“I want us,” I admitted, an immediate rush of pleasure shooting through me. “I want Dakoda.” Her eyes squeezed shut as I met her rhythm with thrusts. “I want my family, Lyrius.”
“Mm . . .” A soft whimper slipped from her throat, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face against me like she was finally letting herself believe this was real. “You really mean that?” she whispered.
“Every word.” I pumped into her harder from below, like it could make up for years we had lost. “You hear me?” I kissed her lips again, and she nodded like she was too stuffed with dick to speak.
“Do you hear me, Bad?” I asked her again. Lyrius knew I liked to hear when I was digging out those guts.
“Yes! Yes! I hear you, KO.”
“Dakota,” I corrected, and her head lifted immediately, like she was surprised I’d given her access to that part of a nigga again.
“Dakota!” she moaned, her head falling back into my neck as she rode me. We stayed there for a moment, fucking each other, filling the room with the sounds of her moans and our skin slapping. The way her pussy was squeezing me, I couldn’t even believe that I’d ever tried to convince myself that I was over her. Shit, that had to be the biggest lie ever told.
“I’m cumming!” Her nails dug into my back, and I dug my hands into her fat ass cheeks and slammed her down on my dick. There was no way I wasn’t about to cum with her.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Shit!” I was about to release. Her walls were hugging the shit out of me and sending juices spilling everywhere. Her body started shaking on top of me, and I let my nut coat the inside of her walls.
“Mhm.” She attempted to roll off of me, but I held her there, kissing her forehead as our breathing returned to normal.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I need to take you on a date.”
“A date?” she confirmed softly, still trying to catch her breath.
“Yeah. I don’t want to waste any time. I want us to start fresh. I want us to start right.”
“Okay.” She nodded, and I pulled her down on the ring floor with me and kissed the top of her head.
“Okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed.
“Nia, you do realize you didn’t have to come babysit, right?” I asked as I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, putting my earrings in for the third time because my nerves had my hands betraying me. KO had been super secretive all week about our date, which was probably why I’d changed outfits three times already. I finally settled on a fitted black dress that hugged my curves without trying too hard and a pair of heels I immediately regretted putting on the second I stood up. Every time I asked where we were going, he either changed the subject or told me to mind my business. The only thing I knew for sure was that Pops, Jaylen, and apparently Nia were coming over to watch Jaylen, which felt like a bit much. It didn’t take three adults to watch one child.
“You right.” Nia sat at the edge of my bed, legs crossed in a crop top legging set, smiling, lip gloss popping.
“So why are you here?” I turned to look at her.
“Because I heard KO’s brother was fine, and the girls on Picsgram say he got a big dick.”
“Girl.” I blinked at her through the mirror before laughter spilled out of me. “You plays.”
“What?” she asked, standing up like she had made a reasonable point in a business meeting. “I like to verify information before I spread this ass. You can’t be the only one getting fucked into oblivion. I’m trying to be fair.”
“You’re trying to be fast.”
“That too.” She laughed, and I shook my head before grabbing my purse off the dresser and heading down the hallway with Nia right on my tail. The closer we got to the living room, the louder it became. For a second, I thought Dakoda had invited his whole kindergarten class over without telling me. But it was just Jaylen, Pops, KO, and apparently every toy ever created for a five-year-old boy. My eyes darted around my living room. It looked like Christmas, a birthday party, and a Foot Locker shipment had all crashed into each other. There were boxes on the couch, bags on the floor, a dinosaur racetrack stretched halfway across the carpet, and three pairs of little Jordans lined up on my coffee table.
“What in the world?” I stopped in the doorway.
“Mama! Look!” Dakoda popped up from behind one of the boxes.
“I’m looking.” My eyes moved over everything before landing on the bright blue bicycle leaning against my wall. “Why is there a whole bike in my living room?”
