Page 17 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree

AUbrEE

I smiled as Brasi looked at the camera and talked about which color light was the best for growing plants.

The way he had various plants on my island, and he talked about each one along with what kind of lights he was going to put them under, turned me all the way on.

I never knew I could become aroused from listening to a man talk about science.

I really believed that Brasi’s channel and his social media pages were going to be successful.

Since some of his projects would take a few days or even a few weeks to see the results, I told him to go ahead and start filming the first parts, and he could come back later and make videos as he checked in.

I also suggested he do some projects that would only take a day or two.

He chose Friday to be the days that he uploaded new videos.

He was going to upload one video a week.

I made him a logo and created his social media pages.

His YouTube only had two hundred subscribers, but I was confident the number would increase as he started posting videos.

When he was done, I clapped. “That was amazing.”

“You think so?” Brasi always looked unsure and nervous when he spoke about his science endeavors.

“I know so.”

“I decided to get my Bachelor of Science degree. I’m going to start out at the community college then transfer to Diamond Cove University.”

His announcement had me running over to him and jumping in his arms. If that wasn’t enough, I planted kisses all over his face.

“Damn going back to school gets me this kind of treatment?”

Cupping the sides of his face, I tongued him down. “I’m going to suck the hell out of this dick,” I spoke against his lips.

“Fuck. After I get the bachelor’s degree, I might go back for the master’s if you gon’ act like this.”

Brasi carried me to my bedroom and as soon as he placed me on the mattress, I got on my knees and crawled over to him.

My mouth was watering as I reached inside his cargo pants and grabbed his dick.

Once it was free, I gripped it and placed him inside my mouth.

My tongue ran over the thick vein that ran down his shaft.

I couldn’t have sex because my period was on, but I could damn sure show my man a good time.

I sucked his dick like I meant it. Locking my gaze on his face, I made eye contact as I pushed him as far down my throat as he would go. The guttural moan that he released along with verbal praises, had me sucking faster. Sound effects from my wet mouth filled the room.

“Suck this shit,” Brasi moaned as he gripped my bun and fucked my face.

I let him have his way with my mouth. “I want to taste you. You gon’ come in my mouth, baby?” I asked as I smacked his dick against my lips before taking him back into my mouth.

“I’m coming all down that throat,” Brasi declared through gritted teeth. “Get ready to catch this shit, baby.”

My ego was stroked. A lot of men claimed it was hard for them to come from head, but Brasi was about to have an orgasm, and I hadn’t even been sucking for ten minutes.

I jacked him off slowly while I hummed on the dick and continued to suck.

Brasi’s seed erupted into my mouth as he moaned in sync with my hums.

“Fuck, you got my damn knees buckling, girl.”

With a smile, I swallowed every drop and went into the bathroom to clean up.

“Will you feel some type of way if I don’t stay here tonight?” Brasi grabbed a washcloth and some soap while I brushed my teeth.

“No. Why would I?”

Brasi’s shoulders hiked into a shrug. “I’ve been staying here every night. You know how females get sometimes. You’ll think I’m switching up or moving different if I stay at home for a night or two.”

I eyed him through the reflection in the mirror, but I couldn’t answer him because I was brushing my tongue. After spitting and rinsing my mouth, I grabbed a paper towel.

“First of all, we don’t live together. How can I get mad when you want to sleep in the crib that you pay rent for?

I’m not that insecure. Besides, I think some nights away from one another will make us miss each other more.

I like it when you’re here, but I’ve lived alone for six years.

It’s like have fun for a few days then give me my space back for a few days. ”

Brasi wrapped one arm around my neck as he peered down into my face. “I like that. Show me you rock with me without being all clingy and shit. I gave you a key to my crib anyway, so you can pop up at any time. I’d be a fool to take another woman there.”

“Yes you would be because I’d definitely beat your ass.”

Brasi laughed, but I was dead serious. Of course, he was a man, and I couldn’t beat him straight up.

I could beat his ass with a bat, however, or any other weapon I decided to use.

Brasi promised me that after he sold all the coke that he had, he was going to take me anywhere I wanted to go.

