Chapter 6
“We’re coming home today, Mommy. Truce said our flight isn’t until five. Daddy is taking TJ to school, and I’m picking Tristian up first thing in the morning.”
The sound of Billie’s voice pulled me out of my sleep.
I turned over, stretched, and looked at the clock. Seeing seven thirty in big red letters had me ready to find my wife to wring her neck. Then I remembered it was Sunday, and she was probably about to stream church.
God saved her because had it been for any other reason, she would have heard my mouth.
“Puddin’, you late. You giving out old information. My darling son-in-law has already informed your father and I what we were doing.”
“Well, excuse me for trying to be responsible.” Billie’s laughter carried from the living room, and I smirked.
I loved the sound of that woman’s laugh.
“Oh! Your sister called me, so please call her back and remind her that she’s taking the bus, too, with the rest of the family next Saturday.
She made it seem like I couldn’t handle hosting because you’re helping with transportation. ”
“Puddin’, don’t make me mad on the Lord’s day.”
I chuckled and climbed out of bed.
“I’m just telling you want happened, Mother Dear.”
Mother and daughter talked a little bit more, then I heard the praise and worship music coming from the computer.
I ended up falling back to sleep. The next time I woke up it was because I felt Billie’s creepy ass hovering over me. When I opened my eyes, she smiled at me, and I pushed her goofy ass away from me. She fell out into a fit of giggles.
The smile on my wife’s face was genuine, and I felt good about our getaway.
“You ready to get back home?”
“I am . . .” she dragged. “I appreciate you for kidnapping me, but I miss my babies. I feel bad for even needing a break from regular life though.”
“You are more than just a wife, mother, and baker. Taking a break keeps all of those in working order. When you’re good, so is everyone and everything else, but I won’t front like I don’t miss them too.”
Billie wrapped her arms around my neck and pecked my lips.
I hugged her body to mine and just held her with my head buried in her neck.
At first, I just held her to me, then I found myself kissing her exposed shoulder.
Billie pulled back and looked at me. The lust in her eyes was clear.
She grabbed my face and looked deep into my eyes.
I buried my fingers in her hair and snatched her head back.
Billie moaned, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
“Not you trying to get busy on the Lord’s day.” She smirked, and I kissed the side of her mouth.
“As your husband, as long as you’re the only person I’m getting busy with, the day doesn’t matter.”
“I better be the only damn person.”
She pinched my earlobe and mugged me.
I smiled, and she rolled her eyes but allowed me to kiss her lips. Billie sighed against my lips, and I rolled over so her body rested under mine. She spread her legs, and I settled between them.
We didn’t have much time, but I wanted us to bask in our last few minutes of alone time.
“You were made for me. There is no other woman breathing that could get me out of my socks, let alone my pants. Plus, I’m not crazy enough to fuck up a good thing. Losing you and my boys aren’t an option.”
“I know, baby. Knowing your heart provides a comfort that can never break what we have between us.”
“Good. Now kiss me.”
Billie grinned and lifted her head.
I met her halfway and pressed my lips against hers. My wife knew how to get down, but I loved the softness of her. It was only reserved for me, and I would never take that for granted. Billie swiped her tongue across my bottom lip, and I opened mine to receive her.
She arched off the bed and bit my lip.
“We have to get ready soon.” Her eyes scanned my face as she used her thumbs to smooth out my eyebrows.
“I know, but let’s lay like this for a minute. I just want uninterrupted skin to skin.” She laughed. “You know if we tried to do this at home, TJ’s ass would find a way to get in the middle of us.”
“Leave my baby alone. Him just loves his mommy. Don’t be jealous.”
For the next hour, we lay around, ate room service, and packed up our room.
This weekend had been something slight, but it was what my woman needed.
Since we got on the plane days ago, a smile graced Billie’s face.
My mission had been accomplished long before we touched down in Rushindale.
As we drove through the streets of our old stomping grounds toward the airport, Billie stayed tucked under my arm with her head resting on me.
It didn’t take long for us to get through security and to our gate.
I said a small prayer that we made it home safely and that we made it through this holiday unscathed.
Thanksgiving Day
“Son, how are you this morning?”
I kissed my mother’s cheek and gave her a hug.
“I’m good. Missed my wife next to me last night though. Did y’all get any sleep?”
She laughed. “I don’t think so. Billie did all the work, but we stayed up with her. She’s a bit cranky this morning. Your wife has been holding her breath since she started cooking. I pray once dinner is served, she releases the stress that has held her captive the last couple of days.”
I followed my mother to the kitchen and frowned.
Billie’s body was rigid, her hair was all over the place, and the frown on her face had the potential to leave a permanent expression.
There was a lot happening in our house this morning, but Billie didn’t seem to be present.
Since family started arriving, the boys had been preoccupied, so she hadn’t had to hover.
Without saying anything, I walked up to my wife and pressed my body against hers.
The smile and happiness from last weekend was long gone.
Immediately, Billie pushed me back and huffed.
“Truce, go find something else to do than come in here bothering me! Dinner is in four hours, and I still have too much to do. I can’t—”
“Aye,” I said louder than intended. “Look, my bad. I didn’t mean to come at you like that, but if cooking everything yourself got you out yo’ body like this to the point of you raising your voice at me, then what is made is what we eatin’.
We don’t talk to each other like that, and we ain’t starting that shit today, Sweets.
You tell me what’s up, but right now, what I’m seeing is saying I need to shut all this down.
” I folded my arms across my chest and waited for my wife to let me know what was up.
She dropped her head, and I used my finger to lift it.
“I just want everything to be right. Nothing tastes the way Nannie’s food tasted. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”
I pulled her to me and pressed my forehead to hers.
