Page 87 of Truce Of The Matter

“The discount was well earned the first time you let me taste you. What we do tonight and any other night is just extra. We can call it a bomb ass tip.” My hand caresses her leg. “Besides, I thought it was already mine. Am I wrong?”

“No, you’re definitely right. It is yours.” She slowly licks her finger then discreetly brings it down between her legs. “All yours,” she utters andfuck.My dick is threatening to burst through my zipper.

“Makes no sense to be so damn sexy. We gotta go now and get this dinette set. I want you in my bed and on my face ASAP.”

I stand and practically snatch her sexy ass off the sofa. We venture to the dining area and after debating over two, she finally decides on our marble top, square, counter height dinette table and four chairs. After I arrange for both sets and their accessories to be moved to the warehouse, I gather our food and the three of us leave the store.

When Truce has pulled off and I’m in my truck, Aryel looks over at me with a curious look on her face. Her big, expressive eyes are narrowed and her eyebrows are pinched.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

“Yes, sir,” she responds but her expression remains the same, making me question her answer.

“Are you sure? Looks like something’s on your mind. What’s up, baby girl?”

Her shoulders drop then her face relaxes. She exhales a little sigh then asks, “Daddy, are you going to marry Miss Truce?”

“Would you like it if I did?” I question.

While I have no doubt that Aryel is crazy about Truce, her answer means a lot to me. Independently of me, they have created their own little bond and I love it. Aryel enjoys cooking with Truce and spending time with her. I’ve even been relieved of my nail shop duties. She loves having Truce around but it’s different once we enter into forever. Marriage causes occasional to become permanent and that’s a big change for Aryel, for us.

While nodding, she smiles then says, “Yes. I want you to.”

My smile matches hers as I say, “I have to ask her first.”

“Just ask her tonight,” she says nonchalantly.

“You think she’ll say yes?” I ask and her laughter fills my truck. She’s laughing so hard that her body is shaking. Then, she shrugs at me incredulously. “What’s so funny?”

“She kisses you every day. She gon’ say yes.”

I really can’t keep my hands and lips off of Truce.

Between Aryel’s simple assessment and my agreement with it, I find myself laughing too. Shit. She’s right.

I start my ride then back out of my parking space.

One night turned into two and this morning, I woke up to my favorite thing, Truce’s naked body wrapped around mine. The image of her in my life and in this house is crystal clear and I have zero doubts that we belong together. My second favorite thing is watching Truce and Aryel in the kitchen and this morning, they made our breakfast croissants before leaving. I went to the store and Aryel insisted on Truce taking her to school.

Aryel is my world, my life, and I always knew that my next and final wife would seamlessly fit into our lives. Not only is it seamless with Truce, it’s natural. The night of my parents’ anniversary when she cuddled Aryel while my family fell apart confirmed what I already knew. And when she slapped the shit out of Aria, everything was solidified. Truce Redmond is my forever. She is the woman who was crafted by The Man Upstairs for me.

This dinner is the final and necessary step in our journey to forever. She has a relationship and bond with my daughter and I need to at least officially meet hers. Considering their history and change in relationship roles, introducing me to Daija is a big ass step for Truce. I’m sure Daija’s approval of me means just as much to her as Aryel’s approval of her did for me.

“You good, baby?” Truce asks for the hundredth time and I respond the same as I have each other time.

“I’m straight.”

“I’m going to check on Porsh in the kitchen and see if she needs some help.”

“It’s her and two assistant chefs. She doesn’t need any help, beautiful. Calm yo’ sexy self down and stay right here. You’ve bothered her enough. Let them finish. Daija will be here in thirty minutes and they need time to finish.” I drape my arm around her then pull her closer to my side. She woke up anxious and nervous about this dinner but this last hour she’s really ramped up. When I found out that the chef assigned tonight from Diablo’s is Daija’s best friend, I thought that would ease some of Truce’s anxiety but it hasn’t. It’s only given her a reason to stay in that damn kitchen. “Everything is going to be fine,” I assure her.

“I know but,” she sighs.

“No buts. There’s no room for anything to go wrong. It’s already smelling good in here. You look amazing and Daija is on her way. Plus, I promise I’ll be on my best behavior,” I say with a smile, trying to ease her worry. She grins.

“I know. I just love you and Aryel so much. I need y’all to love Daija too.”

“I already love her. Loving you means that I love every part of you, even her, an extension of you, your child,” I tell her and her body shifts. She raises her hand to the side of my face and I grab it, lightly kissing her palm. “So we are all good on my end. Real good.”

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