Chapter 20 #2
With both hands on my waist as he drilled into me, slowly, and methodically, he reminded me of why he’d been the chosen one.
The way he commanded things from my body that I didn’t know I had to give was sickening.
And, as I watched him watch me in the mirror, I knew that he had plans to extract a little more from me before it was all said and done, tonight.
“Cum on this dick,” he huffed out, filling my walls over and over again.
My climax was near. I could feel it rise from my toes and shoot up my legs.
“Cum inside of me,” I yelled out as I splintered.
There was no doubt in my mind that he would. Keanu never told me no and I’d be damned if he started tonight.
The sonogram on the wall of our home as we exited and entered always sped the beating of my heart and I could vividly remember the sound of our child’s heart just hours before suffering a miscarriage. I still scrubbed my mind for details of that day that I might have missed but there were none.
The eerie feeling of sadness that lingered in the air was the only thing that I recalled. Our first appointment had lightened my mood, but I still felt a dark cloud hanging low. When it all happened, I realized exactly why that cloud was dangling over me for so long.
In addition to the new wall hangings, so much had changed about the home I loved so much.
I still visited my house from time to time but mostly used it as a little vacay when Keanu was gone for the day and our home felt too big and too lonely.
I also hosted the girls once a month to give Ever a break.
After Lucas’ birth, she had a difficult time bouncing back and although I was suffering a loss, I stepped in whenever I could muster the strength.
“We’re so late,” I sighed as I put my watch up to my face.
Though it sparkled brightly in the dimness of the foyer, it was almost pointless. I hated determining the time. So, instead, I opted for my phone.
“Niggas know,” Keanu said to me with a shrug as he fixed the collar of his shirt.
He looked delicious in the black Amiri fit.
I had claimed it as my favorite brand to see him strutting in and my baby didn’t take that compliment for granted.
He picked up every piece they offered in his size that he imagined I’d love and they offered in black or white.
That and Dior were my top two. I loved the way their tees hugged his chest.
“Niggas know what?”
“When your wife is fine as fuck, getting out of the door is a bit complicated,” he explained, checking the mirror one last time before opening the door for me.
“Being as though you don’t have a wife, I’m trying to see how they’d know that,” I teased.
“In two months I will. But that shit sounds better right now. Might as well get used to it.”
“I am,” I admitted as my cheeks rose toward my ears.
“Paid enough for that fucking ring to have started calling you my wife the day I put that motherfucker on.”
“You did,” I reminded him.
According to Keanu, I’d been his wife since the day we lost our child and my family gave him the blessing. I wasn’t complaining, though. Being Keanu’s wife had its perks and was very rewarding. I got the best dick in the world and it came with limitless funds to match.
I held the glistening ring out in front of me as I made my way to my SUV.
It was beautiful. For the first two weeks, my finger was in excruciating pain trying to acclimate itself to the weighty piece.
I’d often take it off to give my ring finger a bit of a break.
But, after the first month, all was well and I wore it religiously.
Unless I was in the shower, it was on my finger where it belonged.
“So act like you know.”
“You won’t let me forget,” I chuckled, waiting beside the passenger door for Keanu to open it.
After doing so, I slid into the passenger seat and waited for him. He leaned inside and kissed my lips, then my forehead. Before I was able to grab my seatbelt, he reached across me and grabbed it himself. Once he secured me in my seat, he kissed me again and slammed the door behind him.
With glee, I watched the driver’s door, waiting for the very moment that he opened it.
When he did, my raging heart settled somewhat.
Impatience plagued me as he backed out of the driveway because both his of hands and his attention were occupied.
I wasn’t the center of their desires for once.
The wait was agonizing, but once we’d finally backed out of the driveway and were chasing the pavement, I felt so much better.
Naturally, my hand glided toward his, joining our palms together.
It wasn’t until then that my heart settled and I was rewarded with comfort only Keanu could offer.
With him, I could rest my worries and submit completely.
My faith in Keanu was unwavering. I barely used my brain cells when in his presence.
He was my leader and without hesitation, I’d learned to allow him to lead because I knew he’d never steer me in the wrong direction.
The ride to Oat + Olive was quick, but I enjoyed the silence that we toyed with. There was no background noise. Only my heart and his serving as the rhythmic soundtracks for the night. It was the most beautiful song.
To my surprise, we pulled into the parking lot right behind Luca and Ever.
I chuckled at the thought of considering their patience when it would’ve been ours that was tested had we left on time.
Now, I felt silly for rushing Keanu to wash up and for me choosing to sport Keanu’s semen as my pussy’s fragrance for the night.
I wasn’t sure what it was about knowing that he was still seeping from me that made my center throb with desire.
The feeling of him oozing from my walls at a snail's pace was better than any porn I’d ever watched and would sometimes send me over the edge without him ever touching me.
Keanu’s semen, as plentiful as it was, was such a fucking turn-on.
Valet was working overtime it seemed. We were out of our vehicles and headed up the walkway in no time.
Keanu’s fingers were wrapped around mine as I trekked the inclined path to the door.
I’d made the trip countless times and was prepared for the level of difficulty it possessed.
I held the bottom of my skirt with my free hand, hoping it didn’t rise too much.
I hardly cared any, and neither did Keanu.
He wasn’t concerned about another nigga looking as long as he didn’t touch.
That was another thing that I loved about him.
He let me be who I wanted to be without judgment.
If I wanted to come out in a full fishnet, then he’d support it as long as I was in his company so that he could protect me at all costs.
“You stressing and these motherfuckers late, too!” Keanu said so that Luca and Ever could hear him from where they were.
Luca turned around immediately with a guilty smirk on his handsome face.
With a shake of my head, I waved. There was truth to Keanu’s words about it being complicated to get out of the house when your wife was fine because I wholeheartedly believed that Ever had stopped him in his tracks with the outfit that she had on.
She wore biker shorts that hugged every curve of her lower half.
In the front, they dipped low and below her navel.
The top she wore was white and stopped just above it.
Though cropped, it was loose fitted and she was braless.
My friend was fine – even four children in.
I didn’t blame my brother for wanting to put a few more babies in her.
“Aye, you know how that shit goes,” Luca yelled back, shrugging as he did so.
The couple slowed their pace and allowed us to catch up. I wrapped my arms around Ever the second I was close enough. It had been a challenging few months for us both and I was just happy that we’d survived it with our mental, spiritual, and emotional health intact.
“Hey, babes,” I sang, rocking her from side to side.
“I’ve missed you!” She admitted.
We saw each other less over the last five – almost six – months, but we talked almost daily. Adulting was getting in the way of our time together but we were still as close as we’d ever be. With our growth came the growth of our friendship and it was as beautiful as we both were tonight.
Hand-in-hand, Ever and I stepped into Oat + Olive with Luca and Keanu right behind us.
It was obvious that there was something bubbling in both of our hearts but neither of us could spill it until we were alone.
Our steps matched one another as we headed for the ladies’ room.
We didn’t even have to mention it to the men. They knew exactly where we were headed.
“Where the fuck y’all going in such a hurry?” Laike rounded the corner of the restrooms just as we were about to make the sharp right.
He’d seemingly made it on time. He didn’t have in-house pussy, so I assumed it was the reason he’d beat us all. He was stunning in the blue top and dark denim to match.
“Where does it look like we’re going, handsome?” I asked, placing a hand on my hip.
Laike took a second and then realized how crazy of a question it was.
“Where them niggas at?”
“On the way to the table,” I told him.