Page 22 of Deacon

“Who the hell is Carol Ann? I know good and damn well you didn’t bring me to another woman’s house,” Squeak snaps.

Hearing the roaring coming from Gunz’s and Shadow’s irons, my focus momentarily shifts to see both men pulling off toward my front gate.

“Hello. I’m waiting, nigga. You better tell me something, or I’ll be the next person to go zipping out of this damn driveway.” Squeak’s voice has a challenging and demanding tone that makes my dick brick up as a smile forms on my lips.

“Make sure you keep this energy when my dick is beating your pussy out of the frame.” I squeeze her hand and continue to the door with nothing more to add. Looking into the camera, I turn the knob and step into my foyer once the locks disengage.

Thanks to technology, I don’t need keys as my front door unlocks by scanning my retina through the camera that one might assume is a peephole in the center of the door.

“Nigga, you must be delusional. I’m not fucking you.”

“Yet. Welcome home, Squeak. Let me give you the tour so you can get comfortable.” Releasing Squeak’s hand, I continue through the foyer before pointing out the formal living room Ma insisted I have. “I don’t use this room, but you can change it however you see fit if you don’t like the way the design chick has it set up.”

“Lord, what the hell have I gotten myself in,” Squeak mumbles behind me, causing a sinister grin to form.

Without responding, I continue showing Squeak the dining room, half bath, the office, and kitchen on this bottom level.

“Where is Carol Ann?” Squeak questions as we exit the kitchen when I head toward the fully finished basement. Her arctic tone makes me chuckle, although I don’t bother to answer, as she’s about to meet Carol Ann as soon as we reach the bottom level.

Descending the steps, I flip the switch on the wall, illuminating the room before speaking again.

“This is my man cave, but there’s an empty room down here that you can use for a woman’s cave. If it’s insufficient, I can have a she-shed built out back that you can have designed to your liking.”

The projector-like screen hanging on the wall gives me a theater feel any time I want to watch a game. The stadium seats set up like a viewing room at a showing of a newly released film allow my boys to hang out whenever they want to escape their cribs. There is also a popcorn station and a full bar to round out this space. I also have a full gym room, laundry area, a full basement, and an empty room down here. Moving toward the empty room, a smirk rises on my face as I turn the knob to open the closed door.

“Say hi, Carol Ann,” I say, stepping into the room.

“Oh shit. I know you’re fucking lying!” Squeak shouts.

“Ssh. You don’t want Carol Ann to think y’all ain’t gonna be friends and shit.”

Looking at Squeak, a low chuckle leaves my mouth from the bulging in her eyes and the steps she’s taking, leaving me in the room alone.

“Friends? Are you serious right now? Did your mom drop you on your head three times when you were a baby?”

A full laugh escapes my mouth that has me doubling over because where the hell did Squeak get such an exact number.

“Man, what? Why three times?”

“My mom dropped me twice, and I still have the presence of common sense. Clearly, more than that meant insanity for you. Who the hell has a bearded dragon as a pet? Then you got the nerve to have the thing wearing a tutu and rhinestone collar.”

“Carol Ann likes looking her best like any other woman. You’re tripping and gonna hurt my girl’s feelings, Squeak.”

“Take me the fuck home. I don’t care who could come after me. This shit can’t be real.” Squeak turns and walks off while continuing to rant about fine-ass niggas with missing screws.

A couple hours later…

Squeak was less than thrilled when I told her in no uncertain terms that she wouldn’t be sleeping anywhere other than my bed. I said to her that ensuring her safety meant having her in my presence even while she slept. The ranting, huffing, and puffing she did soon after didn’t change my mind or sway me, prompting me to gather things for her to take a shower. The minute she slammed the bathroom door, the sound of waterrunning in my shower hit my ears. I had to put my dick in a headlock immediately when blood rushed to my member, activating an urge to fuck Squeak. Instead of calming myself, it did the opposite, causing me to think about my parents fucking to get my shit to return to normal.

I damn near twisted my ankle, fleeing from my bedroom, when Squeak opened the door with smoke pouring out while wearing my T-shirt and boxers. It took me almost twenty minutes of running on my treadmill to cool down enough to return to my room for my shower. Unlike every other day, my shower had been arctic, which was what I needed to get through the rest of the night.

“Did your petty ass really put a pillow barrier down the bed?” I ask.

Laughing hysterically upon walking into my room after my shower, I shake my head at the sight before me.

“I sure and the fuck did. It's bad enough you’re forcing me to sleep in your bed. I don’t need your crazy rubbing off on me in the middle of the night.”

“Damn. This is about to be fun, Squeak.” Walking to my bed, I drop my towel, revealing my naked body, pull the covers back, and ease in as a gasp falls from Squeak’s mouth. “Oh yeah, I like to sleep the same way I came into the world. You don’t mind, do you?”

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