Chapter 21

Derrick was gone. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror where we had met so many times. I imagined him standing behind me with his strong hands caressing me. I could almost feel the coolness of his lips as they’d press onto my warm skin.

For weeks, I anguished over his departure and the day arrived. Monday, July 5th would forever be etched in my mind, the day that a piece of my heart left.

That Monday was our last encounter. I’d have to hang on in hopes of a visit whenever his schedule permitted. But what if he returned with another lover? Would she be okay with us? Would he still even want us? Would I?

I was alone at the house that Tuesday morning with Nana and her caregiver. I planned to spend the day by the pool reading. As I was about to leave the bathroom, I heard a sound. I turned and saw him staring at me. It had been over a month since I released him, yet part of me knew he wished I hadn’t. Part of me could sense his yearning for my spirit.

His eyes covered me, “I stopped by to check on you,” he said sweetly. This was a serious contrast to our earlier meetings. Before he was cold and sarcastic. And in those last several weeks, he was kind, almost noble.

I chuckled, “Did you?”

He smiled as he walked closer, “Yeah, I mean, I know how much you loved my nephew.”

I nodded. His hand touched my face, “I’m still here and I’m not with anyone.”

I chuckled, “I don’t think I can add another Foss man to my roster full-time.”

“Why not, my nephew is gone and it wouldn’t be often.” He went to his knees bringing down my pants and panties. I knew I shouldn’t have but his lips were on my clit and his tongue wrote all over my pussy sweet nothings that made me cry and tremble.

He stood to his feet, “I know you’ll never love me like how you love them but you do feel something, I know it.” His cock flopped out of his jeans, my leg lifted and he penetrated.

Me The Father, the son, and now the brother. Was it too much? I couldn’t fight it. All I knew at that moment was his cock was gliding so divinely in my pussy that it had to make sense.

“Uh, uh, uh, my fucking god, Ashanti, fuck,” he moaned and groaned.

Our mouths touched. He slowed and looked into my eyes. We were locked in. I was almost in a trance. I caught myself and looked away. How dare he give me the gaze. The one that his brother and nephew used to capture my heart, “Stop, stop, stop,” I said with tear-soaked eyes.

He paused, “What’s wrong?” he asked as his tempo slowly resumed. He felt my walls collapsing on his cock.

I shook my head. His strokes continued. I closed my eyes. I licked my lips, “Yes, fuck, yes, oooh, shit,” I moaned, “Uh fuck Jeremy!” I exclaimed. His cadence quickened and then he held me tightly. After he filled my center I said, “Jeremy, we can’t do this again, okay.”

He gulped and nodded, “Okay.”

I watched him leave. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I was upset. Not because I fucked Jeremy again but because I liked it and I wanted it. Before it was just a game to tame him. To make him leave me and Ray alone and there I was enjoying his cock.

I pushed the thought out of my head. “My heart belongs to Ray and Derrick.” I made that promise to myself.

Dinner was quiet. I was sure Derrick’s absence wore on Ray’s heart. Later that night, I found him in his office looking at old baby pictures of him. I massaged his shoulders. His hand touched mine. I walked around and sat in his lap. He kissed me, “It’s just us for now.” He touched my belly.

I smiled, “Right ... for now.”

But deep in my heart, I knew about Leah and I wondered why he didn’t tell me. I stared into his eyes with my questioning ones. He grinned, “I know you’ve been dying to ask me.”

I remained silent. Yet, he confessed, “Gracie told me that she confided in you. I’m surprised you aren’t upset or haven’t asked me sooner.”

I shrugged, “I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

“I have a daughter; Leah is my daughter. I’ve always taken care of her. She hasn’t wanted for anything.”

His eyes teared. I wiped them with my thumbs, “What’s wrong?”

“I confessed it to my wife before she died. She said she always knew.”

I pulled him close as he cried in my arms, “It’s okay. I’m sure she was fine with it. She loved you. You were both enjoying a lifestyle that could result in making another life.”

He nodded, “I know. And she said she was fine. She knew I wanted another baby and she couldn’t give me one. She’s always been nothing but kind to Leah. We were her godparents.”

I touched his face, “It’s okay, baby.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you more.”

He smiled as we stood, “I feel like playing, I hope you do.”

I nodded.

Handcuffed as my hands rested on the sex chaise lounge. Ray was behind me with his cock buried in my center. I was prepared for a long night. Whenever Ray brought out toys and used the lounge chair, he was in another element.

My pussy swallowed his cock and I was already on orgasm three from the angle his cock was sliding along my pussy walls. He used his fingertips to lift my ass slightly. he loved watching his cock play in my pussy and he enjoyed hearing me moan.

And it was there we played to our heart’s content until we both nutted. When it was done, he helped me off the chair, he kissed my mouth. It was another great night. One where he opened up to me and showed me his softer side and I was more in love with him.

As more days passed, we spent more time peeling back the layers of each other. I was seeing more of him and he was learning more about me.

By the end of July, things seemed to settle down. Ray and I were still having Jess come over on Fridays. And on Saturdays, we all met up but it became a situation where Ray was always with Jess and Gracie and I was with Donovan and Damian.

One Saturday night, I was in a room with both men, who lay next to me, Donovan on my right and Damian on my left. I had four hands caressing my soft caramel skin. I felt their fingers pleasuring me below until I was soppy wet.

Donovan’s tongue danced in my mouth. He turned me to my left side and slipped into my wet paradise. As he held my right leg up, Damian made his way down. I felt his tongue dancing on my clit. I was always spoiled by the men. They took great care of how they fucked me.

