Chapter 19
“I would venture to say the majority of men in that banquet hall have a mistress or two,” I commented after Phyre told me the conversation he’d overheard between his father and a woman who had worked for their family for years.
We’d just left his mother’s birthday party and were on our way to his house. I could tell something was bothering him as soon as he returned to the table after looking for his father. I thought he might have run into Kavia, but this was even worse.
“I’m sure they do, but that doesn’t make this any easier to process.”
“I’m sure it doesn’t, and I didn’t say that to be callous, but a lot of wealthy men take advantage of their status.”
“Maybe if they’d stop with these arranged marriages and let people marry who the fuck they want, it would be easier to be faithful.”
“Do you think that’s why your father cheated?”
“It is . . . at least that’s what he told me.”
“Oh, wow. What did he say?”
“Apparently, he’s been in love with Linda since he was a teenager.
Her family was poor and not a part of The Collective, so his parents would never approve of her.
He and my mother were promised to each other and went through with the marriage.
He stopped seeing Linda for a while, but he said he was miserable.
Linda had tried to move on with her life without him, but he couldn’t bear to see her with anyone else.
Her cooking skills were excellent, so he convinced my mother she needed a cook so she’d have more time to focus on us and more important things.
My mother agreed, and they hired Linda.”
“That’s . . . wow. That’s unbelievable. They’ve been doing this right under her nose all this time. I’m not very fond of your mother, but I feel bad for her.”
“She has many flaws, but this, she doesn’t deserve. And get this, our brother works with Phoenix.”
I gasped. This was too much. Mr. Jordan should’ve been ashamed of himself for all the secrets and lies.
“Oh my God. How do you think Phoenix will feel?”
“I don’t know, but I gave my father thirty days to tell her and my mother everything.”
“You think he’ll do it?”
“It’s either him or me, and I think he’d rather they hear it from him.”
“Rich Black people’s problems are too much. I hope you—”
“Nah. Don’t even try to put me in that category. I’ve been going against The Collective for most of my life. I am nothing like them.”
“That’s good to know. I wonder what your therapist will have to say about all this.”
“I’m looking forward to hearing her take, but I’ve figured out one thing on my own.”
“What’s that?”
“My father resented the fact that I stood up to him and didn’t let him force me into a career or marriage that I didn’t want. I did what he was too afraid to do.”
“Insightful. It makes sense.”
When we arrived at his house, we showered together, and as soon as we stepped out, he lifted me to the counter, stepped between my legs, and covered my mouth with his. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue, losing myself in our connection.
As we kissed, I slipped my hand between us, grabbing his dick and swiping my hand over the tip.
I used his precum for saturation before moving my hand up and down his length.
While I stroked him, his mouth slid from mine and traveled to my cheek, before spending a little time on my neck.
He kissed, sucked, and bit, surely leaving his mark.
His hand ventured to my breasts, and he squeezed and pulled my nipples, which were extra sensitive.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I bit into his shoulder.
Suddenly, he picked me up, lifting me high enough for my breasts to be aligned with his mouth. I wrapped my legs around his torso and caressed the back of his head as he alternated sucking on each of my nipples.
I could feel my pussy getting wet and imagined my juices dripping down the front of his chest. I was grateful for the high ceiling and doorframe as we moved through from his bathroom to his bedroom.
When we made it to the edge of the bed, he slowly kneeled until he was low enough to put me on my back, and his mouth immediately moved to my pussy.
“Oh my God,” I screamed upon contact.
Phyre devoured me, showing no restraint, and causing me to gasp for air.
“Stop running,” he demanded as my body twisted and turned.
“Oh God! Please.”
“Don’t beg him. Beg me. Give me what I want.”
My pussy heard him loud and clear, and I sprayed him with my nectar as he attempted to catch every drop. I was spent but knew it would be a while before I’d fully catch my breath.
“This pregnant pussy gon’ have my ass trying to keep you barefoot and pregnant. It’s wet, juicy, and tastes like heaven. Turn over and get on your knees.”
He stood at the edge of the bed, face still shiny and covered in my essence, watching me follow his command. Once I was on all fours, he gently gripped one side of my waist as he grabbed his dick and slid the tip from the top of my ass crack to my hole a few times.
We’d done this countless times since we reunited, and every time, it felt like it was the first time his dick had ever graced the inside of my pussy. My stomach tightened as I inhaled, releasing the breath once my walls were snugly wrapped around him . . . or so I thought.
“Release, baby,” he urged. “Let me all the way in.”
He always felt so deep in this position, but apparently, he wasn’t deep enough. I put my arms flat on the bed, arched my back, and tooted my ass in the air as much as I could. I knew he was where he wanted to be when I felt him in my stomach.
“Oh, shit,” I mumbled.
“That’s right, baby. Just like that.”
One minute, he fucked me like it would be his last time, the next minute, he slow stroked me like he wanted it to last forever. When he reached around and began massaging my clit, my pussy quaked around his dick in less than twenty seconds.
When he pulled himself from my womb, I collapsed on the bed. He left soft kisses all over my back, down to my ass cheeks. Had he not been holding onto my legs, I would’ve leaped to the ceiling when I felt his tongue graze my ass crack and commenced to eating my pussy like he invented it.
“Phy! Oh my God.”
