Chapter Five
Trinity
It’s been a week since Cliff lawyered up, and Chief is beside himself. Cliff’s attorney is trying to plea bargain, but Law stepped up and said the only way the state, in which he’s assisting in this case, will accept a plea deal, is if he relinquishes all paternal rights to Shelby, and any claim he believes he has on Claree. Chief was joking around the other night, and thinks we should let DJ in the room with him, cameras off of course, he thinks she’ll get him to agree. I heard about the day she found Starla down the street and what interrogation techniques she used. It causes a shiver to run down my spine, because when I think of DJ, I don’t see this badass chick that everyone keeps boasting about. I see my sassy friend, with a heart of gold who would give someone the shirt off her back if they needed it. She’s so well put together, which I’m sure stems from her childhood, that you’d never imagine her taking on someone the way she did. My equipment arrived this morning, so once I got Claree to school, Shelby and I came home, and I hooked my new laptop and printer up in the corner of the living room.
Shelby is quietly playing on the floor with her toys, while the television is playing Sponge Bob SquarePants. Whoever comes up with this stuff deserves a medal, it keeps her entertained for hours. I prefer the learning shows, but first thing in the mornings I’ll let her watch whatever grabs her attention while I get things done that need to have my undivided attention...ie putting together my files, etc. I’m not the type of parent who allows the television to be a babysitter, but sometimes I need her otherwise occupied and will take advantage of that fact. Once everything is set up, I get Shelby off the floor and go get her a morning snack that consists of mixed fruit...which she loves.
“Want some juice, Shelby?”
“Juice,” she repeats back to me. She’s started talking more in the last day or so.
“Juice it is, apple or white grape?”
“Grape,” she squeals in delight. I’ve noticed it’s her favorite, but I try to mix it up. Too many acids aren’t good on her tummy, so we not only mix juice throughout the day, but we add water and milk to her choices.
She was in daycare, and I am still considering that, but for now, I want her home. The girls come over frequently, and when I asked how they could do that, DJ said that Braxton had hired an assistant, who stays in the office all the time, so she only has to go in and do payroll and stuff once a week, sometimes twice. Cara, on the other hand, is able to come and go at will, she said, as long as all the work is caught up. I’m not sure who, or where I’d trust Shelby’s well-being at, since she now has seizures, but I know she needs the interaction of others. Thankfully, she’s only had one so far since I’ve had her home. It was scary as hell, but we got through it, with just a few tears from Claree, and me. I have to chart them for the doctor, to see if we have to change any of her medicines. Both girls are otherwise, settling in, and I’m happy to see that they’ve gained weight. They also laugh a lot, and are more carefree, than they were in the beginning. They’ve brought love and laughter into my life, that I hadn’t been aware was missing, until they paved their way into my heart. These girls have taught me patience, understanding and companionship. And Chief, I don’t even have the right words to express what it is that he’s given me. I feel more self-assured, and complacent with myself, than I have in all of my years. Nowadays, when I look in the mirror I don’t see that girl who has been broken down by those in my past, I see a woman who is strong and belongs. I belong, for the first time in my life, and I owe so much to him, and the women and men, of RGMC.
I mean, it wasn’t like I had a bad life before. I ended up in foster care, when I was eight, after my parents died. They were both only children, and my grandparents were too old, and infirm to take on a rambunctious eight-year-old. Unfortunately, I was over that ‘special age’ that most folks look at when adopting kids, so I moved from house to house until I wound up in a group home. Group homes need improvement with their care...that was the place that made me decide to go into the field I’m working in now. I think my feelings of ‘less than’ started there, then they were compounded when I dated my ex, who used every chance he could to make himself feel superior to me. Thank goodness Deanna entered my life. And Cara and DJ. Those women have shown me I’m every bit as good as anyone else. Of course, Chief seems to like me just fine. At thoughts of him, my face heats up.
“Up!” Shelby says bringing me out of my musings.
