Page 137 of Deuce

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Dillinger?”

“Whatchu’ gon’ do about it?”

She pushed me back until my back hit the mattress, then leaned over to give me the nastiest kiss. My dick immediately bricked in my pants. As she kissed me, she reached between us and into my pants to pull it out.

She moaned against my mouth. “Mmm… you wanna know what I’m gonna do about it, Daddy?” she asked as she stroked my dick.

“Fuck, yeah.”

My hands worked overtime undo the buttons of her shift. There were way too many for my liking, so I just ripped that shit open. Buttons flew everywhere as her titties popped out in a red, lacy bra.

“Shit,” I muttered. “Put that pussy on me. That muthafucka been marinating my favorite juices all day.”

She giggled as she lifted her hips. She didn’t bother taking her panties off. She simply pulled them to the side and eased down onto my dick with a satisfactory moan. Her pussy was so fucking wet that it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out just how I fucked around and got her pregnant.

I remembered the first time I entered her with no barrier between us, and it dawned on me that I’d made peace with becoming a father in that very moment. I’d said that shit out loud, too. It was funny shit now that things had come full circle. My fuckin’ baby was having my fuckin’ baby.

I could already tellthat I was going to kill this man before I even had this baby. He was already doing the fucking most. Today was our first appointment with the OBGYN and he was about to make us late. We were lucky to get this appointment because he made me cancel the first one because of the physician being a man.

Since I found out I was pregnant, I’d been looking for a female doctor. All the highly recommended ones weren’t taking new patients. The man I finally went with was highly respected and had an impeccable record.

That didn’t matter.

“I don’t want no nigga looking at your pretty ass pussy and getting any ideas. I’ll shoot his ass dead.”

That was his logic.

I knew it came from nowhere but watching those damnLifetimemovies with my mama that week and a half he stayedthere with me. He told me if a nigga ever tried to fuck me while I was carrying his child, he would end up in a body bag.

Rather than argue with him, I canceled the appointment and continued my search. I found nothing, and I was pissed about it until he came to me one day with an appointment card for the OBGYN I really wanted to go to.

When I asked him how he got me in, he simply told me that money talks. I wondered if a threat accompanied that talk. I didn’t question it, though. Now today was the day of the appointment. After we left, we planned to go tell my mother and his family.

“Deuce, I can buckle myself in!” I fussed.

“Sit your ass back and let me do this. You ain’t about to squish my damn baby.”

I heaved a frustrated sigh. He looked at me and grinned as he clicked the seatbelt into place.

“Fix your face, mama.”

Tipping my chin, he pressed his lips to mine before closing the door. I pulled out my phone to text Shar.

Me: Is it a crime of passion if I kill him now? You think I could blame it on the hormones and plead temporary insanity?

Bestie: LMAO ?? . He can’t be that bad, Salima.

Me: Oh, but he is and I’m only freshly pregnant. I have months of this to deal with.

Bestie: At least he ain’t a deadbeat.

Me: ?? I guess.

Bestie: Make sure you get me a set of ultrasound pictures!

Me: I got you.

I needed several printouts, and I hoped it wasn’t a problem. When I looked up from my phone, we were in the drive through at Coffee-ish, my favorite coffee spot. I smiled as Deuce ordered my favorite drink and breakfast sandwich. I guess that made up for him getting on my nerves.

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