Page 70 of Mia

Titan looked at me. “You accept his apology, baby?”

I pulled from the blunt. “No. Beat his ass.”

A devious grin spread across Titan’s face.

“Sorry, my boy. Wifey say get ‘em, I gotta get ‘em.”

He didn’t say another word before he was pistol whipping that man with the butt of the gun. People were watching with shocked looks on their faces. Some were looking at security to do something, but they weren’t about to touch Titan, knowing he ran with my brothers. They’d come over, but as soon as they saw my face, they turned right around.

When Titan got tired of beating the man’s ass, he tossed him across the room.

“Call her a bitch again and the next time it’ll be bullets!” he barked.

He tucked his gun away and reached for my hand.

“Come on here, woman. I came back early to surprise you and you got me out here showing my ass.”

I giggled as I accepted his hand and stood to my feet.

“I was minding my business and enjoying my drink.”

“Yeah, okay.” He pulled me into his arms, crashing his lips into mine with a nasty kiss. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Take me home and get me out of these clothes.”

He smirked. “You sure about that?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pulled him toward the exit. It had been too long since I felt him inside me, and while I was feeling good, I needed him to make me feel better.

It wasn’t my intention to whip anybody’s ass tonight. I’d checked Mia’s location to make sure she was home, only to find that she was in the city. When Vinchi dropped me off, I fully expected to go in, have a few drinks, and vibe to the music with Mia like we’d done on countless occasions.

I thought I was coming home to surprise my wife, but niggas had other plans. One thing I couldn’t stand was a muthafucka that couldn’t respect a no when pushing up on women. There were too many of them. If one said no, move the fuck around. I’d seen the whole exchange and felt personally disrespected when he didn’t immediately get up and walk away. Playing with what’s mine would never be a safe thing for any man to do.

Now we were back at her house on the compound.

The entire ride, she was kissing on me and sucking on my neck. It took everything in me not to pull that car over and give her the business right in the median. My baby loved when I put hands on a nigga over her. It turned her on, and I found out just how much when she slipped my hand into her shorts to let me feel how wet her pussy was.

I floored it home.

It had been too long since I touched her. I hadn’t even touched myself, so to say I was backed up was an understatement. The moment we hit the door, her lips were on mine and clothes were coming off. She’d had an appointment right before I left a few days ago, and she was in the clear.

I was just waiting on her to give me the green light, and tonight, I got it.

We stumbled into the bedroom, damn near fully naked. The shoes were by the front door. Our shirts were somewhere on the stairs, and her bra was in the hallway. She fumbled with the drawstrings of my joggers while I fumbled with her shorts, finally getting them undone. We both took a step back and shoved our pants down.

She stood before me in nothing but a red lace thong. I stared at her, my eyes trailing her from head to toe. They stopped on the scars from her gunshot wound and cesarean. For a moment, I couldn’t focus anywhere else. She looked down, focusing on my gaze, and covered herself.

I walked over and pulled her hands away.

“Don’t do that,” I said, pulling her into me.

“Don’t stare. The ugly scars are enough.”

I cupped her chin and pecked her lips. “I’m sorry. You are so fucking beautiful to me, mamas. Scars and all.”

I slipped my hands into the elastic bands of her thong and pushed them over her ass as I kissed her slow and deep. Her panties pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of them. I lifted her, planting her firmly against the stiffness straining against my boxers.

She moaned into my mouth. “Mmmm…”