Caziya on her back, I stare into her droopy and lust-filled eyes, taking note of her chest rising slowly.
“Zakai.” She moans in a voice that has my brows hiking from the cry mixed in.
“Before we go any further, are you sure you’re ready for this? No pressure. No backlash if you change your mind.” My voice is a lower octave than before as I fight to control the desire coursing through me.
Caziya’s mouth opens, and her hand drifts between us, causing me to bend my head while staring into her dark brown eyes. “I’m sure. I want you.”
Her words are the confirmation I need to continue as I lean in to claim her lips in a punishing kiss that nearly rocks me to my core from its intensity. Caziya’s scent assaults my senses, and all is right in my world. Caziya’s hands grip my shirt tightly, and I break free of her mouth to yank it over my head. Her eyes appear dizzy as she takes in the wall of my chest as if memorizing every line and contour of my upper half. I take a second to quickly remove the rest of my clothes before undressing Caziya. Something equivalent to joy hits me upon seeing her full and bare breasts.
“Shit,” I say when Caziya pushes me onto my back while gripping my rock-hard dick.
