Page 29 of Scribbled Excellence

After all the chuckles died down, all the eyes were on me.Oh, they really want an answer.I didn’t want to answer the question. “Well, we are being careful.”

“That not what she ask,” Mrs. Mi-Kyung said.She mumbled something in Korean that pulled a titter from her daughter.

My middle brows kissed.What the hell was that?I needed to hurry up and start my Korean lessons. My fluency went as far asjenjang (fuck me), salanghaeyo (I love you), and geu bojileul ppal-ajwo (eat that pussy).

Kyro’s mother noticed. She leaned forward on the table and looked me dead in my eyes as she spoke. “Tomorrow, if you’re not on birth control on top of not using protection, then y’all aren’t being careful. The pull-out method isn’t effective nor is tracking your ovulation. Kyro is an ovulation tracked, pull-out baby.”

My eyelids widened. Kyro and I were not using protection all the time, and I was not on birth control. We used protection 80 percent of the time. That had to count for something. “Well, we use protection a majority of the time, but . . .” My shoulders shrugged. “Things happen.”

Danielle looked at Rachel. “Looks like we’re going to be aunties sooner than later!” When they high fived each other, I was over it.

The ladies must have sensed my angst, so they gave me a reprieve. I said a silent prayer when the subject changed. The subject may have changed, but my mind was still on the conversation left behind.

A Short Time Later . . .

Smack!“Mar, throw that fuckin’ ass back. I gave you your nuts. Pull this fuckin’ nut out of me.”Smack!

Every smack, I took as a challenge. I climaxed four times. We’d been fucking on each other all day. Tomorrow was the private art event, so August came and got Tuesday for the weekend. We were home alone, and that was the perfect time to fuck all over the condo. Right now, my knees were in his tattoo chair in his loft while he tore my pussy up from behind.

My ass pushed out, and my legs spread a little so that I could get the perfect throwback position. The second I had what I deemed the perfect position, my ass started to do a little circle. I didn’t have much ass, but I had enough to grab and throw in a circle.

I peeked over my shoulder because he was quiet outside of his grunts and moans. “You not talkin’ all that shit now. Why you so quiet now?”

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, and he was laser focused. His hiss was loud when I used these pussy muscles that he loved to persuade his nut to come to the party. “Fuck, Mar! Shit!”

The thrust told on him. Moments later, his body stilled behind me. Although it was still, I felt the shiver from it.

As soon as he pulled out of me it was like responsibility entered the room. “Fuck, Kyro! We forgot to use a condom.”

He walked over to his desk and grabbed the wipes that were on top of it. “Um, I didn’t forget anything. To forget to use a condom, I would have had to have a condom.”

My eyes slitted. Why did he have to be so damn difficult? “Mr. Goings, if we don’t do better, we’re going to be parents before we blink.”

He stared at me for a beat, then started to rapidly blink. He didn’t stop until I asked what the hell he was doing. “I wanted to push some blinks along so we could get to it already.”

My mouth fell agape and a gasp released. I didn’t mean to laugh, but I did. It would only encourage him. “Kyro!”

“What! I’m almost thirty. I’m ready for all the things,” he told me.

I cleaned myself up and threw the wipes in the trash. “Kyro, I’m not having children for any man except my husband. Do with that information as you will. I’m about to go start dinner.”

I left the loft to see if the chicken had thawed. I washed my hands, then got started with dinner. Kyro came over with his sketch book and sat at the island where he normally did while I cooked.

About twenty minutes into my cooking process, my phone rang. When I saw who it was, I put it on speakerphone.“Hey, Daddy.”

“Hey, baby girl? How are you doing today?”My father had the deepest voice of any man I’d ever heard. I remember when I was a little girl, my favorite thing to do was to lay on him while he told me a story. His voice would put me to sleep every time.

I checked the pot to see if my water was at a boil before I answered.“I’m good. Cooking dinner for me and Kyro.”

“Hey, Mr. Bennett,”Kyro greeted.“How you doing, man?”

“You know me, youngin. I’m staying dangerous until I walk out of here. You taking care of my babies like we talked about?”

My head tilted because, when did they talk about that? To my knowledge, the only time Kyro spoke to my dad, Shawn, was when he was around me or Tuesday when he called. From this conversation, it sounded like they’d had ex parte communication.

Kyro gave me that look that he gave when he silently told me to mind my business.“You know I’m gonna always take care of my woman, bro, and sis. I promised you I had it, and I do.”

“That’s good to hear. I talked to Tuesday and August a little earlier. They’re having the time of their life in Atlanta.”He chortled.