Page 12 of Surrender to Love

We walk into the large bathroom and step right to the double sink. After she puts her long braids up, she grabs her toothbrush and I get mine. After she places toothpaste on mine then hers, we brush and gargle. She sets her shower temperature then starts the water. I start to undress, but when she unbuttons her jeans, I stop to watch her. I don’t want to miss a beat. My eyes stay glued to her as she wiggles the jeans down her wide hips, juicy ass, and thick thighs. Her shirt is next, leaving her in only a lace bra and panties.

“Won’t you take off the rest since you’re looking,” she says with a smile.

“Shit. You don’t have to ask me twice.”

I step toward her, crash my lips into hers, and kiss the hell out of her as my hands unhook her bra. I slide it off her shoulders then lean in and kiss both of her big ass titties. Her panties are down next and it takes every ounce of my will power to not run my hand between her legs. We need to shower so she can tell me what’s up with her.

So, after kissing her again, I step back and remove my clothes. When she reaches for my dick, I shake my head.

“Why?” she questions with a pout.

“’Cause we need to shower so you can get your tea. We not doing shit until I know what’s up?”

“So you’re denying me?’ she asks before stepping closer.

“Delaying. Stop and get in the shower. Seeing you naked is hard enough. You can’t be touching and trying to distract me. Matter of fact, let me turn on the other side. We are not sharing. You stay over there and I’ll shower here,” I say, then point to the shower-head on the left.

She doesn’t say shit. She merely grins then steps into her side of the shower. Because I’m a man on a mission, I don’t even turn her way when I get in. I focus on myself and my side. I even remain inside when she gets out to give her time to cover that beautiful ass body.

“You’re doing the most,” she says before walking out of the bathroom.

“Nah, I’m trying hard not to,” I utter to myself before shutting my shower off and getting out.

After drying, I wrap the towel around my lower half and walk back into her bedroom. My shorts, a pair of boxers, and a shirt are on her bed and she’s in her closet. I’m getting dressed when she walks out in some little ass shorts and a tee, no bra and clearly no panties. Her nipples are poking out, and when she walks over and dramatically bends over in front of me to pick up her slides from the floor, her ass eats her shorts. Unable to help myself, I pull them out then slap her ass.

“You’re something else,” I groan.

“I’m home; I just want to be comfortable.”

“As hard as you’re trying to get fucked, it’s not going to work. Go get your tea.”

After letting out a breath, she asks, “You hungry?”

“For food now? Yes. Yo’ ass later? Absolutely.”

I squeeze her phat ass again then follow her out of her bedroom. We walk past her office and two other bedrooms then head down the curved staircase. When we walk into the kitchen, she heads to the coffee and tea bar and I step to the fridge. While she fixes her tea and my coffee, I grab eggs, sausage, and bagels.

“I was going to cook,” she says when she sees me.

“You can help,” I tell her. I can cook; Shuga made sure we all can. I’m used to fixing breakfast especially, because it’s the one meal I do not skip. Breakfast food stays in my fridge. I’m a big nigga and need fuel to get through my day. Every morning, I have a meal.

FIVE

Me and my sisters have been doing FNF for almost eight years, and in those eight years, I’ve ended up in my claimed guest room at Giselle’s house by the end of the night at least ninety percent of the time. None of us drive if we’ve had too much to drink, that’s just understood, even me and I only live about fifteen minutes from her. I’ve never drunk-called anyone to come pick me up and take me home.

Until last night.

Until him.

After my devastating news and much needed night with my girls, thoughts of him obviously invaded my mind. I just heard my voicemail and read the three texts I’d sent. And according to his call log, we talked twice. He was heavy on my mind, and as I watch him whisk the final part of our breakfast, I don’t regret my thoughts and actions at all. I just don’t know how to tell him about my ex and sister. The mere thought of it has me cringing inside. That day was the most humiliating, disgusting, and heartbreaking day of my life, and honestly, I’m embarrassed that it happened to me.

I had no idea what was happening under my nose.

As smart as I am, I didn’t know my sister was fucking my husband.

I was a fool and I don’t want him to know how foolish I actually was.

“Scrambled hard or soft,” he asks over his shoulder.