“Are you done, pretty girl? That was good, huh?”
“Yes,” she says. I know she’s only using one-word syllables when communicating, but you understand what she says, and I’ll take it for now. I hope to have her on track soon and caught up with her age bracket. The doctor seemed to think it had more to do with her living conditions than her injury. I know Claree did what she could, but she’s just a child herself and from what I gather, she was more intent on keeping them both quiet so as not to upset that man. I won’t dignify my thoughts with his name. He’s reprehensible for what he’s done to both my girls. My heart breaks seeing the scars on Claree’s back from his belt and the cigarettes. There aren’t many, but it’s enough that I’ve already mentally decided to contact a plastic surgeon so if she wants them fixed, we can get it done. She’s a beautiful little girl and I can see that I’m going to be kept on my toes when she gets old enough to date. Because, despite Chief’s protestations, she’s gonna date.
My phone rings as I’m cleaning Shelby up.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Miss Trinity?” Hearing Claree’s voice causes me to mentally freak out.
“I... umm...I just started my period, I think. It’s my first one ever, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Sweetie, where are you?”
“In the bathroom,” she whispers.
“Stay there, honey, I’m coming. I’ll pick you up and bring you home.” Looks like it's’ time for a girl to girl chat.
I call Chief and when he answers, I ask, “Are you busy?”
“No, why?”
“Can you come and watch Shelby for a little bit?”
“Why? Is everything okay?”
“Because I need to go get Claree from school.”
“I can go get Claree.”
“No! She...she needs me. She needs a woman right now. Not an overly inflated male ego.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Not doing this on the phone with you, can you come watch Shelby or not?”
“I’ll be there in ten,” he says, and I text Claree to let her know to sit tight and I’ll be there shortly.
I call the school and inform them of the situation, they’re sending the school nurse down to sit with her until I can get there.
Making sure that Shelby is safe in the playpen, I go into Claree’s room and grab her a clean pair of panties and some dark jeans, then go into my room. Guess for the time being, one of my pads will have to do. We’ll stop on the way home and get the stuff she needs. Thank goodness I have some, I have wicked periods and go through supplies like water. I hope she doesn’t suffer the same pains I go through, mine are enough to drop me to my knees. I need to go see the gynecologist, but I just have never had the time. My job is very demanding, and time is of the essence, when it comes to getting kids out of dangerous situations.
I hear Chief say, “Hey, pretty girl,” so I grab what I need and hurry back into the living room.
“So, what’s wrong with Claree?” he asks.
I sigh because I know he’s not going to let this one go. “She got her period at school.”
“Is she okay? Is she old enough?” He starts shooting questions at me left and right.
“Yes, she’s old enough. Some girls start sooner and some start later. I don’t know if she’s okay, but apparently, she needs to change her clothes. I’m bringing her home, so I can talk to her about all of it.”
“She’s too young for that talk,” he states, folding his hands across his chest. Nope, no time for the caveman today.
“No, she’s not, Turk. Do you know how many girls younger than her are already having sex? How many pre-teen and teen pregnancies there are every year?”
Grabbing my purse and keys, I say, “Shelby just had a snack and was changed so she should be good. I’ll be back as quick as I can.”
Before I can leave, he reaches out for me and pulls me into a hug. “Just worried about her, Trin. She’s gotta be scared out of her mind.”
“I know, Turk. I’ll get my girl straight.”
“Our girl,” he growls out at me.
I look up at him and I know he can see the confusion on my face because he continues, “All of you are mine, Trinity. I thought you knew that by now.”
“You act like you’re in love with me, Turk.” I say thinking it couldn’t possibly be true...right?
“Because I am, sweetness. Never thought it would happen to me again, but there ya go. I love you and these two girls more than I can say.”
Well, damn. I’m getting those three little words and can’t even take the time to bask in them, because my sweet girl, is in a bathroom at school dealing with her first period. Leaning up, I cup his jaw and say, “I love you, too, Turk Dennison, but I’ve got to go get our girl.”