I’d barely recovered from the last two orgasms before he sucked another one out of me, then flipped me over and made slow, sweet love to me while looking into my eyes. When he finally filled me with his seeds, I fell into a deep sleep and didn’t open my eyes again until the following afternoon.
A few days later, it was his night to stay with me at the condo. He sat at the table in the kitchen, keeping me company while I cooked dinner. I finally felt like I was out of the danger zone and was ready to share my pregnancy with my family.
“I think I’m ready to share our pregnancy news with my family. I know I was supposed to tell you on Sunday, but I’m just now coherent again after you fucked me senseless,” I said.
His smile was about as wide as the kitchen as I fed his ego.
“There’s more where that came from whenever you’re ready,” he teased. “When do you want to do it?”
“On my birthday, but I’m trying to figure out a cute way to do it on a video call.”
He frowned and shook his head. “Nah. That won’t work. This is something that should be done in person. How about we spend your birthday with your family in Chicago? Maybe we can do an early Christmas celebration.”
“I love that idea. I’ve been here for four months and haven’t thought much about going home. My birthday and an early Christmas dinner would be perfect.”
“Cool. While you figure out a cute way to tell them, I’ll handle our travel arrangements and everything else. Okay?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Shit, I forgot how cold it is in Chicago in December,” Phyre complained.
We’d landed about thirty minutes ago, gotten our luggage, and had just stepped outside to wait for the car service he’d hired. I tried to tell him that a car service wasn’t necessary, but he didn’t want to drive because he didn’t know the city well, and he didn’t want me to chauffeur him around.
Neither of us was dressed for winter in Chicago, but I at least had on a coat. Phyre was only wearing sweats and a hoodie. I hadn’t checked the weather, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was about thirty degrees.
“You’ve been here before?”
He looked at me like I’d asked a dumb question. “Numerous times but only once or twice in the winter.”
“Why didn’t you look me up?”
“Who says I didn’t?”
“You never mentioned that you did. As a matter of fact, your family has tons of money. You could’ve hired a private investigator to find me if you really wanted.”
“My parents are wealthy. Did you forget I got cut off?”
“Oh, yeah. I did forget.”
“I do pretty well for myself, but I don’t have money like my parents, or even Phoenix and Kevin. They followed the rules, so they got the money.”
“That sucks.”
“It does, but I don’t have any regrets. Phoenix was gracious enough to pay off my school loans, and that helped immensely.”
“Wow! That was so thoughtful of her.”
“I agree. As for hiring a private investigator to find you, I considered it, but my thought was always, if it’s meant to be, it will be. I wanted our reunion to be authentic, so I left it in God’s hands.”
Someone stepped out of a black luxury truck and held up a sign that read Phyre Jordan. We headed to the truck, and while the driver put our luggage into the trunk, Phyre helped me into the back seat before sliding in next to me.
“Are you excited to be home?” he asked.
“I am. I’m excited to hug everyone, especially my godson, Bubba. I miss his little chunky butt so much. I hope he didn’t forget me.”
“I doubt it. I think you’re on FaceTime with him as much as you are with his mother.”
I laughed because it was true. “True, but it’s not the same. I want to kiss his chubby little cheeks and feel his little hands around my neck.”
He put his hand around my neck and gently squeezed before softly kissing my lips. When we separated, he spoke with his lips still close to mine as he continued to hold my neck.
“Do you like it when I put my hand around your neck?”
“I love it.”
“Good. Just making sure I have no reason to be jealous of a toddler.”
“Ha! You’re silly.”
“I can be, but I’m serious.”
“I believe you. Hey, did you give him the address to my apartment?” I asked because I noticed we weren’t headed there.
“No. We’re staying downtown.”
“What? Why would you waste money when I have an empty apartment?”
“It’s not a waste. This is our first trip together, it’s your birthday weekend, and we’re announcing some pretty special news tomorrow. Even though this is your hometown, I wanted to make it special.”
“Aww, baby. That’s so sweet. What’s on the agenda for tonight?”
“It’ll be just us. I didn’t plan anything with your family because you won’t be able to hide your growing belly very long.”
“You’re right. So, what are we doing?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
A few hours later, we enjoyed a delicious dinner at one of the restaurants downtown. When we pulled up to the Chicago Theatre and I read the marquee, I was in complete and utter shock.
“You didn’t?”
“You don’t—”
“Don’t play with me. I had no idea he’d schedule another show.”
“When I looked up things to do in Chicago for this weekend, this was the first thing that popped up. Happy Early Birthday!”
Phyre had gotten us tickets to see Jeezy’s Symphonic Black-Tie Tour to celebrate the 20th Anniversary of Thug Motivation 101. I had mentioned missing the show he’d had a few months prior because I was out of town on an assignment and had no idea he was coming back.
“Baby, you’re the best. Thank you so much.”
For the next two and a half, almost three hours, you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t about that life. In my black, formal gown, I was on my feet all night, and you couldn’t tell me I didn’t make it snow back in the day.
By the time we were picked up, my cute little bob and formal gown were sweated out. I hadn’t had that much fun in years, and the only thing missing was my best friend.
“I’m gon’ suck your dick so good when we get back to the room,” I promised Phyre.
His hand went to the waistband of his pants, and before I could blink, his dick was exposed and standing at attention.
“Why wait?” he questioned with a wink.
“Say less.”
Before the driver pulled away from the curb, Phyre’s dick was hitting the back of my throat.