Chapter 5
“I really feel like you played in my face today.”
I turned to face Truce and cackled at the scowl that had taken over his sexy features.
Ever since our couples massage this morning, Truce had been pouting.
It had been way too long since I’d had someone professional work through my aches and pains, so my praise may have been a little overboard.
I didn’t mean to beg that man to come home with us, but he offered a service that required twenty-four-hour submission.
I tried to kiss my husband, but he was having none of it, which only made me laugh harder.
“Baby, please stop being dramatic. Don’t act like I didn’t hear you when she worked you over. All you do is fly on planes and sleep in hotels. You needed that just as much as I did.”
“Damn right I did, but at least I didn’t offer ol’ girl keys to our house.”
I fell into him laughing, and he wrapped an arm around me.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can admit that I got a little carried away, but you know it’s you and me for life. Nothing will ever come between that.”
Instead of a verbal response, Truce bit my chin.
We made it back to our room over an hour ago and had done nothing since. I couldn’t speak for Truce, but I felt like Jell-O. Not having anything to do was the right move because I seriously doubted that I could get up. I groaned as Truce shifted our positions.
He looked down at me and smiled.
“You know I gotta go kill them now, right?” I grinned and rolled my eyes. “You think I’m playing. That man had sounds coming out of you that had me ready to knock yo’ ass from that table, and ol’ girl is a witness to something that should only be for my ears. They gotta go, Sweets.”
I pushed Truce off me and laughed.
“Why are you so damn silly?” He kissed me. “Is that all we have planned for today?”
“Shit. It wasn’t supposed to be, but it just might be. I feel like any sudden movements will snap me in half.”
I giggled and nodded my head.
As Truce hovered over me, I settled under him. His warmth was truly amazing and was the right temperature to help me fall asleep after that bomb ass massage. He placed light kisses all over my face. No space had gone untouched.
My lids fluttered close, as Truce pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it.
“I thought you were at risk of snapping in half?” I smirked.
“Most definitely am. That’s why I need to refuel.”
As the last word left Truce’s mouth, he used his knees to separate mine.
“Is that what you’re going with?”
Truce nodded then kissed my lips.
He pulled on the string of my robe, opened it, then pushed it from my shoulders.
Truce’s eyes bounced all over me like it was his first time seeing me naked.
After seven years, there was no way I was shy about being totally naked in front of my husband, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t blush at his admiration for what was in front of him.
I hissed when he grabbed my breasts and gave them their own little massage.
“Grab your ankles for me, Sweets.”
I could feel my body heating up as I did what he told me.
“Damn, baby girl. Look how open she is for me.”
Truce licked his lips and shook his head.
“She is so fucking pretty,” he muttered.
Truce grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed so my head was on the mattress instead of the pillow.
He had barely touched me, and I was ready to cum. Truce was about to show me something for moaning and groaning at the masseuse. Once I was where he wanted me, he slapped my sex. I tossed my head back and lifted my hips.
I needed Truce’s lips on me, but I had a feeling my punishment had already begun.
“Baby, please . . .”
“Please what? You think you running shit over here?” He used his fingertips and brushed my clit. “Hmm?”
“No, baby. I promise.”
He smirked, and I wanted to wipe it from his face, but I knew better than to move.
I licked my lips as I watched my husband watch me.
Truce had me so wound up, I felt like if he didn’t touch me soon, I’d burst. I couldn’t remember the last time Truce teased me like this.
Just as I opened my mouth to beg him to either touch or release me, .
. . Truce sank his teeth into my thigh. My body locked up, and I came harder than I ever thought possible with no other physical contact.
Truce whistled and licked me with long strokes of his tongue that only made my body quiver more.
“Damn, Sweets. You doing it like that, mama?”
“Fuck!”
“How many more you got in you, Sweets? Hmm? You cumming for me without me actually putting in some work lets me know we gon’ miss that reservation tonight.”
Truce opened me up a little bit more and shook his head.
It was like he was in a trance, and there was no saving him. When Truce finally settled between my thighs, I knew my girl didn’t stand a chance. His long, thick fingers found their way into my awaiting sex, and I groaned.
Everything was so chaotic and out of order, but it was the best thing.
“Baby, please!”
“Please what? I’m just trying to do what I can to get my energy back.” He looked at me like he really wanted an answer. “Turn over for me.”
“O-okay . . .”
Truce had to turn me over because I’d lost all feeling in my lower half.
The looseness from the massage and how hard I came made it almost impossible to move.
Once I was on my stomach, Truce pulled my hips toward him until I was on my knees.
He grabbed my hips and dove back in. My husband’s mouthpiece was lethal, and I did everything in my power to try and feed him my whole pussy.
Listening to his grunts, deep breaths, and moans had me cumming again.
“You taste so damn good, Sweets.” He grunted. “This is just what I needed.”
Truce pulled back, lifted up, then slid into me.
“Damn it!” I gripped the sheets and buried my face, but Truce grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back.
“You know better. Let me hear that shit.”
I hissed but nodded.
I’d been taking this man’s dick for seven years. I had this. My peptalk was enough to help me throw my ass back to meet Truce stroke for stroke. Without warning, I came so hard I almost pushed him out of me. I didn’t know how many of those I had left in me before I would be on my way to glory.
