Crazy Summer by Cole Hart Read Free Book Online

his mouth, causing him to fully wake, and his hands traced every curve of her body from her firm, dark brown breasts down to her ass. He touched between her legs where she was already wet and warm. She moaned at the touch of his long fingers and gently bit the corner of her lip. He was hard when she grabbed him. She climbed on top, positioning herself on his penis and slowly working him inside. There was no sex like pregnant sex. It was the best in the world to any man. Danté came in less than five minutes. She humped him softly; she wasn’t about to let him get off that easy.
    “It’s over, baby,” he said, smiling.
    “Don’t play wit’ me, Danté.”
    He laughed. “You caught me off guard.”
    Still, she continued rotating her hips, moving faster now. Her heart was racing just as fast. When she finally climaxed, she smirked and punched his chest. He laughed again.
    “You crazy as hell,” he said, then added, “Let’s go open some Christmas presents.”
    She smiled, got up slowly, and wobbled into the bathroom. It didn’t take her long to wash. She came back into their room with a hot, soapy washcloth in her hand. Without warning, she went to Danté and gently cleaned his private parts for him. He lay there grinning with his hands underneath his head. The hot rag felt good to him, made his toes curl.
    “You must know I got you somethin’ good fo’ Christmas.”
    She smiled, leaned up, and kissed him. “I’ma go check on da twins,” she whispered.
    Danté got up and slipped on a pair of shorts. After Summer covered herself in a robe, they walked to the twin’s room together. Their room was average size; the walls were painted blue and trimmed in white. Huge posters of Michael Jordan hung on one wall and Jerry Rice on the other. More toys than the both of them could play with were scattered throughout the room. Each of them slept in separate twin beds. Jermaine had Spiderman sheets. Jeremy had the Hulk. When they entered the room, neither of them was in their bed.
    “Them lil’ niggas are already downstairs,” Danté said.
    When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Summer smiled when she saw her two boys trying to pass a Nurf football to each other. Jeremy was left-handed and Jermaine was right. They stood about three feet apart from each other, and neither one of them had caught the ball yet.
    “Throw it ova’ here,” Danté said.
    Both twins looked in his direction, smiling. Jeremy, who had the ball, cocked his left arm and took two running steps forward. Before he could get the ball off, Jermaine had tackled him. Laughing, Danté ran and tackled both of them. Summer stood against the wall with her arms folded across her breasts. She shook her head and thought about how grateful she was to actually have a father figure in her kids’ lives. She knew how Danté was in the streets, but at home, he was totally different. He loved the kids and treated them like they were his own, and in Summer’s eyes, they were.
    Nearly two hours passed, and they had opened gifts. The kids received a Nintendo game system and over ten games, clothes, and jewelry. Danté had purchased Summer a two-carat cluster and a herringbone necklace that was almost three inches thick. It laid flat around her neck. Even though she was expecting something like a small car so she could get around, she wouldn’t push the issue at the moment, but if he hadn’t done anything by the time the baby was born, she would put her foot down.
    In the garage, Danté had his Cutlass parked and had told himself that he wouldn’t bring it back out to the streets until the paint was fresh, the interior redone, and with wire Dayton rims. At least that’s what he said before he bought his 1990 Cadillac Brougham two weeks prior. It was glossy black with the gold emblems and the shiny gold doghouse grill trimmed in chrome. Eighty-fours and Vogues were his choice of shoes. No one knew he had it, not even his crew in his neighborhood. He was determined