Phyre’s Epilogue
For thirteen years, I’d prayed for moments like this. To be lying with my head on Ginae’s lap, with her pussy only inches away from my mouth while she rubbed my head, was nothing short of amazing. Our journey to this moment could be made into a movie, and I’d watch it over and over again.
From the moment Ginae accepted the assignment to work in my office, life came at us fast. We were forced to slow down, release what we knew as love in the past, and embrace the new love of the present and future.
“Have you talked to your father lately?” Ginae asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Last week. He wants to see Phinley.”
“It has been a while since he last saw her. She probably won’t remember him.”
“I’m sure she won’t.”
“What’s he been up to?” she asked.
“Shit if I know. He sounds sad, lonely, and regretful every time I talk to him, which isn’t often.”
“A small part of me feels bad for him.”
“You shouldn’t. He did this to himself.”
After I found out my father had been sleeping with Linda, I gave him thirty days to confess his sins to my mother and sister. The nigga literally waited until the thirtieth day, and we may as well call that day Bloody Monday, because all hell broke loose.
My mother was devastated and heartbroken, but more importantly, she was pissed.
My father all but begged for my presence, and thank God, I agreed to be there.
Clementine Jordan beat his ass for a good ten minutes before I pulled her away from him.
He knew he was wrong, so he took every blow like a man.
Plus, had he even looked like he was thinking about putting his hands on my mother, I would’ve laid his ass out.
“He did,” she agreed. “Now he’s living the sad and lonely life he deserves.”
“I’m sure he thought he’d skip off into the sunset with Linda once the divorce was final. Hell, I kinda thought he would too.”
“Me too. She was no better than him. Not only was she sleeping with a married man, but she had that married man thinking her son was his.”
“He got played.”
“Are you gonna take Phinley to see him?” she asked, slightly changing the subject.
“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about asking Phoenix if she wants to tag along with baby Kevyn. I’m done talking about that nigga, though. I’ve been inhaling your essence for the past fifteen minutes. You got my mouth watering, and my dick is hard as fuck.”
I lifted my head before sitting up and looking into my wife’s dreamy eyes. She was my peace. She was my joy. She was my heart. She was, literally, my everything.
“Is that right?”
I nodded. “What do you want me to do first, . . . eat it or beat it?”
She smiled as she scooted down on the bed until she was on her back, with her head propped on the pillow and her legs open.
“You choose.”
I licked my lips. “Say less.”
I wasted no time crawling between her legs and burying my face in my favorite place.
“Ahh shit! I love you, Phyre.”
“I love you more, Sweetness,” I mumbled against her pussy lips.
I had no doubt that the fire between us would burn until the end of time.
THE END