“Mama, you gotta chill. It’s just food. I’ve been eating by your hand for seven years, and we only had that one misstep.
” She laughed and hit me. “Even if it doesn’t taste the way Nannie’s food tastes, it will still be good.
Doubting yourself is what will make it taste bad.
Take a deep breath and finish cooking. I’m hungry. ”
Billie smiled and pushed me away.
I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her back to me, and kissed her lips. Billie and I stared at one another until TJ ran into the kitchen. My mother yelled at him for running, and she and I jumped apart like we were in trouble. Our son backed out of the kitchen, and I followed behind him.
Billie’s laughter followed us out of the kitchen.
“I knew you’d be the one to get my baby girl’s head on straight. She had been snapping at everyone, and I figured it was because she hadn’t run into you yet today.”
I laughed at my father-in-law and nodded.
“She probably been hiding all morning to make sure I didn’t catch her acting out.”
“Sounds like it.” He paused then tapped me on the shoulder. “Since you calmed her down, you think I could sneak in there for something to snack on?”
I tossed my head back and laughed.
It was clear that Senior had a death wish.
Billie had to spend the rest of her life with me, so we moved differently, but her father would be in danger if he went into that kitchen.
I threw up my hands and shook my head. He was on his own.
We would be better off running to the store and grabbing something.
I left him standing there shaking his head.
“You good?” I asked Billie as soon as I walked back into the kitchen.
“Yeah. We might be eating earlier. I just put the mac and cheese in the oven.”
Billie set the dish towel down and turned toward me. She grabbed my hand and smiled. I walked into her personal space and moved her hair out of her face.
“Sorry about my attitude earlier.” She sighed. “I need to apologize to Mommy too.”
“I already said my peace, but tripping on Ma . . . Yeah, I’m gonna tell her to put you over her knee, then help you pick a switch.”
I gripped her face and grinned at her.
My wife looked absolutely worn out, but she was still the most beautiful woman I’d come across. Unable to help myself, I kissed her, then nibbled on her bottom lip. Billie wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a tight squeeze.
I pulled her out of the kitchen into the hall bath.
“Why did you pull me in here? I need to set the table and make the punch.”
“Nah.” I lifted her onto the vanity and stepped between her thighs.
“No? Did you forget we’re hosting Thanksgiving? I still have things to do.”
I tuned her out because whatever wasn’t done, my mom or hers would finish it. Plus, we only had about fifteen minutes before somebody came looking for her.
Usually at our family gatherings, I played the background, so nobody would be interested in my whereabouts. I kissed the rest of her words from her lips and gripped one of her thighs. Billie looked up into my face and spread her legs wider. Her hands went for the button on my jeans.
As her hands moved, we never broke eye contact.
“Do you think you can keep quiet?” She nodded, but I didn’t believe her. “I’m not going in, Sweets, if you can’t. You gon’ blow up our spot as soon as I slide in it.”
“I’ll be quiet. . .” Her hand went past my waistband and into my briefs. “I promise, baby. I won’t make a sound,” she said with her lying ass.
Billie grabbed my dick, squeezed it, and I hissed.
“Wait. We might need to go upstairs. If somebody knocks on this door before we can even get started, I might end up putting everybody out.”
Billie giggled, unhanded me, and put her arms around my neck as I lifted her from the vanity and set her on her feet.
I pecked her lips then pulled back to open the bathroom door to see if the coast was clear.
For a week, my wife and I hadn’t had any alone time.
The boys were in our room to make room for everyone else.
Every inch of our home was occupied by someone.
I loved our families, but I couldn’t wait for them to get out.
Once I saw we could make a clean escape, I grabbed Billie’s hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.
“I cannot believe we are sneaking around our own home.” She cackled, and I gave her a look that only made her laugh harder.
“Shh before one of your children hears you.”
Tired of her jogging to keep up with my steps, I lifted Billie and tossed her over my shoulder.
“Walk faster.” She laughed.
I smacked her butt and took the stairs two at a time.
When we made it to our bedroom, I tossed her on the bed and closed the door—making sure to lock it. Like our clothes were on fire, we stripped and reconnected. There wasn’t enough time for gentleness, and I was glad Billie understood that.
Billie pulled away, climbed onto the bed, and lay on her stomach.
“Staying quiet still stands, Mrs. Maxwell.”
“Shut up and come here.”
“Got you, Sweets.”
Without another word, I climbed on the bed and kissed her shoulder.
Using my knee, I pushed one of Billie’s legs up, aligned myself with her opening, and slid inside the place reserved for me. We groaned simultaneously. I buried my face in the back of her neck then moved. Our movements started slow but quickly picked up once she adjusted to me.
I slid my hand between her thighs and found her clit, massaging it.
“Shit, Truce.”
“Shh, Sweets.” I chuckled and placed my lips to her ear. “I thought you promised you could be quiet. You want your folks to know what we’re doing. Hmm?”
“No . . . Fuck no.”
Billie’s walls tightened around me, and I knew she was about to cum.
I gripped her hip with my free hand and shifted slightly so I was at an angle.
Billie cried out, and I prayed there was no one near our bedroom door.
She met me stroke for stroke. Our quiet session was forgotten the closer we got to our end.
I quickly switched our positions so she was on her back, and I hovered over her.
I kissed my wife and pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Cum for me, Sweets. I can feel it, mama, so give it to me.”
Wordlessly, Billie’s mouth dropped open as she came.
“Oh my—”
I covered her mouth with mine when she finally found her voice.
“You owe me some money for not keeping your word.”
Billie laughed then arched into me as I smirked against her lips. Two during a quickie session hadn’t happened in a long time. Just as I came, there was a knock at the door.
“Daddy?”