Page 75 of Truce Of The Matter

“Shiiit,” he growls.

My hands slide into his boxers and I slide them down. He steps out of them and his sweats. When he does, I stroke his dick softly with both hands. His eyes drop, staring into mine, and I don’t break contact even as I plant a kiss on his beautiful mushroomed tip. When I say I love every inch of Rex, I mean that shit.Every fucking inch.

As a show of pure appreciation, I take my time and make love to his long, thick dick. My hands stroke him until it pulsates against them then I use my tongue. After running it up and down his entire length, I trace my tongue around his tip. A deep rumbling sound comes from his core and his hands gravitate to my hair. When he fists it, I smile then intentionally let the saliva from my mouth fall onto his tip.

“Fuck,” he damn near cries.

I mentally pat myself on the back then get back to work, back to pleasing the man I love. My mouth covers him and I take as much of him in as I can inside. My hands have to handle the rest. His ab muscles flex as my mouth, tongue, and hands put in the work he deserves.

With my hands still wrapped around him, I swirl my tongue around his head then try my best to take him all in. His size presents a challenge but I love to try and he appreciates the efforts. When I take him in deeper and his tip hits the back of his throat, his hands fist my hair.

“Truce, shit,” he groans. “I’m 'bout to bust.” Encouraged by his words and the feel of his dick throbbing in my mouth, I twist my wrists, slowly jerking him as I suck. His ab muscles get tighter and his legs start to shift. When his hands grip my head steadily, I prepare myself then accept all of him as he explodes. He cranes his head then stares at me while shaking it. I swallow hard then swipe my hand across my mouth. “Nasty, sexy ass,” he utters before kissing my forehead. “Lay back. It’s my turn.”

Chapter 20

“Icould have ordered breakfast, beautiful.”

“But I love cooking in your kitchen and it’s pancakes and sausage. This is easy.”

“Real easy, Daddy,” Aryel chimes in.

She really likes cooking with Truce and I love to see it. While her little friends wait patiently in the theatre room, she’s cutting strawberries and blueberries. They actually slept in and didn’t wake up until around ten.

Because Aryel is ear hustling our conversation, I lean in closer to Truce and whisper in her ear this time. “You put in so much work last night. You should have let me order breakfast.”

“You put in work too,” she replies with a smirk. “So, let me cook. It’s almost done anyway.” She leans up and pecks my lips. “Go get the girls, please.”

I leave my two hearts in the kitchen and journey upstairs. As soon as I walk into the room, they giggle. Apparently, I’m funny to all of them. After I turn off the screen, I grab each of their bags and we all head downstairs. Their pink pancakes with faces made out of berries and whipped cream are plated and waiting on them, causing more giggles and high-pitched squeals.

Thankfully, there are regular, non-pink pancakes on the two plates at the island for me and Truce. I’ll leave the pink ones to my little princess and her court of friends.

Around noon, the parents start arriving and by one, my house is back to normal. Truce, Aryel, and I are chilling on the sectional in the family room and the moment is perfection. The TV is on but I’m barely watching it because I’m fixated on them. Truce is dozing off, head leaning on the arm of the sectional and Aryel’s head is on Truce’s lap as she sleeps.Beautiful.

A notification from security at the gate on my handheld disrupts my gazing so I pick it up from the table.Maybe one of the girls left something behind.The guest name causes me to sit all the way up, Aria Goode.

The fuck!

The last time that we talked, her trip here wasn’t confirmed and I haven’t heard shit from her.What the hell is she doing here?Furious, I grab the handheld and leave the family room. I walk to the foyer and answer the gate.

“Let Aria Blake in.”I hate that she hasn’t changed her damn name.

A million fucking thoughts run through my mind as I wait in the foyer for Aria.Same shit, different damn day.Nothing has changed with her; she hasn’t changed. Popping up here with no communication is her m.o. No call or text to confirm her trip. No calls or texts at all since the last one. Nothing. This inconsistent shit doesn’t work for me and it damn sure doesn’t work for Aryel. She deserves consistency at the least and Aria can’t even give her that.

On my handheld, I see a beat up Honda pull into my driveway, definitely not a rental. I watch until Aria gets out of the passenger side. The trunk pops open and she walks to it, pulls out two suitcases, then rolls them to my door. The visor on the driver side is down so I can’t see who’s driving. Whoever it isdoesn’t drive off and the car engine isn’t killed either. I open the door and step into the frame before she can knock or ring my bell.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Damn, not happy to see me, Rex. It’s been a minute,” she says, smirking.

“Over two and a half years and you didn’t tell me you were coming like I asked.”

“I told you I had tickets. The hotel is still a problem but I knew you would have space. You don’t do anything small. Besides, I need to spend as much time as I can with my baby. I’m staying here and Brown is going to a hotel in the next town over,” she says with too much damn audacity.

“Aria, you are delusional as fuck if you think I’m gonna let your ass stay here. That’s not even a fucking option.”

“So you’re okay for me and your daughter to stay at some cheap ass shit?”

“Aryel has a home and she ain’t leaving it.”

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