Chapter 4
FOUR
Man… I was going through it. I’d picked Jream up from the airport that morning, ready to act a whole fool the moment I got her in my hands.
She came out them doors lookin’ like a homecoming queen with sleep in her eyes and her silk press still bouncing.
Hoodie on. Thighs soft. Lips chapped. It didn’t matter. She was mine, and I needed her.
The second we walked through the door, I put the kids down gentle; Jr. in his big boy bed, Jenie in her crib and barely got Jream’s bag off her shoulder before she was climbing me like a tree.
I had her pressed against the hallway wall, kissing her like I hadn’t seen her in months when it had only been a day. My hands were halfway up that hoodie when…
“Eeeeeehhhhhh!!!”
A cry cut through the air like a siren, and we both froze. Jenie.
Jream gave me that look; torn between lust and guilt and sighed. “I got her, baby.”
She kissed me once more, soft and slow, then disappeared down the hall.
That was hours ago. Now I was in the garage, posted under the hood of my ‘79 Caprice, tryna burn off this sexual frustration like it was oil in the engine.
Hands greasy, shirt off, sweating out my mood, jaw tight. My chain stuck to my chest, and every time I exhaled, it was like I was tryna keep from sayin her name.
She was in the house… probably rocking Jenie back to sleep, humming low, smelling like cocoa butter.
I wiped my hands on a rag and leaned back against the frame, eyes closed, tryin’ to get it together. But every memory from that hotel FaceTime kept looping like a music video I couldn’t stop watching.
I needed her but I needed her to not be exhausted. She had worked her ass off, flew back home, mommed like she never left, and still smiled at me like she had more to give.
So I gave her time. But Lord… this garage could only do so much. I slammed the hood shut, ran a hand down my face, and told myself I’d keep it together.
At least until the house got quiet again.
The hood of the Caprice clicked shut, and I just stood there, leaning on it like the metal could take the weight I been carrying.
Every nerve in my body was tight. I wasn’t even thinkin’ about the car no more. Tools scattered across the floor; rag tossed to the side. I was somewhere between patience and losin' my mind.
Then I heard the door creak open. She didn’t say nothin’ at first. I didn’t look up either.
I figured she came to check on me, maybe see if I needed water or if I was good but when I turned and saw her leanin’ against the doorframe, still in them little cotton shorts, hoodie ridin' up just enough to see the stretch of thigh and curve of ass… I knew.
She pushed off the frame slowly, walkin’ towards me like temptation wrapped in comfort. No makeup, bonnet hangin’ off her hand, silk press a little frizzy from the long day but still fine as ever.
“You okay, baby?” she asked, voice low, thick with knowing.
I didn’t answer. Not right away. Just nodded once, jaw clenched, eyes stuck on her like she was a hallucination.
She stopped in front of me, tilted her head, and reached up to wipe a streak of grease from my jaw with her thumb.
“You been out here hidin’ from me?”
“I been out here tryin’ not to devour you,” I muttered. “Let you rest.”
Her mouth curled at the corner, then she stepped in closer, hands on my chest, slidin’ up to the back of my neck.
“What if I don’t wanna rest?” she whispered. “What if I missed you too much to sleep?”
“You playin’ with me, Jream.”
She reached for the waistband of my sweats with a slow smile. “No, baby. I’m fixin’ it.”
Before I could say another word, she was sinkin’ to her knees in front of me, palms slidin’ down the front of my thighs.
I grabbed the edge of the car like I needed it to stay standing. “Ain’t no way,” I groaned as her lips brushed over my abs, low and light. “You just had a whole damn day, Jream.”
Her eyes lifted to mine, deep and warm and locked on me.
“You think I forgot what I promised you on that call?”
She reached inside my sweats, pulling my dick out and my throat closed. Then her hand wrapped around the base of me, firm and sure, and she gave one slow stroke from root to tip before her tongue followed the same path. One long, flat drag that made my whole body jerk.
“Let me show you how much I missed you, lover boy.”
Her lips parted and she took me in, slow.
No rush. Just warm, wet pressure closing around me inch by inch until she had what she wanted.
Her hand stayed at the base, working in a tight, twisting grip while her mouth moved in long, deep pulls.
Sloppy on purpose. The kind of wet that echoed in the quiet of the garage, mixed with the low hum of the fluorescent light overhead and the distant sound of crickets outside.
