Church
Three Years Later . . .
Jonah liked it when I washed his hair, so much so that he’d installed a commercial washbowl in the brand-new production room.
He probably liked it so much because I did it naked.
My breasts dangled near his mouth as I applied the shampoo, and he didn’t hesitate to pull one into his waiting mouth.
I tried to concentrate on manipulating the apple-scented shampoo through his strands, but the warmth of his mouth and the sensations caused by the suction were distracting.
I moaned. “You’re about to make me drown you, Jonah Sumners.”
“Say less,” I teased as I straddled him on the chair and slowly eased myself down on his hard dick.
One thing I loved about Saturday mornings was that they were often childless.
Between Alisha and Beverly, there was a “Grandchildren Friday Night Sleepover” almost every weekend.
When our toddler son, Jordan, was away, we took full advantage.
I bounced up and down on my husband’s dick while he fucked up at me. It didn’t take long for the two of us to catch up to the orgasms we were chasing. My head fell into the crook of his neck as I tried to catch my breath.
Jones held me close, our breathing syncing. “We can’t stay like this,” I reminded him. “We’ve gotta pick up Jordan so my mom and Bayliss can help Brewer set up Bradford’s birthday party.”
The patriarch of the family was turning seventy years old, and his wife had planned a party to celebrate him.
“Fuck that party. I wanna love on my wife.”
I giggled as I felt his dick start to grow again. I hopped from his lap. “Stop being mannish, sir. We need to shower and pick up our son.”
He reached out for me. “Stop trippin’. You knew I was the town bop when you married me. Gimme some pussy, Church.”
“I just gave you some. I’ll give you some more later. Let’s go!”
Jones and I picked up Jordan, then we did two product deliveries in Red Leaf. By the time we finished the last one, it was time for us to show up for the party.
We pulled into the driveway behind the other cars and trucks, and we made our way to the backyard.
It was teeming with family. Because there were so many of us, I figured Beverly didn’t feel the need to invite anybody else.
Besides, Bradford was a simple guy. He didn’t need the entire town at his party. He probably only wanted family.
The second that I set Jordan on his feet, he took off after Bailey’s three boys and Collins’s three girls. I was glad the Perkins’s girls didn’t mind acting as the unofficial cousin wranglers. Jones and I exchanged a soft kiss before he headed toward the men, and I headed toward the women.
I went around the table, hugging and speaking to everybody, finally taking a seat next to Mari. Since she’d married Lex, both of them had been present at family events.
Bailey rubbed her protruding belly. “So we found out the gender of baby number four,” she announced.
“Wait. Let me guess,” Beverly told her. “This pregnancy has been different from your last two since the beginning. There’s no way this isn’t a girl.”
“Girl,” Alisha agreed. “I carried four girls. I know a girl pregnancy when I see one.”
We went around the table, and everybody guessed girl.
“It’s a girl,” Bailey confirmed.
“Bright is finally getting his daughter. Maybe now he’ll stay off of you,” Perkins told her.
Bailey rolled her eyes. “I’m not the only one whose husband won’t stay off of them.”
Collins’s cheeks flushed pink. “Your mouth is so big, Bailey. I told you that in confidence,” she fussed.
Jones dropped off a plate for me but didn’t linger before making his way back over to where the men were seated.
“Thank you,” I called to his retreating back.
“Whew.” Perkins pretended to wipe sweat from her brow. “I’m so glad I wasn’t the one to let the cat out of the bag.”
Meanwhile, our mom and Beverly were happily celebrating the impending arrival. “Collins’s baby will be number fourteen.” Beverly clapped her hands together.
I loved that Beverly and Bradford always included Perkins’s girls and Jordan in their grandchildren count, even though our children weren’t their grandchildren.
Technically, Jordan was their great-nephew, and Perkins’s girls weren’t anything, but I loved that they weren’t concerned with technicalities or biology.
“Wow, between the four of y’all, you’re gonna have enough players to field a football team,” Mari commented as she rubbed her own pregnant belly.
I waved her off dismissively. “Hater,” I joked.
I took a bite of my perfectly grilled turkey burger.
Something about the way it hit my stomach gave me momentary pause, but the feeling passed quickly.
I brushed it off and prepared to take another bite.
Nope. With my hand covering my mouth, I jumped up from my chair and made a beeline for the first garbage can I saw.
Silence covered the backyard, and it seemed like everybody watched me stand in front of the trash can and empty my stomach.
I gripped the sides, trying to both maintain some composure and figure out what the hell was going on with me.
Before I knew it, Jones was behind me, offering his support.
I leaned into him, trying to determine if I was okay to sit back down.
“Fifteen!” Beverly yelled across the yard, clapping excitedly.
Her enthusiasm caused me to chuckle in spite of myself. “She thinks I’m pregnant.”
Jones’ hands went to my belly. “Your nipples were extra sensitive this morning, pretty mama. You kept sayin’ that I was suckin’ too hard. See? It wasn’t me. It was lil’ baby.”
“You got me pregnant,” I accused him with a fake pout.
“And I’ll do it again and again. It’s not gonna be easy, catching up to Bright and your sister. We might have to throw a set of twins in there.”
“Be so for real,” I told him. “You’re crazy. I’m not about to chase Bailey and Bright. They’re out here setting the baby-having standard. Four kids in like, four years? You trying to chase that?”
“That’s exactly what I’m chasing.”
The End