Chapter 9
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I pulled in front of the house and smiled when I saw my man’s cars lined up.
The girls went to their cousin’s birthday party with their grandmother.
She wanted everyone to wear red and white, and the girls had in their minds the exact shoes and outfits they wanted to wear.
When their sperm donor didn’t make it happen for them, Hymn pulled it off at the last minute.
In between clients, I saw that jackass posted a picture of my children on his social media standing there with them like a proud father while they were dressed to the nines in clothes and shoes the next man bought.
To say I couldn’t stand Corey would be me being nice.
I loathed that bastard, but there wasn’t much I could do about it.
We still had to co-parent. He was starting to be so inconsistent with the girls they weren’t too pressed to deal with him, but they loved him and hadn’t written him completely off.
Therefore, I had to deal with him on some level even when I didn’t want to.
My girls had a long way to go before they were eighteen.
Twelve more years of dealing with Corey wasn’t appealing, but I didn’t have a choice.
Pushing him to the back of my mind, I walked inside the house to get ready for date night with my fiancé.
God really did His big one when He placed Hymn in my life.
I would never stop being appreciative or doing my part to make sure my relationship remained healthy and loving.
The last thing I wanted to be was miserable and stuck.
Inside the house, Hymn was sitting on the couch playing his PS5.
A smile lifted my cheeks when I took in his dark denim jeans, red Polo sweater, and wheat colored Timbs.
He looked so handsome and rugged my clit swelled immediately.
But we had all night to get nasty. I needed to get ready.
We were going to a movie and dinner at a nice restaurant but not so upscale that he couldn’t wear Timbs.
Seeing his face reminded me of how he’d come through for the girls earlier, and I was going to get real nasty for him when we got back home. “Hey,” the fact that I was smiling so hard didn’t bother me in the slightest.
I had worn simple black leggings and a black fitted tee to work in. Nothing spectacular at all, but the way Hymn’s eyes roamed over my frame, one would think I had gone to work naked. Anytime I entered a room, Hymn eyed me like he wanted to devour me, and it made chills run down my spine.
“What’s up baby?”
I walked over to him and placed what was supposed to be a quick peck on his lips, but he wasn’t having it. Hymn snaked his tongue into my mouth and kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in years.
“Do you want me to go get ready, or do you want us to be late?” I giggled pulling away.
Hymn didn’t respond but the lust lining his eyes told me he wouldn’t care if we were late.
I rushed upstairs, turned the shower on and stripped out of my clothes.
Life had been busy in a good way. Planning a wedding and running a successful business was not for the weak.
Not to mention having three kids, but life was pleasantly overwhelming.
Hymn had a cleaning service that came in once a week, and they were lifesavers.
I had also started giving the girls an allowance for completing their chores, and that helped the house remain clean on the days the cleaning service didn’t come.
His chef still came twice a week, so I only cooked an average of three days a week because the chef made sure we had enough for leftovers.
I also had two very talented MUA’s working in my makeup bar so if I was busy or just needed a few days off, I referred people requesting service from me to one of them.
Being on a reality television show and being the fiancée of an NFL player had casually thrown me into the category of being a celebrity MUA.
When other reality television stars, entertainers, or social media influencers reached out to me a lot of them requested that I come to them, and I charged a traveling fee.
Business was great, and I had no complaints as far as my personal life.
I was nervous about the upcoming season because I wanted to support my man, but I also didn’t want the girls to feel deserted.
I didn’t want to be traveling more than I was at home.
Hymn told me he understood that I wouldn’t be at every away game, and it wasn’t a problem.
Still, I wanted to make at least two of his out of town games a month.
My parents, Josie, or Corey’s trifling ass could keep the girls when I did go.
Filming for season two would be wrapping up in a few weeks, and I was glad.
Anytime having cameras in my face or dealing with catty females started to get on my nerves, I thought about all the exposure being on television was getting my business.
The way my social media platforms were growing, and the checks.
All those things were important to me because no matter how in love I was, I was never again going to sit back and not make my own money.
I had even been brainstorming on starting my own beauty line.
Of course, I could make it happen with Hymn investing in me, but I wanted to be able to do the bulk of it on my own.
He had already told his sister if their mother remained clean for one year, he was going to buy her a house.
I wanted to help add to my man’s life and not always take away even if he didn’t mind being a provider.
After a hot shower and my skincare routine, I brushed my teeth, and got dressed.
I decided on a cute leopard print corset with black spandex pants and black Louboutin wedge heels.
I had been on the go a lot lately, so I chose to rock a wig that was cut into a blunt cut bob.
Curling my real hair on days when I was sick of buns and ponytails was too time consuming when I was on a time crunch.