I bit down on my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood.
“Jream,” I warned, chest heaving, hand buried in the back of her silk press, careful not to pull too hard even though my instincts screamed deeper. “I know you not tryna snatch my soul in the garage?”
She hummed around me and I saw stars.
She hummed around me a low, satisfied sound deep in her throat and my vision blurred at the edges.
She pulled back until just the tip rested on her tongue, eyes still up on mine, then swirled slow and deliberate before sinking back down. Again. And again.
My knees buckled a little.
“Shit—baby,” I groaned, that vein in my neck pulsing wild. “You really came out here to break me, huh?”
She pulled back just enough to smirk up at me. Lips glossy, chin glistening. “I came out here to take care of my husband.”
Then she wrapped her lips around me again and the pace shifted.
Hand and mouth working together now, tight and synchronized, her wrist twisting on every upstroke while her mouth came down to meet it.
She hollowed her cheeks and I felt the suction in my spine.
She found the spot just under the head and worked it with the flat of her tongue on every pull back and I stopped bein’ able to think in full sentences.
My head dropped back.
I felt it building from the base of my spine, radiating up through my stomach, tightening in my thighs.
I tried to hold it. Tried to make it last. But she took me deeper on the next stroke, her nose brushing my stomach, her throat fluttering around me for just a second before she pulled back and that was it.
It hit me like a full-body collapse. My hips bucked forward involuntarily, a low, broken sound tearing out of my chest. My legs locked.
My hand fisted in her hair without meaning to.
Wave after wave, and she took all of it, swallowing slow, her hand still working me through every pulse until I was shaking and spent and barely standing.
I leaned back hard against the Caprice, chest heaving, staring up at the water-stained ceiling of the garage like I needed a minute to find my soul.
“Goddamn, Jream,” I breathed, tryin’ to catch air. “You gon’ put me in the hospital one of these days.”
She laughed softly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then kissed the center of my stomach.
“And then I’ll take you home and nurse you back to health. Now come inside.”
I tugged her up; arms wrapped around her tight. Kissed her hard and slowly.
Then walked us back toward the house, one hand on her lower back, heart still thudding in my chest.
Back in the house, the lights were soft. Warm. The kind of glow that made it feel like home even when my pulse was still actin’ up from the garage. Jream headed up the stairs, cheeks glowing, hips switching, and I paused at the kitchen sink.
I turned the faucet on and let the water run hot.
I watched the grease and paint and whatever else drip from my fingers, wrists flexing under the pressure as I washed my hands.
My reflection caught in the dark window above the sink, lips still swollen from her kiss, eyes a little wild from sucking my soul out of my body.
I scrubbed my hands slow, real slow. I let the water rinse away what was left of that pressure while my mind ran through every way, I was about to make her pay for that kind of mouth. That kind of mercy.
Because that’s what it was. She didn’t just suck my dick. She saw me. She knew I’d been tense. Bottled up. Out in that garage like a man starving for air and she pulled me back in without saying a word.
That’s my wife.
I dried my hands and made my way upstairs. She was already in our room, sitting cross-legged on the bed in one of my old tees. Her hair was clipped up, skin bare, and she was scrolling on her phone.
She glanced up when I leaned on the doorframe, shirtless, a little smirk on my lips.
“You good now?” she asked, all innocent.
“Nah,” I said, voice low. “That was just the pre-game.”
She laughed soft and sweet, like she wasn’t ready, but she would be.
I shut the door behind me and locked it.
Jream was laid across the bed, legs bare, that soft cotton shirt of mine hugging her curves like it remembered how I used to touch her before the babies came. Her eyes watched me like she already knew what time it was, but she still bit her lip like she didn’t wanna get caught hoping.
“So we snatching souls now?”
She tilted her head, all teasing. “I have no?—”
“Nah, cut that cute shit.” I leaned over her, one knee on the bed, palm sliding up the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, until my fingers pressed against the thin fabric of her underwear and felt the heat soaking through it.
She sucked in a breath. I pressed harder, rubbing slow circles until the fabric was wet and her hips were rolling into my hand without her permission.
I yanked that shirt over her head and threw it behind me.
Her bra went next, unclasped and stripped before she could even exhale.
I took her left breast in my mouth first, tongue flat and slow across her nipple until it stiffened, then I sucked, drawing it deep while she arched off the mattress and her fingers threaded into my hair and pulled.