Page 78 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“Mmm,” she whimpered.
Dropping my pants, I freed my dick from my sweats and immediately brought him to her middle. Gliding the tip up and down her wet slit, I smothered her lips with mine when I plunged inside. She simultaneously moaned and shuddered, spreading her hips and allowing me better access into her snug walls. Normally, I hit bitches from the back so I didn’t have to look in their face, but I enjoyed watching her expressions as I worked my way closer to her G-spot with deep strokes. Rolling her hips, she met my thrusts with her own and pulled a vicegrip on me. The deeper I drove into her, the wetter she got. Her nails pinched my flesh while I slow stroked her until she shook and convulsed, giving in to the orgasm that now had my dick trapped.
“Fuck,” I grunted, losing my shit as she robbed me of my nut, making me weak.
Her soft hand swept over my waves before she leaned in panting and kissed me. I had fucked up. Pressing my forehead against hers, I slipped out of her good ass pussy and adjusted myself in my pants. She recognized or at least was familiar with the now distant gaze on my face as she collected herself and slowly climbed down. Collecting her robe around her waist, she tied it, and I backed into the island counter to catch my breath.
“Shit.” Closing my eyes, I stroked my wrinkled forehead. “I didn’t… that wasn’t…”
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” She finished for me, eyes darting around the kitchen in a panic.
Hesitant to speak, my thoughts were muddied with what I wanted to say. Pressing my hands against the counter, I bowed my head and gripped the edge. My head was still spinning from busting inside her. Immediately, I was hit with the possibility of consequences. I had four of them upstairs right now because I was used to thinking with my dick.
“I fucked up,” I admitted. “Are you on birth control or?—”
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it. Goodnight,” she said, barely looking at me before rushing to the nearest exit.
Shaking my head, I swiped my beard and stared after her for a moment. I realized I might have sounded a little cold in the moment, and I honestly hadn’t meant to. Usually I didn’t let a woman’s mind wander on where we stood, but this was something else. Cambrie was someone I respected immediately, and I didn’t want her to have the impression that I wassomebody out to use her. I could barely eat, but I heated up some leftovers before calling it a night.
She’d whipped up cabbage with some grilled chicken and garlic and herb roasted potatoes, and when I finished, I had to have a nightcap. After checking on my kids, I retired to my room, but it was hard to sleep with the rampant thoughts holding me hostage. I smoked half a blunt and got in bed beside an already knocked out Rogue, but I kept wondering if Cambrie was awake and if she was, what was on her mind. Eventually sleep came for me, but it seemed to take forever because before I knew it, the sun was up.
The next morning…
The loud voices throughout the house let me know that I was more than likely about to walk into some bullshit. Pinching the sleep from my eyes, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and saw that it was almost nine a.m. Today we were supposed to go school shopping, and Cambrie was going with us. I, for one, wasn’t looking forward to an outing with all four of my kids, but it had to be done. Sitting up, I yawned and took a breath before going to brush my teeth and floss for my day.
“You don’t tell me what to do, Tavi!” Piaget screamed from the island with a bowl of cereal in front of her.
She was slamming her fists against the counter, emphasizing each word.
“I don’t want to share a room with you anymore!” She moved her face closer to her sister’s seated beside her.
“It’s not okay to wake up blasting music at seven in the morning, Piaget!” Tavi was slouched over, stuffing food in her mouth and rolling her eyes.
“I can do what I want, it’s my room too!” Piaget pressed a finger into her chest, always with the dramatics.
“Piaget, she’s kind of right. It’s inconsiderate. Your daddy is still sleeping,” Cambrie spoke up.
“I don’t need you to agree with me,” Tavi sneered. “You get paid to babysit us, we don’t have to be friends. Plus, I have a mother.”
Awkward tension suddenly coated the air, filling it with silence. I waited to see how Cambrie would react. Cyra was childish and would often go back and forth with Tavi, and somehow, my eleven-year-old daughter managed to get under that girl’s skin. She poked at all of Cyra’s insecurities and got a kick out of it. I wanted to see what Cambrie was made of.
“You’re right,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “That’s not what I’m trying to be, Tavi.”
“She’s going to come back here, and she and my daddy will get back together. It’s only a matter of time. They still love each other,” Tavi concluded. “My mama is pretty too, and she can cook and clean and do all the things you do. So, I wouldn’t get used to it around here too much.”
“I will keep that in mind. I’m going to get dressed, make sure you all finish your breakfast.” Cambrie cleared her throat, and I listened as her footsteps drew closer to me.
When she stepped into the hall, she was surprised to find me standing there.
“There’s a plate for you in the microwave,” she said, brushing past me.
Saga and Rogue were so quiet at the table I didn’t even know they were here. Both seemed satisfied with the waffles, eggs, and bacon they were devouring when I strolled in. I went right for the coffee pot, grabbing a mug out of the cupboard above the machine.
“Tavi, I heard what you said to her. I don’t want to hear you talking like that to Cambrie again. Do you understand?”
“It was the truth.” My daughter shrugged.
“No, it wasn’t,” I corrected her, slamming the pot down after filling my mug. “I don’t care what you believe or what you want to happen, it’s disrespectful to talk to her like that.”