“First, say it again,” he says grabbing me back into his arms.
“I love you, Turk.” He smiles at me, swats my ass, and sends me on my way...men! I roll my eyes and walk out the door. I’m on a mission, saving my...our girl from embarrassment, and future harassment.
I arrive at the school, check in, and haul myself to where she is. “Okay, sweetie, I’m here,” I say as I walk into the girl’s bathroom. The nurse nods, before she leaves, as I quickly figure out what stall she’s in. Handing the bag over the door, I say, “Got you clean panties and jeans, and a pad to put in the panties. I know it’ll be big, but it’ll work for right now until we can stop at the drugstore on our way home. We need to get things more teen friendly, something more comfortable for you to wear. Just put your panties and pants, in that bag, and we’ll soak them when we get home.” I know I’m chattering, but I can tell from the sniffles, that she’s scared, and maybe even embarrassed. When the door finally unlocks, and she steps through, I can see from how swollen her eyes are, that she’s been crying for awhile now. “Oh, honey, it’s okay,” I say, and pull her into a hug. “Let’s get you home, okay? I got the rest of your work from your other teachers.”
“Thank you, Miss Trinity,” she whispers. “I...my mom told me about it, and we had the girls talk in health, but I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“Well, everyone’s is different. Are you hurting?” I ask, as we walk out of the school, and toward my car.
“A little bit. It feels like a bad stomach ache,” she says, placing a hand over her tummy.
“Okay, we’re going to stop at the drugstore and get stuff just for you, including your own heating pad and some medicine you can take. Then, I think we need to go through McDonald’s and get us all some lunch.”
“Wait, where’s Shelby?” she asks, her voice panicking.
“Chief is watching her.”
“Does...does he know?”
“He does, yes, but only because he wanted to come pick you up himself.”
“I’m so embarrassed,” she mutters, holding her head down.
“It’s a part of life, and if he’s going to be involved with our little family, he’s got to get used to it, because there are three ladies in the house,” I tell her as we buckle up. “Plus, mine are really bad.”
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“That Shelby and I are your family?”
My heart soars at the hopefulness I hear in her voice. “Yeah, sweetie, y’all are, and as soon as all the paperwork gets done, I want to adopt you both. Is that okay?”
“I think we’d like that,” she says with a tear trickling down her cheek. I place my hand on her knee and give it a squeeze. She smiles at me, and I can’t wait to give her that security she’s been missing since her mother’s passing.
We make it to the drugstore and go in, grabbing a cart because knowing me, I’ll see other things we have to have. Heading down to the feminine hygiene aisle, I grab the correct size pads she’s going to need, then when I don’t see an age-appropriate pain reliever, I go to the pharmacy. “Excuse me, don’t you have teen Midol or something like it?” I ask the clerk.
“We had to start keeping it behind the counter,” she replies before turning around and grabbing a box.
I thank her, and we head down the heating pad aisle, where I grab two. Mine is about shot, so I figure may as well get it now, since mine is due to hit any day now. Just thinking about it has my stomach clenching. It’ll be the first one I’ve had since taking in the girls, and I’m worried I won’t be able to handle their needs. “Okay, the last thing you need is a small calendar,” I tell her.
“Why do I need that?” she asks.
“You can keep track of when it starts and when it finishes, and that will let you know roughly when the next one will come. Since it’s your first, it may take a few months to get any kind of schedule, but this way, we can make sure you always have your supplies. And I’ll get you a small bag to carry in your backpack with some pads, just in case. You won’t be able to take your meds to school, it’s against policy, but I can take a bottle to the nurse. You’ll be able to go see her if your cramps become intolerable.”
“Thank you, Miss Trinity.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for, sweetie. We’re family, and family takes care of each other’s welfare and needs.”
Chief
Shelby is rubbing her eyes, so I take her to her room and lay her in bed.
