Chapter Nineteen

Ka’yah bathed Aiko and put him to bed before preparing herself and her bae a romantic dinner. Ka’yah was too amped about him coming over! It had been almost two weeks since they’d had any real quality time together. It was getting harder and harder for them to see each other because his chick was constantly on his head. Ka’yah wasn’t proud that her dude had a woman, but the heart wants what the heart wants; she couldn’t help it. Ka’yah was preparing his favorite dish, a Cajun shrimp medley, side salad, garlic bread, and a bottle of Bartenura. Dessert would be her, of course.

Ka’yah was just putting the finishing touches on dinner when she heard the key in the door. Ka’yah smiled widely, smoothed her hair down, and went to meet her baby at the door.

“Wassup, bae?” she asked with a smile.

“Wassup?” he asked, giving her a kiss on the lips.

“Ummmm,” she moaned.

“What’s for dinner? It smells good as fuck in here,” he said and walked toward the kitchen.

“I made your favorite meal,” Ka’yah said proudly as she lifted the lid off of the medley and stirred it.

“Good. I’m starvin’,” he said, taking a seat at the table. “Where my son at?”

“He’s asleep,” Ka’yah said, turning the fire off from under the food.

“Why he in the bed so early? I wanted to see him.”

“’Cause it’s been a long time since me and you spent any time alone. Every time I call you to come over, you wit’ her,” Ka’yah said, rolling her eyes.

“That her is my woman.” He laughed.

“Whatever,” Ka’yah snarled as she began fixing their plates.

“Somebody is jealous,” he said, standing up, walking up behind Ka’yah, and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I ain’t jealous. That bitch ain’t got shit on me!” she snapped.

“Yes, you are,” he said, kissing the back of her neck, making her wet. “I’m here wit’ you now, so all that other shit is irrelevant.” He continued planting kisses on the back of her neck.

“When are you gon’ be here wit’ me and your son for good?” Ka’yah asked.

“Soon, real soon,” he said before walking back over and taking his seat.

“Yeah, we’ll see. I’ve been hearin’ that same shit for years. Shit, ever since Aiko was born,” Ka’yah said, placing his food down in front of him.

“Look, I done told you I’m just waitin’ for the right time to leave. She is the mother of my child,” he said before shoving a forkful of food into his mouth.

“And I am too. Matter fact, I’m the mother of your oldest child,” Ka’yah said. No matter how he put it or tried to explain it, Ka’yah wasn’t getting it. She didn’t get how hard it would be to tell his chick that he was moving out and moving in with the woman he was really in love with.

“Calm down, baby. It won’t be too much longer.”

Ka’yah rolled her eyes again. She was definitely tired of hearing the same old shit. “Yeah, a’iiiight. Just know I’m not gon’ keep sittin’ around here waitin’ on you to leave her. It’s not fair to me and I deserve to be happy.”

“I don’t make you happy?” he said, standing up from the table and walking over to Ka’yah.

Ka’yah looked him in his mesmerizing eyes and slowly shook her head yes.

“Well, act like it then,” he said before kissing her neck.

Ka’yah threw her head back and her baby planted kisses all over her neck. He then wrapped his hands around her waist and picked her up, placing her on the counter.

“What you doin’? Your food is gon’ get cold,” Ka’yah said as he began undressing her.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m about to eat.” He smirked as he struggled to pull her shorts off. Ka’yah gave him a hand and pulled them down. He grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way off and tossed them to the side.

Ka’yah watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He placed his hand on her chest, giving her a light shove, making her lie back before diving into her wetness, tongue first. After he finished sword fighting with her clit, he pulled her back up while wiping the juices from his face. He took his shirt and tucked it underneath his chin, not wanting to get any evidence on it. He grabbed Ka’yah by her waist, pulled her off the counter, and slid her on top of his manhood. Her back was still against the counter for some much-needed support.

“Baby,” she moaned.

“Yes,” he answered while slowly pumping in and out of her, lifting her tiny frame up with each thrust, enjoying every minute of it.

“Fuck me hard,” she moaned.

He began pumping in and out of her, trying his best to rupture her spleen. He pumped hard and fast. Ka’yah watched as the sweat poured off his forehead.

“I’m ’bouta cum, baby,” she squealed.

“Me too,” he said as he pumped as hard as he could.

A few minutes later, they both howled like two animals. He breathed heavily as he sat her back on top of the counter.

“Wrap my plate up. I gotta go,” he said while pulling his pants up and fastening them.

“You ’bouta go already?” she asked, not really stressing it because she got what she wanted.

“Yep. I hate to eat and run.” He smirked.

“But you hate to run without eatin’.” Ka’yah smirked back.