Chapter 12 #4
Promise’s phone vibrated against her thigh again, and this time when she looked at the screen, there was a text notification.
Monroe: What’s good, ma? Hit me when you get a chance.
Promise: I’m at TJ ’s game. I’ll call you later.
“Hey sissy, you wanna walk with me to the bathroom? I need to change My’Dymond’s pull-up,” Rae cooed, kissing her daughter’s forehead.
“Yeah, I’ll walk with you,” Promise agreed.
“Hey babe, I’ll be right back,” Rae told Truth before walking away.
“A’ight,” Truth said, without looking up from his phone.
A few minutes later, Rae handed My’Dymond to Promise as she reached into her bag, and grabbed a blanket to lay over the changing station in the ladies’ room.
“Everything good, sis?” Rae asked Promise with concern laced in her expression.
“Yea sissy,” Promise answered. “Why you ask me that?”
“I’m just used to seeing you and Monroe together,” Rae shrugged. “He came by the house last week alone, and now you’re here this week alone. I just wanna make sure you good up there in New York by yourself.”
“I’m fine, and I’m not by myself,” Promise assured.
“Who else do you have up there with you besides Monroe, sis? I mean, I know Monroe is a good man, and he’s good to you… but–”
“But nothing,” Promise cut in. “You have nothing to worry about. It’s no different from when I was in Florida, and you moved back to Texas.”
“It is though. You had mom who wasn’t far away from you,” Rae stood her ground, sitting My’Dymond up.
“Mama’s baby feelin’ better now, huh,” she cooed, stepping back so Promise could pick her back up.
Rae grabbed and refolded the blanket before placing it back into her bag.
“I believe you’d tell me if you weren’t okay, Missy. I still just needed to ask.”
Promise nodded while giving her niece eskimo kisses. “Auntie Missy love you.”
As soon as they walked out of the bathroom. Truth and TJ were waiting outside the door waiting for them.
“The hell y’all had to do? Take a shit? It smell like hell in that mu’fucka,” Truth quizzed with a smirk. “Got daddy’s baby inhaling all that bullshit,” he reached forward to hold My’Dymond.
TJ cracked up laughing.
“You did good out there, nephew,” Promise told TJ, resting her arm around his neck.
“Thanks for being here with us,” TJ replied. “I got somethin’ for you.”
“Aww, TJ. You don’t have to buy me gifts,” Promise smiled and said.
“I know I don’t. I just felt like doin’ somethin’ nice for you,” TJ said, walking through the first door his father held, and opening the second one.
Promise smiled and shook her head at TJ.
He was the sweetest young man she knew, and she was beyond grateful for his thoughtfulness.
Unbeknownst to everyone around her, she was in shambles inside.
TJ ’s small gesture had done more for her than he’d ever understand.
Plies You Ain’t Regular thumped through the SUV’s speakers as everyone got in the car with Truth.
Later On The Same Night…
After the game Promise had gone out to dinner with her family, and enjoyed the closest moment to normalcy she'd received in a while.
She'd even stayed a while after to give her niece her nighttime bath, combed her hair, and read her a bedtime story while rocking her to sleep.
Rae never asked for help, but she always appreciated Promise being so active in her kids' lives.
Rae had all but begged Promise to stay the night at her house, but it was no use.
Promise had always been one to covet her own space, and lately, she needed it more than ever.
Nights had been the worst. It was at night that her reality became so transparent it felt unreal.
How everything in her world could go from mere perfection to bullshit overnight was a never-ending web of confusion that she couldn't seem to reason with.
It was after three o'clock in the morning, and she was still up sipping her mix of pineapple juice and vodka.
It was hard to sleep alone after being wrapped up in the arms of a real man for almost three years.
After being wrapped up in the type of unfabricated chemistry they shared was impossible to put into words, but felt in the crevices of her spirit.
He was so close to her soul, but she couldn't touch him.
It hurt so bad that it kept her up at night, and staring with blurred vision at the pictures she had of him in her phone.
His smooth, chocolate skin.
His deep, brown eyes.
His kiss-me-slow lips, and tattoo-covered chest and arms.
Every inch of her being called for him. She spoke to him in the spirit because as much as she wanted to call him, she knew that space was needed for the decisions he needed to make when it came to her and their future together.