“Story,” she says to me. When she looks at me with those big eyes of hers, I can resist her nothing.
“Sure, sweetie, what do you want to read?”
“Kitties!” she exclaims. I walk over to the shelf and see a book about some Mischief Kitties and their adventures. There are two, so I grab one and walk over to her bed. By the time I’m done reading it, I’m fascinated by the adventures these animals go on. It had me cracking up as I read it to her. I can’t wait until the next time I get to read to her, we’re definitely getting that second book in there. I’d read it myself, but I don’t want Trinity to walk in with Shelby fast asleep, and catch me reading a children's book. I hear the door open and realize that Claree and Trinity are back. My poor girl is hurting, and I’m sure she’s embarrassed on top of it. I head out of Shelby’s room, and back into the living room, where I see Trinity handing Claree a bag. She ducks her head as she passes me, and without thinking, I pull her close into a hug. “Don’t be ashamed, Claree, it’s one hundred percent normal,” I whisper, before kissing her head, and letting her go. She nods without looking at me, and heads toward the bathroom.
“Do you want me to stay or go?” I ask Trinity.
“What do you want to do?” she asks me, and there’s a multitude of things I’d like to be doing with her right now. None of them are appropriate with a teenager in the house, however, so I just tell her, “I’d like to stay and hang out if that’s alright with you.”
“We’re going to need ice cream,” she states.
“I’m on that,” I reply. “Any particular flavors?”
“We need to make sure we have chocolate for Claree, I’m pretty easy though.”
I grit my teeth at the easy statement, damn boy, down...ain’t nothing happening right now. Tonight, that’s it, I’ll stay the night and have my wicked way with my woman. Hearing those words earlier cements my desire to have her under or over me while she repeats them. Repeatedly. Needing to place my thoughts elsewhere I ask, “Do I need to do a store run?”
“That might not be a bad idea. I know when it’s that time for me, I want comfort foods, so I’ll probably make a meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner, only I don’t have anything to make them with.”
I grin at her and say, “Write a list, woman. I’ll go grab what you need. Plan on me being here tonight.” When her eyes widen, I step close and pull her in for a kiss. “No way I’m not gonna be with you when our girl is going through this.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Every. Single. Word. Of. It.” I make sure to enunciate each word said so she gets it.
“Thank you, Turk. You’ve become a very important staple in each one of our lives.”
“Haven’t you realized it yet?”
“Realize what?”
“That there is no getting rid of me, I’m here for the long haul, baby. Get your mind wrapped around that fact, settle in with it, and then let’s move forward. No more doubts.”
“Okay.” Her voice is so small I barely hear her.
Raising her chin, I look at her and say, “I love you, Trinity Adams. You and those two girls. You three are everything to me.”
“Wow,” she says, as if my statement has stunned her.
“Now, about that list?”
Trinity
With Chief off to the store, I go to check on the girls. Shelby is still napping, her Poppy clutched in her arms. Covering her back up, I go and knock on the bathroom door. “Claree?”
She opens the door and I can see she has taken a shower. “Did you figure everything out?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she replies.
“Chief ran to the store for stuff for dinner, how about you go and eat some lunch, and I’ll get you some meds?” I ask her, taking the dirty clothes from her arms. “I’ll get these in to soak.”
“I’m sorry. They’re probably ruined now,” she cries out.
“Honey, let me tell you something, there’s not a woman alive on this planet who hasn’t ‘ruined’ many a pair of panties when they were caught off-guard by their period. If they’re ruined, we’ll throw them out and buy more, okay?”
“Okay.”
I get her settled in the kitchen, with her lunch, while I grab the bottle of pills I got at the pharmacy. Reading the directions, I take two out and put them by her plate. “These may make you sleepy, but I figured we could watch movies and take it easy. Understand, though, that we can’t do this every month, but the first one? Yeah, we can so take the day off, and lounge around.” I need her to understand that the world doesn’t stop turning, but today’s not the day. A girl’s first period is traumatic, and overwhelming, and I want to be here to help her through this day. I didn’t have that, and I’m determined to give my girls the comfort they need, with whatever it is they face and comes about.
