Chocolate Thunder Returns: Chapter 20

Kendra sat in the rocking chair feeding Behati when Ashlyn walked into the room to check on Simone, "She's fallen asleep," she said smiling at her angel.

"They had a busy day," replied Kendra. She removed her daughter from her breast and burped her before laying her down to sleep. She stood. She and Ashlyn stepped out of the bedroom, they closed the door.

"How are you?" Ashlyn asked her with concern. She noticed Kendra was a little quiet at dinner.

Chima stepped into the hall. His chest was bare and he wore a pair of gray pajama bottoms. "Kendra and I have something that we need to tell you," said with a heavy heart.

Her heart nearly skipped a beat. She held up her hand, "I know you two or not about to tell me you're running off without me?"

They chuckled, "Um, no," Chima replied as he eyed her as if she was crazy.

"We wouldn't do you like that," added Kendra.

She let out a breath.

"It's about my baby. The one I'm carrying."

She waited eagerly for their next words. Kendra looked at Chima and he looked at her, and then they both looked at Ashlyn. She huffed, "The baby is Chima's."

Kendra nodded. It was quiet for a moment, "It's not like I can give him anymore."

"Are you angry?" Kendra asked, "I'm sorry. We were being careful."

"I swear, babe. I used a condom. It came off."

She placed her hands on his face, "It's okay. Really." She looked at Kendra, "Bring it in."

Relieved, Kendra joined the group hug.

"No matter what, our babies will be cared for."

****

There was a young woman on stage. She sang covers of various songs, mostly dance hall. Coen's eyes covered Kendra with sweetness which provoked her smile. She lifted the glass and sipped the pineapple mocktail.

"You look like a doll," he stated. She wore a pink dress. It was spaghetti strapped and hugged her boobs nicely. It fitted at the waist and flowed out. It barely reached mid-thigh.

"Thank you, I appreciate you taking me to brunch."

"It's my pleasure." He lifted his glass of wine and sipped.

The server came by, "I have your order here." She placed a plate with fried lobster, candied waffle wedges dusted with powdered sugar, and a side of fruit. There was also fried catfish with grits.

They started eating. The food was amazing. Coen cleaned his plate. Kendra ate most of hers. She placed her napkin down, "I'm stuffed."

"We can dance off some of these calories."

The smile in her eyes said it all. She placed her hand into his and they went to the dance floor. He didn't have many moves, but he could two-step and let Kendra roll and whine on his package. She looked back at him and smirked when she felt it poking her ass.

His hands were on her hips. He did some grinding. His left hand eased up her left side, he touched her chin and turned her head. His lips touched hers. She smiled and accepted another kiss.

After dancing a few songs, Kendra went to the restroom. She relieved herself inside the stall. The toilet flushed. She stepped out of the stall and went to the sink. She looked into the mirror and sighed when she saw her step out of the stall that was next to the one, she was in.

"You sure move fast don't cha, girl," Charlene said disgustingly.

"Look, you got what you wanted. Why are you in my business?"

"Oh, I'm not. I could care less if you fuck another white boy," she said with the kiss of her teeth. "As long as you stay the fuck away from my husband."

Kendra scoffed, "I'll stay away from him, but you make sure he stays away from me."

"Mark is not concerned about you. He has me."

Kendra shook her head in disgust, "You're a manipulator. It's only a matter of time before Mark sees you for who you truly are." She left the restroom.

"Sees me for who I really am...bitch please," she mumbled before leaving the restroom.

****

It was a nice quiet walk on the pier. Coen stood behind her. The wind blew gently, "I'll keep you warm," he said. "I enjoyed our kiss earlier."

She turned her head. Their tongues touched. She felt his hand slip under her dress; it eased up her inner thigh. His cell phone sounded. It rang until it went to voicemail. She grabbed his hand, "Do you have to get that?"

"I have something way more important to take care of."

His index finger slid back and forth along her clit and the top of her entrance as her body pressed to his. Her left hand played in his soft hair as their tongues wrestled. He played until her knees got weak. He held her up while she regained her composure.

She turned to him. They shared another kiss. Neither wanted the night to end. She invited him to sit on the patio. When they walked back, he opened the gate so she walked ahead of him. He sat on the sofa. She straddled him. More kisses were shared as she rocked back and forth on his package. He placed her hand on his bulge. She fished it out and saw what he was packing. It was nice. The mushroom tip, length, and width were impressive.

