Page 32 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

“Ya’ll had the girl sent away after ya’ll beat her ass.” I reminded her.

She muffled a giggle. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, she’s doing much better, and she’s paid to.”

“What makes you think that?”

“She came around here a while ago and she was with that nigga named ‘Kidd’ he’s dead now though; but anyway, yeah, she was with him, and she pulled out a gun on me.”

I raised a brow. “Kisha?” I asked surprised, that didn’t even sound like her.

“Yep, she did.”

“I’m sure it was for a damn good reason, you was probably fucking with that girl.” I said. “Why you always fucking with people Dreka? Somebody gon’ take yo ass up outta here one day if you don’t stop. I guarantee you said something to her.”

“So, what, she shouldn’t have been fucking you behind my back.” She tried to make me see it her way.

“She wasn’t fucking me though, she was being a friend when I needed her.”

She sucked her teeth. “It doesn’t matter, why are we talking about her anyway?”

“Because, you brought her up.” I reminded her delusional ass.

She waved her hand in the air. “It doesn’t matter; she’s not even an issue today.”

“But she is though.” I replied.

“What does that mean?” She frowned.

“She ain’t going nowhere; what’s real is gon’ stay put. We weren’t fucking back then but we are now. That’s my woman and the mother of my unborn child.”

She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yep.” I replied. “So see, it doesn’t pay to be evil because she still came out on top while ya’ll bitches stuck in the same place.” I waved her off just as Demond was walking back up. “You can go now.” I hopped off the hood.

“You good?” He asked me while eyeballing Dreka. She rolled her eyes and stomped off with a hurt ego.

“Yep.” I looked at my watch. “Let’s ride, I gotta go.”

He stared at Dreka as she walked off with all-of-that ass shaking behind her. “Damn.” He mumbled. “You hit that?”

“Been there, done that.” I said.

He cranked the car, still looking. “Shit, you the man.”

I chuckled. “Take me to my ride, I gotta get home.”

“I got one more stop.” He said.

“You on yo own man. I need to get home to my pregnant girl and I’m not fucking with you and no more dope spots tonight. Next spot I go into I’m laying a nigga down and taking his shit, and I’m trying not to live that life no more.”

He hit the block turning in the direction of the shop. “I guess a nigga can respect that.”

On the way home, Brittany called me once, but I didn’t answer.

I told her I would get back with her, damn it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours.

By the time I made it home it was a little after 11pm and Kisha was still up gossiping with Mya; when she saw me come in, she hung up the phone.

I threw the keys on the counter and walked to the couch where she was sitting wearing a bra and a pair of my boxer shorts.

Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and her eyeglasses sat perfectly on her face.

She must’ve been studying because that was the only time she wore those glasses; I didn’t care though cause she was cute as fuck.

I kicked my shoes off and lay in between her legs after kissing her stomach. I couldn’t believe how fast it was growing. “We gon’ have us a big boy Kish. You look at least five months already.” I said.

She laughed. “How you know it gon’ be a boy? You don’t know that.” She said.

“Wishful thinking.” I told her.

I looked at her breast, they were bigger than usual and that shit was turning me on, between her pregnancy glow and everything else, I could fuck her every night if she let me.

Besides that pregnant pussy was something different, that shit was addictive.

I reached up and kissed her lips, stopping to gently suck on them before pulling back.

“Where you been?” She asked me.

“Working.” I replied.

“Reesie has been calling here for you all day, but I didn’t answer every call; only one.”

“And what happened?”

“She asked me how I was doing, and I told her ‘very pregnant’.” She responded.

I kind of wanted to tell Reesie that by myself but it was cool. “And what did she say?” I asked.

“She said congrats like she was cool with it.”

I left it alone and used one of my fingers to trace the outline of her nipple before pulling it out to suck on it. I abruptly stop letting go. I hopped up. “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be right back.” I said.

When I came back out, Kisha was changing into a pink satin pajama set. I picked the lotion up from the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed. “Put this on my back and shoulders for me baby.”

Her hands felt so good going up and down my back, stopping to massage my shoulders for a little when it was time to rub there as well.

When we were finished, we snuggled up together in the bed.

I used my strength to hold her close and make her feel comfortable as the scent of cocoa butter filled my nose.

“When you want to start getting stuff for the baby?” I asked.

“Whenever you’re ready.” She answered.

“Tomorrow.” I said. “Let’s make some time tomorrow.”

“I want to ask you something.” She said out of nowhere.

I didn’t think much of it. “Go ahead baby.”

Without looking at me she asked. “Who is Brittany?”

Now I thought something of it. “Just a customer from the shop. Why?”

“I heard she hangs around there a lot.” She replied.

Oh, shit. This was the bullshit I wanted to avoid.

This was one of the main reasons why I was about to tell Brittany she had to find another job or check for other resources.

My girl was questioning me before Brittany even started.

I knew that nobody besides Mya told her that shit and I couldn’t even blame her.

Mya hated Brittany. I guess Mya popped up too many times and Brittany came around way too much for her liking.

“You don’t have shit to worry about.” I let her know rolling her on top of me. She eased up a little to avoid from being flat on her stomach. “Trust me baby, she’s just a customer and we do a lot of business with her.”

Kisha didn’t say anything else; instead, she melted to my touch when I gently massaged her breast again.

I unbuttoned her top and kissed her on the mouth and her neck.