I’ve got her laying on the couch, with a heating pad, after having talked to her about how to take care of things, and how often she should check herself. She’s lightly dozing, and I’m thinking of everything, and nothing when Chief comes strolling back in, his arms laden with bags. “I know I didn’t have that much on the list!” I say seeing him walk through the door.
“No, but I picked up a few more things.” Figures, give a man a list and he completely goes off script. He’s different than most men though, most run in and get what they have to, and run out. My man, however, is thorough in everything he does. My face heats thinking of just how thorough he is when we’re in bed together. “What’s got you blushing?” he asks, as he puts the groceries away.
“Um, nothing.” I quickly get out.
“Nothing my ass,” he states, walking toward me until I’m pinned between the counter and his body. “Now, spill it.”
“Just thinking about how thorough you are in everything you do,” I reply.
“I’ll be reminding you of that fact a little later tonight,” he says, a smirk on his face. I feel the blush rise on my face, and duck my head, so he can’t see.
“Don’t hide from me, gorgeous.”
“I’m not hiding.” I say, getting myself busy by making bowls of ice cream. I need to keep busy so I don’t have to look him in the eyes.
“I’ll give you this play, this time,” he says, and I roll my eyes at his macho-like manners. Swear, I’m going to have to keep on my toes with this man or he’ll steam roll right over me.
Chief
We spend the day watching movies and hanging out with the girls. Claree spent some time doing her homework/daily classwork, and seems to be feeling a bit better, which is good. I hate the thought that she is in pain. Hell, who am I kidding, I don’t want any of them to feel any kind of pain. Those girls have suffered enough. “I need to put the meatloaf in,” Trinity says.
“I’ll help you,” I reply, standing and helping her off the couch. I love feeling her pressed against me and if that makes me a pussy, so be it. I own that shit. “Do you want me to peel the potatoes?” I ask as we walk into the kitchen.
“That would be a big help,” she replies.
“C’mere, woman,” I tell her. When she walks over toward me, I can see the sass flowing off her and I grin.
“What?” she asks, her voice sounding very sassy.
“Give me those lips,” I say needing to taste her.
“What? Here? The girls are just in the other room.”
“They need to get used to seeing my lips attached to yours. It’s going to be happening frequently, no shame in public displays of affection.”
“Well, they probably didn’t have a good example before,” she murmurs leaning closer.
“Which is why we’re going to give them one now.”
“Your ideas of a good example and mine are completely different it seems.”
“What they need to see is how two people in love interact with each other. We need to let them know that love isn’t supposed to be hidden. Not behind closed doors and not behind a slap. Love is to be treasured and protected. Coveted and nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Oh, Chief, you’re full of surprises,” she says to me.
“I prefer the term mysterious,” he says on a chuckle. “Can’t lay out all of my cards on the table.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be the woman who maintains all the mystery?”
“Nah, baby. Can’t let you have all the fun, now can I? We need to learn new things about each other, every day I find something else I love about you.”
She rolls her eyes at me and sits down at the table, picking up a potato and the knife. Guess we’re working on dinner, but later, she’s not escaping the talk I wanna have with her. It’s time.
“I thought I was peeling the potatoes?” I ask her.
“We’ll do it together,” she replies.
“I like that thought, babe.”
Man my woman can cook! Hell, I keep eating like this and I’ll have to add an extra workout or ten to my week, so I don’t start showing the effects of her food. Then again, I know that she’s trying to get the girls to a healthier weight than they both are, so she’s cooking good food, just a bit heavy on the calories. We’ve got dinner done and the girls are fresh from their baths. I could hear Shelby’s giggles and ‘bubbles’ said repeatedly as I scrolled through Netflix.
