Page 61 of Meet Me at the Altar

My mouth ate, and my fingers fucked her, and in her state of delirium, she couldn’t form an intelligible word. A series of warbled sounds dripped from her lips as I sucked her back door.

When I finally stood, she was sprawled half on the couch and half off the couch. I headed into my private bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. No sooner than I finished, my desk phone rang, alerting me that it was time for my next meeting.

I walked to the phone and answered it. “Roshanda?”

“Yes, Mr. Jones. Your one o’clock is out here waiting for you.”

“Set him up in conference room C. I’ll be right there.”

“Will do.”

I ended the call, grabbed a blanket and pillow from my closet, and walked back to the couch. I lifted my wife into my arms, spread the blanket out, and placed her on the couch properly. “Stay here and get some rest. I’ll finish this meeting, and then we’re heading home for the day,” I instructed, lifting her head to place the pillow underneath.

“Don’t you have any more meetings?” she asked while I pulled the other half of the cover up over her.

“Only meeting I have is with my CHRO. I need to inform her that she can’t be walking around looking fly as fuck in her denim dress with that slit up the side. It makes her man wanna fuck in the middle of the day.”

“Drè.” She moaned. “I’m tired.”

“That’s why I said stay here and chill. I’ll be back, and we can go home and fuck all night. My shit stiff as concrete,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s all good. With yo’ sexy, pregnant ass self,” I remarked, smacking her on the ass.

She giggled and turned to face the couch. I headed out of my office only to see that Roshanda had returned to her desk, and she was wearing a smirk.

“Do you need me to get her some water bottles for when she wakes up, Mr. Jones?” she asked with a knowing smirk.

“We’ve got some in the refrigerator. They made sure they restocked my supply last night,” I replied, walking down the hall to the conference room.

We didn’t discuss it, but Roshanda had become accustomed to me putting my wife’s ass to sleep in the middle of the day. Business was great, my relationships were becoming healthy, finances were excellent, and life was good.

I was a brother who had traveled a long road, but I couldn’t complain.

(2 ½ Years Later)

“Paris! Phoenix! Come back here!” I shouted, rubbing my lower back as I made my way down the sand.

“Babe, sit your ass down. I got them,” Andrès shouted, running and catching up to me.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I was pretending so those two little monsters would leave me alone.”

“Wait. Weren’t you the one who wanted those two little monsters, and these other two little monsters in my belly?” I asked, rubbing my belly.

He chuckled and ran past me to catch up with our twins. In no time at all, he had lifted our son and daughter in his arms and spun them around. Their happy shrieks reached my ears, and a bright smile warmed my face and my heart.

I stood shielding my eyes from the sun as I watched him play with our twins, tickling and kissing them, as he made his way back toward me.

“Didn’t I tell you two that you had to stay with Mommy and Daddy?” I asked.

“I want Kels,” Paris whined with her bottom lip poked out.

She was an exact replica of Andrès, and Phoenix looked exactly like me. Our daughter had my personality, and our son had his dad’s personality. Our parents swore that we were in trouble.

“You can’t go with Tee-Tee Kels. She’s swimming in the ocean. She’ll be back,” I explained, reaching for her. My babies loved all their aunts and uncles, but Kelsey was their favorite. She spoiled them needlessly.