Page 44 of The Millionaire Mortician
Before I could answer, Fabe slid on the floor and positioned himself between my legs. He hiked up my dress and quickly pulled down my thong. I didn’t utter one word. I just let him.
Without warning, he spread my legs wide and buried his face in my man’s favorite place. His tongue flicked, licked, and sucked with a rhythm. Fabe definitely knew what he was doing, because I felt my juices flowing out more and more.
My hand found its way on top of his head, guiding him all around my center as I grind against his face.
“Shit,” I cried.
Fabe then inserted a finger inside me while he continued to devour my knob. I threw my head back in ecstasy, wanting that moment to never end. With him working his tongue, I fucked hisface like my life was dependent on it. Moments later, I felt myself reaching my peak, and I came all in his mouth.
Although I’d had an orgasm, I was still heated and wanted him badly at that point. We had gotten that far, so I said fuck it when I saw him getting undressed. Fabian’s muscular build was jaw-dropping. He looked like he could pick women up and turn them every which way. In that short space of time, I envisioned what was about to happen. But when he pulled down his slacks, the print through his boxer briefs didn’t match the big dick energy he gave off.
What’s that?I asked myself as I tried to keep a straight face. His dick wasn’t a total shrimp, but it wasn’t big. It was skinny and lacked length. He was not Milan, and I instantly regretted everything.
He then pulled down his boxer briefs and slid on a condom. Still putting on a show that I was in the mood, Fabe laid me down and came near my entrance. Sliding in, I felt nothing, and while he stroked, I still felt nothing.
It wasn’t my man’s thick, long, curvy dick. I was pissed I not only cheated, thinking I was missing something, but wasted a body count on a failure of a man.
Fuck!
Two days later, I sat on a large rock with my feet in the water, touching the pebbles beneath. It was early in the morning, so the breeze was nice and cool. The family decided to take Maverick and me to the river for a last-minute lime before our afternoon flight back to New York.
The scenery was calm and relaxing. The kids stripped down quickly and jumped into the water, while the uncles set up the stovetops for the ladies to cook. Before we knew it, smoke was rising, accompanied by the scent of seasoning and pimento. Music played from a speaker while laughter bounced off the water. Plates of bake and saltfish were passed around with cold drinks in hand. It was the kind of peace Brooklyn never offered.
Gazing into the water, I saw the tiny fish swimming around my feet. Out of nowhere, Aunt Patrice eased down next to me.She said nothing at first, just sat there with me, listening to the rush of the river.
“Yuh rell quiet, Milan,” she finally spoke with her eyes still looking at the water.
I nodded. “It’s been a lot on my mind.”
She gave me that look only an auntie could, that was half concern, half knowing. “Ah listening,” she pushed.
I exhaled and rubbed my hands together. “I’ma keep it real with you. It’s been a lot. Between work, the streets, and my lady, I don’t even be having time for myself. She wants more of me, but I don’t always have it to give. It feels like I’m failing her. She deserves better. I don’t know,” I expressed.
My auntie was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly. “Yuh know who else had that same problem? Ya fadda. He was always running, always busy, hustling for de family, trying tuh make sure everything was straight. Ya mudda used tuh get tired. It felt like she was raising you boys alone. Buh afta he noticed she started being distant, he changed his ways and learned tuh balance. He still had de weight on his back, buh he figured out how tuh be present too.”
Her hand tapped my knee, gently but firmly. “Yuh come from him, Milan. Doh think yuh can’t learn de same.”
Her words hit me harder than I expected. I thought about my father, who always made time to toss or kick a ball with us or sit at the table, no matter how late it got, to help with our homework.
I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat.. “Appreciate that, Auntie,” I spoke low. “I’ll... work on it.”
We sat quietly after that, taking in the nature around us and family.
By the timeten o’clock rolled in, the kids were tired out, bellies full, and the elders started packing up. Mav and I hugged our people, promising them it wouldn’t be years before we came back again. The fruit trees at the house, the laughter in the gallery, the river, and most of all, family, were all etched in me now.
Stephon drove us straight to Piarco International Airport from the river. We’d packed our things in the car before leaving the hotel, so that we could stay on schedule.
When we pulled up to departures, we got out and grabbed our things from the trunk and back seat. Maverick dapped Stephon up, then made his way inside while I lingered behind for a moment.
I looked Stephon dead in his eyes. “We gon’ make shit happen,” I assured him in a calm tone. “We’ll be back down real soon to organize everything. I just need to handle a few things in New York first.”
His grin spread wide with relief and hunger all at once. “Say less, cuz. I’ll be ready.”
“I hear you. Don’t make me regret my decision,” I sternly warned.
“You won’t,” he assured me as we dapped up.
I nodded, turned, and walked inside the airport. The weight of legacy, business, and love all pressed against me at once.
