Page 41 of Back in Blood

“You can’t forgive me, but you can fuck with her? Fuck you, Capri. I wish you would have died in that car accident, bitch. I hope this bitch has another still born baby.”

I lost it. I forgot all about the empathy that I ever felt for Robin, and I reached around Capri and punched her in the mouth. Before she could react, Capri grabbed Robin gently by the neck to keep her in place and moved me back with the other arm.

“No!” He barked at me. “Lisa, I don’t have the physical ability to break y’all up, and you already know I’m not letting you fight. Fuck this lying, miserable ass bitch.”

As she struggled to get away from him, Robin’s scarf slid back some revealing laid edges. It didn’t appear that her hair was falling out at all.

“What the fuck did I lie about, Capri? Huh, you bitch ass nigga?!” Tears ran down Robin’s face.

Capri snatched the scarf off, and her eyes bulged out of her head. Full, thick hair was slicked back in a ponytail. “I thought you lost your hair. Looks like the same amount you’ve always had. So, you lied about having cancer for one. Robin, get the fuck off my porch. You a silly ass hoe.”

She snatched away from Capri and turned to walk away. I stood there stunned. I would never be bold enough to lie about having a terminal illness. That was some next level craziness.

“Come on man.” I could tell that Capri was pissed as we headed inside his house.

I sat down on the couch and tried not to let Robin’s words bother me. It didn’t matter how hateful she was. Her words couldn’t stop what God had planned for me. If it was in God’s plans for me to have a healthy baby, then I would. I should have let her words roll off my back, but they bothered me, and Capri could tell.

He stood in front of me and reached for my hands. He pulled me up and once I was on my feet, he placed a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. My heart rate increased as he placed another kiss on my chin. Capri pecked my lips twice before parting my lips with his tongue. His hand found its way around my neck as our kiss deepened. My clit pulsated as his tongue probed my mouth. He dragged his mouth over my cheek and placed a kiss on my ear. “Fuck that bitch,” he whispered in my ear before pulling back to look in my eyes. “Okay?”

I nodded, and he led me to his bedroom. Capri undressed me before he laid flat on his back and instructed me to sit on his face. His command shocked me, but I followed his orders. Gripping his headboard with both hands, I lowered myself so that my mound was inches away from his mouth. My eyes closed as he sucked my clit into his mouth. I bit my bottom lip and dropped my head as he slurped and sucked on my kitty. Capri alternated between sucking my clit softly and dragging his tongue down my center. He gripped my ass cheeks as I held onto the headboard for dear life.

“Fuck, baby,” I whimpered as he moaned into my vagina. The way Capri was lapping up my juices, my pussy had to taste divine. “Shit,” I cried out and my body jerked as he sucked on my clit faster causing me to release. My mouth hung open but no sound came out as my pussy muscles spasmed.

“Got damn you almost drowned me. Sit on my dick,” Capri demanded as I came down from my orgasmic high.

This sexual episode felt different than all the other times that we had sex, but I didn’t want to assume that it meant anything. I slowly eased down on his member, and he groaned. I rode Capri at a slow pace as we stared at one another.

“This my pussy?” he asked.

“It’s been yours,” I confessed breathlessly.

Capri’s gaze intensified. “If you say that shit you better mean it.”

I didn’t respond with words. I leaned in so that we were chest to chest, and I snaked my tongue into his mouth. With a deep arch in my back, I twerked on his pole at a slow pace while we kissed passionately. His fingers caressed my scalp as our kiss got sloppier and deeper. I moaned into his mouth and trembled as orgasm number two rocked my center.

“Fuuucck,” Capri groaned as I came. His moans made me twerk harder. I placed sensual kisses on his lips, and he gripped my ass cheeks harder. “Got damn, this pussy is good, baby,” he moaned as he released into me with a low grunt.

When I tried to ease off him, he held me in place.

“No more fucking and running off. You and my baby can stay. And when I’m at your place, I’m staying.”

“Where did this sudden change of heart come from? We haven’t even gotten the test results back yet.”

Capri’s eyes darted back and forth over my face as if he was searching for some kind of clue before he answered the question. “I don’t know man.” He finally answered. “There’s just something about you that my ass can’t shake, and that’s saying a lot because I told myself I’d never trust another female.” Anger flashed in his eyes, and it was easy to see that Robin had done a number on him. “I don’t want to play myself. I swear I don’t. Butsomething is just telling me that’s it’s okay to trust you. Don’t make me regret that shit.” His voice held almost a pleading tone.

I kissed Capri before peering into his eyes. “If I’m not happy or don’t want to be with you anymore, I’d leave before I cheated or played games. That’s never been my thing.”

He gave a simple head nod. Only time would tell if we’d be able to heal enough to love one another correctly and be in a healthy relationship.

I worked three days in a row and on my first day off, Capri and I went out on our first official date. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but he told me it was fancy. I elected to wear a black loose fitting dress with black puffy sleeves. It was kind of like a bubble dress, and it hid my belly very well. Being pregnant always made me feel off balance, so heels were a definite no. Instead, I rocked some cute black sandals that I got from Steve Madden. I put loose curls in my long weave and put strip lashes on since I hadn’t found a new lash tech. I had just finished spreading gloss on my lips when my doorbell rang. I opened the door and found Capri standing there looking good as hell in a black button up shirt and black slacks.

“You look handsome,” I smiled.

“Word?” he eyed me seductively.

“Word. So much so that I don’t even want to tell you that your cologne is making me gag.”

“You serious?” his brows furrowed, and I nodded.

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