He chuckled. “Whatever you have to do, baby.”
I snuggled against him and slid my arms around his waist. Despite the turmoil my heart was in regarding my relationship with Bali, I felt at peace with Red. I just hoped I could get her to respect that.
CHAPTER 3
CARTER LEGEND
Icould hear her phone ringing, but she was acting like she didn’t as she rolled her hips, pleasing my dick to the point of euphoria. The way she was slowly grinding on my shit had me wanting to wife her up right fucking now. Bali was everything to me and had been for a long ass time. Even as kids, I was exposed to her sensitivity. Not saying that she never cursed me out, because she did that shit, but she was also the first one to say ‘I love you.’ That shit caught me completely off guard.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I took over, lifting and lowering her on my dick. I had only been with two women in my lifetime. I’d known for a long time that she was it for me. I fucked somebody else when she left for Atlanta, and that shit didn’t even feel right. She’d broken things off with me, saying we wouldn’t survive a long-distance relationship.
She wouldn’t even call me her boyfriend, but I knew I was the only one she loved and had given this pussy to, despite how many dates she’d been on. I was able to convince her otherwise, and we’d been together ever since. That was when she first told me she loved me, and I obliged her by reciprocating those sentiments.
“Bali, fuck! I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, Carteeeerrrr! Fuck!”
I loved when she came in this position. Feeling her fluids soak me while watching her sex faces was everything. Sex always calmed her down, and it seemed her body would lose tension with every stroke I made into her. There was no other woman for me. I needed her to see that just how I saw a different side of her and Maui saw a different side of Mythic, that maybe Noni and Red were carving out their own path as well.
When I released her ass cheeks, she started bouncing on my dick, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as I leaned back against the couch. “Awww fuuuuck!” I yelled as I released.
She laid her head on my chest, and I played with her long, thick, curly hair. I kissed her head as I felt her tears on my chest. I didn’t say anything. Most times, when Bali was feeling emotional, she didn’t want to be talked to. When she came out of whatever she was feeling, she would talk then. I gently rubbed her back as her phone rang again.
She lifted her head and glanced at it on the coffee table. When she grabbed it and silenced it, she began rolling her hips against my dick again, since he was still engaged. “Baby, who keeps calling you?”
She closed her eyes and fell to the side of me. “Noni.”
“Why don’t you wanna answer? Maybe she’s ready to put all this shit behind y’all.”
“Yeah. Maybe. If she calls again, I’ll answer.”
“Or you can always call her.”
She side-eyed me, so I lifted my hands in surrender with a smirk on my lips. I knew she wouldn’t call Noni. She was so fucking stubborn. She shoved me with a smirk of her own. Since she was just sitting there, staring off into space, I decided to take our conversation elsewhere.
“So umm . . . you know we been fucking without protection for a while. You ready to start a family?”
She glanced at me, and said, “Most likely, I will need fertility drugs to get pregnant. I have PCOS, Carter.”
I frowned slightly as I grabbed her hand. “What’s that, baby?”
“Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I have more testosterone than normal for a woman, and when I ovulate, instead of producing eggs, I produce small cysts.”
My eyebrows lifted slightly. Seeing how aggressive she was, I said, “That makes sense.”
She frowned hard, looking like her tall ass daddy. “What you mean by that, nigga?”
“You said you have more testosterone. It makes sense why you so aggressive and bossy.”
Her gaze didn’t waver, and her frown deepened. I didn’t think it could get any deeper. “Bali, I was just joking, baby. How long have you known you had it?”
She rolled her eyes. “A couple of years. My periods are irregular, too, and that’s why I have to wax my face.”
“Is that common?”
“Absolutely, especially in Black women. So if I get pregnant, it will definitely be an act of God.” She stared at her hands for a moment, then looked up at me. “If I did get pregnant, though, I would be okay with that. How about you?”
I pulled her in my arms and tickled her, causing her to laugh loudly and fight against me. Somehow, she ended up sliding down my dick all over again. The laughter ceased and moans filled the room.
