Page 54 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
In a swift motion, baby was straddling a nigga and caressing the side of my face. I had to give it to her; she knew how to turn that hard shit on and off. I ain’t know what to expect past this moment but I knew I liked both sides of baby. When it came to her being her, I wasn’t trying to change shit.
“I’m always sure love. We doing it, just don’t get on my fuckin’ nerves and we good.”
Chuckling, I nodded and replied with, “Get on this dick and I’ll get off yo’ nerves. That’s the only deal I can make.”
I felt the warmth of her pussy through my shorts. Akira had a gold mine between her legs, I couldn’t lie. The way she could get me to do any and everything she wanted with that muthafucka was crazy. Hell, that was why a nigga was in her shit like it was mine to begin with. That gushy shit had a spell on me.
She was already sporting a short, silk gown giving her the aesthetics a nigga loved. The only thing she had to do was free the dick and we could proceed without caution. She was already pregnant, so it wasn’t a damn thing to hold back on. Fumbling with the string to my shorts, she finally had them loose enough to get what she sat on my lap for.
As she eased that wet shit down on my shaft, that lil’ gasp women did was heard. I had more dick than I bargained for, so I was filling baby up each and every time. Cracking a smile, I realized she was back where she swore she’d never be again.
“Too good to pass on, huh?”
“You goddamn right it is,” she commented before placing her mouth upon mine.
Her kisses were to die for. Them soft ass lips would make any nigga fold, then the way she sucked on my tongue drove a niggadamn near insane. I was down bad behind her mean ass, and she knew it. I got what I wanted though, and I refused to let it go.
Chapter 17
Mercedees
Big as a house yet ripping and running around mine to make sure this dinner was perfect. Arion had a bright idea to let our parents meet. I was all for it, don’t get me wrong. However, it was draining the fuck out of me. I didn’t know if the food I prepared would be satisfying to his parents or not. After all, he was half Asian.
The menu I had cooked up was good old fashioned soul food. When all else failed, that was the only route to take. He was all for blending our families, so this was all I had to give. I didn’t know how to make any of what we munched on for breakfast that morning, so I knew for a fact I wasn’t going out my way to try and conjure up Asian cultured meals to please them. I wasn’t doing none of that fake shit.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I continued setting the table. Both of our parents would be here at any given moment and my nerves were shot. Not to mention, I felt like I was toting around a fuckin’ linebacker. The babies had finally settled but they were heavy as fuck. With me being seven months pregnant, I was truly ready to get them the hell out and stay out.
After placing the last wine glass down, I grabbed a hold of the table for a lil’ balance. I felt overwhelmed as fuck, but I wasdoing this for our babies. They deserved a stable environment and foundation. When they called their grandparents, I wanted them to feel loved. This was for them.
Those same hands that made sure we were good every night, were creeping along my waist. Soft kisses were applied to the side of my face as I melted into my husband. It was a long time coming, but we both were in a place where we were doing what needed to be done for our babies first and us second. I was happy with the decisions we made.
“How you feeling, Clover? I see you sweating and shit so I’m a lil’ worried.” What I couldn’t deny was how concerned he was from the jump. Once he knew that I was pregnant, he fell short of nothing regarding us. I loved him for that.
Before I could fake the funk, I was in tears simply from life moving faster than I intended. It felt good having Arion here though. The way he catered to me was in a way none of my family would’ve been able to. Where I thought I was good on not needing a man, I’d grown to need him and him alone.
My life as an Atkins was smooth sailing, now that I was a Greek, it felt like this was where I was supposed to be. I had more meaning than a little with them. Like now, it was to continue the Greek bloodline, and I was carrying two of them.
“Calm down, Ma. You gon’ get worked up and scare a nigga. Relax for me. Do that breathing exercise we learned,” he said, continuously rubbing my stomach.
Nodding, I allowed him to sway me from left to right as the warmth of him began to soothe me. I’d been counting on his presence and guidance this entire pregnancy. With him it seemed easier than what I thought. He’d stepped into the role of a family man and was acing that shit.
“Mmmm,” I moaned once he lifted my stomach just a little.
“I got it. Walk with me to the family room so you can sit and relax before everybody get here. Why you ain’t tell me you was in pain, Clover?”
We strolled to the next room over at a slow pace as he talked. I didn’t want to answer him truthfully because this sit down was something that needed to happen. I took a seat on the recliner as he kneeled and continued to rub me down.
“I’m not in pain baby. I just got a lil’ overwhelmed. I’m good, for real,” I lied.
Shaking his head, he removed my shoes and tossed them to the side. He massaged my feet as he said, “We eating in here tonight so you can be comfortable.”
“No, I put a lot into this. I can sit at the table with everybody else.”
Looking up at me, he delivered a look telling me to shut the fuck up. “What the hell I just say, Clover?” The doorbell rang cutting my response off. Rolling my eyes, I got up and he gently pushed me right back down. He was not playing with me. “Sit yo’ ass down… and wait on me.”
A kiss was placed on my forehead when he stood over me. I wanted nothing more from him but to be held in bed and catered to even more. I was desperate for a soft life and now that I had one, he wasn’t letting me out of it.
I overheard Ms. Linh and knew her husband was right behind him. To my surprise, I heard my mother instead. That caused me to go against my husband’s orders and go see what was going on. I didn’t expect my parents to be on time. Waddling to the front door, I realized this may have been just as important to them as it was to us.
