June- Chapter One
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Fuck it up, Z.
Her hips swayed side to side while her hand slid over her plump breasts, down her belly, and tapped at her pussy.
She did a slow body roll, turning, giving my eyes full view of her wide hips and ass.
My lips curled. My mouth salivated as my wife gave me a show.
Zaria bent over, spreading her legs wide, allowing her pussy to play hide and seek.
I came off the bed onto my knees and crawled toward her.
Tonight, it wasn’t about making love but turning our mating room into a wild fucking savanna.
The dimmed lights, dark silhouette, and high I was on intensified the moment.
My crawl was slow and intentional. A growl of hunger escaped my lips the closer I got to her.
“Grrr.”
Closer.
“Play with that pussy, Z, and don’t stop,” I told her.
Closer.
Her fingers did as I instructed. The way they moved in circles, I knew Z had become a master of her craft.
Closer.
When I reached her, I briefly closed my eyes and inhaled the beautiful vegan pussy in front of me. My face moved forward, and my tongue acted. My licks were slow, making sure to cup her clit during the process.
“Oooo,” she moaned.
My hands eased up her thighs while my face was planted in her ass to give my tongue better contact. I went to pull her down when the sound of one of the twins’ cries came crooning from the baby monitor.
Zaria quickly pulled away, snapped the lights on, and went to grab her robe. I dropped my head. “Shit!” I muttered. “I bet it’s Peace. The one thing that nigga knows how to do is cock block.”
A heckle fell from Zaria. “We have plenty of time to do what we were doing. However, when the boys call, we need to go running. Now come on, Big Daddy,” she said as she walked out of the room.
“Little niggas fucking up my mating time.”
After cleaning up and brushing my teeth, I headed over to their room, where Z was. When I entered, the look on her face alerted me that she was worried.
I nodded at her. “Sup?”
She bounced Savior up and down. “He’s a little fussy, but I don’t know why.”
I couldn’t believe that the boys were about to be one. Time waited on no one because it seemed like they were just born yesterday. My two princes who stole my heart. The boys who made me stronger daily. Every doubt I had about being a good father to them, I challenged daily.
I gently grabbed Savior from Z as his wails seemed to calm. “Sup, man? You're not sleepy or what?” I asked, kissing his forehead. “You never cry. You're my silent killer. Who does your daddy need to kill, huh? ’Cause I’ll do it. I’ll blow a nigga’s head clean—”
“June!” Z shouted. “Let me go get him some milk. Keep the Chevy-daddy shit to yourself.”
Zaria hated when I talked to my boys like that, but shit, this was who I was, and the one thing I would never do was hide who I was from my kids.
While I waited for her to bring the bottle, I sat in her little mommy chair and rocked back and forth with Savior still in my arms.
My kids were my life and the only ones who not only held my bloodline but could be my voice for the future.
Protecting them with my life was a priority, and if it meant talking a little recklessly from time to time, so be it.
This was a lifelong commitment, and as my kids grew older, I would become more protective, especially while knowing that one or both of them could be carrying the very thing I thought would defeat me—cancer.
As I continued to rock in the chair, my eyes became heavy. I thought about how me not truly knowing anything about my bloodline other than Clark’s bitch ass could affect my kids.
The cold of darkness surrounded me, so that even though I could see, I couldn’t see.
Cries of my sons pierced my ears with muffled sobs from Z layered on top like some sort of sad record playing.
Suddenly, a sinister heckle transitioned into something monstrous, almost hyena-like.
My heart raced as I tried to figure out what was happening.
“June!” Zaria screamed. “Savior!”
“Z, baby, I’m right here! Who has him?” I shouted back.
The dark was fucking with me because it was something I always hated. The dark, something that strips you of everything you know you need to face. The dark, which settles in so deeply, is a way to strike fear in you. The dark, something I had tried for years to overcome.
A light slowly emerged, and there he stood in the same suit, tailored to perfection, an evil grin on his face while holding my muhfuckin son in his arms.
The man who was like the disease that had spread and tried to kill me. Clark fuckin’ Mercier stood only inches away from me. I rushed forward as he and my son disappeared.
“What the fuck!” I shouted. “Clark!” I barked.
His voice echoed so loudly that I gripped the side of my head to get rid of him. “My bloodline will live forever.”
“Fuck you and your bloodline, nigga. You’re a dead nigga! I swear!”
His voice appeared again, only louder this time. “Who is Mr. Calloway? You are and will forever be a Mercier!” he roared.
“I’m not a fucking Mercier! I’m a Calloway, nigga! My kids are the Calloways! Bitch-ass nigga!”
That was when he appeared again. This time, I didn’t hesitate; I rushed at him, knocking him backward.
The grip I had on his head was so tight, the vein bulging in his forehead was visible.
The rage inside me was so intense, it made my body tremble, my heart race, and fire seem to shoot out of my head.
Yet, even then, he laughed. I slammed his head against the dark floor repeatedly until blood oozed.
“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!”
“June!” Zaria shouted.
My eyes shot open. I didn’t even realize I had dozed off.
I glanced down to see Savior still in my arms, staring at me oddly.
I squeezed him tightly as the thought of losing him felt so real.
Since my doctor’s visit, my dreams about Clark had become more frequent.
I had simmered down for the sake of my family, but the feeling that was starting to come over me was a treacherous one.
Clark was beginning to bring out something in me that wasn’t Chevy or June. This was an extension of them both, but something more deadly. It was the primal Mr. Fucking Calloway, and if Clark knew what was best, he would do me the favor of killing himself.