Chapter 7
Travel
Days had passed, and Thanksgiving was right around the corner.
I decided to cook at Trek's place since my parents had plans to go to Florida this year.
I'd enjoy cooking for my boys, but ever since I visited Trek's sex room, I hadn't been able to let it go.
It was still on my mind. He had really surprised me.
I would rather focus on that room than on the petty way June had acted toward both of us. She tried to play the whole he couldn't see Junior game, but Trek quickly deaded that shit. He threatened to go to the court and file for full custody, and her ass quickly got her shit together.
Trek and I talked about everything, or at least I thought we did, but maybe something as eccentric as a sex room should probably be kept close to the chest. You never know how people will view you.
Nobody wanted the derogatory labels, such as sex addict, to follow them, so I got it.
Maybe Trek's reasons were different. I wanted to know what they were. I was desperate.
Once I placed the turkey in the fridge to thaw, I was on the hunt for my bestie.
With Deshoni perched on my hip, I sought out Trek.
I walked into the dining room, but he wasn't there.
His blinds were open, and I could see the water dripping from his freshly watered flower pots. It was mid-afternoon, but where was he?
He wasn't in the living room or in his bedroom. I looked at Deshoni and blew raspberries on his chubby cheeks. "Where's Trek, huh? Do you know, bookie butt?" He fell out in a fit of giggles. My baby was so ticklish.
The last place he could've been was in his home gym.
We exited the living room and walked down the first-level hallway.
As we approached, I heard one of the machines in motion.
Yeah, Trek was in there. I walked in and stood by the doorway to watch him.
Trek's toned and muscular back was to us as he ran full speed.
He couldn't hear me anyway because he wore headphones.
What a fuckin' man. He was shirtless, and his sweaty brown skin always did it for me. My eyes wandered down his ass and to the fitted black shorts that hugged his thick thighs.
His quick, heavy steps filled my ears, drawing my gaze to the stylish running sneakers he wore. Trek just didn't know how he made my body react in more ways than one. I walked over to him, still ogling his body, and stepped in front of his machine.
The biggest grin covered his face at the sight of Deshoni and me. He pressed a couple of buttons until his machine stopped, then removed his headphones.
"Hey, babies. What's going on?" He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
Trek removed Deshoni from my arms and held him in the air. "What's up, man?"
Deshoni giggled loudly, spilling drool on Trek. He lowered Deshoni and wiped his face. "You think that's funny, huh?"
Deshoni nodded and chuckled some more. I looked on at their interaction.
It warmed my heart to see their bond growing by the day.
Trek was there for me throughout my entire pregnancy.
He was the partner that Mook should've been, but clearly that didn't pan out.
I was tired of reflecting on Mook's psycho ass.
I wasn't even sure if I were ready to jump into something new, but I knew I wouldn't go back to him. It was a hell no for Mook. I did, however, want to experience what Trek had to offer.
Maybe it's because it was meant for me to experience that unconditional love with my best friend. He'd always shown me that I deserved better. Trek said I was worthy of a healthy, love-filled relationship marked by reciprocity.
His large hand grazed my cheek, pulling me from my daydream. I gave him a full smile. "There she is. What's on your mind, beautiful?"
"The turkey is thawing, but I thought we could talk while I make us lunch."
He nodded. "Of course. Let me shower real fast, and I'll meet you guys in the kitchen."
"Alright. Come on, big boy."
Trek handed over Deshoni. We parted ways, and I started on our lunch.
I had no clue where the courage to hold this conversation came from. Maybe I pulled from the part of me that had always wanted to make love to my best friend. It didn't help that he had the body of a god and eyes that could charm the panties off any woman. That charm definitely worked on me.
I busied myself with our turkey paninis. Once I had plated our meal, Trek strolled into the kitchen with those charming hazel eyes on me. He looked so damn edible with his durag in place, a basic white tee, and gray cotton basketball shorts.
When he smirked, I blushed. He took a seat at his island, and I slid him his plate with a glass of lemonade.
"Thank you, beautiful."
"You're welcome." I blushed and went back to finely dicing Deshoni's lunch.
Trek didn't even touch his food. I could feel his eyes on me. He didn't say anything. Trek literally just sat and watched me take care of Deshoni.