As I moaned with unbridled passion, Donovan turned my head and kissed my mouth, soon, he rolled and I was on top of him with my back to his chest. He held my hips in place. Damian sat watching while holding his meaty love stick. He wanted to plunge into my center but it was already stuffed with Donovan’s cock.

He eased up and sucked my left nipple while playing with my gem. Clear fluid squirted from me. I felt Donovan pumping me full of his liquid. I rolled off him and climbed on top of Damian. Easily I slid down his pole with all that wonderful lubricant still inside me.

His massive hands covered both of my breasts. After a time, he pulled me into him and thrust me below. We stayed that way fucking the minutes away until finally, he exploded.

After a fantastic night, Ray and I informed the group that we’d be taking a brief break from the group. We told them that August was the month I was leaving my birth control method because Ray and I were working on getting pregnant.

They were happy for us yet disappointed. Donovan asked, “How long of a break?”

Ray replied, “Just until she gets pregnant. We want to make sure the baby she carries is mine.”

They understood.

“I hope that God blesses your womb soon,” said Gracie as she hugged me.

They all decided to pause the weekly gathering until after Ray and I could return.

August was the month I officially spoke with my doctor and explained my plans to get pregnant. She eyed me with suspicion over the top rim of her cat-eyed glasses, “You’re still so young Ashanti are you sure? You’re not even married to this man.”

Dr. Williams was like an aunt to me. I went to school with her oldest daughter who has married and living in Atlanta, Georgia with a brand-new baby girl.

I nodded, “I want this. I love him.”

She sighed, “I don’t know what to do with you young women,” she said as she wrote some stuff in my file and then talked to me a little longer.

I didn’t get my birth control shot. I was therefore susceptible to getting pregnant and getting a period again. That part I wasn’t looking forward to.

I drove to work. It was early. Donovan was in our office. It had been a couple of Saturdays without us being together. He looked at me sadly, “It was bad enough I had to wait to be with you on Saturdays and now I can’t even look forward to that,” he fussed.

I walked over to his desk. He stood looking down at me, “It won’t be long before we can be together again.”

“What if I used a condom or pulled out?”

“What if the condom breaks or you’re deep in it and can’t pull out in time?”

He chuckled at that statement because there were a few times he was supposed to pull out and didn’t. He nodded, “You’re right, sometimes it’s too good to pull out,” he touched my face, “I suppose I’ll just have to wait a little longer,”

“Just a little longer,” I said as I touched his face. Jeremy had entered the office. He eyed us suspiciously. Donovan spoke and then excused himself to go meet the delivery driver.

Jeremy walked up to me, “Are you and him—”

“Yes, and before you start huffing and puffing, Ray already knows.”

He grumbled, “My brother knows?”

“Yeah. He’s watched a few times but now, I just let him have fun with a couple of ladies whom I adore and trust.”

“Then I don’t get why we can’t—”

“Because. We just can’t. Besides, Ray and I are trying to get pregnant. I can’t have you cumming inside of me messing up what my man and I have planned.”

“I miss you, can’t we just—I know you want to.”

“What I want doesn’t matter.”

“What you want always matters to me,” he touched my bottom lip with his thumb and kissed my mouth. I stepped back. He smiled.

“You’re not going to steal me from Ray.”

“I wouldn’t think of it.”

I nodded and strutted over to my desk and he went to work.

August came and went. I would be lying if I didn’t confess that Jeremy charmed me out of my panties a few times. But he wore condoms to be safe. I was sure I wouldn’t get pregnant that fast anyway. I had been on the shot for a long time. Or at least that’s what I assumed.

Derrick was busy. I heard from him a few times a week. He hoped to visit for Christmas. I’d have to wait and see. I asked if he had met anyone and he stated that he hadn’t. I was still on his mind. So, there I was caught in the three-way love affair with the Foss men.

I didn’t know what to make of my behavior. I was too far gone to turn either of them away. It felt good to have all of them so interested in me. I was the center of their world. And they had become mine.

It was mid-September, one Tuesday afternoon after I returned from my date with Gracie, and I heard noises in the back. I went inside the front door and made my way to the lanai where I saw Susan with a woman. They were relaxed by the pool, she eyed me with disdain, “Oh look my brother’s little whatever is home.”

I scoffed, “What are you doing here?”

“This is my brother’s house.”

“Exactly, it’s not yours. So again, I ask what are you doing here?”

She sucked her teeth, “Visiting my mother.”

My left eyebrow lifted, “Really, how is she?” I asked because I knew Nana was off with the caregiver at an appointment.

“My brother told me it was fine for me to visit and use the pool. I’m just unwinding with a friend.”

I looked at this woman, she had short blonde hair cropped on her head. She stared at me like she wanted to eat me up. I could see her tattoos with the very small bathing suit she chose.

“And you are?”

She hesitated for a second like she had to find her name under a stone in her mind, “It’s Rose.”

“Rose. Just Rose.”

“Rose Greenwood.”

My head tilted. Just as I was about to speak, Susan blurted out, “Don’t you have other things you could be doing?”

“I do. I stared at the woman once more. I had a feeling about her but I shook it off and left them by the poolside.

For dinner, I cooked fried cabbage with shrimp and andouille sausage for the two of us. We sat having a pleasant conversation when Ray’s phone rang. He didn’t budge to answer. It finally stopped and then started again.

“Aren’t you going to get that?” I asked.

He reached for my hand, “Not tonight. I’ve been busy and I feel as if I’ve been neglecting you.”

I chuckled because his idea of neglecting me was coming home tired two nights in a row. It didn’t bother me because he would make it up to me in the mornings.

He stood and I stood. Our mouths touched, I loved his fingers in my hair and then his fingers below as we stood by the table. I touched him. I felt the warmth of his cock in my hand as I began to massage it to life. Firm it became.