They both glanced down at the heavy spill, silent for a second. Crown couldn’t help wishing it had been emptied inside her instead. But he was trying hard to respect her wishes about not wanting any more children right now. He’d only slipped up once so far, back when she first came to his place, and he still carried that guilt. He respected her body and her choices.
When they finished, Crown used his T-shirt to clean up the mess they had made. He then walked to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water, while Nivéa headed upstairs. All she wanted was to climb into bed and cuddle after their intimacy. But first, she stopped to check on Nyla, ensuring her baby girl was still breathing. She never put all her trust in the monitor.
Once satisfied that Nyla was okay, Nivéa turned to leave. As she entered the bedroom, she noticed Crown’s burner vibrating. Choosing to mind her business, she ignored it and headed to the restroom to clean herself up. After washing off, she slipped into her robe and a fresh pair of panties. By the time she exited, the phone was vibrating again. She settled on the bed, pulling the covers around her as the phone stopped, then buzzed to life once more.
She focused on the doorway until Crown entered, his eyes heavy as he handed her the water and took a seat at the edge of the bed.
“Oh, now yo’ ass tired.” He joked.
“And is,” Nivéa snickered. “My pussy sore, baby. You wore me out.”
“Pussy good as fuck, baby.” He leaned down, and they shared another passionate, sloppy kiss.
His phone vibrated again, and Crown glanced over at it, then back to her, trying to dismiss the interruption.
“It keeps going off. You should answer it. It might be an emergency.” Nivéa suggested.
Crown nodded, standing up to take the call in the restroom while he cleaned himself up.
“Sup, bro?” He answered for Smoky as he turned the shower on.
“Nigga, I been calling you. We got a problem. The tracker turned off. I don’t know if the muthafucka found it or if the car’s been destroyed. Either way, I’m in Melrose and can’t get an exact location on him.”
Sighing in frustration, Crown shook his head as he turned off the shower and washed his dick at the sink instead. He had to move quickly.
“Aight, stay put. I’m on the way. I’ll track your location.”
“Bet.”
After ending the call, Crown shot Pete a text message. He stepped out of the restroom and noticed Nivéa with her eyes closed. Rather than waking her, he crept to his closet, dressing quietly and grabbing both of his guns. It took him about five minutes, and when he finally turned around, he found Nivéa standing behind him, watching with her hands on her hips. They shared a long gaze before he asked,
“Why you out of bed, ma? Thought you were asleep.”
“No, I was trying to fall asleep. But once you’ve shared a bed with Ahmad Knight, it’s hard to sleep without him. When will you be back?”
Crown smirked at that, sliding on his gloves. He didn’t know who admired whom more at this point, and he loved the fuck out of that dynamic. Once he finished dressing, he walked over and wrapped his arms around her, gazing down into her eyes.
“You were eavesdropping?”
“Yep,”
Crown nodded sympathetically, but he didn’t have time to express how terrible he felt about leaving again so soon. Moves needed to be made to restore her normal life, and he was the only one who could do that.
“I also heard your friend mention Melrose.” Nivéa added nervously.
Crown’s gaze sharpened just as a response from Pete came through with a possible address. All Pete needed was Melrose. Crown had figured out the hard part, and he narrowed it down, finding kin that lived in the area.
“Yeah, but don’t worry about me traveling. You go back to bed, baby. I’ll be back to you before the sun rises.”
She smiled faintly, then swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she thought about the familiar city. It had hit her in bed when she overheard Smoky mention it. There was only one person she could think of who had moved there years ago,and Boe would turn to for help. She hesitated, struggling to tell Crown that. Would he harm Maino, too?
“I’m not stupid. I know what you’re going there for, Ahmad. And I… I think I know where Boe is out there. But the person I think he’s with is a good guy. I don’t want him getting hurt in the process.”
Crown stared at her, recognizing how much closer they’d grown. With that closeness came access. He tried to shield her from the other side of his world, but part of him wanted her to understand exactly who the fuck stood beside her. He would lay any nigga down behind her without hesitation. She got Ahmad, but the streets got…Crown.
“I’mma keep it hunnid wit’ you, baby.” He said, his grill glinting as the soft LED glow of the closet caught every diamond.
“That’s all I ever want you to do.”