He lifted her up slightly and fed his rod into her opening. Immediately he leaned back, held her hips, and thrust upward rapidly. He panted softly while looking into her eyes. He lifted slightly and placed her on her back. He went slowly. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He leaned in to kiss her mouth.

Yes, finally, he celebrated silently. She was even better than he dreamed of or what Jon had explained to him and now she was his. He felt her body quake and she let out a high-pitched squeal. "You okay?" he asked.

"Um hm," she responded.

He traveled south. She felt his tongue. After a short time, her toes curled. He wrapped her thighs tightly and buried his face deeper. She felt his tongue jetting into her center and then he sucked her clit until she cussed and pushed at his head.

He looked at her center before pressing his way back into it. She was sopping wet. The sounds drove him mad, he humped wildly. Their sounds grew louder and louder. He kissed her mouth and held steady as he grunted.

He pulled from her center and sat back on the sofa. His wet cock was still hanging out the unzipped portion of his trousers. Slowly she sat up. The look of pleasure on her face pleased him. He reached for her. Her head rested on his shoulder, "I don't want to go but it's getting late."

She kissed the side of his neck. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Of course you will."

***

After Coen left, Kendra attempted to sneak upstairs but was stopped by Ashlyn who was hiding in the den, "I heard you two out there," she giggled.

Kendra chuckled, "I couldn't help myself."

"How was he?"

"Nice."

"There was a whole lot of panting and groaning. Just nice?"

"You know. I enjoyed it of course but—"

She chuckled, "He's not Chima or Mark."

She nodded, "Chima and Mark, ummm."

"Well my dear, Coen is now our new normal."

"Right."

"Get some rest beautiful. We have that order tomorrow and that couples' dinner."

****

The hot steamy water intensified the smell of the mango scrub. Her skin felt extra soft and smooth after exfoliating. The water shut off, she stepped out of the shower, dabbed her skin with a bath sheet, and then grabbed some coconut oil to moisturize.

She looked at her pretty brown skin. How it shined. Her body looked great but she couldn't help but imagine her belly full once more. She smiled. A new baby. A new man. She nodded.

The light turned off just before she left the bathroom. She saw him standing by the door wearing nothing. He held his rod. Kendra's heart raced. She saw him make strides until her met her by the bed. He had a serious look on his face, "Ashlyn told me that I needed to come down here to see you."

"Did she?"

He nodded, "I heard you with him."

"I saw you watching."

He turned her around. Her hands touched the bed. He slid in. His hips moved in slow waves. Immediately, she moaned, "Fuck."

"See, if he knew what he was doing, it wouldn't have taken so long for you to cum," he bragged as he looked at his cock covered in her nectar.

"Shit, Chima."

He was on a mission. Her body shuddered. She stomped her right foot and cussed. His hand gripped the top of her ass. He drilled with a purpose. After several minutes, she was climaxing again, "shit, another one, damn babe," he said grinning.

He smacked her ass, "Thow that ass back like you want it!"

He complied. He watched her ass wobble every time she rocked back. He grinned. Her back was pretty. The baby hairs on her nape swirled perfectly. He pulled out. He had her turn around and sit on the bed before he reinserted.

She was stretched. He moved back and forth, "You like it slow, right baby."

"Oh, yes, Chima. Just like that."

"Nobody else hit that spot like this."

"Uh-uh," she moaned in delight.

There was dick and then there was Chima's dick. Ever since that first time, she was hooked. Doggystyle was intense but there was something about missionary with him. How he'd move his hips. Holding him in her arms was magical. And the kisses. Slow. Deliberate. Sweet.

"Ahhhhh," she gasped.

He grunted, "Shit."

****

Fresh out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and began drying off. His cell phone sounded. He saw a text message from a strange number. He read it, "Thanks for setting me and Kendra up. This will truly be a great friendship. Trust me."

He rolled his eyes.

Another message came, "And our little secret stays between us."

Chima gulped. That night. He couldn't believe he was taken advantage of twice in one night. A man's mouth on his rod. He couldn't believe it when Coen got him hard and sucked him so good that he erupted.

"I'm not Gay," Chima replied.

"Just because you enjoyed what we did, doesn't mean you're Gay."

Chima sighed, "Fuck," he said to himself.

****

After having breakfast, Chima kissed the girls and left for work. Ashlyn and Kendra began preparing an order for the gym where Ashlyn used to work. Ashlyn stood by the sink washing off vegetables, "Chima looked happy when he came back to the room last night. Thanks for taking care of him."

Kendra chuckled, "Anytime. I got you. Are you feeling okay?"

