“Kaylin, we got… companeeee. Babeeee,” she muttered as she began to ride my dick. I only needed to stay up in the pussy for a few minutes.

“Ay, yo, Red. You feel good, baby.” She was riding up and down, already trembling. She was trying to hurry and get her nut off before someone came. Pun intended! And in a few more seconds, we both released almost at the same time.

“See. I told you I only needed a minute.”

“That was two. Two good minutes. Really good minutes, bae. I love you.” She kissed me like she meant it and was still jerking from that orgasm.

“See, and you almost missed that.” I slid her dress back over her ass, just in time. Voices were chattering right behind us as I put my shit away and my cell rang. “I’ll get with you later. Time to make that run.” I slapped that ass playfully, just to see it jiggle.

“She blew me a kiss and said she had to go freshen up right quick. I glanced at the caller ID. It was Mari. I let it go to voicemail.

Chapter Three

TASHA

I felt fuckin’ sad. Like, damn a bitch was really going through it. Trae was still locked up way across the damn country, and I hadn’t seen or heard from him in almost a month. I was back here in New York with the kids living in our closet-sized apartment. The walls were closing in on me. I hate New York. Or maybe I was overreacting from being depressed. I couldn’t even see my feet, and If my calculation is right, I still had six more weeks before my due date. In addition to that, the boys were driving me bonkers. They wanted and needed their father. I let out a deep sigh, this shit is beginning to be a little too much.

And now Angel had this brilliant idea to throw a baby shower, which I was not in the mood for. Hell, baby shower or not, I still felt angry at the world. But I was especially angry at Kaylin. He kept promising me that he was going to get Trae out, but I didn’t see anything happening. I cussed him out several times for stringing me along, and today I planned on cussing him out again; that is if the nigga would even bother to call me back. That’s how he got the nerve to be doing it.

We pulled up in front of Angel’s home. What the hell? She had valet attendants and staff carrying baby shower balloons with trinkets attached passing them out. There was a catering truck, and waiters carrying trays of food and drinks. I instantly got annoyed. She told me it was going to be a small, private get together. I am not convinced.