Once I was done, Trek placed Deshoni's reusable bib around his neck, then placed his little plate in front of him. Deshoni happily grabbed a chunk of his food and shoved it into his mouth. He killed me by eating like I starved him. Deshoni was such a baby big back.
I grabbed my plate and took a seat across from Trek. He grabbed my hand and said a quick prayer. We ate in very comfortable silence until Trek cleared his throat.
"What kind of sauce did you put on the paninis? It's really good."
"Thank you. I used that spicy truffle sauce you had in the fridge. It is really good."
"Oh, okay." He finished his food and let out a loud burp, which made Deshoni laugh.
Trek smirked. "That's a man's burp, Deshoni. You'll be burping like that soon."
"Unh-unh, no. I can wait for those monstrous belches," I responded, laughing at Trek too.
He giggled. "As long as you're with me, they're unavoidable, ma'am. Now tell me, what do you want to talk about?"
I opened my mouth to speak when Deshoni started to choke. Before I could grab him, Trek sprang into action. He removed the food from Deshoni's mouth, then lifted his little arms in the air.
Deshoni coughed a little more. Once it looked like he was fine, Trek lowered his arms. He grabbed his cup of juice and took it down.
I walked over and smoothed his dark curls back. "You okay, baby?"
He nodded. "Yes, Ma Ma."
"Alright, big boy."
Deshoni went back to his food as if nothing had happened, and we took our seats. I turned to Trek. "Thank you. You moved so fast."
"Of course. I can't let anything happen to my lil' patna' or his mama. Tell me what's on your mind?" Trek quizzed again.
I took a big swallow of my lemonade. I was more nervous than a hooker at a Baptist church. It was now or never, though. "Um, Trek, I wanna know about your room?"
He smirked, rubbing his hands together. "What room? Can you elaborate, please?"
My eyes widened at his question. He knew damn well what room I spoke about. "Why are you playin' with me? I'm talking about thee room. The room that holds all the equipment of a sexual kingdom."
"Ahh, that room. Why do you wanna know? Is my bestie looking to play with me in there?"
I swallowed hard again. Was I? Did I? Would I? Possibly. I was a Virgo, though. I needed more information.
"First, when did you take an interest in BDSM? Secondly, how come you never shared with me?" I probed, staring at my half-eaten sandwich.
"Eyes on me," he commanded.
My eyes flew to him, as if they were magnetized.
"Good girl. You follow my commands so well.
That's why I know you're going to have fun in that room.
But, BDSM became a part of me years ago during one of my transportation trips.
I was introduced to that lifestyle, and now it's a part of me.
I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it.
Believe me when I say I wanted to tell you, but I was nervous.
Your viewpoint of me matters greatly to me. "
"I understand, but I hope you know that after all these years, I'll never judge you. Had you told me, I would've been surprised, but I would've respected it like I do now."
"Of course I know, but I appreciate the reassurance."
"You're welcome. I have another question."
"Shoot," he replied, lustfully licking his lips.
"Ha-have you ever brought any women home to play in your room with you?"
"No. I thought about it a few times, but I've always wanted you to be the first and last woman I entertained in my room." Trek stood. He walked around his island until he stood directly behind me. His large hands gently caressed my neck.
I froze in place. That didn't stop my heart from pounding or the tiny chill bumps that danced along my skin.
God, it felt so good. Hell, his touch alone felt as if we made love.
The warmth from his hands reminded me of how secure and safe I felt with him.
Only Trek could provide that feeling for me.
One of his hands gripped my throat, but it wasn't too tight. He tilted my head back, and our eyes met. There was a cocky grin on his face, not to mention the hard thump on my back from the monster he toted. Trek was absolutely blessed in the penis department.
Trek licked his full and shapely lips again. My mouth watered, and my pussy pulsed. Oh, I had a craving for him like I did for something sweet after dinner. I wanted him badly.
"I wanna play with you, Travel, but I want you to want to play with me. When you're ready, all you have to do is tell me you want to play, and I'll handle the rest."
Trek released my neck, and his lips lowered to my ears. "I hope you choose to play with me because I wanna play in and around that pussy so bad. Think about it." He pecked my neck before strolling away.
Once Trek was out of sight, I released a deep breath of air. My hands couldn't fan me fast enough. Damn, it felt as if I were in a sauna. It was just a matter of time. We'd play together, and sooner than he thought.
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