"I am. It's just. I'm getting nervous." The closer it got to the date for her surgery, the more nervous she became. She had a few more appointments to go over everything. "I'll be out of commission for a while."

"You took care of the guys after I had the baby." Kendra walked up to her friend. She ran her fingers through her silky hair, "I will handle it."

"I bet you will," Ashlyn leaned in for a kiss. Then she touched Kendra's belly, "Chima's baby. I hope it's a boy. He wants a boy."

Kendra smiled, "Yeah. I feel like it's a boy."

"Well my beautiful friend, as much as I want to taste you right now, we have to get this order ready,"

"Yeah. We'll get to see your best friend today."

"Ugh, don't remind me," Ashlyn said thinking about Tori whom she hadn't seen since the event in Orlando and she had to cuss her out.

"She would die if she knew you were having Chima's baby."

Kendra sighed, "You know people will talk."

Ashlyn nodded, "I'm sure they will whisper things but it's not their business. And if I'm okay with it, then fuck them."

****

He stared at his computer looking at pictures of the babies that he had taken when suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder. He didn't flinch, "What are you doing here Corrine?" he asked the pretty dark-haired woman with a slender build who had a sinister look.

"Mommy sent me."

"I'm not going back to South Africa any time soon."

His mother had been asking him to help run his father's company. As the only son, she had hoped he'd take an interest in the legacy his father left behind. She hoped that giving him time to sow his wild oats would lead him back to South Africa ready to take on command of the billion-dollar empire.

"What a shame."

"The shame would be me dressing in business suits and talking rubbish with board members pretending that I cared about stocks."

"You don't seem to have a problem spending dad's money."

"It's not his money. It's the money he left me when he died. That makes it, my money."

He continued to edit the pictures. She looked at the babies, "Who are those precious little girls?" she asked.

"This one is Simone. She is the daughter of my new girlfriend's friend. And this one is Behati. She's my girlfriend's baby."

"Dating a black girl are you now?"

He smiled, "You know I've always had a thing for them. I seem to remember you did too."

She grinned, "And I still do. But you know how mum is about those things. She would never accept you dating a black woman and with a kid."

"I don't care."

Her eyebrows lifted, "So what shall I tell mum?"

"Tell her you were unable to locate me."

"She's never going to believe that since I specialize in finding people." It was true. Corrine was her mother's little investigator. She often researched people, found intel on them, and reported to her mother.

"Then tell her that I am considering her offer but she has to be more open-minded."

Corrine scoffed, "She would throw herself into a fire before she'd see you go off with this woman you're seeing. The only way she'd perhaps consider it is if..."

"What?"

"Her daughter's name is Behati? Is this woman South African?"

"Yes. Well, she was born in Miami. Her mother is from South Africa. And get this...her grandfather is Dutch."

She smiled, "what's his name?"

He searched his mind, "I think it's Levi De...De—"

"Levi De Jong?"

"Yes. That's it."

"Then brother...this girl and you may certainly have a chance."

"Well, I'm not ready to make any moves just yet. Tell our mum to give me six months."

She nodded, "Six months." She hugged him tightly, "I can't wait to have you back home."

****

He woke up with a stiffy. He touched himself. He looked over at Charlene who slept naked. He eased close to her and rained kisses down her back. He attempted to touch her but she grunted, "Not now. I'm tired Mark. Besides, it's your turn to drop the kids off at school."

He tossed back the covers and left the bed with his poor hard cock unsatisfied. It was time to get ready for his day.

He started the shower and waited for the water to heat up. He sent Chima a message, "Drinks after work?"

"Sorry, man. I have this couple's thing with Ashlyn tonight."

"Maybe Saturday then?"

"Sure."

He stepped into the shower. His cock was still hard. He remembered his mornings with Kendra. How she tasted. How she would taste him. How she loved to ride him nice and slow while staring into his eyes. He massaged his dick and moaned softly as the water rained down on his muscular body.

He was having a blast until, Charlene burst into the bathroom and heard him moaning, "Are you in the shower playing with your dick?"

He sucked his teeth and turned off the water. He stepped out to dry himself, "I wouldn't have to play with my dick if my wife would not have turned me down this morning."

She sucked her teeth, "Look. I'm not a piece of meat you can just hop on whenever you get the urge. I was tired. I know that lil young girl was always ready to sit on your dick, but I ain't her, okay."

"You're tight. You're not her," he replied smugly.

She made a face, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing Charlene. I have to get ready to go."

"Uh-uh, Negro. Don't play with me. Because while you're in the shower thinking about fucking her...she's already sitting on that white boy's dick."

