I Got You: Chapter 14

The vehicle slowed to a halt. Moments later, Coen exited the delivery truck. He opened the side door and retrieved a large square package. He walked with it in hand. Just as he approached the front door, it opened, and there stood Kendra with her mother.

"Oh look, you have a package," she said with her accent so exquisite. Coen smiled, "You must be Kendra's mother he said in Xhosa."

Her eyes widened, "And where did you learn to speak Xhosa?" she asked amazed at his delivery.

"I'm from Durban. I know a little. I speak mostly Afrikaans and English."

She nodded, "I am Kendra's mother's mother Ms. Nandi."

"It's a pleasure. I'm Coen. Kendra keeps me busy," he joked as he set the package down before them.

She smiled, "What's this?"

"It's a gift from me. I framed my favorite photo of you."

She opened it and her face glowed, "This is incredible. I love it."

Her mother agreed, "It is stunning. They weren't doing these things when I was pregnant."

"You and Dad can always try for another."

"Girl. Hush. The only way a child will form in this womb is if the holy spirit puts it there," her mother joked but was serious.

Coen chuckled, "I'll leave you two to enjoy your day, you look very beautiful."

Kendra smiled, "Thank you, Coen."

Her mother smirked, "That young man is sweet on you."

"Yes. He may be but I already have a man."

"Yes. And when do I get to meet this man? Or is he just a figment of your imagination?"

Kendra laughed, "He's real, mom."

*****

Not only was Mark real. Nandi got to see that he was quite the looker and even more charming. The beachfront property her mother and father rented for their stay bustled with family and friends. One of her aunts whispered to her mother, "Kendra has done good."

They looked at Mark who sat out on the patio with the other men conversing. Her mother nodded, "Lord knows I have prayed. I am happy that she has a good reliable man."

Carly walked into the kitchen, "Hi, Ms. Nandi, may I help you with something?"

Nandi touched her cheek, "You are so sweet. You can help me get the cake ready to serve."

Carly happily assisted Nandi by getting the plates, napkins, and utensils to feed the guests the cake.

*****

Twelve hours separated him from the departure he dreaded. He had a single bag packed with only the essentials. He had to pack light. It made it easier to move stealthily. He stared at the computer screen. It was an email from Sara which read, "...I'll be the sacrificial lamb for I've loved you both. They're calling me a mastermind. I find it all flattering. You have more than enough money to live in Germany to take care of Kendra and your baby. I caution you to be mindful of others you let near your loved ones. I'll see you in five years. Please keep in touch and send me pictures of everyone."

He sighed. He closed the email and shut off the computer. As he sat there thinking about the moments he and Sara shared with Kendra. Everything was always Sara's idea. So, she was the mastermind. He was intrigued with Kendra. He wanted a simple life. He didn't want to take money from unsuspecting senior citizens. That was her idea.

He sighed. He wanted to feel Kendra next to him, under him. He imagined tasting her. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Come to bed," Coen said.

He stood. He touched the sides of his face, "I am trusting you with my heart. Can I trust you?"

Coen nodded, "Of course. You know you can."

Lip smacking, fondling, and heavy breathing. Jon's cock stood at attention. Coen dropped to his knees. Jon's eyes rolled. Of course, I can trust Coen with my love, he thought. Coen was always there for him emotionally and financially.

His eyes peered into Coen's. How sweet it was to be adored by such a handsome young man! Coen's cheeks were caved in and his lips made a perfect circle on Jon's shaft. In a couple of months, he could have everything he wanted. Both the man and woman he loved and his child.

*****

The entire drive home, Chima thought about his interactions with Kendra's family. He especially hit it off with her mother who was South African just like his mom. He even called his mother and had them converse.

He chuckled when he thought about how Kendra's father grilled Mark about his intentions. Mark was so nervous that he confided in him after the party. Chima assured Mark that he and Kendra were fine and that he had nothing to worry about.

When Chima got home, he enjoyed a warm shower. After the water turned off, he stepped out, reached for a towel, and dried himself. He stood in front of the long mirror admiring his muscular frame. He heard his cell phone sound.

He looked to the right and saw a strange phone number. He checked the message, "Your smile is the ice cream to my cake. And every time we are near, I can hardly concentrate. I long to feel you inside me."

His right eyebrow lifted, "Who is this?" he questioned. He wondered if Ashlyn or Kendra was playing with him.

"It's your secret admirer."

He grinned, "Are your eyes blue or brown?"

"Brown."

Chima's smile went from ear to ear, "My brown-eyed admirer. I long to be near you too. I wish you were here right now."

"Really? We could fuck in the guest bedroom while your wife sleeps in the other room."

"Why would she need to sleep in the other room? She enjoys you just as much as I do."

"I'm touching myself. I'm so wet."

Chima stroked his rod, "I love how wet you get."

"It's like I can feel you inside me."

Chima stroked his cock even faster working up and down the shaft slightly rotating from the base to the tip. She continued to give him the details of her toying with her pussy until he erupted in his hand.

"I'll see you in the morning." He texted her.

"Good night."

****

She had been restless. Her mother knew the day was near. It happened just before dinner was served. Kendra cried out from her bedroom. Nandi rushed to see what was happening. "It's time," she said, "where is the bag?"

Kendra pointed to the corner of the room. Her mother hurried to grab the bag and then she called out to her husband, "Get the car ready. The baby is coming!"

Kendra called Mark as they were helping her into the car, "Hey, I'm on my way to the hospital. I don't expect you to be in the room or anything else—"

"Nonsense, I'm on my way to the hospital."

