Page 76 of Intercept My Heart

“I don’t want to nut like this. Let me grab a condom. Bend over so I can feel my pussy.” I kept condoms in our bathroom drawers for moments like this. I never wanted to be caught slipping again. Once I got back into the shower and applied the condom, I closed my eyes again because I didn’t want to lose sight of the visual. I needed this nut, and no one was going to mess it up for me.

As soon as I entered her, I pumped feverishly. This wasn’t the time for lovemaking. I was strictly fucking.

“Money, wait! You’re too deep!” Harper squealed, fucking up the moment. I tried to tune her out so I didn’t fuck up my nut. I did listen and pull out a little because I knew she would only continue to complain. I was gonna fuck around and get blue balls messing around with Harper, so I had to come back to reality for a moment. Slowing down my stroke, I pulled back some. My dick was thick and long, so I understood there may be some discomfort, but Harper’s walls weren’t even that tight for all of this extra shit.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes as I tried to recenter. I held her waist and pumped into her as deep as she would allow. In my head, I could hear Sunny screaming my name and begging me to fuck her harder and deeper. My strokes became more precise as I tried to find her G-spot. Harper didn’t get as wet as Sunny, but the water helped. I poked at her spot until her screams grew louder. My balls started tingling, and I picked up a little more speed until I could feel it rising. Within seconds, I was shooting my nut down the drain.

“Shit!” My body shook as I recovered. When I finally opened my eyes to see Harper, I felt a little guilty for my disappointment. I needed to sit down and figure this whole thing out because there was no way I could continue on like this. Since I had to head to practice soon, I decided to talk to Sunny once I dropped the boys off. She needed to know the truth about myfeelings. Once I got that off my chest, I would be able to deal with this thing with Harper.

“Is there something wrong with your phone?” I questioned Charae as soon as I stepped into her house. I’d been calling and texting her, but she seemed to be avoiding me. I’d been going through withdrawals without her, and I needed to get to the bottom of things.

“No, my phone works fine,” she replied, turning to walk down the hallway. I got ready to follow her, but the sound of footsteps caught my attention.

“What’s up, Pops?” Cashmir greeted me with a warm hug.

“What’s good with you, Son?”

“Nothing much. Moolah and I worked out earlier. We’re probably gonna practice a few plays tonight. Are you staying for dinner?”

“What are you doing here?” Moolah asked from the top of the stairs.

“Is there a problem with me being here?”

“It depends on why you’re here.” He gave me a disapproving glare.

“I’m here to speak with your mother. Is that alright with you?” He shoved his phone into his pocket before he stepped closer to me. My guard was up because Moolah was unpredictable at times.

“You fuckin’ my mama?”

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth. Your mama might let you get away with that shit, but I’m not her.” I was fuming. This wasn’t what I came over here for, but Moolah had pissed me off.

“You still haven’t answered my question. I knew there was a reason you were coming around. Be honest and admit it. She’s the real reason why you’re so interested in being a father,” he pressed. This time, we were chest to chest.

“Cashynn! Enough!” Sunny yelled as she strutted down the hallway.

“Stay out of this. That’s his problem now. You’re always trying to cover and coddle him. I’m not some stranger trying to correct your child. He’s my son too.” I expected her to give me pushback, but instead, she stood there with her arms folded. Originally, I came here to deal with Sunny’s attitude toward me, but it was clear she wasn’t the only person in my family with an issue.

“I thought we squashed this shit. I guess not. What is your issue with me? Huh?”

“I ain’t got a problem, but if you’re using us to get to her, you might as well stop. You broke her heart once, and I’m not about to let you do it again. We don’t need you.” There weren’t too many things that could hurt my feelings, but Moolah’s words stung.

“What am I doing wrong? You call, I answer. You ask for something, and I make sure you have it. I show up to all of your games. You asked me to help you get in shape—I leave my practices and come right to you. I haven’t talked to your mama in weeks, but how many days this week have I called to check on you? Huh? Every fucking day! I never let a day go by without out telling you I love you, but it’s still not enough for you.

“I accepted your distance in the beginning because we were all going through something, but now I don’t know what to do. The more I try to show you that I’m here, the more you pushme away. What is it? Do you want me to leave you alone? ’Cause I’m telling you right now it’s never gonna happen. You and your brother are the only family I’ve got! You may not need me, but I damn sure need you. So again, what are we gonna do?” We stood in front of each other with matching frowns and tears.

Nobody told you how vulnerable being a parent made you. I had beaten mothafuckas for less, but Moolah was my seed. He wasn’t someone I could wash my hands of and walk away from. He was my flesh and blood. A reflection of me. He was hurt, but the only emotion he felt comfortable expressing was anger. I’d been in that place before, so I understood his struggle more than he knew. I spent my whole childhood being angry at the world. Tootie used to get so tired of coming to the school whenever I got into a fight, but it didn’t stop anything. I was mad at the world, and everyone had to suffer with me. The difference between the two of us was that my parents were never coming back, but I was here, trying to make up for the time we lost.

I pulled Moolah into my arms and hugged him. He hesitated for a moment before hugging me back. Cash stood on the side of his brother, and I reached out and grabbed him too. It was my responsibility to teach my sons it was okay to express your emotions. A real man knew when to be tough and when to open up. This wasn’t the interaction I expected to have when I came over here, but it was needed. At the end of the day, my sons needed to know that I was here. I loved Sunny, but even if we never got back together, I would never abandon my sons. We hugged for a while longer before we finally separated.

I stayed for dinner since I still needed to have a conversation with Sunny. Once we finished eating, I played video games with the twins until their friends started calling. I hugged both of my boys and let them know I would be calling in the morning. Sunny disappeared after dinner, but I figured she probably retreated to her room. Knocking on the door, I waited for her to answer. Ittook a while, and I thought about walking away until she finally opened the door.

“What do you want?”

“We need to talk, and no, it’s not optional. Put some clothes on and meet me outside.” She rolled her eyes but turned to put a hoodie on. Since the boys were awake, I thought it would be best if we spoke outdoors. They might have suspected something was going on between us, but they weren’t aware of everything.

I headed out to my car and leaned against it. Lately, I’d been trying to figure out what my next moves would be. Right now, it seemed like I was freefalling with no sense of direction. My professional life was going well, but my home life was all over the place. It was times like these that made me want to call Tootie or Uncle Ro, but they were still on my shit list. As much as I tried to make the right decisions, it seemed like I was getting further and further from the mark.

The door slammed, alerting me that Sunny had finally come out. She wore matching green and pink sweats to go with her hoodie. Even dressed down, her beauty was flawless.

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