Abusin' Ain't Dead.

It's Just Us

|Brandon's POV|

Last night was amazing. All I wanted to do was make up for lost time. I couldn't even make love to her, because I was so eager. But when she wakes up, after I take her out and shit, that's what we'll be doing tonight.

I didn't use a condom last night for a reason, I wanted Camille pregnant. There's no doubt in my mind, that she's going to be my wife and mother of my children. I was gon' have her popping out babies like it ain't nothing.

I may sound selfish, but I don't care at this point. This should've happened a long time ago. Speaking of pregnancy, I'm lowkey sad about Jay dying.

Even though it wasn't confirmed, I knew she was pregnant. Even if I didn't want a baby by her, she was still carrying my seed and I take care of mine. I wanted all my kids to have the father I never had.

Not that he didn't want to be in my life. That's just another story, for a different day. I don't like talking about my family and childhood, although I loved them dearly.

"Babe.." I heard Camille moan. That alone had me hard. She gon' have to watch what she says to me and how she says it, because it seems like anything she does has me turned on.

"Yes baby?"

"Why are you up so early?" She asked, stretching her arms out.

"Baby, it's 12:00. You need to be getting up." I said, pulling her up gently by her arms.

"But I'm sore." She whined.

I smirked, biting my lip. I was about to make it worse. I started kissing on her neck, making more hickies.

I licked it up and down, then I began sucking on her collar bone. I know the guys were going to be on my ass for making so many hickies on her, but whatever.

"Brandon nooo, I'm still tired." She moaned, trying to get away from me.

I had a tight grip on her waist, making it hard for her to move. I was gon' make her nut at least once this morning. I needed to show her how much I missed her, starting with relieving her stress.

She was still naked so I had easy access to her kitten. I slowly made wet kisses to her treasure, sucking on her thighs first.

She arched her back, letting me know I was doing something right. Before I could even finish, there was a knock at the door.

"Brandon, Camille?" I heard Pops say. I mentally groaned, but I answered anyway.

"Yes sir?"

"Y'all come on out, your breakfast is getting cold."

He said that like we were still teenagers, I'm a grown ass man. I wouldn't dare say that out loud though.

Camille tried to stand up, but she didn't succeed. I chuckled as she stumbled.

"I hate you." She mumbled.

"I love you more." I cooed, picking her up bridal style. I carried her into the bathroom, bringing some clothes she can throw on before we go downstairs.

After I helped her get dressed, I picked her up again so I could carry her down the stairs. I didn't need them questioning her.

On the way down we met up with Trigga, who was mean mugging us.

"I mean, if y'all was gon' fuck all night you could've let it be known. Unlike y'all nocturnal bastards, I like to sleep." He scolded.

I laughed at him, as I sat Camille down on the couch. He sat down beside her still mean mugging.