Yet still, she'd scrolled to his contact, and her thumb hovered over the call button.
Promise swiped the rebellious tear that slid down her beautiful face, and opened their text thread instead.
Promise: I miss you so bad it hurts.
She sent the message then rested her head back on the plush couch pillow until suddenly her phone buzzed against her chest, simultaneously snatching her from her jumbled thoughts, and interrupting the music that streamed tastefully from her Apple Playlist. Promise rose to her feet, and trekked slowly to the door with confusion written all over her features.
Who the hell is at my door at this hour?
She murmured without bothering to glance through the peephole.
Her breath hitched instantly at the sight of Monroe standing before her.
The rawness of his gaze made her feel transparent, quickly stripping every defense she'd tried to raise to protect her heart. Fine ass nigga.
Instinctively, Monroe stepped forward, and pressed his lips against hers.
Unselfishly. Silently. Intentionally. He breathed into her mouth, giving her life, resuscitating her spirit like only he could.
Monroe had needed Promise more than the air he breathed, and in her presence is where he thrived.
After closing the door with his foot, Monroe continued kissing Promise with an urgency that made her soul leap.
"Monroe," Promise breathlessly murmured.
"Shh," Monroe hushed her. "Let me minister to you and that pussy, Doll," he said, picking her up, and walking her to the bed.
"I know it's a whole lotta shit you wanna talk to a nigga about, and I promise we gon’ get to it," Monroe said, sitting her down on the bed.
"But right now," he pulled his shirt over his head.
"I just wanna lick ya pussy 'til your cream is oozin' on my tongue.
'Til that mu'fucka so tender you start beggin' a nigga for the dick.
" He bore into her eyes, while loosening the silk sash that held her kimono robe in place.
"Then I wanna beat that pussy so slow… so fuckin' deep yo' speech change from English to Swahili.” He snickered, then laid in the bed, and smoothed his hand down her back.
“You been doin' a nigga dirty as fuck. You know I need this shit to survive.
Can I have it? Can I have you?" He asked, kissing the small of her back, just above her ass.
Impossible. Monroe’s aura was way too intense...way too strong for Promise to deny him. Not when he was operating like this. Not when his presence was drawing her so dominantly.
"Yes. You know this pussy belongs to you," Promise submitted. "I missed you so much, baby," she said, standing and allowing her robe to kiss the floor.
“Pretty ass titties,” he admired, watching her nipples harden at the feel of his warm fingers manipulating them.
“Sss,” she moaned as her body responded automatically to his touch.
“Come wet a nigga face up, Doll,” he commanded.
Promise obliged, climbing in the bed from the side.
Monroe stopped her midway so he could drag his tongue slowly across one nipple while caressing the other.
Promise loved that shit, and he’d found out a long time ago that her titties were just as sensitive as her clit, so he always made it his business to show them equal attention.
When he laid back on the pillow, he reached forward and smacked her ass, then gave it a firm squeeze before letting go.
Without hesitation, Promise balanced her feet on both sides of his head, then slowly straddled his face, positioning her treasure on top of his lips.
Monroe gently pushed her back, coming face-to-face with her wetness.
It was the best visual a man could ever witness, she was fucking hypnotizing.
Hungrily he pulled her forward, nuzzling his nose so deep in her pussy he caught a contact.
Monroe trailed deep kisses from her thighs up to the face of her pussy.
“Damn, Doll,” he said calmly, resting his nose in her pussy.
Her scent had him dangerously aroused.
Her wetness made him lose touch with sanity.
Promise opened her legs wider, welcoming him closer, anticipating the ride she knew his tongue was about to take her on.
Monroe chuckled, but didn’t say a word. Instead of devouring her, he skillfully strummed her swollen clit with his tongue, playing on her wetness like an acoustic guitar.
Her pussy was so delectable, he savored her essence like it was gourmet pudding.
Monroe circled his tongue around her clit over and over, until he felt her thighs shaking.
“Yessss,” Promise moaned while smoothing her hands over his deep waves as she came.
“Lay back,” Monroe told her, suddenly needing deeper access.
She quickly obeyed.
“Pussy got me out my damn body, Doll,” he hissed, but didn’t miss a beat as he pushed her legs back and ravished her pussy with no restraint.