Page 36 of Cove City: Vol. I

Slow down, pick up.

“But Pierre,”

“You can call me all you want,” I paused. “Mmm, goddamn!Nah, fuck that we’re one now. Baby, I’m your nigga. You hear me?”

Slow down, pick up.

“I said, do you hear me!”

“Yess!”

Slow down, pick up.

I pressed one hand to her lower back and opened her cheeks using my other hand.Spit!A nigga was digging in her guts so smooth I didn’t know if I was coming or going.Spit!Tuesday tried to reach back to grab my hand as her whining turned me onmore. “A nigga bout to cum Mama.Fuck Tuesday!” My grumble rumbled into a moan.

She squealed so sweetly, “Ah, P-p-Pierre!”

I glanced up at the mirror while I rocked her pussy and watched her face grimace with pleasure. I continued to stroke her for a few more minutes until the nut that had been brewing in my balls erupted. Once we were done, we didn’t even bother to shower. Instead, we lie up cuddled with each other. I kissed her forehead as I watched her in the mirror. I didn’t know what was coming of us, but I was happy at that moment. I knew deep down that I owed Sash an apology.Had God made it this way? Had Sasha prepared me for Tuesday?I just hoped Tuesday could understand that every move I made from here on out was my way of apologizing to Sasha and to be there for her, how I needed to be.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I felt a gnawing feeling in my stomach, and I didn’t know what it was. I had so many thoughts going through my head, from Sasha to Dio to Dio to Sasha. I let out a deep breath. “You want to talk about it, baby?” I heard her voice.

My head shot up, then a smile eased on my face.She used the fucking key.She began to come out of her clothes and climbed into bed with me. She got on top of me, lying on my chest. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m sorry those things happened to you, Sasha. I am.”

She lifted, looking at me curiously. “Zeus I—”

“No, baby, it’s not your fault. I’m just sorry a nigga didn’t know you back then otherwise I would have protected you.”

I could see the tears well up in her eyes. I knew it was a lot she had been holding in, and I was trying to find some form of peace. I rubbed her back. “Who is Naheem Avery?” I asked.

“Huh?”

I closed my eyes. “Who is the nigga?”

“It’s Bishop’s father. Why?”

“The nigga came to my place of business. I don’t know what fucked up history the Cove has, but a nigga trying his best not to air this bitch out. Listen to me, and listen to me good. You know these Cove niggas better than we do and you know how we move.Warn them niggas to back off or it’s going to be smoke in the city.”

She leaned forward kissing me. “Ok. Zeus for once can we not talk about those Cove niggas. I want to enjoy you for the night without the nonsense.”

I nodded. “You love a nigga?”

“Yes, I love your mean ass.”

She lay back on my chest. “Sasha, once shit clears and Dio gets back, I want to marry you. I love you that much. I want you to be Mrs. Jackson.”

Her head shot up. “I thought—”

“I know what you thought, and I know what I want. If you will have me that way. You know lock a nigga down.”

She giggled. “Baby, you’re already locked down. I’m the only woman you need.”

“You’re the only woman I want and,” I paused. “I want to give you everything you want. The life, the house, the cars, vacations, fucking you good and,” I paused again. “A baby, if that’s what your heart desires.”

Her eyes lit up. I knew it was something that was sitting on her. I didn’t want to lose her by thinking of myself, so if that’s what she wanted, I would give it to her. “Ah, Zeus.”

She began moving her hips grinding on a nigga. “You trying to fuck on a nigga?”

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