“Read,” Shelby says, lifting her arms toward me as she comes toddling into the living room. I look at Trinity and she nods.
“I’ve gotta make sure Claree is squared away for tonight,” she says before heading back down the hallway.
“Looks like it’s you and me, Kiddo,” I say, picking Shelby up, and heading towards her and Claree’s bedroom.
“Kitties!” Shelby squeals as we enter her room. Looks like I’ll get to read book two after all. Good, I wanna know what kinda shit they get into this time. I’m nearly done reading, and doing my best not to die laughing at the visual of a cat having a meltdown over the ‘water chamber of death’ when I notice that Shelby is sound asleep. Do I finish? Or go. Curiosity wins out. I continue reading out loud, pretending I don’t notice that she’s fast asleep next to me. When I’m done, still chuckling, just picturing two cats covered in glitter, and another of the cats imagining that his sibling has turned into a ‘bampire’, I lean over and cover her up and give her a kiss.
Back in the living room, I see Trinity softly talking to Claree, so I go into the kitchen and grab a beer for me, and a glass of wine for her. She doesn’t drink often, but for the discussion I wanna have, she’ll probably need it. Liquid courage and all that jazz. Once Claree heads off to bed, I hand her the glass and she raises her eyebrows up at me in question.
“What’s this for?” she asks.
“Wanna talk to you, sweetness,” I state, sitting next to her.
“And apparently, you think I need to be drunk, for this conversation? I hate those words, we need to talk, they always make me feel like I’ve done something wrong,” she mutters before taking a sip of her wine.
“You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart, but there’s been something weighing on my mind lately.”
“And what’s that?” she asks. I can hear the cautious tone in her voice, and I long to pull her close.
“I wanna tell you where I see this heading,” I start, “because you need to know. We’ve got church tomorrow and I’m claiming you as my old lady. You good with that?”
The look she gives me can only be described as stunned. “Really?” she whispers.
“Yeah, babe, really. And I know you’re planning on adopting the girls and giving them your last name. I want all of us to have the same last name.”
“Turk...what are you saying?”
“I want you to be my wife, Trinity, and I want that before you go through the adoption so that the girls will be ours.”
I see tears well up in her eyes, “Isn’t it a bit soon to be talking marriage though, Turk?”
“Are you mine?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“If you’re my old lady, in the eyes of the club, we’ll be as good as married. There is no divorce between old ladies and their old men. We’re solid, and as far as we go, I see us as forever.”
“But we don’t know everything there is to know about one another.”
“We have a lifetime to learn that kind of thing, sweetheart. Remember when we were talking about being mysterious to each other and learning new things daily? That’s what I was referring to.”
“Are...are you sure?” And... this is where her ex obviously fucked with her head. Why she should think I would question how I feel is beyond me.
“I’m so fucking sure that if the courthouse were open right now, I’d drive us there and get married.”
She starts to giggle before saying, “I think there’s a waiting period.”
“Wanted you to see how serious I was,” I tell her. “What do you think of us finding out when you’ll be able to adopt the girls and having the judge perform our ceremony? We can have a reception at the clubhouse. We can kill two birds with one stone, as the saying goes. You know Nan, and your girls, would be all over that shit. That way, it would be the four of us, our family, on the day we all get the same name.”
By now, she’s quietly crying, so I put my beer down, grab her wine glass, and put it on the table next to my beer, and pull her into my arms. “Why are you crying, sweetness?” I ask.
“I never thought I would have this,” she says, sobbing into my chest.
About this time, Claree walks down the hallway. “What’s wrong, Miss Trinity?”
“I... I’m happy, sweetie,” she says, tears still streaming down her face.
“When I’m happy, I laugh,” Claree replies.
“These are happy tears.”
“How?” she asks.
“Chief and I are going to get married and adopt you and Shelby,” she states.
