Chapter 3
“Rushindale, Texas.”
Seven years ago, this was where I met Truce.
I’d been out, minding my business, when this man, who towered over me, approached me trying to spit game.
In the beginning, I paid that man absolutely no attention, but that didn’t stop his pursuit.
One night, my girls and I decided we needed a break and found ourselves at a lounge to unwind after a busy week at work.
Somehow, in a room filled with people, Truce Maxwell managed to find his way to me.
“Do you believe in fate?”
I turned and came face-to-face with the stranger that had ruined sleep for me.
“I believe in God,” I stated simply. “I believe that what’s meant to be will be as long as it aligns with God’s will, . . . no matter what goals you have for your life.”
The handsome stranger smiled.
“I believe you’re meant to be mine . . . Let me buy you a drink.”
That night, Truce and I sat at the bar for hours just talking.
No topic had been off-limits, and it was the first night where I had felt seen for the first time in my life.
For the first year of our relationship, we had a date at the place where we officially met, once a month, RTX Lux Spot.
It was also where Truce proposed and where I told him I was pregnant with TJ.
I wasn’t sure if the lounge was on our list of places to stop while we were in Rushindale, but I said a small prayer that it would be.
I snuggled closer to my husband as our driver cruised through streets that had changed drastically.
“What you over there smiling about?” Truce asked as he gripped my hand and brought it to his lips, giving me his full attention.
“Our first conversation at RTX Lux.”
Truce smirked and shook his head.
“That was not our first conversation. That was just the first time yo’ ass spoke back.
I think before that night, we had run into each other at least five times.
I told myself that if you played me after I approached you at the lounge, I’d leave you alone.
” He looked at me with his left eyebrow raised.
“You had me nervous. Until meeting you, all I had to do was smile at a woman, and she’d come running after me. ”
I grinned and rolled my eyes.
He wasn’t lying. Truce was a tall glass of fine as fuck.
My husband was six-three, broad shoulders, and beautiful brown skin.
Early in our relationship, the attention he got would get under my skin, but now I got a kick out of watching women fawn over my husband.
Truce never paid them any mind, but it was always entertaining.
I put my arm around his neck and pulled his face closer to mine.
“I love me some you. You know that?”
“I might have an idea.” He pecked my lips. “I’m glad you didn’t fight me on this impromptu vacation. I think I need it just as much as you do.”
“Same. There are a million things I need to be doing, but you usually know what you’re talking about, so . . .”
Truce licked his lips and smirked.
Our eyes locked, and I wasn’t surprised when he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth, loving the taste of him. Truce’s hand slipped under my shirt and up to my breasts.
I hissed and pulled away before the driver got more than he bargained for.
“Where you going?”
I looked at my husband, then the front seat.
“Just trying to keep some things private.” I gripped his beard and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.
Truce leaned over and pressed his lips against my ear.
“I can’t wait to watch you unravel when I finally get you alone.”
I shivered and turned my head so our lips connected again.
My brain wanted to emphasize that we weren’t alone, but I needed to feel my husband in some way. Truce had enough sense to pull away because I was about ten seconds away from climbing into his lap. He smirked and pushed me back slightly. I laughed and smacked his hand away from me.
Just as I was about to say something, we turned into the entrance of The Rushin Hotel and Resort.
“Seriously?” I screeched and did my best not to press my face against the window like TJ.
“Yeah, this was on your bucket list thing, so I figured we could knock out two birds with one stone.” The car stopped at the front, our driver climbed out, and Truce pulled me onto his lap.
“I missed you these last few days. My list of shit for us to do is long, but tonight, it’s just me, you, and room service. ”
“Okay.”
As the word left my lips, Truce smashed his mouth against mine.
I groaned, feeling him grow beneath me. Every part of me loved Truce Maxwell, but his dick was something special.
My hips had a mind of their own, and I dry humped my husband.
He gripped my waist with both of his hands and did his best to keep me still.
Unable to help himself, Truce stuck one of his hands into my tracksuit pants.
Truce cursed as my wetness graced his fingers.
“Let me get you inside because I need more room.”
Since we’d been traveling, I decided I needed to shower so I could be freshened up for whatever Truce had up his sleeve.
“Ugh, that was exactly what I needed.” I laughed as I put on my body butter. “No TJ playing on the floor and no Tristian whining because he had to be put in his bouncer. I almost forgot what it felt like to shower alone.”
“Aye, not too much on my boys. Like their daddy, they love being up under you.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
They loved me, and I loved them, but there was just something about having alone time. Maybe Truce knew what he was talking about. I giggled, and he looked at me with his head cocked to the side.
Truce got up and stalked toward me.
“What?”
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Sweets.”
I beamed. “Why thank you, handsome. You’re not too bad yourself.”
Truce licked his lips, took the body butter out of my hand, and used his free hand to push me on my back.
My knees fell open, and I watched Truce watch me. He eyed my center for several seconds, then reached out and opened me up. I squirmed beneath him, and his eyes found mine. Truce’s movements were slow, and I tried to be patient, but it didn’t last long.
I thrusted my hips upward, and he laughed.
“What’s wrong, Sweets? Am I moving too slow for you? All I’m trying to do is admire the wonderful sight in front of me. Can I do that?”
Truce took one of his fingers, dipped it into my wetness, then stroked my clit.
“God!” I huffed and prayed that He would forgive me for using His name in vain.
“If you run, you don’t get to cum. Don’t mess up my meal, Sweets. I eat until I’m satisfied. Do you understand me?”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Truce assaulted me with his tongue.
Truce was the definition of an eater. If I let him, he would stay down there until I lost all feeling in my lower half.
Truce’s grunts met my ears, and I creamed for him even more.
Being parents, we had to get creative with our lovemaking, but having this space with just us two meant that I could appreciate my husband as loud as I wanted.
