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Chapter Eleven

Buck

I knew Stacks was picking Kasha up today and bringing her home. I don’t know why he was bringing her back to his house, but I can’t talk. Soon as Goldie told me she was pregnant, I moved her ass in. I wanted to drop in on his ass tonight, but I needed to check on my shit and his. He had that nigga Stone making sure things ran smoothly at the yard, and our cousin Sophi was watching over the club. She was our cousin on our mama’s side. She was a year younger than me, and just moved back into town not long ago. She said she wasn’t running, but I knew better. Sophi didn’t just pop up. I just wish her ass had popped up a lil’ earlier, so I could’ve used her ass at the bar.

I just went over the inventory list at Vault and was ready to head out. When I finished, I turned my computer off and got ready to leave when there was a knock on my door.

“Yeah,” I called out without looking up. When I did, my blood immediately started boiling. “The fuck you doing here, Armani?” I hadn’t seen this bitch since I fired her ass and now she pops her ass up.

“I came to talk to you.” She walked further inside, shutting the door behind her.

“We ain’t got shit to talk about. You already know what’s up wit’ me, so I’on know why you playing yo’ self, shorty.”

“Buck, you know I love you and you threw me aside for that hoe!” She stomped her foot like a toddler having a tantrum. “I bet she doesn’t even suck your dick like I do.” Just the mention of Goldie and my dick caused me to grip my shit. I guess she thought that was an invitation, because she descended to her knees and tried to pull my dick out of my jeans, but the steel of my Glock froze her in place.

“Bitch, this ya last warning. Get the fuck up and out my gah damn face. If I see you again, I’m gone blow ya shit back.” I watched unfazed as tears streamed down her face and her scrambling to her feet. When she was gone, I grabbed my keys and left. I’d tell Tahra about the list before I dipped. I didn’t even want to go to the club or Linc’s now, so I texted Sophi and Jazz, letting them know I’d be there tomorrow to check on shit. I needed to get home to my girl and son.

I got home just in time. Goldie had just laid Benny in his crib and was getting ready to get in the shower. I wasted no time checking on my son before stripping out of my clothes and joining my girl. When I walked inside of the bathroom, I could see her wet, honey-colored skin through the glass shower doors. When she heard me, she turned around and smirked.

“I still think you have a camera in here somewhere because how do you always seem to catch me in the shower?” She greeted me with open arms while I picked her up and pressed her back against the tiled shower wall.

“I know when that pussy ready, shorty.” I kissed her passionately as I slid between her in slick folds.

“Ughn.”

“Damn, Goldie,” we both moaned on impact.

I took my time to bring my baby to a release. I wanted to savor the feeling of her walls clenching around my dick. The shit was a losing battle.

“You missed me today, shorty?” I asked between kisses and strokes.

“I-I…shit! Yes,” she whimpered.

“I missed you too, mama.”

I sped up my strokes since I was on the verge of my own release. Gripping her ass cheeks, I spread them apart to allow me deeper access, and I pummeled her center until I was sending the rest of my kids into her awaiting womb. With my forehead pressed against hers, I caught my breath while she caught hers. Once our breathing regulated, I pulled out of her and placed her on her feet before washing her up.

“You need to start pulling out, sir.” I peered down at her like she’d lost her mind because clearly she had.

“You got me fucked up, Goldie. The fuck I gotta pull out for?” I frowned.

“Benjamin is not even a year old, that’s why.”

“I can count and chill out. If you end up pregnant again, it’s cool. Ain’t like your kids got different daddies or some shit.” I shrugged while she laughed and shook her head. We finished washing and was now in the kitchen. I was fucking starving, and I knew I had a plate of whatever she cooked tonight.

“Didn’t Stacks pick Kasha up today?” she asked, and I nodded since I had a mouth full of food. “I think I’ll go see her tomorrow.”

“That’ll be good. I know it’s crazy as fuck over there. Y’all can go over that wedding shit.”

“That wedding shit? That’s how you feel about our wedding, Lincoln?” She had a frown on her face and her hand on her thick hip. Licking my lips, I was ready to finish this food so I could lick her instead.

“How the fuck am I supposed to feel, Goldie? Wedding planning is y’all shit. Just tell me what I need to do and when.” She acted as if we were getting married tomorrow. We already decided to wait until Kilo came home anyway so he could be a part of it.

“Don’t worry about it.” She started to walk off, but I grabbed her arm.

“Aye, don’t do that. Yo’ period ’bout to come on something?” I was genuinely confused because she was mad for nothing. “What I need to do to fix it, Goldie?” That question caused a smirk to form on her face, and I countered with one of my own.

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