“I can look beyond what you did because I can see that even with the selfish shit… you’re a good mother, princess. I can be mad, but I can’t take that from you. You light up their whole world. They love you more than anything, and the fact that they’re so happy puts a lot in perspective. How could I come in and fuck that up? I don’t want to be that kind of man.”
“No. That’s not the kind of man you are at all. Those two don’t even realize how lucky they are to have you.”
Moments later, their food arrived. Giselle set up an entire picnic in her lap and dug into her double steakburger with cheese and the works with a side of fries and mozzarella sticks. She sealed it off with a strawberry shake and sat slurping it through a straw while Heavy indulged in his bacon cheeseburger and fries.
“Ain’t no way you just sat and smashed all that like a fat kid,” he jested.
Giselle snickered. “This was me and my daddy’s go-to spot whenever we landed in Southwick. It was mandatory that we pull up and eat right here in the lot, too.” She smiled at the memory and reminded herself to bring Heir and Harlee the next time. “Even my mama enjoyed it, though she swore this fatty food wasn’t good for us. She couldn’t deny this burger if she tried. They still taste the same too.”
Ten minutes later, they were dumping the remnants of their food, and Heavy hit the road. It wasn’t long before they turned onto Danner Street and pulled in front of her home. She slippedher feet back into her heels, and he walked around to open her door for her. Taking the sidewalk together, the pair walked up the porch, and Giselle used her key to let them into the foyer. She kicked her shoes off and left them near the door before dropping her purse on the bench nearby. Shedding the leather trenchcoat she’d thrown on, she placed it beside her purse and marched toward the living room. Remi lay slumped on the sofa with a crossword book draped over her chest, snoring as old episodes of 227 played on the TV.
“Auntie, I’m home.” Giselle nudged her gently, but she muttered something in her sleep, took a deep breath, and rolled onto her side. “I guess she’s staying the night.” Giselle snickered, hands falling on her hips.
Sweeping some of her hair over her shoulder, she padded down the hall to her bedroom. A shower was a must after being in the club for hours, so she ran it and brushed her teeth while the water got the room all steamy. Since she didn’t hear Heavy leave, she assumed he was still around as she stepped into the hall. He lingered in the doorway of the twins’ room, staring in at them.
She found herself watching them all the time, just like that. Eventually, she knew she would have to separate them, but for now, they were more than content sharing a bedroom. Coming up beside him, Giselle leaned against the frame and smiled. Heavy’s hand fell around her waist, pulling her against him. His touch left her middle aching to feel him as goosebumps suddenly riddled her arms.
“I want to give this shit a go, princess.” His supple lips pressed against her bare shoulder, and Giselle almost forgot to breathe.
Those words in combination with his touch were setting her on fire. He’d fought it as long as he could, but being around herwas too much. The mother to his children was pressure, and nobody knew that better than him.
“Not just because of them. I want you. Us. Whatever this shit is. Whatever crazy shit got my heart running a marathon in my chest every time I think about you or come near you.” His kisses traveled up her shoulder, and he reached up to sweep her hair from her neck so he could access it.
“I want it, too,” she whimpered, falling into his chest while his arms encased her.
Spinning in his embrace, she allowed him to bend and scoop her into his arms. With ease, he carried her across the hall to her bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. Heavy entered the bathroom with the running shower and helped Giselle out of her dress, leaving it in a puddle on the floor around her ankles. She had a little fupa with light tiger stripes across her upper thighs, but he admired every inch of her before pulling his shirt over his head.
“There should be a toothbrush in the drawer you can use.” She backed against the glass door and let herself inside.
He brushed and rinsed quickly, shedding any remaining clothes in the process before joining her in the shower. Giselle let the water cascade down her erect nipples, and Heavy reached around to play with them while kissing along the nape of her neck. Her head rolled back against his chest, and his lips found hers.
Pivoting so that they were face to face, she pushed him against the tile wall and stroked his chest. She squatted in front of his stiff third leg and gently grabbed it in her small hand. Sucking him into her mouth, Giselle took as much of him as she could down her throat and gagged a bit but held her own.
“Fuck!” Heavy grunted, water washing over him as his head hit the back of the wall.
Her tongue swirled, and she bobbed off his shaft like she had something to prove, swallowing him then spitting him back out before taking him back down her wet jaws. With her hands against his thighs, she gobbled hungrily on his dick, toying with his balls until he jerked and prepared to release. Nut oozed down her hand and into the water swirling the drain below her.
Heavy was still stiff as a board. Cuffing her chin and dragging her into a standing position, his lips smothered hers before their tongues met. Dizzy, heart racing, breathing sharp yet erratic, he turned Giselle so she was facing the wall. Ass up, she prepared to feel him inside her.
His entrance was slow as he allowed her snug walls to suck him in. She was already wet for him, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass with each plunge. Gisell’es hands clung to the shower walls. Her mouth slipped open, but no sound came. It was so good she had to struggle to catch her breath from the overwhelming pleasure. The water sliding down their skin intensified the slapping sounds when he rammed into her again, watching her wet his dick with her sweet sauce.
“Shit! I’m about to c-cu—” Giselle lost her voice.
Her stomach tightened, and the pressure in her loins erupted into an earth-shattering orgasm.
“You can’t take this shit away again, princess. You hear me?” Heavy demanded, plunging deeper until she was on the verge of another climax.
“Yes! Shit! Heavyyyyyy!” she whined.
“Just like that.” He coaxed her in a low, demanding growl. “Let all that shit go for me.”
Watching her cream all over him and feeling her walls lock around his dick had him dizzy and resting his hand against the wall for support. Giselle angled her head so she could kiss him, and they fed each other their tongues until he was sliding his rod back in. For hours, they went round for round, from the showerto the bed, and back into the shower. Finally, they collapsed across the mattress, tangled in the sheets, both panting and spent from their escapade. With her head against his chest, one leg draped over his big frame, Giselle listened to him breathe. The tips of his fingers stroked her back, and she could feel herself getting sleepy.
“You know what I’ve thought about since that night?” she asked, holding his hand and intertwining their fingers. “How my mama used to say ‘souls don’t meet by accident’. One night brought us two beautiful babies, and I know they’re here for a reason.”
“Hold your hand up.”
Giselle sat up on her stomach, partially facing him with her hand out. Heavy held up his index and middle finger.
