Crazy Summer (24 page)

“And why is that?” she asked.

“Because I’m a gangsta. And that’s from the heart.”

Summer smiled. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Kiki took a long pause and then softly replied, “Things that are understood don’t need to be explained.”

He left it at that, giving her something to think about.

Three hours later, the twins were escorted from the Augusta Regional Detention Center to the 401 County Jail. Then they were turned over to the custody of Summer. She and Kiki waited out in the parking lot. They were standing in front of the Range Rover when the attorney escorted the twins outside.

Summer’s eyes watered with happiness as she raced over toward them with open arms. Both sons hugged her, and they made one big happy circle. Kiki watched from a distance with another Newport pressed between his thumb and forefinger. The attorney walked over to Kiki, and they exchanged a few words nonchalantly. Moments later, the attorney was gone. Summer brought the twins over to meet Kiki. She introduced the three of them, and minutes later, they were all loaded into the SUV.

Later that night, Kiki took the whole family out to eat at an expensive restaurant in Columbia County. They all sat comfortably around a monolithic marble slab table that matched the rose-veined marble floors. Fine elegant music played in the background. This was a high-class environment that seriously impressed Summer. The kids had never seen anything such as this, and Mrs. Diane was so impressed that she just knew Kiki could do no wrong.

Then, out of nowhere, Jeremy said, “You got dat work, don’t cha?”

Summer eyed her son angrily, and by the time everyone else around the table caught wind to it, she was already on her feet.

“Y’all, please excuse me.” Maintaining her focus on her son, she told him with her eyes to remove himself from the table, and he did.

Summer led Jeremy to the lobby area of the restaurant. She turned and faced him; he towered over her, looking down at his mother.

She pointed her long, manicured fingernail in his face and told him, “Don’t ever disrespect me.”

His heart raced rapidly; deep down inside he feared his mother. Her eyes were cold. He took a mental note of their deadly look. He licked his lips while keeping his eyes on her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he finally said.

Back at the table, Summer watched the chef as he entertained them. However, she was in a totally different mind state. She was hungrier than anyone around her, and her appetite was for money and the finer things in life. She wanted the best for her children. She wanted them out of the projects, and with her ambition, she would get it.

A few house later, Kiki stood behind Summer in a spacious bathroom of his penthouse in Evans, Georgia. They were both naked and surrounded by mirrors. Summer was bent over at the waist, her hands gripping the marble countertop and her back covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her back arched perfectly. Summer pretended to be nervous. He slowly allowed his hands to gently rub from her soft shoulders down to her curvy ass. He removed his right hand and gripped his hard, veined penis to guide it in between her warm cheeks.

She tensed a little, then in a begging voice she said, “Fuck me.” 

She watched Kiki’s facial expression in the wall mirror. She knew he was excited; she saw it in his eyes.

“Put it inside me, Kiki. Slide it in real slow.”

Despite her request, Kiki entered her roughly, which caught her off guard. She was tight and wet. She gasped, and her eyes widened as if she was in fear. He spread her vagina and filled her up quickly.

“You want all of it?” he asked, holding on to her small waist.

She didn’t respond, at least not with her mouth anyway. Instead, Summer backed up into him, inviting him, letting him know she wanted everything he had to offer. He reached underneath her, cupped her firm breast, and rammed every inch he had inside her. He was rough, but she liked it. She sucked her teeth hard, and he rammed her again.

She screamed loud.

He drove again, deeper this time. Her moans and screams got louder, but she never stopped slamming herself against him.

“My pussy’s hot, baby,” she purred lustfully. “Make me cum. Make me cum.”

Those words rang in his ears for the next several hours.

The following morning, they woke up in each other’s arms. Thin streaks of sunlight filled the room. Summer looked over at him.

“You want breakfast?” she asked, her eyes penetrating his.

A thin line of sun caught his left eye. He grinned a little and said, “Damn right, if you can cook.” 

Summer smiled and then slowly started inching her way down to his penis. She massaged him gently until he began to get hard. Then she wrapped her lips around his throbbing head and flicked her tongue like a lizard. He looked down at her, and to his surprise, her eyes were waiting for his.

  He ran his fingers through her hair, his heart pounding heavily again. He could feel his nerves jumping in his toes.
What is she doing to me?
he thought.

She had him. Slowly, she guided the full length of his penis in her mouth while clawing at his stomach. She could feel him tensing up, his stomach muscles tightened. He closed his eyes, and then they popped open.

“What about breakfast?” he asked.

With a freaky and seductive look blazing from her eyes, she paused and removed his penis from her mouth. “Can I finish eating first?” she asked.

