Chapter 15 #2
“I think it’s time for us to go,” Truce said and stood, putting on his coat. I shook my head at my crazy-ass sister as I went to grab my coat from the front closet.
Sanaa emerged from the kitchen and said, “I heard you in here talking about me, Jasmine. For the record… I didn’t sleep with Damien.”
“I wanted you to hear me, whoremonger. And that has yet to be determined.”
“Okay, enough, Jasmine.” Mommy scolded her as I stood with a smile on my face.
One thing my sister was going to do was call somebody out on their bullshit. It was why Damien hated her. She would read his ass, and then he’d manipulate me, telling me she was jealous of our relationship.
God, I was such a damn fool.
“Bring me my Sweet Pea so I can kiss her goodnight,” my mom requested, and Jas handed her over as my mom smothered her with kisses. I took my baby and did the same.
“I’m going to miss you, my Scottie Pie. You be good for your Auntie Jasmine, okay?”
“Jaime! Yayyy!”
“I just love her!” Jasmine beamed.
“A’ight, a’ight! Stop treating my baby like a hot potato.” Truce laughed.
Your baby?
“Come here, Chunks. Show Uncle some love.” Scottlyn fled from my arms into his, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I love you, mamas. You be good, okay?” Scottlyn smiled widely at him.
Turning to Jas, he said, “We’ll walk out with y’all.
It was nice meeting everyone. Mrs. Draya, the food was great.
Thank you for the invite and top-tier hospitality.
I look forward to seeing you again.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it as Mommy smiled at him.
“Always. Safe travels back home, sweetie.”
“Thank you,” Truce responded.
“Hey… Next time you’re in town, would you like to go out for drinks? My treat,” Sanaa said before we could leave.
Truce turned and smiled at her. “I’ll think about it.”
“Here. Put your number in my phone and call me whenever you’re back.”
When he took it and put his number in her phone, I was completely done. I kissed my mom goodnight and followed Jas and Truce out the door. He made sure Scottlyn was secured in Jasmine’s car while I hugged and kissed her goodnight.
“I’ll bring her home around two tomorrow.”
“Okay. Drive safe. I love you.”
“I love you more, Jelly Bean.” I kissed Scottlyn once more, and then we parted ways.
Truce opened my door, and I didn’t bother to say thank you as I pulled the door closed.
He got inside, and we pulled away from the curb.
On the drive, I ignored him by busying myself with my new phone.
I hadn’t had the chance to see if all my pictures and videos had transferred, so I did that to avoid having to talk to Truce.
“You still haven’t figured out what you wanted to do for Scottie’s birthday?” he asked.
“Nope.”
“It’s literally three days away, and you haven’t planned anything yet?”
“Nope,” I repeated. I did have something planned, but I was being petty.
“I’m going home for my meeting, and I’ll be back on her birthday. You think you’ll have something planned by then?”
“Mmhmm.”
“What’s up with you, Jela? You good?” he asked, looking over at me.
“I’m just freakin’ peachy,” I lied. I was jealous and irritated by his actions tonight.
I knew Truce didn’t belong to me, but just mere days ago, I was five seconds from letting him run a red light, and he thought giving Sanaa his number was okay.
“You sure? I’m feeling a lot of heat from over in that passenger seat.”
“I’m just tired.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride. By the time we made it to his house, it was after ten o’clock, and all I wanted to do was shower, call to check on Scottlyn, and take my ass to bed.
When the truck came to a stop, I opened the door and got out. I knew it would piss him off, and since he didn’t care about my feelings, I didn’t give a damn about his.
“Jela!” he yelled, but I shut the door in his face.
I headed up the walkway, entered the code to unlock the door, and went inside. I kicked off my boots at the door, then headed up the stairs.
“Jela, stop!”
I paused my steps as I looked down at him. “What is it, Truce?”
“What’s with the attitude?”
“I don’t have an attitude.”
“Well, you damn sure got me fooled.”
“I guess that makes two of us then, huh?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Good night, Truce.”
“If you’re feeling a way about me giving shorty my number, just say that,” he said, leaning on the railing, smirking at me as if this was some joke.
“I shouldn’t have to. We can’t do what we did the other night and just pretend as if it didn’t happen.”
“You’ve been avoiding me since it happened.”
“And you know why!”
“Then why are you so upset? We can talk about it, Jela. I’m a single man with needs. Tell me what you want. I have no problem giving it to you.”
“You’re his brother.” I reminded him and myself.
Why the hell am I acting out like he’d already given me the dick? This was insane.
Truce sighed and crossed his hands in front of him. “We already know that. What else?”
“And you don’t care?”
“I don’t. I checked into ‘I don’t give a fuck’ land four days ago. Shit, before then, if you want to be honest. You’re invited to join me if you’d like.”
I didn’t speak because my heart was about to beat out of my chest. God, this man was so sexy. Just staring at him had my pussy beating like a drum. But could I do it? Only one man had been inside of me, but everything inside of me was telling me to let Truce be the second and last.
However, I was scared.
Breaking me from my thoughts, Truce cleared his throat. “Look… I don’t want to spend my last night here with you being upset with me. I’d rather spend it with my head between your legs, but if not, that’s cool too. I just don’t want you mad at me.”
“I’m not mad. I’ll see you in the morning, Truce. Good night,” I told him, heading up the stairs to my sleeping quarters.
I planned to pleasure myself and take my ass to bed. Until I could figure out if I was okay with giving myself to Truce, it was best I steer clear of him.
