Epilogue
“No, no absolutely not,” Jayden yells from across the backyard running toward me and her father, “Unhand my mama you dirty old man.”
“Little girl this my wife, I will touch her when and how I please,” Sammie yells back giving my ass an extra squeeze, yanking me closer.
Lina is looking over at us shaking her head.
“Please stop,” James, our middle child, groans. “Your mothers are standing right over there.”
“Yeah, we’ve never seen y’all touch this much. It’s weird,” Jasmine, our oldest, chimes in.
“Stay out of grown folks business,” I toss at them, leaning in to kiss my husband between each word.
“I”
Kiss
“LOVE.”
Kiss
“MY.”
Kiss
“MAN.”
Kiss
“And he loves you too,” he smiles, leaning in and placing his lips at my ear. His hands caress the skin of my back left on display from the dress I chose, “I’m gone show you just how much later.”
“Ew,” James says, acting as if he’s going to vomit while following his sisters as they walk away to give us some privacy.
“We don’t have to wait until later,” I tell Sammie when the kids are out of ear shot. “You can take me in the house and lock the door, right now! They won’t even miss us.”
I was ready to kick out all our family and friends and get to the later.
Hosting a joint graduation party for Jasmine and Chanel, our friend Dion and Michelle’s oldest daughter, seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m regretting that decision.
Guests had been here for a good three hours and seeing everyone having a good time was nice but having alone time with my husband was better.
God, why did we have to be such good parents?
“Uh-uhn, Y’all standin’ too close. Back up before y’all make another baby out here,” Geraldine, Sammie’s mother, calls out from across the yard. “Come on and mingle with your guests.”
“Mama G, quit,” I giggle, making no attempt to leave my husband’s arms. “You weren’t thinkin’ about us until them kids said somethin’ and you ain’t a guest.”
“They just tryin’ to make sure ain’t no surprises in nine months. Shit, the way they been acting lately I’m surprised she ain’t come back pregnant from that anniversary trip,” I hear someone else comment.
“Me and you both,” Lina adds, handing a drink to Jeremiah, “ I thought I might have to give them the birds and bees talk again.”
“We are not that bad,” I defend.
“Yes, you are,” James quips. “Dad, you can afford to be away from mom for ten minutes while we set up the card tables. Come on over here and help me.”
Sammie gives me a chaste kiss before he reluctantly steps away, releasing his hold on me.
I watch as he walks over to help our son and fathers with the fold out chairs and tables.
I smile watching him lift the heavy object as he turns back to wink at me, continuing his task of lifting heavy objects.
The muscle shirt he wore shows off the bulge of his biceps with every move he makes.
It seemed like he was in slow motion just for my enjoyment.
“Girl, not you drooling over that man,” Michelle taunts playfully, bumping shoulders with me.
Her mocha skin glowed from whatever substance she had lathered herself in.
The neutral toned sundress looked anything but simple the way it fell over her silhouette showing off her well-toned frame.
Although we had met through our husbands, we had curated a friendship of our own.
“Yup, the same way you been drooling over yours,” I toss back playfully.
“If you only knew,” Michelle tells me, biting the corner of her lower lip and fanning herself as she stares off at her husband Dion assisting with the card table set up… I couldn’t blame her. Dion, much like Sammie, had aged very well.
“Girl, get yourself under control,” I huff playfully, bumping her hip then continue half-jokingly.
“The only people fucking in this house here are me and Sammie–although being a fly on the wall in you guys’ bedroom wouldn’t be an offer I think I’d be able to pass up.
Especially the way Dion is tracking your every move. Honey, I might need some pointers!”
“Girl, please. The way Sam barely wants to be more than five feet away from you tells me you do just fine on your own. Though if you're serious about you and Sam joining us for some fun, you are more than welcome,” Michelle’s tone is missing the playfulness it held earlier as she offers me a sweet smile, her gaze feeling like a caress on my skin as she ogled me up and down.
“D told me you went to the island but said Sam kept the details real hush-hush. If you ever want to talk about it, or not talk about it, you have my number.”
“I do,” I nod back, licking my lips while maintaining eye contact with my friend until I was sure I hadn’t mistaken her flirtation for friendliness.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip watching Michelle retreat.
Her walk is dripping in the surety that I would be watching even down to her adding a little extra sway in her hips.
Turning away I try to control the blush I feel blooming on my cheeks.
I grab a couple decks of cards trotting over to drop one on each table.
Our guests pounced at the chance to best each other under the lie of friendly competition.
When my grandfather pulled out his wallet, I knew things were about to get rowdy.
Sure enough like clockwork, thirty minutes of yelling, hands slapping on the table, and expressive gestures had everyone enthralled.
I make my way over to Sam who is sitting by the firepit talking to Dion and Michelle, sipping on a beer. I give them all an easy smile taking a seat in Sammie’s lap. The four drinks I consumed had gotten me to a nice buzz.
“We were just talking about you, baby,” my husband says, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“All good things I hope,” I joke, pulling back.
“Now you know this man wouldn’t dare speak ill of you. He’s stuck up your ass like a damn hemorrhoid,” Michelle giggles. I can tell she’s tipsy by the way she’s rubbing the back of Dion’s head. Michelle usually got touchy after a few drinks.
“Good, I like him in my ass and my everywhere else too,” I giggle back leaning into my husband I snuggle into his neck letting my hand glide down past his chest to rub his stiffening manhood and whisper, “I’d really like it if you were in me right now actually.”
I take his earlobe between my lips, sucking it gently to emphasize my point even further.
“The sooner we get inside, the sooner I get to have you in my mouth,” I whisper.
Michelle’s eyes are watching us intently, her thighs clench slightly trying to give her some relief.
I’m sure the light flush on her cheeks has something to do with Dion doing his own whispering in her ear.
One of his hands is wrapped around her middle pressing her further into the erection I’m sure is already poking at her back, the other rubbing against her hip.
“Would you like an audience tonight, Evie baby,” Sammie’s breath is hot against my ear. His finger brushes against the fabric of my dress that covers my pebbled nipples, “Do you want me to show Chelle and D how wet your pussy gets for an audience?”
I try to suppress the moan that bubbles in my throat but fail. Instead of trying to speak I just nod enthusiastically like the fiend I am.
“D give us a few minutes then answer the FaceTime,” Sammie says.
Without another word we stand and make our way to the glass doors. Glancing back, I see Dion and Michelle slipping out of the side gate as they shout their goodbyes with a wave.
“There go them two nasty muthafuckas,” I hear Mama G shout as we step inside, locking the door behind us.
If only she knew.