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I angled my stroke to the left to give her the nut that she needed. It took less than four strokes for her to let that nut go. I smacked her ass. “Yeah, let that shit go, Cobia.”

Her muscles tightened around my dick.Oh, she think she’s slick.See, this pregnant pussy thought it was going to get me caught up. Her muscles were already vice grip tight without the pregnancy. Now that she was pregnant, it was like they had spasms. Nope, I was not going to let her… “Fuck!”

Without my permission, my dick spit up. “Man, fuck! You just be letting your pregnant snatch steal my nut.”

Jacobia chortled. “Not my snatch! I haven’t heard that word in years.” After I pulled out, she lay on her side. “I’m sorry my snatch is diabolical and insists on taking your nut. I’ll tell her to behave next time.”

I stood there watching her rub her stomach with a smile and her eyes closed. That was the giveaway that she was about to fall asleep for herdick nap.She was so damn beautiful with her pouty lips. I prayed our daughter was her twin.Wait, do I really want that?I didn’t need to go to jail, because I’d knock somebody’s son out behind my baby girl.

“Cobia, get up. Let’s get in the shower so you can take your nap.” If I didn’t get her up now, she would fall asleep then fuss when she woke up because her inner thighs were sticky. After a little bit of whining, I got her up and in the shower.

She fell asleep before she could unwrap the towel from around her body. All I could do was shake my head while I put moisturizer on her skin. Once I had her fully in bed, I took care of myself, then climbed in bed beside her. Her body adjusted itself to wrap around me as best she could with her big belly. I kissed her forehead and chuckled. As she slept under me, I thought about the tense conversation that I had with the men of her family recently.

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MEETING OF THE MEN…

Since I moved to Charleston, I found out that Jacobia never told her parents who her child’s father was. My baby could be secretive as hell when she had no real reason to be. Apparently, she had been evasive about who I was in terms of being her child’s father. I wish I could be surprised, but hell, she was evasive when it came to telling me she was pregnant. Well, evasive might not be the right word because I had to find out from someone else, but yeah. The baby shower was the first time that the men of the family heard about me being the father. Yes, they knew of me because I’d been around as a friend of Jacobia’s, but as her child’s father, no.

All those factors led to where we were now—sitting on a back deck with an ass of scowl faced men looking at me. The day after the baby shower, I received an invitation to have a beer from Mr. Christianson. In my mind, I thought,“Cool! Finally get to talk to the father.”When I got to his house which sat in the front of Christianson Circle, he answered the door on some cool shit. It wasn’t until we walked onto the back deck that I realized he was on some other shit.

“Welcome to the gathering, lil nigga,” Jacob greeted from his seat on one of the couches.

I side-eyed him for a second. “How am I the lil nigga, but you’re younger than me? That would make you the lil nigga.”

“Oh, shit. We got us an ‘I ain’t never scared’ nigga. Tell you what, though. Your ass not younger than me, lil nigga.”

The last person I expected to see here was Liam Christianson. This man was cold with a football. Word in the streets was that he was considering retiring. Knowing what I knew about the Christianson family from my ears being to the streets and dealing with Jacobia, I knew they were all wealthy without having to ever work. Yes, he got paid handsomely for playing professional football, but he played more for leisure than money.

I tittered at his words. “Alright,” I responded before I took a seat. “How is everyone tonight?”

No one responded to my question. Rudemuthafuckas!I took the beer out of Mr. Christianson’s hand that he offered. Jacobia had way too many family members. When you dealt with her, it wasn’t just the Christianson men you had to be concerned with. You also had to worry about those Washington and Smith men. Seeing as everyone was here for the baby shower, there were eighteen men on this porch outside of me right now.

I got the blood family out here, but the in-laws was throwing me. Draco, Brandon, Anthony, Caspian, Lamik, and Harlem were out here like they weren’t in my seat at some time. I guess to get into the Washington-Christianson-Smith faction, it was blood or nut in.

“So, Joston, I wanted to meet with you because I had some questions for you. I would have asked at the baby shower, but I understand the protectiveness of a father. Since your parents were present, I wanted to respect them,” Mr. Christianson said.

I opened my beer and took a sip. “I appreciate that. What questions did you and the crew have for me?”

“Explain to me why I’m just finding out about you being the father of my grandchild when we have had many conversations in the past. The impression that was given to me was that you and my daughter were friends. Color me surprised, you and your people prance in here as the father and family of my granddaughter.” Mr. Christianson’s demeanor was real laid-back, although I could tell that he was upset.

I wondered how he would feel after I revealed what I had to reveal. I looked at all the eyes on me. This would be intimidating if I wasn’t the kind of man that was raised to only fear God. Jacobia never told me how her family and their enterprise got down, but she didn’t have to. If you knew, you knew. Also, we’d been to the gun range together. Her shooting skills was one of someone trained by killers.

“Mr. Christianson, you found out today that I was your granddaughter’s father because I found out that I was my daughter’s father not too long before the baby shower. Yes, your daughter and I are friends who happen to be overly friendly with each other. That friendship resulted in a child.” There was no need to mince words. They wanted honesty, and I didn’t have an issue giving them just that.

There was snickering heard on the left side of the deck. Justin, Jacobia’s older brother, didn’t look happy. “So, my sister was good enough to be your fuckin’ friend, pun intended, but she’s not good enough to be your woman?”

“That absolutely is not the case. I’ve asked your sister to be in an exclusive relationship with me for years now. I can’t force a woman to be with me who claims she isn’t ready. That would be considered wrongful imprisonment.” I was comical when people made assumptions about shit they had no input, insight, or influence on.

The chatter on the deck silenced at my words. Yeah, it wasn’t always the man. Mr. Christianson shifted in his seat. “What are your plans with my daughter and granddaughter?”

“My plans are to take care of my child. I moved from Vegas to be a permanently present father. As far as your daughter, with all due respect, I’m not going to continue chasing her. Yes, I love her, but I love myself more. I refuse to keep hitting my head against a brick wall of unreadiness.” Yeah, I loved the fuck out of Jacobia, but I wouldn’t allow her to play in my face or with my heart.

Her father nodded his head. “I can understand that, and I respect it. My daughter can be a handful like any Christianson, Smith, and Washington woman. What y’all got going on doesn’t really concern me. My purpose is to make sure my granddaughter doesn’t have a fuck boy for a father.”

“That’s something that you will never have to worry about, sir. I haven’t met my daughter yet, but I know that I would die and kill for her as well as her mother.” The conviction was loud in my tone. I meant that from the bottom of my heart.

Mr. Christianson reached his hand out to me from his seat. I clasped mine in his. “Then we won’t have any problems, son.” He stood. “Now, let’s get some meat on the grill, tell the ladies to come out here, and chill.”

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