Smiling, Kiki dropped his head back on the pillow. “You are too much,” he said.

The phone rang from the nightstand. He thought seriously about not answering it, but slowly reached over and clutched it.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, baby. How you doin’?”

“I’m coolin’,” he replied, his toes curling again as he guided Summer’s head. Then he added, “What about ya’self?”

“I’m good. However, I caught two fish last night that came in from Jacksonville, Florida.”

She’d caught his interest that fast. “What you think they’re playin’ with?”

“I’m not sure. They made it sprinkle in the club last night, so I’ll say they probably fuckin’ with at least two bricks or better.”

“Fo’ sho, huh?”

“Damn right. You know I don’t call about no bullshit.”

It took Kiki a few seconds to let those words sink in because Summer had him about to cum.  “I’ll be to see you tonight,” he managed to say.

“Let’s not fuck around and miss this lick.”

There was a long pause.

“We won’t.”

After hanging up, he thought about asking Summer to marry him. She had him out there now, and that was really something he hated because women were his weakness. At least he knew it, though. Still, he would never reveal that to any of his associates. Not verbally anyway.

Now in the kitchen, Summer was preparing two T-Bone steaks with potatoes, onions, and red peppers. The aroma emerged from the cast iron skillet. Her head wrapped in a silk scarf, she paraded around barefoot in a colorful cropped camisole and boy shorts. Across the kitchen in the living room, she noticed Kiki coming downstairs. He was dressed in jeans and no shirt. A nice expensive diamond chain was around his neck, and he was talking to someone on his Bluetooth earpiece. Summer was flipping the steaks when he walked up behind her. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her softly on the neck.

“Food smells good. How long before it’s ready?”

“Probably ten more minutes. You got time?”

“Is that a question?”

She turned and faced him, her eyes unreadable. “Yes. I don’t wanna hold you up.”

He leaned toward her. Pressed against her, he brushed his fingers across her nipples, and they began rising underneath the fabric of the camisole. Roughly, he massaged her breast, while she stared up into his eyes and clutched his penis through his jeans.

“Please don’t get me started,” she said in a begging tone.

Ignoring her, he slid one hand down her shorts and toyed around with her clit. Then he inserted two fingers inside her and asked, “So what about the twins’ father?”

Her eyes were closed now, and her juices flowing. As he continued to penetrate her deep with his fingers, she tightened her entire body. She tried pressing her legs together, but the feelings she was experiencing couldn’t stop it.

She whispered, “He’s not a factor.”

Kiki snatched her boxers down to her knees, then dropped down to his and started sucking vigorously on her swollen clit.

*****

When Summer pulled up to her mother’s back door, she saw the twins and Big Will leaning up against a late model Lincoln. Pretending not to notice them, she stepped out the car, walked around to the trunk, and removed four large shopping bags.

The project was infested with kids who were in the streets, sitting on cars, riding bikes, and hanging in the windows above. Young hood females paraded around half naked in groups, and the guys stood around rapping and smoking blunts.

“Y’all two come in the house,” was all Summer said as she approached the building.

“Excuse me, but can I speak with you before you go inside?”  Big Will asked her before she walked through the door.

Summer stopped in her tracks and turned her head far enough to look him in his eyes. Her stare was expressionless; she wasn’t angry at all, but she definitely wasn’t feeling Big Will.

She handed the twins the bags. “Y’all go inside.”

They did as they were told. She stepped down from the small porch and walked up to Big Will.

“I’m listening,” she said. “But, I’m in a hurry.”

“Alright, I’ll make it quick. I want the boys to come stay with my parents and me. They’ll have their own bedrooms, and I’ll make sure they stay out of trouble.”

“You sound real stupid, nigga. What the fuck can you do that I can’t?”

“You’re struggling, Summer. I’m their father, and I can handle business. You’re here in the damn projects and just got out of prison.”

With her hands on her hips, Summer took a deep breath and shook her head side to side. “At first, it wasn’t a problem with you visiting my sons…”

“Our sons,” he interrupted.

“My muthafuckin’ sons! I didn’t give you this pussy. I didn’t ask you to fuck me, but you did. I was hurt for years because I didn’t know who the fuck their father was, and now you wanna come with this bullshit? Now you won’t see them until I say so, and until then, please don’t come back ‘round here.”

“So you think it’s gonna be that easy?”

“It’s on you. I’m through wit’ it.” She tried turning to head inside, but Big Will grabbed her arm, gripping it tightly.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you,” he growled.

She snatched her arm away and pointed her finger up toward his face. “Don’t ever put yo’ muthafuckin’ hands on me again!”