Brasi hated the cold, but when I told him I wanted to go to Aspen, he didn’t even blink.

The six years that Brasi was incarcerated, I was happy.

I was fulfilled from my friends and my hobbies.

I didn’t spend the entire time chasing men or even being sad about Brasi.

I went on with my life, and I had some great times.

But having him back in my life made things so much better.

I had gone to the gym and done some workouts to test and see if my arm could handle them, and I didn’t have any pain.

I was giving it another two weeks, and then I was getting back on the field.

The Hellcat Barbies, football, my career, Brasi.

Everything in my life was damn near perfect.

The only thing that would have made it better was if I had Brianna.

“I’ll never give you a reason to beat my ass. I’m about to head out. The whole time we were doing the video, my trap phone was going off like crazy. I’ll be glad when I move the last of this dope.”

My stomach churned at the thought of him being arrested and going back to jail. “Be careful please.”

“Always. I might need to get your ass to drive me around and make plays. That way if the police try to pull you over, you can lose their asses,” he joked.

Confidently, I stuck my chin out. “And I’d damn sure lose them. The police not fucking with my skills.”

“We’ll never know because I’d never even put you in that situation. I’ll call you when I get in. I don’t care if you’re asleep. Answer the phone and tell daddy goodnight.”

A simple smile was all I offered and after placing another kiss on my lips, he was gone. Brasi, Brasi, Brasi, Lord knows I had it bad for that man!

Three days later, Brasi looked over at me. “You think your mom gon’ be happy to see me?” I had told my mom that Brasi and I were back together, and she invited us over for dinner.

“I mean, she invited you over, so happy to see you or not, I know she doesn’t have a problem with you.”

“Your pops still the same?”

I nodded. “That man can sit in the same room with you for two hours and never utter one word. He walks around like a zombie. So out of touch with reality and just blank. I know getting sick and having to stop work before he was ready probably traumatized him but damn. He’s really not the same.

It’s like Get Out or something. Like I know he’s in there, but he doesn’t act like himself. ”

“That’s messed up. Whatever he needed to help him get through the trauma be it therapy or whatever, it’s not going to just fall in his lap. If he’s not active about finding a solution, then nothing will change.”

“I don’t even think he cares if he dies.

Like, he just checked out. Last time I saw him, laugh was about nine months ago, and he was laughing at an old Kings of Comedy show.

We spent years hoping he’d snap out of it, but he never has.

My mom has it the worst. Like, she lives in the house with him, but she always feels alone. ”

“I can’t speak for your mom, and I don’t know why she stays. But I’ll bet it’s because she loves him, and she knows something mental is going on. That’s not the man she married, but she can’t leave him now. So, even though she’s not happy, she stays. That’s what I didn’t want for you.”

I gave a slight nod. I’d always understood his logic.

I just didn’t appreciate the way he went about it.

Maybe I did bite off more than I could chew in thinking I could hold him down for six years.

Even if I hadn’t found the love of my life while he was gone, what if I had wanted to date, talk to guys, or have sex just to keep from being alone every damn day for six years.

Maybe I would have started resenting him. Who knew?

When Brasi pulled in front of my parents’ house, I noticed that my father’s pick up truck wasn’t parked in the driveway.

My mother opened the door for us with a smile on her face and before I even stepped across the threshold, the aroma of whatever she was cooking smacked me in the face.

As if on cue, my stomach began to growl.

“Hey, baby.” My mom hugged me then smiled at Brasi.

“Hello, sir. It’s so good to see you.” She hugged him too, and my brow rose slightly.

My mother wasn’t a mean or rude person, but she’d never been a big hugger either.

She seemed to be in a really good mood, and I loved that for her. I just wanted to know what was up.

“Where’s dad?” I looked around the living room like I was expecting him to appear despite his car not being out front.”

“He moved out. We can go into the kitchen. The food is ready, and I’m starving.”

My mother pivoted and went into the kitchen, as if she hadn’t just dropped a major bombshell. I stood rooted in place with a slack jaw until Brasi nudged me. “You good?”