Page 46 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings

Staten

I ’d left my cell in the bunker, shut off, but once I got in the car and started toward home, I turned it on to make sure I didn’t have any emergency calls.

Before leaving with my brothers, I already let Cambrie know I would be home late, but the missed calls from Nadia threw me off.

She didn’t leave a message or text, so I decided I would just get back at her tomorrow.

I needed a shower, blunt, and drink. As tense as I was, some pussy wouldn’t hurt.

I pulled up on my house and into the garage to park close to eleven p.m. Killing the engine, I climbed out slowly.

I had to bypass Cambrie’s bedroom through the rest of the house.

Her door was closed, but the minute she heard the door shut behind me, it popped open.

She skimmed me slowly, still cloaked in all black, smelling like gun powder and weed.

With a fresh face and her hair falling in loose waves to her shoulders, she brought her soft pink, silk robe tighter around her.

Kissing her wasn’t something I planned to do.

She was talking, and she was easily one of the prettiest women I’d ever been around.

Her smile and that low laugh of hers got me.

The way she lit up a room when she walked into it was addictive.

I didn’t have anything to say, so I bowed my head and ducked past her.

Once I showered and handled my oral hygiene, I fired up a blunt on the balcony and took in the stars sparkling while inhaling fresh air.

I’d wrestled with the decision long enough.

If Marcella couldn’t figure it out by tonight’s events, I was sticking around.

Eventually, the munchies hit, and after checking in with my brothers to make sure they were good, I decided to go grab something from the kitchen.

The faint ocean mist aroma throughout the halls was refreshing.

My house felt like a home the last couple of days, with everything in its place for the most part.

We finally had some order around here, but it was a work in progress keeping the kids on top of their shit.

I didn’t expect to find Cambrie standing at the island when I walked in.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching her prep multiple containers with mini sandwiches, fruit, and cubes of cheese.

It wasn’t just some regular shit either, she’d cut the sandwiches into different shapes and arranged the fruit neatly, making a whole display out of it.

“Meal prepping,” she answered, sealing one shut and pushing it to the side. “The kids start school in like a day… and I know that school lunch is typically trash. I thought I’d give them the option of something else. I also made a few for you, high protein, of course, with veggies.”

Sliding around the side of the counter beside her, there was barely any space between us, but she continued to work busily like I didn’t just rattle her with my presence.

I noticed the slight tremble in her hand and the way her breathing changed.

The Dove soap she used toyed with my nose.

There was an unsettling ripple through my stomach I was unfamiliar with, and it only seemed to happen when I was around her.

She fidgeted with the lid to one of the containers, and I gently placed my hand over the top.

“Cambrie.” When I said her name, her oval-shaped orbs fell on my hand first, before drifting up my tatted arms and looking me in the eye.

“Staten.” The way my name rolled off her lips was like a calling to my dick.

I didn’t want to give her another chance to deny what we obviously both were feeling.

The battle of wills between me and the right thing was thin.

I was still high off adrenaline and weed, badly in need of a release.

Scooping her off the ground, I carried her to the other side of the kitchen and lifted her onto the counterspace in the corner near the stove.

She was in this long silk gown that I easily lifted past her meaty ass thighs, parting her legs with my frame as her tongue eased into my mouth in slow strokes.

Tucking a finger under one of the straps of the gown, I gently tugged it down to access one of her supple breasts.

Her nipples had pebbled underneath the soft material, and I broke the kiss to take one in my mouth.

Chest heaving anxiously, her head hit the cabinet behind her.

Still suckling on her like a newborn, I lowered my hands to her thighs, giving them a squeeze before lifting her gown and bringing my thumb to her nub.

A broken moan escaped her lips, and I slipped a finger inside her while massaging her love button.

“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 vice grip 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 was somebody 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.”