I tossed and turned for over an hour.
When I looked at the time, it was after one in the morning.
I sat up in bed and slipped my nightshirt over my head, exposing my naked frame.
Pleasuring myself didn’t work—I needed the real thing.
I was taking my sister’s advice and letting down my inhibitions and doubts.
I didn’t have any resolution if what I was about to do was “okay,” but Truce had already let it be known that he was a willing participant in what I deemed as dangerous grounds.
He was leaving in the next few hours, and I wanted him to come back, so without thinking about the right or wrongs, I left the bedroom and headed down the hallway.
I approached his door, and without knocking, I let myself inside.
The room was so huge, it looked like another living room.
When I walked inside, I saw the lounging area decorated in cream and gold.
Straight ahead was a small walkway, and I could see the floor-to-ceiling windows from here.
To my right, I assumed it was the en suite bathroom, and just beyond the wall that was separated from the lounging area was my target.
He lay on his back with one knee extended and one arm over his face.
I could hear his light snores serenading the room.
I was nervous as shit while tiptoeing over to the bed.
Placing my knees on the soft mattress, I crawled up to him and slowly removed the comforter from around his waist. He wasn’t wearing anything under it, and before I could touch him, his head popped up.
I’m sure the air hitting his naked skin jolted him.
“Jela, what—”
“Shhh,” I said, putting my finger to his lips to silence him.
I grabbed hold of his thick, long, and beautiful dick and wrapped my lips around it.
I could hear him suck in air as he allowed me to do what I’d been wanting to do for days now.
I ran my tongue up his shaft, swirled my tongue around the head, then stuffed his dick in my mouth, sucking it like a leech.
I watched him as he watched me with passion written all over his face.
I saw his chest rise and fall rapidly each time my head dipped.
I couldn’t fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I damn sure tried to suck the skin off of it.
Taking it a step further, I pulled him out of my mouth and went for his balls while stroking him slowly and firmly.
I lowered my head even further and licked his gooch.
“Ah, fuck, bae,” he whispered firmly, grabbing a fistful of my hair as his other hand wrapped around mine, helping me stroke him until he came. I gave his balls a final suck and released him. I crawled on top of him, giving him a nasty, sloppy kiss, which, in turn, had him kissing me roughly.
“Where are your condoms?”
He reached over inside the nightstand, producing one. I took it, tearing it open, and then cleaned his cum with my tongue before putting his semi-hard dick back in my mouth.
“Jela… I swear, I’m going to fuck you stupid.”
I giggled lightly and released him, putting on the condom, then straddling his lap.
I lifted my hips and slid down on him slowly.
We both groaned while I tried to adjust to his girth.
I didn’t want to think it, but Truce’s energy had already confirmed that he had the bigger dick, one I was somewhat regretting climbing on.
His palms went to my hips, and without warning, he slammed me down on him.
“Uhhhn!” I yelped.
“Don’t tease me, Jela. Get your happy ending, mama.”
I let out small breaths, then began my journey of riding him.
I didn’t know what I was thinking, not letting him fuck me first, but I wanted to make him remember me before he walked out of that door in a few hours.
I leaned forward, rocking my hips and thrusting my tongue back into his mouth.
He grabbed the sides of my head, giving me his tongue and sucking my lips.
“Mmm, shit. Bounce on this motherfucka, baby. Show me how bad you want it.”
And I did.
“Shit, Truce. Fuck, baby! I’m going to cum.”
“Do yo’ shit, mama,” he coached, and I felt my body heat before I felt myself cumming like a faucet.
A tear slid down my cheek, and he kissed it away. He held on to me tightly, allowing me to come down from my orgasm before he flipped me over. “My turn.”
And from there, I knew my life was doomed.
Truce fucked me so good, I had to wonder why the chicks before me had let this man sex them and dip.
There was no way I couldn’t have him every day or night if he were mine.
The way he stroked me like he was handling something fragile and then going into beast mode as if I was a rag doll had me ready to ask him to marry me.
We went at it for almost two hours before he was carrying me to the shower, washing us quickly, and wrapping us in the comforter before I felt my eyes growing heavy.
Somewhere during the night, I awoke to him devouring my pussy.
He ate me until I couldn’t take it anymore and drifted back off to sleep.
When I woke up some hours later, the sun had risen, and Truce was gone.
I looked at the clock on the nightstand, and it was well after seven o’clock.
There was a letter, some keys, and two stacks of cash on the stand.
I picked up one of the stacks and thumbed through it.
It was 10,000 dollars. My mouth opened in shock, not really feeling him leaving me money on the dresser like I was a prostitute.
But I knew he did it with good intentions.
I picked up the letter and opened it.
You’re mine now.
Those were the first words I read, and they had me blushing like an idiot.
The house is yours for however long you need it.
I also left you the keys to the car in the garage.
It’s yours now too. Take the money and splurge how you see fit.
Try to stay away from any areas you frequented with him, and stay inconspicuous as much as you can until I get shit settled.
You’re safe now. Don’t think what we did was wrong because it’s not, and it never will be.
I enjoyed every fucking moment and can’t wait to get back in your presence.
I don’t know how I’m going to function for three days, but it would be nice if you sent me some motivation over that time. Kiss my Chunks for me. See you Friday.
- Truce
I closed my eyes and inhaled a soft breath before letting it out. I don’t know what would become of us, but I vowed from this day forward to let whatever this was happen. I just prayed Damien let me go and stayed far the fuck away from me.
Somehow, I knew that fairytale would never come true.