June- Chapter Twelve
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I had been writing Zaria letters for over a year and still hadn’t gotten to what I’d been wanting to tell her.
If I wasn’t interrupted by something, my heart wouldn’t let me.
However, I knew it needed to be said, so I was going to try a different approach.
The thing about me was that I felt like having my shit in order made for a better approach.
“Baby, we don’t have to,” Zaria’s soft voice said.
She lay there looking good as hell. Her body was lying in front of me wearing a bra and no panties. There was never a day she had to worry about getting dick because she was deserving. My hand slid up her thigh as I pushed it up.
“Hold it,” I instructed her.
A sexy grin eased on her face as she wrapped her hands around her ankles.
“Hold it,” I said as I stared into her eyes.
Just as I asked, she did it. Zaria lay there spread wide, allowing my eyes to be blessed with her fresh vegan pussy pearl waiting. Holding up two of my fingers, I stuck them in my mouth before slowly inserting them inside her. Her mouth shot open, then came down as she bit into her bottom lip.
Keep your eyes on me.
There had always been something about her gazing at me during mating time. It made for the best sex, and it was what made our connection even stronger. While her eyes remained focused on me, my fingers stroked her pussy slowly. Her hot, wet center clung onto my finger each time it entered her.
“Ah, mm,” she moaned.
“Fuck on them, Z. Let that pussy loose,” I told her.
Her hips shot down, then up. My thumb circled her clit while she fucked on my fingers.
I could tell my dick became jealous as it thumbed in my sweats.
Still stroking her, I came out of my sweats.
When I removed my hand from her center, just as I always did, I licked her off my fingers.
Swooping her in my arms, I picked her up, sliding her down on top of me.
Foreheads touching.
“Thank you for loving me. Thank you for letting your pussy love on me,” I panted.
Her hips swiveled as my hand gripped each cheek, spreading them wide.
Zaria’s pussy was like alcohol, and I was addicted to it.
She knew how to work her shit so good a nigga would beg for it.
Each and every time she served me up a dose only kept me hooked, and to think of another nigga trying to get this was something that would make me hunt their ass for the rest of their days.
Zaria’s pussy was like the best summer day—hot, wet, and suffocating.
“Mm,” I found myself moaning. “Fuck on it, Z! Goddamn!” I grunted.
She rolled her hips up, then came down hard.
“I love you, Mr. Calloway.”
Roll up, then down hard.
“Nigga love you too. Fuck, a nigga love you way too much ’cause ain’t no fucking way, Z.”
Roll up, then down hard.
She giggled, but I was serious. I gripped her hips, lifting her. “Put your legs on my shoulders,” I grumbled.
She walked her feet up my chest and sat her ankles on my shoulders.
“Hold on, baby,” I told her.
I rocked the fuck out of Z’s ass. She tried holding on, but I left no room for error as I served her every inch of this vegan dick.
Zaria yelled so loud I knew Samara heard us, but in this moment, I didn’t care.
I was fucking my wife, and moments like these, I played no games.
I left no room for another nigga to compare.
“Z, stop all that yelling. You know how to take this dick.”
Her head swung side to side. We were almost there when the sound of Peace came in. “Da-da.”
“That little nigga about to wait,” I grunted.
“Da-da,” he whined again, followed by a cry.
I froze, and Zaria snickered. “Go get him. You know you want to. We can always have sex later.”
“Shit!” I hissed as I put her down. “I swear, Z, he’s a hater.”
I hurried to get cleaned up before walking out of the room, only to be greeted by Samara, who looked at me oddly.
“What?”
She laughed. “Nothing. I was going to get my brother, but I see he ruined mating time.” She giggled.
I couldn’t even say anything.
When the doorbell rang, Samara and I eyed each other. “Who’s here this early?”
She shrugged. “Dio, maybe.”
I shook my head. “Nah, that nigga would have been yelling at the door.”
Samara went to grab her brother while I hurried downstairs. I didn’t even need to look at the camera because the small peek out the window told me who it was. I swung the door open, scaring her.
“June, um... good morning,” Cynthia nervously said.
“Morning. What are you doing here?”
“I-I’ve been trying to reach you, but you haven’t—”
“What’s up, Granny? You’re not here just to see a nigga’s handsome face, so what’s the reason?”
Even though I was annoyed that she had come by, a part of me was kind of happy. It eliminated the need for me to drive to her and Clark’s home. I knew what Zaria wanted me to do, and this was the perfect opportunity.
She peeked over my shoulder, then back at me. “May I come in?”
I sucked my teeth. “Come on.”
She came in, glancing around. “Where are the little ones?”
“My kids are asleep. It’s not that kind of party, Granny.”
She spun so fast that I almost ran into her. “June, look. I know you don’t care much for me, but I was hoping you would let me see the boys. See, I’m moving away, and I won’t be back for a very long time. I was able to see Hope, and I was really hoping—”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Cynthia, I respect what you're trying to do, you know, trying to build relationships and shit. But let’s not forget what happened or what you allowed to happen. Thank you for doing me the favor of saving my name, but you’re no martyr.
Neither is Clark. Do I forgive you? No. Do I understand the why behind it?
No. Can I live without knowing you are around?
Yes. This is a monster you and Clark created.
My heart isn’t as forgiving as you think.
So, because nothing in this fucking world is free.
I will allow you to see my son, but I need something in return. ”
She clenched her chest as if what I said hurt her. I hoped it did because what they did to me hurt, too. Money doesn’t buy love, nor does it change the past. It’s simply a band-aid for temporary comfort. Even when the wound heals, you're still left with a scar, and that was where I was.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Is that a deal?” I asked.
With a tight-lipped smile, she nodded. I walked over to where I kept the doctor's paper, picked it up, and handed it to her.
She glanced over it and looked up at me. “What’s this?”
“You see it. I need you to fill this out.”
“Do you still have—”
“It’s none of your business.”
She glanced down again and started talking. “I will tell you it isn’t my family. It’s Clark’s. Your great-grandfather had cancer, June. I have no clue how it skipped Clark, but that’s where it stems from. Give me a pen.”
I felt sick to my stomach. Everything about Clark and his legacy was poison. How was it that it skipped him? Was that even possible? I knew there was no way of stopping what was clearly in my DNA, but everyone around suffered as long as he was breathing, and I needed him gone.
“I’m going to kill Clark,” I blurted out.
She finished filling out the paper and handed it to me. “I know.”
She reached into her purse and handed me two envelopes. “May I see the boys? I want you to open these once I’m gone.” She smiled.
I wasn’t sure if she was being truthful about Clark because I still didn’t trust her, but I was content knowing she cleared up a past that had been haunting me.
I called out to Z. While we waited, Cynthia reached and hugged me. I wasn’t sure if she thought I would embrace her with love, but I stood there.
“There is no place like home,” she whispered. “He knows no other place but home,” she said as she now pulled away from me.
When Zaria came down the steps, she cut her eyes at me.
What the fuck is this?
Trust me, Z. Go grab Peace.
I knew Z was skeptical, but I was a man of my word, and that didn’t just apply to my agreement to allow Cynthia to see the twins but also to my vow to kill Clark.