"What?"

"Yep. I saw her at the Caribbean spot backing her ass up on some white dude just yesterday. So, she couldn't have loved you that much. Ha," she said before getting into the shower.

Mark's face cracked. He left the bathroom. He went into the closet to find something to wear for the day.

****

After dropping the kids off, Mark headed straight to Chima's office. He paced back and forth as Chima stared at him trying to figure out how to calm him down. "How could you let this happen?" Mark asked angrily.

"Kendra is grown. What am I supposed to tell her?"

"You and I both hate that dude."

"Hate?"

"Yes. Hate. We never liked him. And now you're letting him get close to Kendra...are you going to let him fuck Ashlyn?"

Chima hesitated. Mark threw up his hands, "No. no. You can't. You have to stop this?"

"How? What do you expect me to do? You are back with Charlene, which makes no fucking sense."

Mark shook his head, "You can't let Kendra fall in love with this guy."

Chima sighed. He didn't know what to do.

****

The English teacher stood in front of the class lecturing about the importance of citing sources when writing papers. Carly was in another world. She looked at pictures on her phone from when she went to the Bahamas.

A cute guy was sitting a couple of chairs over from her. He passed her friend a note. And motioned with his head to give it to Carly. The girl took the note and slid it to Carly. She opened it and read, "I like you. You should let me get your number. Marshon." He also provided his phone number.

She looked at him. He winked. She blushed. She typed his number into her phone and texted him, "Hey."

He smiled and they texted each other during class.

When the class ended, Carly sat at the lunch table with her friend Dominque talking when Marshon and Jules strolled up and sat. They spoke. "It's Friday. Ain't shit happening here today. We should go hang out at my place," said Jules who was known at school as the guy with bars. He liked to rap and was an inspiring rapper in the area.

Carly was nervous. She had never cut a class let alone left school without permission. "How would we even get off campus?" she asked innocently.

They chuckled. Dominque smiled, "Excuse my friend, Carly, she's a good girl. She don't be doing stuff like this."

"Oh, you a bad girl, ha, Dee?"

"You know. I'm good when I need to be."

"I like that. Don't worry me and my boy Marshon got y'all."

****

She couldn't help herself. He popped up in town. And as mad as she was, she couldn't resist "Chocolate Thunder," the mere thought of him being in town had her wet. So when she ran into him after having brunch with her friends, she couldn't help but meet him at his cousin's house.

He was only in town for a few more days. She had to get him while he was there. She was riding him like a mechanical bull. He lay there in heaven. Even though she acted up in Georgia, he had to forgive her. They had history. She couldn't be his wife but she could be his perfect side piece as long as she followed the rules which she agreed to.

"Oh my god, Jamal, babe fuck!" she exclaimed, "This dick is so good!"

"So good?"

"So fucking good!"

"Turn that ass around," he commanded.

He got behind her and pushed his rod in and worked her pussy until he erupted. They collapsed on the bed panting. He touched her belly. She moved his hand, "Don't."

"Why?"

"You're not going to claim this baby. Why pretend?"

"Look, we both know this isn't the ideal situation, but I'm going to help you any way I can. We both have to be smart about this. It doesn't mean that I don't care about you or this baby. Have you told him?"

She kissed her teeth, "I can't just yet. I have to make it believable. I'm going to tell him in a couple of weeks. I'll just say I found out when I went to the doctor for blood work. It'll make more sense and line up better."

He smiled, "You always have a plan."

"You know I do."

She left the bed, "I gotta get going. I still have to get some groceries and stuff. Shit...I'm back to being a wife and mother."

****

After successfully getting off campus, They got into Jules's car. They stopped for some food and later drove to Jules's house. They parked. Jules looked across the street at his friend's house, he saw Jamal with a woman. "Damn, Jamal be outchea wildin'"

They looked. Marshon saw her, "That's the same woman he had over there last night when I left."

"Dude be wildin'. He got a whole family in Georgia."

Carly saw the woman and gulped. They got out of the car, "You coming?" Jules asked.

She dropped down in the backseat and waited until her mother drove off before exiting Jules's car.

Dominique nudged her, "You good?"

"Girl, that was my mom."

Her jaw hit the floor, "That was Ms Charlene?"

Carly nodded, "Yes. The fuck."

"I mean," Dominique said trying to find the words. She didn't know what to say, "Just try not to think about it. It's probably innocent. Let's have fun with the guys. I bet Marshon can help take your mind off of all of this."