Chapter Gills
Gills
Journei was afraid of losing me as I was of losing her. My son was in her womb. Plus, my soul was tied to hers. It didn’t get any deeper than that. The love I had for that woman was far more dangerous than any assault I had in store for her wife.
I held her, but the tears she released hurt me. The pain and worry could be felt through her sobs.
I wasn’t leaving my family behind for nobody else to love except me. I had them by any means necessary, and killing Alexis was necessary.
The last time I cried was when my granny thought she would lose me to the streets. The way she prayed and begged God to change me low key broke me. But the tears Journei Noelle Evans brought out of me were different.
I was attached to the life we created and addicted to the life we were building. Every life I was to take from Alexis on forward would be for them. No one else mattered except them. They came before any and all.
“Mama, I promise you will never have to do anything alone. When I leave, understand I’ll be coming home to both of y’all,” I said and placed my hand on top of her stomach. My son kicked, bringing a smile to my face.
A subtle nod, kiss on my left bicep, and squeeze of the hand from her relaxed me. Thinking of the negatives presented my sensitive side. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed a Kleenex for us both to clean our faces.
A comfortable silence surrounded us as we sat wrapped around each other’s limbs. My next topic would change the atmosphere, but it was a conversation that needed to be held. I gave her a minute to get herself together.
“Jourdell,” was all I could get out before she stopped my sentence.
“No. I don’t want shit to do with him, Christian. Stop fuckin’ bringing him up to me.”
“He wants to start over. I would beg and plead my son to give me another chance ’til I was blue in the face if that’s what it took to get him to say yes. He messed up… bad. And probably deserves to die lonely, but don’t write him off. He’s had time to change.”
“My mother can’t come back from his change. I can’t love properly due to his abuse and neglect. Why is it always me havin’ to be the bigger person when those muthafuckas hurt me first?”
I understood everything she dished out. She was still grieving over her mother as well as healing from her father’s actions. She was low on second chances.
“Mama, as a parent, you fear things. I fear I’ll be taken away from my son before time.
My parents died in a plane crash. I turned to the streets because I felt unloved, even though Granny was still here tryin’ to raise me.
Maybe he acted the way he did due to somethin’ internally.
You never know until you ask him real questions while he’s sober. ”
“Questions bring unknown answers. I don’t know what that man will say. It’s just a lot goin’ on right now, and he’s not makin’ it any better. I want to be left alone for a minute, damn.”
Her frustration was evident. Life was hittin’ her over the head with a ton of bricks and didn’t seem to let up any time soon.
“Can you think about it for me? When I get back, we can discuss it further. Until then…”
My hand moved from her stomach to her canal. The warmth it possessed always had me ready to get inside and never come out. It was my personal fruit basket to eat and faucet when thirsty.
We were together every day, but the drama threw wrenches in our sexual quality time. In such little time, I knew what her body needed to relax and release stress.
A hand around her throat always caused her fluids to exude without hesitation. Add some pressure to her pearl, and that fruit basket would overlay with cream. The thought of what she could do had me too excited.
“What are you… ssss, doin’, baby?”
“Give me what I want, mama,” I whispered in her ear.
She moved from between my legs and stood on the side of the bed for me to undress her. That was my favorite thing to do. I had the pleasure to kiss whatever exposed. Her vitiligo didn’t stop her skin from being smooth and silky.
The T-shirt dress she wore allowed effortless access to her. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her dress over her head. The fact that her undergarments weren’t worn made it that much easier.
I sat and admired her body. Some probably would’ve preferred someone with even skin, but Journei’s skin was her best feature. I immediately leaned in and kissed her stomach.
Her protruding belly carried my son, which enhanced her beauty. Her breasts were swollen, filling with milk for him, and her hips were spreading. Pregnancy fit her.
After undressing myself, I lay in the middle of the bed bare, ready for every wave she wanted me to crash into. She climbed on the bed and went to straddle me when I stopped her. I hadn’t had my serving of fruit for the day.
“Start from the top and work your way down,” I said, insinuating for her to ride my face.
A sinister grin appeared on her face as she crawled to the head of the bed, taking a seat on my face as she would a chair. Her natural fumes allured me every time.
Once her folds touched my flesh, I went to work. The objective was to put make her tap out and grace me with as many orgasms her body could release. The fiend in me needed a fix.
“Mmm. You eat me so good,” escaped her lips as she did a slow grind on my face.
Journei was a sinful pleasure that I engaged in willingly. The more our bodies became one, the more dangerous I became in protecting her. To not hear her moan my name again would drive me crazy.
“Cum for me, mama.”
I was in a world of my own devouring my woman as if it would be my last. The way her leg would shake when my tongue picked up the pace on her pearl boosted my ego times ten.
“Christiannnn!”
Callin’ my name meant she was near, and I would have the nectar I so desperately wanted. Her name was spelt numerous times between her folds as well as mine.
When she released, I tried my best to insert my head in her tiny opening. I wanted my cause of death to be from drowning in mama’s juices. Her fluids were too good to spill. One position down. Three more to go!
Journei was sleeping peacefully while an internal debate was happenin’ beside her. I was torn between leaving while she slept or waiting until she was awake and giving her the opportunity to make me feel guilty for leaving.
Because I loved her dangerously, my plans needed to go into play tonight. She was goin’ to be pissed, but she would be safe and unharmed. That was my only concern.
I slipped out of bed and got dressed as quickly as I could. The sexual activities we performed put her in a coma. She hadn’t moved since she closed her eyes. I was thankful for that.
“I love y’all, mama. A few days, that’s all I ask.”
A kiss was placed on her temple before I detached our souls temporarily. Christian was who she fell in love with, but Hades was who would take over once I was on the other side of that door.
I was able to creep my way through the house without waking Granny up… or so I thought. It was three in the morning, and she was wide awake. She was sitting at the kitchen table sipping on hot tea. I believed she was waiting for me.
“That girl about to go through hell to get to you. Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
“This my family. Journei may be her wife legally, but that’s all me. Her mind, body, and soul belonged to me from the moment I laid eyes on her. That bitch knew what it was. I’m the intended target, not Journei.”
“Well, hello to you too, Hades. I had a feeling that was you. Like I told you when you were a boy, handle your business, show no mercy, and get yo’ black tail self back home so I don’t worry. Take them girls with you.”
I chuckled as she exited the kitchen. My granny knew every soul I collected and didn’t judge me. I had her approval to unleash the underworld, so the gates were officially open.