“You good?”
I wasted no time telling him about my dilemma with JD. He thanked me for not impulsively breaking up with him again and talking about it first. The solution he gave me was for us to lay low until I had partial custody of Willow. Jeremy was a snake ass nigga, and I made it clear to Ishmael that I wouldn’t put packing up his things and leaving with Willow past him.
The fact that he was cool with us putting a little distance between us just in case Jeremy was having me followed was even more proof that he was truly down for me. He cared about me having a relationship with my daughter just as much as I did, and I would forever be grateful to him for that. He gave me the information to a lawyer that one of his friends used when he had custody issues, and he told me that he would pay whatever it took to get the lawyer to expedite my case and put me on the top of his priority list.
I was set up enough financially for money to never be an issue for me, but I knew that this was his way of helping, so I accepted his offer as not to offend him.
Honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to having to go weeks without seeing him after today, but I knew that it would be worth it when I was able to have him and my princess freely. I knew we were going to have to make the most of our time together tonight before I called Jeremy and told him that me and Ishmael were done.
As we made our way to my mother’s front door, I shot Candy a text and asked her if she was ready to take over To The Highest Bidder.
Ishmael rang the doorbell, and I took his hand into mine. This was my first time ever introducing my mother to a man, and I was nervous but excited at the same time. I was confident that she would love Ishmael just as much as I did, but still. Butterflies were still swarming around in my stomach. Stanley was the one who opened the door, and the second Ishmael saw him he smiled widely and greeted him with, “O-motherfuckin’-G! Whassup my guy?”
“I can’t call it.” Stanley cheesed as he pulled Ishmael in for an embrace. When he released him, he asked, “Tell me what I gotta do to get like you?”
“Nah, I’m tryna get like you!”
I shook my head and laughed as they did that typical black man thing. It was cute, I couldn’t lie. Stanley knowing Ishmael didn’t surprise me, but Ishmael knowing Stanley and calling him OG did surprise me. It shouldn’t have though, knowing the type of woman my mother is. She’d need an OG to deal with her crazy ass.
We walked into the house and Stanley let me know that my mother was still in her room getting dressed and the food was already ready. We sat down and they continued to talk as I checked my phone for Candy’s message.
Candy Cane: Hell yea, sis. Just let me know the price.
Can you handle a mil? I’ll take half now and two installment payments.
Candy Cane: Girl please. Knowing that TTHB can bring that in in one year, I’ma make it happen for sure! Let me make a few rounds and I will call you back before the night is over. Don’t call nobody else! I’ll have full payment by midnight.
I chuckled as I texted her back because there was no doubt in my mind that she would. Candy had a roster of rappers, athletes, doctors, lawyers, and politicians. She could hit a few of them up, drip some honey from her tongue, and have that money in no time. If I was able to get rid of it before court, that would be one less thing that JD would be able to use against me. It would definitely take some getting used to, not having anything to do with my first business at all, but Willow was worth it. I was worth it. My future was worth it. And Ishmael was too.
Chapter 15
Ishmael
When we made it to her crib, it felt odd leaving without going inside. Tonight was the last night we would be able to see each other for a while, so a part of me wanted to make the most of it, but the other part felt like I would be setting myself up to feel even worse when I couldn’t see her. She must have felt the same way because she was pouting and playing with the hem of my shirt instead of going right inside.
“There’s no other way for us to do this?” she asked softly, finally looking up at me.
“I can fuck ‘em up. Make sure he knows not to try you when it comes to your daughter.”
With a soft smile, Rosalyn shook her head as her hand lowered to my belt buckle. “Well… I guess you should go.”
“Guess I should.” Her grip around my buckle tighten. “Can I… step in for a moment?”
“Yes,” Rosalyn almost moaned, stepping backwards and into her home.
As soon as I closed the door, I was pressing her body against it and lowering my lips to hers. Her tongue wrapped around mine instantly as she pushed her leggings down. I disconnected from her top lips just to show some love to the bottom set. My nose inhaled her scent as I helped Rosalyn step out of her panties and leggings. Her natural essence harvested a scent that I craved. Every time I got a whiff of it my mouth would water in anticipation.
I tossed her leg over my shoulder and swiped my tongue between her folds, and her nails dug in my shoulder immediately. Wanting a good enough taste of her cream to last me until this situation was resolved, I licked her dry then stuck my tongue as deep inside of her as it could go. Rosalyn’s back arched, and she whined as I removed my tongue, but it turned into a moan when I replaced it with two fingers. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I used my fingers to tell her to cum here – and she did – quick, hard, and long.
There were moments when I wanted to lay in her pussy. Spend hours there. And there were other moments when a quickie would have to suffice. Hell, sometimes them quickies hit harder than anything else. Because most times they caught us off guard and showed us just how much we’d been craving each other.
I couldn’t make love to her tonight. That would only have us out here moving like fiends. And if I had to be away from her for too long, I was going to want to handle this nigga my damn self. Standing to my feet, I pulled my dick out and smiled as she watched every move I made. The moment she saw it, Rosalyn began to lick her lips. Her head was to die for, but I ain’t have time for that shit tonight.
Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted her into the air and lined her up with my dick. Rosalyn put me inside, then lowered her hand to my balls and massaged them as I went in and out of her. Growling in her ear, I pulled myself out almost completely before diving back in deeply, making sure she felt me from her spot at her opening deep down to the pit of her.
She bit down on my neck, whimpering as she drenched me. Her legs began to tremble, and I had to hold my nut back to make sure she got hers fully first. The moment her walls began to pulse and she started bucking against me I let my shit go, throbbing and jerking myself as I filled her with my seeds.
When it was over, I rested my forehead on hers and fought to catch my breath. Rosalyn held me tight, burying her face in my neck. She released a sad sigh that made me shiver and hold her tighter.
Fuck.
I was really in love with this girl.
Rosalyn
Today had been a day, but as I held Willow with her small little frame snuggled as close to me as it could possibly get, it was definitely worth it. Really, this week had been a week! Saturday, after Ishmael and I left my mother’s house, I called JD and told him that I was no longer going to see Ishmael. He didn’t believe me and said time would tell, which further confirmed he had someone watching me. That was cool, because Ishmael did too, and if I needed him, I knew that he would be here.