Page 10 of Certified Pressure 3
I laid there catching my breath, still feeling his strokes in my body. His deep tone carried even through the closed door, and I froze when I realized who he was talking to.
It was Pluto…
He was asking her where she was, telling her to be ready so they could make her doctor’s appointment and see what was going on with the baby.
My stomach twisted so hard I almost felt sick. We had just fucked like he couldn’t get enough of me, and the first thing on his mind afterwards was her. He could’ve at least laid here with me, cuddled up, whispered something in my ear, but no. He was calling Pluto like she was the one he had been dreaming about.
By the time he came out the bathroom, I was sitting up with the towel wrapped around me, staring at him with an attitude I couldn’t hide.
He glanced at me, blowing smoke from his blunt, then said flatly, “Get in the shower with me.”
I folded my arms. “You sure you don’t want Pluto to come instead?”
The second the words left my mouth, I knew I had fucked up. Pressure’s nostrils flared, and that look came over his face, the one that said he was two seconds from snapping.
He stepped closer, towering over me, blunt in one hand, and his voice dropped low, filled with that edge that always reminded me who I was dealing with.
“Don’t start that shit,” he warned. “I told you before, if you here, you here. I don’t wanna always hear you speakin’ negative. What’s the point of us even getting married if you gon’ keep doin’ that shit?”
The authority in his voice shut me up quick, because he wasn’t playing. He never did.
“Now,” he said, staring down at me, “get in the shower with me. We gon’ wash up, get dressed, and go eat breakfast. You gon’ be right by my side, actin’ like you supposed to or we just ain’t gon’ make it.”
I swallowed hard, holding his gaze, and nodded. “Alright,” I murmured, even though the attitude was still sitting with me. I had to remind myself that I signed up for this shit, and no matter how I felt, no matter what Pluto had over him, I was the one with him now, and if being his fiancé meant swallowing my pride sometimes, then I would.
I stood up, let the towel fall, and followed him into the bathroom.
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
Even though me and Kashmere just had some good ass sex, I could feel the tension between us. That shit was sittin’ right in the middle of the room with us, even with the water runnin’ down on us. She was too quiet, and Kash ain’t never been the type to stand here with her mouth closed unless somethin’ was eatin’ her alive. Normally she would be laughin, talkin’ shit, tryna get my attention every second, and now she was stoic, like she was stuck in her head.
I ain’t need to play the guessin’ game to figure it out, ‘cause I knew what the fuck it was. Pluto… my baby, me callin’ her right after I busted her open and dicked her down. I knew thatshit cut her, but at the end of the day, my baby was gon’ always come first. That shit wasn’t even up for debate, and Kash had to understand that, especially if she wanted to be my wife. She could cry, roll her eyes, and throw a tantrum, but she wasn’t gon’ never make me turn my back on what was mine.
Still, I ain’t like seein’ her like this. Kash might’ve been loud at times, her mouth reckless as fuck, but that girl loved me. She had been stickin’ it out with a nigga through all types of shit. When everybody else switched up, she stayed right where she was supposed to be, and to me—nobody else, that shit counted. She wasn’t weak, and she wasn’t shy about wantin me either. She let it be known, every time and I liked that about her.
I thought about Pluto and Zurie too. I couldn’t come between them, nor was I tryin’ to. I respected that bond. After I paid for Zurie’s surgery and watched her bounce back, I couldn’t help but have love for that little girl. But Pluto wasn’t in arms reach, and that shit bothered me, ‘cause now she carryin’ my baby and I needed to be there.
Shakin’ away my thoughts, I pushed off the wall and stepped over to Kashmere, lettin’ the water beat across my back. I slid my fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the storm behind ‘em.
“What’s wrong wit you, Kash? You too fuckin quiet, and you know I don’t like that shit.”
She let out a sigh but ain’t say a word. That made me tilt her chin up harder, not rough enough to hurt her, but just enough to let her know she wasn’t finna look away.
“I know what it is,” I told her, my voice low but sharp. “You mad about me callin’ Pluto. You mad about the baby. But let me put this in your head right now—that’s my baby, and I’mma always check on what’s mine. That don’t mean I don’t love you, Kash. Don’t ever get shit twisted.”
Her lips parted like she wanted to clap back, but nothin’ came out. I leaned down, kissed her slow and slid my tongue against hers until I felt her body give in. When I pulled back, I licked her bottom lip and smirked.
“I do love you,” I told her plain. “I wouldn’t have you here if I didn’t. You think I let just anybody up in my room? Sleep in my bed? Hell nah. You here ‘cause you mean somethin’ to me. Don’t let that mouth of yours blind you from seein that.”
She looked softer then, mumblin’, “I love you too.”
I frowned. “Say that shit like you mean it. Don’t give me no weak ass, stank attitude behind it.”
That cracked her. She smiled, tryin’ to hide it.
“I love you,” she said again, stronger this time.
“Damn right you do,” I muttered, kissin’ her forehead before wrappin’ my arms around her waist. I held her under the water, lettin’ it pour over both of us, feelin her soft body press into mine. Her hands slid up my back, holdin’ me like she ain’t wanna let go.