*****

Her mother was in the delivery room and so was Ashlyn standing on her left side looking as the doctor worked diligently. "She has so much hair," Ashlyn commented with excitement.

When the little girl emerged from Kendra, she was pale, her hair was dark brown hair. It was slick on her head. Her eyes were just like her father's. Kendra cried as she held her baby, "My little blessing, Behati."

Nandi cried, "My granddaughter. She's precious."

Ashlyn hurried out to the waiting area to inform everyone about the news. They were relieved to know that everything was fine.

*****

Mom was on video call as Kendra sat on the sofa in her living room breastfeeding her one-month-old baby, "She's fine mom," Kendra assured her mother who called at least three times a day to check on her granddaughter.

"You need to get her passport."

"I'm working on it."

There were three knocks at the door. Nandi, "Looks like you have company. I'll call you back later tonight."

Kendra placed a cover over the baby and walked to the door. She opened it and saw Coen wearing nice jeans and a graphic T-shirt. He was holding a large gift bag. She smiled, "Coen, what a surprise."

"I brought a gift for the baby. I can leave it."

"Oh, you can come in for a minute. I was just feeding her."

He walked in. His eyes scanned the small space. "Can I offer you a drink?" she asked him.

He placed the gift on the coffee table and sat on the sofa, "I'm fine."

Kendra lowered slowly onto the sofa, "Would you like to see her?" She asked.

"I would. I bet she's as beautiful as her mother."

Kendra peeled off the cloth. Behati was wide-eyed as she suckled on her mother's nipple. Coen smiled, "I knew it. Simply gorgeous. She has her father's eyes."

Kendra paused, "She does. How do you know that?"

"Um, I only assumed. You have brown eyes."

"Right. People keep asking me about her father. Some think I'm her babysitter."

"It doesn't matter what people think. She knows you're her mother."

They sat talking. Kendra told Coen about the last several weeks. Coen listened intently. After a while, Coen showed her the gift. It was a pretty stuffed panda. "I hope she likes it." He showed it to the baby who looked as if she were ready to fall asleep. He placed the panda to his right and said, "May, I?"

She allowed him to hold the baby. Coen held Behati in his arms. He was in awe of her preciousness. She was the perfect blend of Jon and Kendra. Kendra stood, "I'm going to run to the bathroom. Are you okay?"

He nodded rapidly, "Yes. We'll be fine."

Kendra left the living room. Coen took out his phone and recorded the baby. Just as he was sending the video to Jon, the door opened. Coen stared into the questioning eyes of Chima. He glared at Coen with one eyebrow raised.

"Hi, I'm a friend of Kendra's. I'm Coen."

Chima nodded, "Yeah. The delivery guy and photographer," Chima said as he took the baby from Coen's arms, "I'll go put her in her bed."

Coen stood, "No problem, Just tell Kendra I had to run. It was nice meeting you."

"Yeah." Chima watched as Coen left. When the door shut, he walked to the nursery and placed the baby in her crib. He stroked the top of her head and smiled. He left the room and found Kendra in her bedroom.

She investigated his uneasy gaze, "Chima."

"Why did you leave Behati in the living room with that guy?"

"Coen is harmless. He stopped by to bring her a gift."

Chima sighed. He stepped closer to Kendra and touched her face. "I don't trust him."

Kendra nodded, "I understand." She didn't want to argue. Neither Mark nor Chima liked how Coen kept popping up at Kendra's. They were suspicious of his intentions.

"I would do anything for the both of you," he said as he looked into her brown eyes. He kissed her mouth. He couldn't stop thinking about the game they had been playing. "two more weeks, right?"

Her hand touched below and felt his swollen cock, "Yes. Two more weeks, but I can do something else." She went to her knees. They fought to undo his pants, they fell to his feet. Her mouth opened. Her lips circled his shaft. He thrust slowly while holding the sides of her face.

He held tightly. She gagged nearly **** before he pulled back. He grabbed her right hand and helped her up. His tongue explored her mouth. He paused, "I want to. I know you do."

"I have condoms."

He watched her retrieve a condom from her nightstand. He saw the size, extra large. He knew she bought them specifically for him. He eagerly covered his dick with the latex rubber. He lifted her leg. He missed her round belly. But he enjoyed being able to hold her close as they stood there sharing a sweet moment.

It had been weeks since she felt his fullness. They could no longer wait. His fingers squeezed her long curls, "I missed this," he confessed.

Kissing passionately, he lifted her. They panted. They moaned. "Oh shit," she cussed, fuck."

His hands caressed her ass as he bounced her up and down his thick shaft. Faster he moved her until she trembled in his arms. He walked her to the bed and laid her down, he pressed his full body down onto hers. She smiled as her hands caressed his back and ass.

He pressed deep and moved his hips while kissing her. His heart raced. He was close to the edge. He had several more strokes left. He worked faster. Another kiss. She gasped and cooed. His cock exploded. He grunted and pressed even deeper. They vibrated simultaneously and laughed.

When he pulled from her pussy, she felt unusually wet and icky. His cock was stripped of the condom, "Fuck," he said, "the condom."

She stuck her finger in, found the rim and he helped her pull it out. They stared at each other, "Shit Chima," she said with concern. She left the bed and went to the bathroom.

He followed her. He looked at her reflection as she wiped her messy cunt. "I'm sure everything will be okay."

She sighed, "We should have—"

He kissed her mouth, "Like I said, things will be fine. I got you no matter what."