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Chapter Twenty

Stacks

It was the actual day of my birthday and the day of my party.

I woke up feeling like that nigga because my girl woke me up to some birthday head before dropping that pussy in my lap.

I didn’t even want to move, but I needed to get up and wash my ass.

I let her do her thing before I went in there because she insisted on cooking me breakfast and didn’t want me to be the reason she didn’t get it done.

I finally finished my hygiene, and dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I picked up my phone and replied to the birthday texts before heading downstairs. When I made it to the kitchen, I smiled at the sight of the black two and five balloons with gift bags lined on the table.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” Kasha greeted me with a kiss that I deepened, forgetting Jace was present.

“Man, I’on wanna see all that.” He frowned.

“Sound like you hatin’ lil’ nigga.” I pulled him into a hug before taking a seat at the table. “Damn, all this for me?” I asked looking at the gifts lined on the table.

“Yeah. You’re the only one with a birthday today,” Jace’s bad ass said.

“You need to stay from ’round Buck’s ignorant ass.”

“Here.” Kasha pushed a box toward me. Glancing at her, I couldn’t help but admire her. My girl was bad as fuck. I opened the first box, and it was a Richard Mille watch.

“Damn,” I mumbled.

“You like it?” she asked.

“Hell yeah, I like it.” I went to open the other one, and it was an iced out tennis link chain and matching bracelet. “Oh, you showing out, huh?” I smiled.

“I’m glad you like it.”

I pulled her into my lap. “I’m gone show you just how much when we get back upstairs.” She blushed.

“Here. Open mine.” Jace passed me a box and a card.

I opened the box first, and it was a brand new pair of motorcycle gloves.

“How did you know I needed a new pair? My old ones damn sure ’bout outta here. ’Preciate you lil’ homie.” I stuck my hand out for him to dap.

Placing the gloves down, I opened the card, and my heart stopped because the front said, ‘I’m the luckiest kid to have a dad like you’. I snapped my eyes to his, then Kasha’s, before reading the card. It was empty, but he’d written a note on the inside.

Stacks, I know that you’re young, but I still feel like you’re my dad.

You ask me about my day. You let me come and talk to you about anything.

You play the game with me, and you make sure me and my mama straight.

Like real men supposed to do. I know it’s your birthday, but the best gift would be if I can call you Dad.

Jace.

I didn’t even try to hide the tears that fell from my eyes, because this shit meant more to me than any of these other gifts.

My jit knew I would tear the world up about him and his mama.

Swiping my hand down my face, I tapped Kasha’s thigh so she could get up.

Once I was on my feet, I pulled Jace into a hug and wrapped my arms around him, and he reciprocated.

“I’d walk through the fire for you and your mama.

Believe that. You just gave me the best fuckin’ gift ever, son.

” When I called him son, he let his tears fall and wrapped his arms back around me.

I let him rock out because he needed this moment, just like I did.

Once he pulled back, I kissed his temple and told him to let me talk to his mama.

When he was gone, I turned to Kasha. “You knew about this?” I questioned.

She nodded. “I did. I told him he didn’t have to, but if he wanted to, he had to make sure you were okay with it,” she revealed.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?”

“Jackson, you were fourteen when I had Jace,” she stated.

“And I was fuckin’, so what’s your point?” I cocked my head to the side.

“Really, Jackson?”

“Really. Now, since we’ve established all that. Let’s go upstairs so I can work on giving my boy a sister.” I guided Kasha upstairs to our room and thanked her for the gifts and for Jace. He may not have been my son biologically, but he was mine and for that, I was thankful.

***

Yeah, hold up, park the Rolls Truck

Why not pull up Lambo’ car and pop it with the doors up?

Moneybagg Yo and Future were flowing through the club’s speakers as I drank from the bottle of Ace of Spades.

I made sure my staff knew to have everything set up because not only was it my birthday, it was my big brother’s welcome home party.

I was in private VIP with my brothers and their women, along with Stone and his girl.

I didn’t need a whole crowd around me to enjoy myself.

I was perfectly fine with the small group I had.

Kasha was grinding in my lap, and I was enjoying the fuckin’ show.

“Keep on. We won’t make it back to the house. I’ll take yo’ fine ass back to my office and drop this dick in you like you begging for.” I spoke against her neck before I kissed it.

“Nigga, we’on wanna see that shit,” Buck declared.

“Close ya eyes then.” I stuck my finger up at him.

“Kash, come and go to the bathroom with us.” I looked up and Nic was approaching with Mel and Gina in tow.

“Damn, y’all need a buddy to go to the bathroom?” I quizzed.

“And do,” Mel input. “Now turn her loose so we can go.” Shaking my head, I let Kasha get up while I watched her disappear through the glass door.

“Damn, nigga. She coming back,” Buck ignorant ass joked.

“I know you ain’t talkin’. I’m surprised you ain’t go with Goldie so you could wipe her ass when she got done.”

“Don’t worry ’bout what the fuck we be doing, nigga,” he snapped back.