I rolled her over and slowly pulled her pajama pants off.

I don’t know why she wore these shits anyway knowing that I was addicted like a motherfucker.

I opened her legs and gently ran my tongue down the inner of her thigh and then all over her clit before finding that spot that drove her crazy.

“Meek!” She moaned while bucking her pussy in my mouth allowing me to bring her pleasure in her most womanly spot.

I focused on her clit and lightly sucked on it like a lemon-head.

She gasped out loud shaking her legs around me.

“Oh! Meek!” She thrust against me as soon as I lightly flickered my tongue over her swollen clit.

“Put it in.” She begged as her juices trickled on the silk sheets.

I lift up and pulled my dick out feeling up her insides. “Meekkk!” She wined in pleasure as I took my time stroking the pussy hitting every angle of her walls causing her to gasp with every stroke. She ran her hands up and down my back.

I wrapped her legs around my waist and put myself in position so she could keep them tucked there.

I made sure I stayed far away from her stomach not wanting to jab my lil nigga in the head or no shit like that.

I couldn’t ignore the pleasure I felt though as the warmness and gushiness of her walls pulled on the tight skin of my dick.

After a while my movements picked up in pace since I felt that rupture coming but I refused to let go until she came first. I eased out a little and put my curved dick back inside of her at a different angle so I could hit that spot that drove her crazy.

“Shit Meek.” She moaned out loud. The little specks of sweat that glistened on her swollen breast drove a nigga crazy.

“I’m cumming Meek.” She let out a long moan as her legs shook like a butterfly around me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I put my hands under her ass cheeks spreading them as far as I could.

My body convulsed on top of her. “Kisha!” I called her name and bit down on my bottom lip letting it all out as she ran her soft hands up and down my back.

After that sex, we fell asleep in each other arms just like we were supposed to.

I had a long day ahead of me; I had to visit Ressie, shop with Kisha, and chill for a little bit.

I was glad I wasn’t going back to the shop until another two days.

The next day after I visit Reesie and set her ass straight, I headed to the stores with Kisha and let her pick out everything that she wanted.

“Was Reesie okay?” She asked as we held hands walking through Babies-R-Us going from aisle to aisle.

“She was pissed about me having a kid on the way but other than that she’s okay. They keep putting her court date off, that’s how they do when they’re trying to build a case and gather enough evidence.” I said.

“Well, I hope she’s okay with everything.” She said picking up a pack of glass bottles and bibs.

I stepped out the aisle to answer my phone. “Yes Victoria?”

“How about mom?” She replied. “I’m your mother, accept it.”

“Act like it first.” I sighed. I didn’t have time for this shit today.

“I want to come see you.” She said.

“Not if you coming to disrespect my girl, you should just stay where you are. I haven’t heard from you in months so what brings you out now?”

“I was giving you some time since you talked to me like shit the last time I saw you.”

“Stop with the passive aggressive shit like you’re so innocent and shit. You started all of this. You don’t even call me just to ask am I okay or if I’m a hundred percent healed from what happen. You call talking crap all the time.”

“I tried to check on you Meek, stop the bullshit. You never pick up.”

“I’m kind of busy right now, I have to call you back.” I said now following behind Kisha down the aisles I should’ve been doing this with her and not watching her. “I’m with my pregnant girlfriend trying to shop right now so I gotta call you back.”

“Pregnant girlfriend?” She asked shocked. “Who’s pregnant?”

“Kisha’s pregnant, who else would it be.”

“And you weren’t going to tell me?”

“For what? You didn’t even raise me, what could you possibly get out of knowing about my child? I’ll call you later.” I said, trying to rush her off the phone. I got lucky when the call dropped anyway.

“I’m almost done now Meek.” Kisha said pushing the basket.

I tried to do it for her. “I got it.”

She pushed my hand away. “I’m pregnant, not handicap; leave me alone.” She snapped.

I stood there and scratched my head, this shit was confusing, women were confusing period.

Since Kisha got pregnant her attitude normally switched up quick and I’m assuming it was the hormones; instead of getting mad at her, I kissed her cheek and met her at the register to pay for the damage she did.

I wasn’t spending no more money after that so when we made it home, I cooked so she could rest. Nothing major; fried chicken wings for me and grilled chicken for her with some string beans and yellow rice.

She hated that I made her eat her chicken grilled, instead of fried like mine, but I needed my baby to get here healthy.

The next two days were cool, we got to spend some time together and just chill but when the time was up, I had to get back on that job to make up for some of the money I spent.

It was bright and early, and a nigga was in a good mood.

On the way to the shop, I witness a full out fucking robbery right there at the Krispy Kreme donuts and I automatically knew it had to be some drug beef; prime example of why I didn’t fuck with that shit.

I pulled up to the shop and walked in feeling like a new nigga after resting up.

I knew Demond was in this bitch somewhere cause the door was open to his office.

I knocked on the door and since it was half cracked it opened right up. “Yo D.” I said peeking my head in the door.

Brittany looked up at me from the file cabinet. “Oh, he’s not here he went to get breakfast.” She said.

What the fuck? We didn’t agree on this shit, what the fuck was she doing here? This was a fucking mistake. She was about to be a problem. I slammed the door and walked to my office to get his ass on the phone.

“What up nigga?” He answered.

“Yo, we gotta fucking talk.” I said.

We needed to come to fairground about this shit. He better had been ready to take the wrap for anything she did.