Page 11 of Her Sweetest Desires
“You might have to carry me.” I groaned. “I don’t think I can move.”
He laughed. “I got you, mama. Come on.”
Truce lifted me from the bed, and I wrapped arms and legs around his waist.
“You weren’t lying about being backed up.” I giggled, and it made even more of his cum slip out of me.
He pinched my butt and walked us into the bathroom.
As soon as I was back on my feet, I penguin walked to the toilet and peed. Truce left the bathroom and came back with my shower cap on his head, and I giggled. He helped me into the shower then catered to my body from head to toe. Truce was always so attentive to me and the boys.
I stared at him in awe often, because how had I gotten so lucky?
“Why are you looking at me like I didn’t do a good enough job on that bed and you need some more?”
I tossed my head back and laughed.
“I just love your crazy ass. I’m glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Truce tweaked my chin as his eyes bounced around my face.
“Every day I wake I up, I thank God for his favor. You and our babies are my entire life. I love you too, Sweets. And the pleasure of forever is all mine.”
Tears filled my eyes and slipped down my cheeks.
We’d only been away from my lists, color-coded menu, and all things Thanksgiving related for a few hours, but I already felt better. I missed my babies, but I was happy that Truce carved out this time for just the two of us. Once we were done in the shower, we brushed our teeth. I put on my cucumber mask and followed my husband out of the bathroom. It was stillrelatively early, but Truce let me know that we wouldn’t be going anywhere for the rest of the evening, so I stayed naked under the hotel provided robe. Truce grabbed the room service menu while I looked for things to watch.
I couldn’t remember the last time we had a movie night with just the two of us.
“We should do this more often. Maybe not catching flights, but getting a room for a night and just existing. Even if we had to leave tomorrow, I feel one hundred times better. I want everything to be perfect, but the truth is, I just want to make Nannie proud.”
Truce kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer to him.
“You know it’s always whatever you want. We won’t set a specific day so it keeps some of the spontaneity in it, but I definitely agree that we need more nights like this and not just when the kids are put to bed. And, baby, Nannie is proud of you. You don’t have to host a perfect Thanksgiving. She knew what you were capable of, so don’t think like that. She may not be here in the flesh, but she is watching over us?—”
I turned to face him and held up my hand as his brows furrowed.
“Don’t say that. The things I allow you to do to every hole on my body is probably against the law in some states. I do not need the visual of Nannie watching over me and seeing me like that.”
Truce laughed, but the thought disgusted me. I never understood people saying that our loved ones watched over us. That was too much for my little heart, and with all I had to think about hosting two families, the last thing I needed was thoughts of Nannie watching me get slutted out.
I shivered and said a little prayer that if Nannie did have a front seat, she chose to look in on Mommy and the boys and nothing else.
“I thoughtI turned that damn thing off.” I grumbled and blindly reached for my ringing cell phone.
With one eye open, I saw that I had four missed calls from my assistant.
I checked the time and shot straight up. Cursing, I climbed from the bed and slipped into the bathroom. It was almost eleven o’clock, and I needed to have Billie up, dressed, and out of this room in thirty minutes.
Before I could call Rocky back, she texted me.
Rock:
Hey, they’re here. Where you want me to tell them to set up?”
Truce?
Me:
