chapter Thirty-Three
Trust Me
Toby
“Do you really think we should have moved out of your parents’,” Kamara asks, wringing her hands.
I turn on my side, to look up at her. She’s been sitting up in bed, worrying for about thirty minutes now. I can see the tension in her face.
I blow out a deep breath and cup her face, turning it towards me. “Everything is going to be fine. We’re safer than we’ve ever been. We’ll stay here at the apartment, until Noah gets the house to his liking,” I reassure her.
“We could have stayed there until then,” she replies, sucking her lip into her mouth.
I can see in her eyes that her thoughts are everywhere. I sit up, pulling her to straddle my lap. Rubbing her back, I connect our foreheads.
“No…we couldn’t have. I haven’t fuck my wife the right way in weeks. I needed out of my parents’ house,” I rasp.
Kamara breaks our connection, turning her head away from me. I can see the glow on her cheeks. I kiss her left cheek.
“Why, Mrs. Black are you still shy around me?” I chuckle.
I slide my hands down her back to cup her ass. Running my nose against her jawline. I tighten my grip, when her hips start to rock against my growing erection.
“See that, my girl isn’t shy at all,” I flick my tongue against her face.
“Toby, stop teasing,” Kamara huffs.
I chuckle and give my girl just what she needs. Time, affection, and a little of that dirty shit we both love. I spend the next hour breathing my wife.
~B~
Kamara
My heart shatters in my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever come so much or so hard in my life. My eyes roll back and I arch off the bed, as Toby rocks into me, over and over.
I thought I’d pass out from all the time he spent between my thighs with his face, but Toby wouldn’t have it. From the time, he eased his way inside me, Toby has had me tittering on the edge. All I could do was cling to his back.
It was when he dipped his head and latched onto my nipple that I could not hold on any longer. Between his warm mouth, his thick dick inside me, and the length of him rubbing my clit on every stroke, I was done for.
“Baby, Mara, I love you,” Toby groans, as he releases deep inside me.
We both take the time to catch our breath. I unwrap my legs from around his waist, stroking his slick back. Toby licks the sweat from my neck, then kisses a trail to my collarbone.
Toby has done a fine job of distracting me, but I still have concerns I plan to address. He rolls to his back, taking me along with him to settle against his chest. I wiggle a little to get comfortable.
“I had a talk with your mother,” I murmur.
Toby groans, his fingers moving to massage my scalp. “What about,” he sighs.
“She thinks this plan of yours will change things,” I say softly.
“That’s the point, Baby,” Toby yawns.
“Not like that, Toby. She believes it will change us,” I clarify.
“It might,” he huffs. “It will, but it’s a chance I’m willing to take. The Alliance will have to go through some hiccups, before it gets to where they plan, but it will be worth the price tag it comes with.”
“What price tag is that?”
“We will be tied to some of the most powerful families around the world. Some of them have not gotten their power from playing nice. To sit at the table, there will be a time or two I won’t be playing nice either,” he shrugs.
“I don’t think I like the way that sounds,” I lift my head to look up at him.
“Whether you like it or not, we’re going to have to fight one battle or another. I’ve tried this your way, your father’s way, and your brother’s. Now it’s time I do this my way,” Toby says firmly.
My head whips back. I’m not only surprised by his tone, but by the hardness in his face. I reach for the sheet to cover myself, as I sit up. I look down at Toby, searching his face.
“So, it begins. We are already changing, I see,” I state, more than ask.
“You’re my wife. Those are my children. I will not wait another day to have someone come for you. You and I are the king and queen of a people, Kamara. What example are we setting by hiding?
“If you ever want to claim your throne, I need to fix this, now. This can’t continue like this. I won’t continue like this,” Toby shakes his head in frustration.
“What if I don’t want to claim my throne?” I challenge.
“That doesn’t stop anyone from wanting to claim what’s yours and it doesn’t stop them from trying to hurt you and our children. Let me fix this, then you can decide if you want the throne or not,” I can see the plea in his eyes.
My shoulders sag. I know he is right. I am physically and mentally exhausted from all of this. I lie back down, resting my head against his chest.
“Promise we won’t lose ourselves. We won’t lose us,” I whisper after a few minutes of silence.
“There is no me without you. I promise we won’t lose the core of who we are. We will only lose that which keeps us from being who we are meant to be,” he says. “That is a promise I can give honestly.”
“It is one I can accept,” I exhale.