Truce must have had the same thought as me because his strokes slowed down, and he shifted us to our sides.
“You feel so good, baby! Ooh, fuck. I love the way you feel inside of me.” Tears stained my cheeks.
“Damn, girl.”
“Truce . . . Oh my, fuc—”
Truce’s hand found its way to my neck, and he held onto me while delivering strokes so deep if he hadn’t been mine, I would have stalked him until he was.
My mouth dropped open, but there was no sound. All I could muster was a little bit of drool as we rocked back and forth. Truce Maxwell had me completely locked in.
He pressed his lips to my ear, and after that, I was done for.
“This shit with us is forever, baby girl. You are mine, and I am yours.” Truce kissed my ear. “Do you feel how synced we are? My heart only beats for you.”
“I love you so damn much!” I screamed.
“Not more than I love you.” He gripped my chin and turned my face toward him. “Now let that shit go so I can fill you up.”
Not even a full second later, my cum drowned his dick just as he released.
Sleep came over me fast. Everything that happened next was a blur. All I remembered was Truce cleaning me, moving me to another spot in the massive bed, and wrapping himself around me. The next time I came to, it was pitch black in the room. I looked around and tried to adjust to the darkness.
It was no use, though, because I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.
“I see you’re finally awake. I’m starving, so you had about fifteen minutes left in your slumber.”
I giggled and squeezed my husband to me.
“You should have woken me up, honey. What time is it? Did we miss our reservation?”
“I didn’t want to disrupt the hibernating bear,” he joked, and I hit him. “Technically, we haven’t missed it, but we’d have to move fast. Rock is on standby to cancel because I told her we slept later than intended. We can always order room service and stay in bed.”
I felt bad, but that massage surely put me on my ass.
It didn’t help that right after, my husband drained me of all my energy. Truce talked about his refuel, but I was zapped. Honestly, had it not been for him being hungry, I would have turned over and gone right back to sleep. As if to drive my point home, I yawned. Truce chuckled and sat up.
I lay there for a few seconds until I couldn’t hold my pee any longer.
“Let’s just order room service. See if they can bring some new linen too.”
“Aight. Go handle your business, and I’ll let you know when everything gets here.”
“Okay. I’m also about to call TJ. The pictures aren’t cutting like I thought they would. I need to hear my baby’s voice.”
Truce kissed my shoulder, and that was all the confirmation I needed.
I didn’t think he’d fight me on it, but I knew he wanted me to take off my mommy hat for a few days.
Yesterday and earlier today, the pictures my parents sent were amazing, but I needed my baby’s words.
He would have a million and twelve questions about what me and his dad were doing and when we were coming home.
I smiled at the thought of him putting me under rapid-fire questioning and rushed to the bathroom so I could hurry and call.
“Why are you calling this phone?” I giggled at Mommy doing her best to sound irritated.
“From the sounds coming from your end of the line, you need to be rescued. Why does it sound like the entire neighborhood is there?”
“Your brothers came over and brought their armies with them. Tristian is in heaven right now being passed between them. Y’all need to get the kids together more often because your brothers are fighting over him like they used to fight over the remote.
‘You’ve had him forever! Mom, tell your son it’s my turn to hold Tristian.
’ I almost forgot that they were grown as hell with families of their own.
When they came in the kitchen bothering me, I almost grounded their asses. ”
I cackled because I missed my family.
This whole time, I’d been worried about hosting Thanksgiving, but with Truce, Junior, and Carter there, I’d be okay.
Like Truce, they did whatever they could to keep me happy.
I was their baby sister, so there wasn’t much that got past them.
Hearing my mom talk about them reminded me that it wasn’t me up against my family, but me with my family.
Once Mommy was done fussing about her sons, I asked her if TJ was available to talk.
“Mommy!” Hearing his little voice brought tears to my eyes. “I miss you. Are you coming home today?”
“Hey, baby. I miss you more, but I don’t come home until tomorrow. Are you being a big helper to Nana?”
“Yes, ma’am. I helped with Tristian, cooking, and in the garden. I didn’t like the garden a lot, Mommy. It was gross.”
I smiled and listened to my son go on and on about the adventures of his Nana’s house.
There was a knock on the door, so Truce left the bedroom to answer.
When he returned, it was with fresh linen, so I put the phone on speaker and went to work, changing the sheets.
Truce helped me while we listened to our son.
The background at my mom’s house sounded wild, but I was locked in with my baby’s words.
Randomly, silence filled the line, and both Truce’s and my head snapped to the dresser where my cell phone rested.
There was a little shuffling, then my eldest brother came on the line.
“What’s up, Baby Bill?”
“Shut up, Junior. Why did TJ give you the phone? What happened?”
“Mama just pulled them chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. I guess since I have Tristian, he left the phone with me so you could talk to him, then TJ wouldn’t have to miss out on the cookies.”
Junior, Truce, and I cracked up.
“Just like his mama. When it comes to sweets, nothing is off-limits. I guess we can add abandoning your parents to that list,” Truce joked.
I hit him and threatened to disown my brother if he laughed. The three of us talked a little more before Junior made his way to our mama’s kitchen. Just from that conversation with my family, I realized I was homesick and happy we were heading out in the morning.
“Is it crazy that I’m ready to get back to our chaos?”
“Nah, it’s actually perfect timing, because I was thinking the same thing.”