Page 7 of Full Court Press

I got out of bed and went to take care of my hygiene. Once that was complete, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to find something to wear for the day. There was a knock on the door, then it opened as I poked my head out of the closet to see Nia coming into my room. A bit surprised by her presence, I walked out of the closet, carrying my clothes as I looked at her.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

“Morning. Kiy is downstairs somewhere with my nana. I’ll be out in a second.”

“I know . . . I saw her already. I came to see you real quick.”

My brows furrowed a bit before I realized exactly why she was here this early in my bedroom. When she opened the trench, she rocked nothing but a bra and thong set, and I already knew what type of time she was on. She moved closer to me, then tugged my towel, making it fall to the floor.

I didn’t want to cross this line with Nia again. I hadn’t touched her since she had Kiyanne, and it was already established that we weren’t and would never be that way again. But I hadn’t hit anything in weeks due to my busy schedule, so when she dropped down on her haunches and took me into her warm, wet mouth, I didn’t protest. I let her do her thing as my head fell back in pleasure. I wouldn’t deny that Nia had some good head and pussy, but that was as much credit as I was going to give her.

She wasn’t the best mother to our daughter, and she was selfish as hell. Just the thought of that alone made me grab a fistful of her braids and thrust my hips, making her choke.

Seeing tears leak down her face, I pulled my dick from her mouth.

“Stand up,” I commanded. She lifted, and I spun her around, pulled her panties down, and bent her over the bed.

“Mmm,” she moaned. I opened my nightstand, retrieving a rubber to cover myself. “You don’t need that. You know I’m clean,” she said.

“Yeah, and you fertile as fuck, too.” Without warning, I slammed into her as she yelped and fell flat on the bed.

“Shit, Khalil!”

“Shut up.” I put my palm over her mouth and pounded into her with force. Since I was on a time schedule, she was only getting fifteen strokes.

Sixteen if she was lucky.

Once I got to pump twelve, I lifted her leg and stroked her three more times before I was nuttin’ in the condom.

I pulled out of her slowly and checked the rubber to make sure it didn’t break, then went into the adjoining bathroom to flush it and clean up. I came back out to Nia lying in my bed as if this shit with us was normal. I probably should have told her to get dressed before I went into the bathroom.

“I gotta go in the next twenty, Nia. You should get dressed and spend some time with Kiy before you go.”

“Why do I have to leave? I was . . . I wanted to talk to you about us.”

I shook my head. “There is nothing to talk about unless it’s about our daughter.”

“It’s about her and us. I’ve been doing better, Lilo. I want us to be a family.”

“How have you been doing better? You stay running the streets, and she don’t see you for weeks at a time. And be a family? Nah, shorty. We tried that, and it ain’t work.”

She sucked her teeth and waved me off. “But you can fuck me whenever it’s convenient for you.”

She’s losing her damn mind.

“Convenient for me? Did you not just come in here and seduce me? I didn’t ask you to come over here on that type of time, Nia.”

“You sure didn’t stop me either.”

“Why would I? I needed it, and you were an aggressive participant.”

“Fuck you, Khalil!”

A slow smirk drew up on my face. “You just did that.”

She flipped me off, stood, and put her panties and coat back on. She bumped past me to head out of my room.

“Let me go be with my baby.”