It’s not long before he pulls out and shoots his cum all over me.
When he finishes, all I want is to curl underneath him, cuddle up, and go to sleep, but that will never happen. Ours isn’t a romance or love story. I can’t believe that the wall that I had built around my heart and body has crumbled after reuniting with Chaos like this.
He was the reason I put those barriers into place all those years ago, and it only takes him plundering my pussy for me to dismantle it. I am a damn fool for this man, a man who will only hurt me time after time again.
I jump up, grab my clothes, and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
TWO DAYS LATER
“I’m still not feeling this, Chrishon!” she shouts over the wind.
I’m not playing any music on my bike, because I prefer to be one with nature. What I don’t prefer is her nagging in my ear.
“Aye, don’t call me that shit when we get to the club, a’ight?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
I take the next curve hard, knowing that it will both piss her off and scare her. She clutches my cut tightly and squeezes those thick, luscious thighs against mine. I smirk, loving how she feels pressed up against me in the bitch seat.
I will never tell her that though. It’s bad enough that sex with her was so amazing that it had me lowering my boundaries andexpressing my feelings and shit. I’m not about to do that shit in the light of day.
When we come to the next traffic light, I ask, “What have you been doing since I’ve been gone?”
“I spent the first few years building my podcast and taking care of an infant. I poured everything into learning how to care for and communicate with him. That’s been my priority.”
I nod and take off again and let the wind speak to us. She loves riding on my bike, but she doesn’t like when I pull stunts, which is why I only do that shit when she pisses me off and I want to warn her to chill out.
“What does this makeover entail?” she asks at the next light.
“I dunno. Wassup with your mom?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken with her in at least a couple of years, and I’m all the better for it. She doesn’t need to be in my life.”
“Why don’t you allow CJ to have a relationship with her?”
“You know why,” she snaps.
Her mom was a fucked-up role model. My dad wasn’t a hell of a lot better, but his ass never tried to pimp us out the way her mother did her.
When we pull up to the clubhouse, she sits on the bike for a little longer. I need her to relax if this thing is to go over smoothly. Charisma can get deep in her feelings and play the martyr when shit doesn’t go her way.
“I’m surprised you haven’t already settled down and married someone.”
“I’ve been considering it, and my boyfriend and I talk about it often. What about you?”
I shrug and reply as I unstrap her helmet. “The only thing women have been good for is busting a nut. I don’t trust them.”
“Is it because of me that you’ve never settled down with anyone and don’t trust women?” she asks.
I hate that she’s tapping into my feelings, and I refuse to answer the questions. She doesn’t need to be inside of my head like that again, because I still don’t trust her. So, I switch the subject to her.
“Who’s that nigga that thinks he’s gon’ be that man over you and CJ’s lives?”
“He’s someone who cares a great deal about me and CJ. He has a good career, a great head on his shoulders, and he’s doing great things. He is an excellent role model for CJ, and he doesn’t come from a broken family.”
That shit pisses me off because she and I both come from broken families. My dad was still fucking with my mom, but he wasn’t living in the house when he died. Charisma never knew her father.
She climbs off the bike, and I ask, “Who is this nigga? All you’ve said is Ben. I need to know more . . . if he’s around my son, I mean.”