That man had my entire vagina in his mouth, and somehow, it wasn’t enough for him.
Truce placed both his hands under my butt and pulled me closer to his chest.
“Fuck!” I gripped the back of his head and dug my nails into his scalp.
“Stop playing with me, gorgeous, and let that shit go!”
Like he hit a switch, I came harder than I had in a while.
“Truce, please . . .”
He chuckled, so I knew he heard me, but he just didn’t care.
My body shook from the hurting he was laying down, but damn did it feel amazing.
Truce and I had a very healthy and active sex life, so his work trips always ended with his face buried between my thick thighs.
I wanted to feel my husband, and if I didn’t act fast, he’d spend the rest of the night with his mouth on me.
Pressing my butt into the bed, I pulled on Truce’s ears until he looked up at me.
“What did I say about running?” He licked his lips and smirked.
“I need to feel you, baby. Come fill me up.” We locked eyes as he kissed up my body.
Truce locked his arms on the side of my head and dipped his head to kiss my lips, allowing me to taste myself.
“You know how I feel about my meal being interrupted.” Truce dipped his hips and lined himself up with my opening. “Not only were you acting up at the airport, but you stopped me before I got my fill.” He tsk’d then smiled. “It’s cool though, Sweets . . .”
Truce slid into me, and my mouth dropped open, but there was no sound.
One of his arms slipped behind my head and the other under my leg to hold it up.
Truce’s strokes were mild at first, but once he got me locked in place, all his sense seemed to go out of the window.
Truce cursed, and I clung to him because why would he fuck me this way?
I was already crazy about him, and this shit would only make me worse.
I turned my head and searched for his mouth, and a sigh escaped when I was granted the feel of tongue against mine.
“Why do you feel so good?” I asked when I needed to breathe.
“’Cause all of me belongs to you, Sweets. Now cum on your dick so I can fill you up for real.”
I shivered and let go of everything I had in me.
“Oh my—fuck!”
Inaudibly, I came apart, and my body bucked against Truce’s damp chest.
Without allowing me time to gather my bearings, he flipped me onto my stomach, lifted me to my knees, then returned his face to between my thighs.
Truce wasn’t down there long before two fingers slipped into my sex and one into my ass.
My knees almost gave out on me, but a slap to my butt cheek with his free hand was enough to let me know that I better keep form.
I got wetter at the thought of what he had in mind next.
It had been a long time since our sex had taken us there, but I was ready for him.
I’d lost the number of times I came by the time he came up for air and pressed his chest against my back and slid back inside of me.
“I know what you’re waiting for, but we got all weekend, gorgeous. I’m backed up and don’t wanna hurt you. Okay?”
Truce kissed my cheek as I nodded.
“Mhm.”
“Good girl.”
It didn’t take Truce long to cum.
After that, he ended up resting all of his weight on me. He was heavy, but I didn’t mind. After about two minutes, Truce shifted, and I hissed as he pulled out of me. He kissed my shoulder and stood from the bed.
His steps were hidden by the plush cream carpet of our suite, but after a while, I heard the shower.
“You might have to carry me.” I groaned. “I don’t think I can move.”
He laughed. “I got you, mama. Come on.”
Truce lifted me from the bed, and I wrapped arms and legs around his waist.
“You weren’t lying about being backed up.” I giggled, and it made even more of his cum slip out of me.
He pinched my butt and walked us into the bathroom.
As soon as I was back on my feet, I penguin walked to the toilet and peed. Truce left the bathroom and came back with my shower cap on his head, and I giggled. He helped me into the shower then catered to my body from head to toe. Truce was always so attentive to me and the boys.
I stared at him in awe often, because how had I gotten so lucky?
“Why are you looking at me like I didn’t do a good enough job on that bed and you need some more?”
I tossed my head back and laughed.
“I just love your crazy ass. I’m glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Truce tweaked my chin as his eyes bounced around my face.
“Every day I wake I up, I thank God for his favor. You and our babies are my entire life. I love you too, Sweets. And the pleasure of forever is all mine.”
Tears filled my eyes and slipped down my cheeks.
We’d only been away from my lists, color-coded menu, and all things Thanksgiving related for a few hours, but I already felt better.
I missed my babies, but I was happy that Truce carved out this time for just the two of us.
Once we were done in the shower, we brushed our teeth.
I put on my cucumber mask and followed my husband out of the bathroom.
It was still relatively early, but Truce let me know that we wouldn’t be going anywhere for the rest of the evening, so I stayed naked under the hotel provided robe.
Truce grabbed the room service menu while I looked for things to watch.
I couldn’t remember the last time we had a movie night with just the two of us.
“We should do this more often. Maybe not catching flights, but getting a room for a night and just existing. Even if we had to leave tomorrow, I feel one hundred times better. I want everything to be perfect, but the truth is, I just want to make Nannie proud.”
Truce kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer to him.
“You know it’s always whatever you want.
We won’t set a specific day so it keeps some of the spontaneity in it, but I definitely agree that we need more nights like this and not just when the kids are put to bed.
And, baby, Nannie is proud of you. You don’t have to host a perfect Thanksgiving.
She knew what you were capable of, so don’t think like that.
She may not be here in the flesh, but she is watching over us—”
I turned to face him and held up my hand as his brows furrowed.
“Don’t say that. The things I allow you to do to every hole on my body is probably against the law in some states. I do not need the visual of Nannie watching over me and seeing me like that.”
Truce laughed, but the thought disgusted me. I never understood people saying that our loved ones watched over us. That was too much for my little heart, and with all I had to think about hosting two families, the last thing I needed was thoughts of Nannie watching me get slutted out.
I shivered and said a little prayer that if Nannie did have a front seat, she chose to look in on Mommy and the boys and nothing else.