Page 14 of Passion

Gentry shifted in his seat somewhat. I glanced at him then grabbed his hand. “Everyone close to me calls me baby girl. I’m the baby of the family.”

He nodded. It was sweet that he was already feeling territorial. I grabbed his face, turning it to me. “I want you to know that I’m taking this marriage seriously. Gentry Beckett Fleming, you are my husband, and you and my kids are my main priorities. Those vows weren’t formality. Although we haven’t scratched the surface on who we are, I’m dedicated to making this marriage work. You have my word.”

He licked his lips slowly as his gaze bore into me, taking me down by the second. “That’s good to know, baby. I’m already feeling territorial and possessive as hell. You got a nigga by the balls, but I ain’t gon’ get neutered for no-damn-body. I appreciate your reassurance… for real.”

He kissed my lips slowly and gently sucked my bottom lip. When he pulled away, he glanced at the flower still in my hair.

“Your grandmother had great style if she wore this, Gentry. It’s beautiful.”

“It is beautiful, and it’s beautiful on you. It’s yours to pass down to Princess Tiana as long as we stay married.”

My eyes watered. “Wow. Really? Your mom was willing to part with this?”

“Yeah. After the wedding, she said she could sense just how genuine you were and that you could have it. She had her doubts about this, but she came to support me. After meeting you, she was in awe just as I was, baby. You have a beautiful soul, and I believe you are the woman I prayed for.”

“Damn,” I said as the tears fell down my cheeks. “I feel so blessed, like God led me to Arranged Hearts simply to find you.”

He kissed my lips again then said, “Call your babies.”

I nodded and made the phone call, feeling extremely overwhelmed.

As I listened to Giselle’s conversation with her kids and the friendly conversation with her “friend” baby daddy, I didn’t have a good feeling about him. Although she said they were friends, I felt like he was going to give us a hard time, and I would have to fuck his ass up. This was the shit I was trying to avoid by being with a woman with kids. I didn’t do well with drama. My petty, violent streak came out without warning sometimes. I didn’t want her to see that side of me, but I felt like it would be inevitable.

However, I tried to focus on getting to know the angelic demon I had for a wife. Only a demon could take my dick within her walls and have him feeling defeated as soon as he entered. That pussy had me acting like a sucker already, and I had barely experienced it. She was gon’ make me choke her ass if she didn’t fly right. I’d never been violent toward women, but shit. She would have to really fuck up for me to leave.

I was already a whole ass fiend of her shit. Besides this nigga I was gonna have to deal with, it seemed like she was indeed the perfect match for me. Arranged Hearts wouldn’t have known he would be a problem for me. Giselle seemed to have a great relationship with him. He hadn’t spoken disrespectfully to her… nor romantically. They really and truly seemed like friends.

When she ended the call, it was nearly time to board. Since we were flying first class, we would board right after the handicap and military personnel. I really wanted to just go over that damn questionnaire and find out what all her answers were. That would take the guesswork out of this. Some things, you learned from watching a person, paying attention to things that made them excited and things that irritated them.

I grabbed her hand as she said, “Thank you for allowing me to work through my shit. You are so much more than what I expected. I was so nervous about how this would go.”

“I was somewhat nervous too, but I knew I didn’t have shit to lose. So while we’re in Hawaii, try not to worry about anything. Let’s just enjoy our time together, getting to know each other. Everything you could possibly be worried about will be here when we get back. As far as our living arrangements go, are you renting or buying?”

“I’m renting. I didn’t want the responsibility of ownership since it was just me and the kids. Clayton does a lot, but that’s not his responsibility. What about you?”

“I own a five-bedroom house. So I supposed you and the kids will be moving in with me then.”

“I suppose so. It makes more sense. My nerves just picked up. I mean… I knew we would live together, but it just hit me that I’m putting my trust in a stranger. I’m trusting a man I don’t know to take care of me and my kids.”

“Giselle, I wouldn’t hardly call us strangers anymore since I’ve stroked that pussy. I done memorized every groove that shit contain. But I promise, you have nothing to worry about. I’m just as ready for this as you. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have paid all that fucking money to be matched. I love everything about you. I swear you smell like the sweetest pastry, girl,” I said then nuzzled my face in her neck.

She giggled as they called for us to board. This would be a long ass flight, but I planned to pick her brain until we both fell asleep. I stood and grabbed our carry-on luggage, my laptop, and her bag. “Gentry, I can carry my bag.”

“Nah. I got it, baby. Just walk your fine ass on board. You got enough to carry.”

She frowned slightly then smirked and playfully hit my arm. “All that ass on your back. I’d carry that shit for you too if I could, baby.”

She laughed. “I’m used to carrying this shit. It’s gotten bigger since my accident. I definitely have a strong back.”

“And I’m grateful. Go ahead so I can watch you walk away,” I said as she laughed.

This white catsuit shit she had on had me fiending. I swore I was gon’ fuck her on this flight if she was down. I didn’t know how we would go about doing that shit discreetly, but I was sure gonna try to figure something out.

“Oh, fuck! Gentry, yeeeeeessss!”

I was eating her out of house and home. Her pussy was like a plate of freshly cooked neckbones. There was no way I could stop after round one. I hadn’t eaten pussy this damn good in years. I’d sucked her for everything she was worth and still hadn’t gotten enough. However, I knew she was needing the dick. I needed to feel her pussy on him too. His ass was showing the fuck out. He was so excited he was leaking all over the bed.

As soon as we’d gotten to our villa, I’d practically slammed her thick ass against the wall and stripped her clothes off. We couldn’t get it in on the plane, but that didn’t stop her from teasing the fuck out of me. I’d nutted on myself from her rubbing her foot over it from her seat. It was hell being quiet. All that shit did was make me want her more. A nigga had it bad as hell.

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