Downstairs, Hymn was in the kitchen pouring shots for us.
When he saw me, he bit his bottom lip, and I blushed.
His ogling me like I was the prettiest girl in the world to him would never grow old.
Ever. Hymn entered my personal space with a shot glass in hand.
With his free hand, he fingered the diamond necklace he’d gifted me.
“I got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain.”
“And do,” I agreed with a smile before taking the glass from him.
We tapped our glasses together before consuming what was inside. I was walking toward the front door when Hymn wrapped his arm around me from behind and placed his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you.” His voice was muffled as he sniffed my skin.
“I love you too.”
In the car, Hymn gripped my thigh as he drove. “My mom texted me earlier and showed me the shoes she bought for the wedding. She’s excited. She’s never been to a wedding before.”
“Really?” I glanced over at him. He nodded, and I could tell he was stressed. Every day was a case of him holding his breath hoping his mother wouldn’t relapse.
“She’s ready to party,” he chuckled.
“Her eyes lit up when she tried on her dress and got fitted for it. The women in the boutique offered everyone glasses of champagne, and she declined. She’s really trying.” I reached over and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I know. It’s bothering her that Huncho is still being standoffish, but he’s probably afraid of the same thing as me and Divine.
I know he doesn’t want to get close to her then watch her relapse.
It’s not even that if she gets back on drugs, we’d judge her and stop loving her.
She’s just a different person when she’s on drugs.
Her family isn’t a priority. She can go six months without seeing or talking to us, and it doesn’t bother her in the least.”
“That’s how it works with most addicts. Instead of worrying about the future just enjoy her now in the present.”
“That’s a good idea.”
Hymn and I had a great date night. The movie we saw was good, and the food we ate was delicious. We’d only been at home for ten minutes before his dick was down my throat. Relaxing my throat, I flexed my tongue and inched down slowly until Hymn’s tip was touching my tonsils.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned.
Moving my head up and down, I hummed on the dick and gently caressed his balls. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft before circling my tongue over the tip and sucking him back into my wet mouth before popping him out of my mouth and spitting on the dick.
“Sit on my face.” His voice came out in a deep rumble.
I slurped Hymn’s dick clean before straddling him and doing as he asked.
My stomach caved in as his tongue slid down my middle.
His low hums sent vibrations through my pussy that had me closing my eyes and throwing my head back.
Cupping both breasts in my hands, I rode his face slowly enjoying the feel of his tongue gliding over my folds.
When Hymn’s mouth locked around my clit, my body jerked slightly.
“Hymn,” I moaned.
He gripped my ass cheeks and probed my middle deeper with his tongue.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, baby,” I whispered while squeezing my eyes shut. It felt like tiny surges of electricity were surging through my body as my stomach muscles tightened.
“Ummmmmmmmm,” Hymn lapped at my juices like they were quenching his thirst.
Once my body stopped trembling, I eased down his body and parted his lips with my tongue.
I rubbed my pussy on his dick while we kissed deeply.
When he reached for his member, I lifted my hips slightly, and he found his way inside of me.
Hymn cupped my face with his large hands, and I peered into his eyes.
“I love the fuck outta you. You know that?”
“I know. I love you too.”
“You better.” He hit my left cheek then the right one before sucking my breast into his mouth. Never in my life had I almost had an orgasm from getting my nipples sucked until Hymn. He had a way of working his tongue that would put me right at the edge, and his dick would bring it home.
The first time it happened, I thought I was tripping, but every time my man gave my nipples his undivided attention, it made my pussy a little wetter and before long, I was erupting.
“I want to taste you,” I moaned while kissing the corner of his mouth. “But I like it when you nut all in this pussy too.”
“I’m not wasting babies,” he smacked me on the ass again, and I moaned. “All this shit is going up in you. You gon’ come with me?” he grunted, while I nodded feverishly.
He knew what would do it, and he placed my nipple back in his mouth. I bounced harder on the dick enjoying the friction between my swollen nub and his body.
“Ohhhh I’m right there, baby,” I crooned. “Fuck, I’m about to come, baby. Oh, my Gooooddddd, Hymn!”
“Fuckkkk,” he groaned as we released at the same time. Everything about sex with Hymn was always top-tier. I could be half-asleep when he slid up in me and would be having an orgasm in five minutes tops.
My bachelorette trip was two days away. I’d be gone for three nights and while that wasn’t much, Hymn and I got it in as much as we could.
Sex would definitely slow up during the season and since my IUD was out, I’d be back having cycles.
Hymn and I were always like two horny teens trying to get it in whenever and wherever we could.
Every night before I went to sleep, I prayed that the honeymoon stage would never end and that exactly how we were was just how we would remain.