I watch as Claree’s eyes grow wide before her lip starts to tremble. Fuck. Two crying women. There are no right words here I just know it. Pulling Claree close into a hug, I let the two of them cry. My shirt is becoming drenched, and I make a mental note, to take it off next time these ladies decide to share their joy. Happy tears? Whatever. I just know the guys would give me shit about this, but I’m the happiest I’ve ever been next to the day I patched into the RGMC. I’m claiming all three of you tomorrow at church.”
“You go to church?” Claree asks, dumbfounded.
“Not that kind of church, sweetheart.”
“What other kind of church is there?” she ask putting her hands on her hips. I smile at her moxy coming out to play. It’s good to see her standing her ground.
“The kind where we go over everything going on with our club.”
“Sounds sacrilegious to me, shouldn’t you call it a club meeting or something else?” Claree states.
“You’ll learn about club life, Claree. Now, don’t you have school tomorrow?” Time to get the mini-inquisitor off to bed so I can celebrate with my woman.
“I was just coming to get a glass of water.”
“Do you need any pain relief?” I ask her, worriedly.
“No, sir, was just thirsty.”
“Alright, grab a bottle then off to bed with ya.” She giggles, but I get an elbow to the ribs, from my fiancé. God, I love saying that word with knowing Trinity is attached to the other end of it. I couldn’t picture myself with anyone other than her.
“C’mon, sweetness, time for us to hit the hay.” I see the disappointment in her eyes thinking that all I want to do is sleep. Nope, but we’ll wait until I know that Claree is asleep, so that means a little bit of play time before the main event.
“Turk,” she moans as I continue stroking her with my tongue and fingers. “I want you.”
Rolling over, I sit up with my back to the headboard and say, “Come ride, baby. I wanna see you sliding down my dick, and taking all of me, while I play with your breasts, and kiss you.” The wanton look she gives me is nearly my undoing as she straddles me, so my dick is right at her entrance.
“Never done this,” she murmurs.
“Lots of positions, sweetness, and I imagine we’ll get through most of them.”
“Tonight?” she asks.
I burst into laughter at her question. I may have some serious stamina, but there’s no way we’d work through all the ways I want to take her. Nope. “Not tonight, sweetness. But I’m thinking we’ll get another round in before we fall asleep.” Shower sex. I’ve been wanting it, and tonight I’m getting it, dammit. She just doesn't know it yet.
“Now, ride, woman,” I command, cupping both breasts, and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. She’s so fucking responsive to my touch, and words, and it turns me on, more than I ever thought possible. Lifting up, she slowly sinks down on my length, and I see her shiver, as my piercings hit every spot inside. Leaning in, I take one nipple in my mouth, and nip and suck at it, as she starts to move. Fuck, she’s killing me, I know it, because I already feel like I’m gonna come. Grasping her hips, I plunge myself deep inside of her, and set a punishing pace. As she rises, I lower my hips, then we come together with a slap of skin, that is driving me wild. “You gonna come for me, woman?” I ask, my breath coming hard and fast.
Her body is writhing on me and she’s added a swivel when she comes down and I know I’m hitting her clit. Must. Get. My. Woman. Off. First. Determined not to break the man code completely, I move one of my hands down into the wetness, that’s covering me, and dip my thumb in before stroking over her clit. A few strokes later, I feel her as she detonates over me, her orgasm causing a ripple effect down my dick, that would be painful, if I cared to think about it, but all I’m focused on now is chasing my own release. “One more time, beautiful? Come again,” I demand.
“I... I don’t know,” she replies, her voice breathy. Flipping us, I raise her legs until they’re laying against my chest and thrust faster in her molten heat. Fuck. she feels good. Again, I move my hand between us and stroke her clit as I pound into her. Feeling the ripples, I know she’s about to come again, and I move faster, our bodies now dripping with sweat, and frenzied in their quest to reach heaven. “Turk!” she cries out as she shatters beneath me. My own orgasm is right behind hers and I bellow out her name as I sink fully into her depths. Mine. Now and forever. Mine.