“Y’all niggas wild, but I missed this shit. Shit feels foreign as fuck though because y’all grown as hell now with families and shit.” Kilo boasted.

“Time for you to catch up, nigga,” Buck interjected.

“Aye, speaking of families. Jace asked me to be his daddy this morning. I’ain even gone hold you. That shit had me tearing up like a bitch. Like this lil’ nigga really looks up to me and shit.” My chest swelled with pride just thinking about my lil’ homie.

“Damn, that’s wassup, bro,” Kilo praised.

“Real shit. That’s a good look. You young enough to be his brother, but you’ll be a good pops to nephew,” Buck joked. It wouldn’t be him if he didn’t. My comeback got cut short when I saw an unwanted guest walk into my section.

“The fuck you doing in here, Rein?” I scowled as I looked at her. She looked good, damn good, but she wasn’t Kasha, and I was cool off her.

“I came to tell you happy birthday,” she cooed, walking closer to me.

“Watch out, man.” I stuck my arm out to stop her from coming any closer.

“Oh, it’s like that now?” She propped her hand on her thick hip.

“It’s just like that.”

“Whatever. Hey Buck. You can’t speak.” I shook my head because she was reaching now.

“I’ain that nigga. I’ll throw yo’ ass through that glass and think nothing of it. Fuck on somewhere.” Me and Kilo laughed because this bitch was really trying it. My damn heart stopped when Kasha and her crew walked back into the area. She eyed Rein briefly before she came and sat in my lap.

“You good?” I asked, testing the waters.

“I’m perfect,” she cooed. “I’m ready to go home and let my man fuck me into another coma.” She smirked. I knew what she was doing, and I was glad that she wasn’t letting Rein fuck up our vibe.

“I know that’s right, sis,” Mel cheered from Kilo’s lap.

“Chill,” he spoke.

“Uhm, you need something?” Kasha directed her attention to Rein, who was still standing there looking dumb.

“I was talking to Stacks.” She folded her arms under her breasts and smirked.

“You wanna stay here and talk to her baby, or you wanna go home and fuck me ’til I’m hoarse and delirious?” I squinted my eyes to make sure I heard what I thought I heard. When she didn’t retract her statement, I knew she was dead ass.

“Aight, y’all. We out.” I got up and damn near pushed Kasha out the door.

“Shit, we ain’t staying at your damn party and you ain’t here. Fuck you on?” Buck fussed.

“Yeah, we out too, bro,” Kilo added. “I’ll hit y’all boys up tomorrow.”

I wasted no time exiting the section and taking Kasha to my office.

“Where we going?”

“My office. I’ain got time to go home. I need that now. We’ll finish at the house.” I damn near dragged her ass with me until I got to my office door.

No sooner than I had her in my office, I attacked her like a dog in heat. She may have been putting on a show for Rein, but all that did was grant her fuckin’ wish. I had her pressed against my desk, damn near making her choke on my tongue.

“Mmm,” she moaned into my mouth.

Leaning up, I lifted her dress over her thick ass and ripped her thong off. Roughly, I turned her over, so she was lying flat on my desk. I wasted no time dropping my jeans and boxers before propping her leg on the desk and invading her slick walls.

“Ughn.”

“Fuck, Kash,” I groaned the same time as she did.

Gripping her cheeks before slapping them, I started stroking her ferociously. I ain’t have time for no sensual shit wanted to be fucked, and that’s exactly what she was gone get.

“Throw this shit back and stop playing, Kash.” I threw my head back and reveled in the feeling of her following my demands. “Damn right. Do that shit. Just like that. Fuck.” I watched as my dick disappeared in her creamy tunnel. This shit was a sight for sore eyes.

“Jackson,” she whimpered, reaching back and placing her hand on my thigh.

“Move that shit out my way.” I slapped her hand away. “You wanted me to fuck you ’til you were hoarse and delirious, right?” I taunted. “Huh? Ain’t that’s what you said?”

“Ye-yes! Oh, God, yes!” she cried out.

“Well, don’t put yo’ fuckin’ hand back here no more.” I had to bite down on my teeth because this shit was feeling too good.

“Baby,” she whined.

“Wassup?”

“Ughn,” she responded wetting my shit up.

“Damn,” I mumbled as I watched her pussy suck me in deeper. The more I watched, the more my own nut was coming to the surface. Chasing the feeling she was providing I started pulverizing her shit. If anybody came down this muthafucka, they would know exactly what was going on.

“Jackson…shit,” she cried.

“Mhm…I know. Fuck…here it comes.” My movements became jerky and uncalculated as I roared through my release. It took me a minute to catch my breath before I stood up and slid out of her, pulling her up with me.

“Baby, I can’t feel my legs,” she whined.

“Mhm. That’s what happens when you wanna get fucked ’til you delirious.

” I laughed, holding my pants up as I walked her to the bathroom I had in here.

I cleaned the both of us up the best I could until we got home.

I hope she caught her second wind by the time we got there because I’m celebrating until the sun comes up.

“Jackson.”

“Wassup, mama?”

“You know I love you, right?” she simpered.

“And I’ll walk through the fire for you.”