Page 71 of Krash & Bern

“Fuck the clubs. We can go home right now.”

She tossed her head back with laughter. “No, sir. You deserve to go out with the boys without your pregnant girlfriend getting in the way.”

“You’ll never be in the way, bae.”

“He’s really not going to acknowledge the rest of the family.”

I turned to see Mrs. James shaking her head at me. I chuckled. “My bad, Mama. I’m on a natural high and only had my eyes focused on my baby. Thank y’all for coming and supporting me tonight. It was weird to have so much love in the seats.”

She smiled. “No problem, Krash. You know we’ve always got you.”

“The media is going crazy!” Gary exclaimed.

“You’ve got hella clubs willing to pay a pretty penny,” Deionte added.

I shook my head. “I don’t care about any of that. I want to celebrate at home with my lady tonight. Tell everyone I’m having the biggest party of the year next weekend. Anyone who is anyone will be in the building. They can pull up on me then to celebrate this victory,” I explained to Gary and Deionte.

“That’s what I like to see. Put your family first, always,” Mr. James chimed in. He patted me on the back and gave me an approving head nod.

“I’ll have more time to spend at home with Bernice. I’m only going to be at the gym four days a week. When the baby comes, I’ll only go in a couple hours a day. I want to give Bernice the leeway to work as much or as little as she wants once our baby is here.”

Mr. James nodded. “I’m glad you have a plan. It might not go exactly as you imagine because newborns change everything. Luckily, y’all won’t ever have to do anything alone.”

Family.

I really had a solid family behind me. Growing up, all I knew was fear and disappointment. All I knew was pain and suffering. To have father figures like Mr. James and Coach Larry saved me from going down a dangerous path. I probably wouldn’t have seen thirty had I not found the two of them.

“Fuck!” Bernice moaned as I stroked deep inside of her.

I placed my hand over her mouth to keep from making too much noise. We hadn’t even made it fifteen minutes into my Dirty Thirty party. The only requirement was all the guests had to wear a shade of brown. I wore a light brown suit with dark leather shoes. My hair was cut and my jewelry shining.

Bernice had on a nude-colored spaghetti strap dress with tan colored sandals. She was fine as hell with her stomach round and ass fat. Every month, it felt like her ass was getting bigger than her belly. I couldn’t keep my hands off the juicy cheeks because she never wore panties anymore. She’d say some shit about needing to let her coochie breathe as much as possible. I didn’t mind though, because it eliminated the hassle of removing her panties when we were in moments like this.

“You got to be quiet, Bern. You want the world to know what you sound like when you taking all this dick?” I asked in a hushed tone as I continued to pound into her wetness.

“Mmm. The music the DJ is playing will drown out my moans.” She placed her hands on the sink and tossed her head back as she fucked me back.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum on the dick you’re addicted to.” I snaked my free hand to play with her clit. The stroke and stimulation sent her over the edge of ecstasy.

Her body shook as she released an intense orgasm onto me. I followed shortly after. As we came down from the high, she turned to look into my eyes and grinned. “Happy birthday, Key.”

“Thanks, beautiful.”

I pecked her lips before we cleaned up our mess and discreetly exited the bathroom. We looked at each other, looking to make sure we didn’t leave any evidence of our quickie. She stepped onto the tips of her toes to peck my lips several times.

“Let’s celebrate more life tonight, my love.” Her smile lit up her brown irises.

“Lead the way, my queen.”

“Your queen? I like that.” She giggled.

When we reentered the room, all eyes were on us as everyone cheered and clapped. The venue was huge with two floors for guests to mingle. The top floor had a small bar as well as a fruit table. The lower floor had tables to dine from the caterer as well as a huge bar with two bartenders. The DJ booth was in the far corner. Gold and white décor covered the two floors. In total, there had to be almost a hundred people in the room at any given moment. Most of them were other boxers, a couple rappers, R&B singers, and fans. I wanted to have all works of life in the building to celebrate with me.

“Happy birthday, Krash!” Everyone shouted in unison as bottles of champagne were popped in my honor.

The DJ played Post Malone’s “Congratulations” as I walked through the room and spoke to different people. The building was packed, and bottles were being distributed everywhere. Everyone looked amazing in their different shades of brown.

“Happy birthday, Krash. The party is lit as fuck. You’ve had the city turned up since your retirement match. I also see you’re expecting. Congratulations on everything.”

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