Page 106 of Betrothed To Love

“Everything is outside. You can go out while I grab some serving spoons. Drinks and Bleu Mountains are in the fridge out there, but if you want liquor, it’s at the bar in here.”

“I put a bottle of Black Ops in the fridge out there,” my husband says.

“Bet. That’s what I need,” Tre says before walking out of the door. His brothers follow, and when Quintus starts to walk out, I grab his hand.

“Wait a minute, baby,” I whisper before turning to Alami and Niya. “Sweetheart, can you show your auntie where we have the big, long spoons?”

“Yes. We got it,” she says before leading Alami to the kitchen.

When they walk off, my husband turns to face me. With a pensive look on his face, he asks, “Are you good? What’s up?”

“Baby, I’m fine… but Tre. You think he’s gonna come around?” I ask. Quintus mentioned Tre was really hesitant about even knowing Alami, but seeing it hit different. His words were devoid of any interest and his brows were furrowed the entire time he spoke. “He looks like he doesn’t even want to be here.”

“He’s cool. I know my brother. If he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be. We don’t waste time. He came and that’s a big fucking deal. Trust me; he’ll loosen up,” he assures me before kissing my lips. “But how is Alami?”

“Nervous. I mean, she knows how she got here, so she’s a little concerned with how they will accept her. But I assured her she’s fine. It’s gonna be good. Talking while eating good ass food is always a good thing. Plus, we have our Niya. She makes everybody smile.”

When Niya and Alami return with serving spoons, we all walk outside. Somebody has turned on the sound system and R&B is playing in the background. Tre has a plate full of ribs and chicken and Deuce has one filled with ribs. Their greedy asses are already eating. When I pull the potato salad out and place it on the table with two spoons, they dig in.

“If everybody else wants beans with their meat, there’s a spoon in them now,” I say sharply as I eye the two of them. Then I hand Alami a plate. “The intent was to have you eat first, but your brothers,” I tell her.

“It’s cool,” she says with a shrug.

After she fixes her plate, I prepare Quintus’s, Niya’s, and mine. Ace and Shiro pile theirs up and we all eat at the dining table. Slowly, small talk begins, then it naturally morphs into full conversations. Alami tells them about her grades, the debate team, and college. She also goes on and on about working for Quintus. I can tell that not only does she enjoy working there; she’s really appreciative.

As the dinner progresses, Tre’s eyebrows relax and he even joins the convo. He only asks her one question, but it’s a start. Quintus notices and nods with a smile.

Around nine, we start packing up. I fill to-go containers with food for each brother and Alami after I pack up enough for us. Alami arrived in an iDrive, but because it’s dark, none of her brothers, especially Quintus, want her in one at night. So after the brothers leave, he takes Alami home and Niya and I clean up.

By the time Quintus returns, Niya is bathed and sleeping like a log. I’m freshly showered and sitting in the entertainment room. The television is on but I’m on my iPad looking for charms and pins for Niya’s mini totes. She was really intrigued with Alami’s.

“You waited up for me?” His sexy baritone floats into the room before he does.

“Of course,” I admit, then turn around. He’s standing in the doorway with a smile on his handsome face.

“I was hoping you would’ve waited to shower. I want some company.”

“Two showers can’t hurt,” I say, then stand.

“Nah. I want to eat.”

“Okay. While you shower, I’ll warm you up a plate.”

He steps into the room and closes the door. As he walks to me, he says. “Sit back down. My favorite thing to eat is in here.” When his lips slightly curl into a smirk, I smile. But when his tongue drags across his bottom lip, I sit my ass down, knowing exactly what it can do. When he’s in front of me, he says, “Relax.” My back settles into the chair then he kneels. His hands land on my knees before he slides them under my sleep shirt. To make this easier for him, I lift my ass and he pulls my panties down. Once they are off, he presses the recline button and eases me back a little. Then he lifts my legs and places them on the arm rests. I’m spread eagle and ready as hell. “Perfection,” he utters before grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to his face. “I love eating your pussy.”

“You do?” I whimper. The feel of his warm breath tickling my pussy is making me weak.

“Yes. I love you so bad and all I want to do is please you.”

“There’s plenty of real food downstairs,” I tease.

“Kyau, this is real food to me. You have a taste and everything. An amazing taste. Like,”—he licks his lips then continues—“It’s something that I need, that I crave a lot. What you got is special and I need that shit. You showered and all I can think is you cleaned up for me ’cause this is mine. I can really do this all day but I don’t want to wear you out,” he says before flashing me his pretty smile.

“You can wear me out,” I purr, ’cause damn!

“Say less, kyau,” he says before burying his face between my legs. I’m already wet and ready for him, too ready. When he rubs his face into me and I feel his beard tickling my pussy, my body jerks in pleasure as I moan, but he holds me steady. “Shhh. Don’t wake Niya,” he warns and I nod.

My nodding is in vain because once his tongue licks every inch of me then beautifully assaults my clit, I moan even louder. He grins, then stands, leaving me exposed and dripping wet. He finds the remote and turns the volume up. Then he returns with a vengeance and licks and sucks me through two earth shattering orgasms.