Page 31 of A Toxic Redemption

"Shit, I want that too." I licked my lips as I stared at her body. "But yeah, I listened. I'm not all bad Luck."

"I know." She chuckled before stopping to cheer on KJ. I couldn't help but stand back and admire them both. She really did fuck with my little man. "But my daddy and Sasha are only in town for a couple of days. We always spend Christmas together, and I wanted to come kick it with Kira tonight, so I said, why not? The plan is for us to chill at my house tomorrow, just the three of us."

"You know you're more than welcome to come eat with us, right?"

"Thank you." She looked back and smiled at me, and I swear my heart skipped or some shit. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah." I shook my head slightly as I rubbed my chest. "I think that pork from the pizza is raising my pressure or something."

"Do you want to leave?" She looked worried. "KJ, daddy isn't feeling good and—"

"Oh, so a nigga's daddy now?" I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her waist. "I like that."

"Anyway," she simpered and moved from my embrace. "This is the first year with Sasha, and I just want to spend time with her and my father. He really likes her, and I want to get to know her. It seems like she's going to be around for a while."

"What about your mom?" I asked. We were going from game to game, but it was cool. I wanted KJ to wear himself out because if it's left up to me, I'm ending my night buried inside of this girl. "Is she around?"

"I don't know shit about the lady." Lucky shrugged, but I could tell that question bothered her. "I've never met her."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry." I kicked myself for being insensitive even though I didn't mean to be. "I didn't mean to pry."

"It's okay." She hopped onto the back of the motorcycle with KJ. He insisted he needed her help, but I feel like he was playing her ass. "I don't know if she's dead or alive. She left me and my father when I was a baby and never looked back. She could walk in here right now, and I wouldn't know who she was."

"Damn." I shook my head in disbelief. "You're just like me."

"How so?" She looked back and asked. "Sorry, hold that thought. KJ and I gotta win."

For the next two hours, I watched those two run from game to game, machine to machine, having the time of their lives. They spent so much of a nigga's money at that arcade that I wanted to call Bino and Jake to mask up and rob this muhfucka just so I could get some of my money back. Once KJ started to get agitated, I knew it was time for us to roll.

"This was really fun, Khalil." Lucky placed her hand on top of mine as I drove through the city. "I didn't think I would have enjoyed myself as much as I did."

"Yeah." I glanced at her as we rode through town. The streets were kind of crowded because of the holiday, but it was bearable. "Is it safe to say that we can do this again? With or without the heathen?"

"Khalil." She sighed as she sat back in her seat. "You're a cool guy. You're crazy as hell and have more whores than Hugh Hefner, but I can tell you're a decent man. I just don't think that we should do that."

"Do what?" I asked as I pulled up into her complex. I've been here so much lately that I paid to get my own designated spot. "Get to know each other as friends?"

"Friends?" She turned and faced me once I parked. "Nothing more, right?" She looked at me skeptically. "Just kicking it and out to eat type friends?"

"I mean, I want to start spending the night and waking up to your pussy on my face, too." I shrugged because there was no point in lying about it. "I one hundred percent want to drop dick off in you from sunup to sundown. That's the kind of friend I want to be."

"Goodnight, Khalil." Lucky unbuckled her seatbelt and gathered her things to leave. "I would hate to have to stab one of your bitches, so that's not a good idea—"

"Give me a goodnight kiss," I cut her off because the shit she was speaking was null and void to a nigga. I get what she was saying, but I just didn't care about it. "Just a lil' peck, nothing major."

Luck eyed me skeptically before she leaned over the console to peck my cheek. I grabbed hold of her face and brought her lips to mine. She tried to resist me at first and pull back from me, but I wasn't having that shit. After a few moments of tryingto pry her lips apart, she gave in, and a nigga finally got what he wanted. It's been days since I was able to get a taste of her, and that shit was driving me fuckin' crazy. We both sat their tongue wrestling each other, battling for dominance and control. Following her lead, I allowed her to have it.

"Wait, we can't do this," she panted as she pulled back from me. "We have to stop, Khalil."

"Why?" I gripped her neck and brought her closer to me. "You know you like that shit."

"I do." She sighed as I applied pressure. "Get my baby out of this air." She nodded her head toward the backseat at a sleeping KJ. "I don't want him out this late."

"Let us come in then," I murmured against her lips. "You want me traveling up and down these unsafe roads at night with my son in the car?" I pulled back and looked into her frowning face. "What if I break down and have car trouble? What if—"

"Okay, Khalil." She giggled and pulled back. "Come on."

Cutting the ignition, I helped Lucky gather our things before going into the backseat and getting KJ out. My little man was slumped over and snoring like he'd just worked a double. I hope he kept this same energy when I laid his little ass down because it's my turn to enjoy Lucky now.

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