Possibly reading my mind, Stenton slowly nods his head as his eyes lock with mine.
“I’m not against marriage, Stenton. I just don’t see it as an end goal. It shouldn’t be viewed as the ultimate destination.”
“Then what is?”
I steel in place, thrown by his question. Not the one for being cornered, a bawdy thought occurs and I crack a conspirator’s smile. I gather the blanket in my hands and shift my body down his tree trunk of a frame.
“You can let me know after your happy ending.” I can’t fight my wide grin.
Once I take his steely rod into my mouth and hands, I can hear Stenton’s audible sigh and once again, I’m in a libidinous zone that I thrive in only with this man. Stenton Rogers, the father of my son, my lover and partner. Not Stenton Rogers, Number 2 Overall Draft Pick, three-time MVP Awardee, and four-time Champion, Stenton Rogers. I work Stenton over as I bask in knowing our shared fears. I fist him exhilarated by our uncharted journey lying ahead. And when I think his happy ending…our happy ending has finally arrived, he flips me onto my stomach and enters me.
He drives into me with more confidence than he alluded to having about our impending future. My undoing occurs when he indelicately grabs me at the forehead, turning my face over my shoulder and greedily pushes his tongue into my mouth, devouring me. The combination is feral and heady. Before I know it, my body is crudely vibrating and Stenton is swallowing my cries of ecstasy.
Sleep falls upon me immediately this time. I said I’d rest my eyes for twenty minutes or so before leaving for my early start at work. It becomes clear to me that this plan is derailed when sounds of light raps at the door stir me from my sleep.
What abruptly hurls me is the sound that is so keen to my psyche strains, “Dad, I’m hungry.”
Jordan!
“Shit! JR,” Stenton groans far more unaffected than my alarmed nerves allow.
“Daddy, why is the door locked?”
I fall to the floor farthest away from the door, trying to hide.
“The fuck?” Stenton shrills. I peek over the bed and see him glaring down in my direction as he calmly pulls on his sweat pants and ties them. “I’m coming, JR.” he shouts louder.
“Okay,” my baby whines.
I duck again. What time is it? The sounds of the door opening doubles my heart rate. I exhale when I hear the door shut and Stenton’s mumbled words outside of the room.
“You go pee and wash your hands and I’ll get breakfast ready, deal?” I could make out those words from Stenton.
This is great! I can grab my coat and my shoes and sneak out before Jordan comes down to eat. But first I have to pee.
When I land at the bottom of the steps, I can hear Stenton rummaging through the pantry, talking to himself. Without signaling my departure and risking Jordan finding out that his mom is screwing his dad, I make a dash for the front door. I make it home to quickly shower and dress for work. It isn’t until I am leaving for the bakery that I get the text.
Why the fuck did you leave? And then not tell me? We WILL discuss this later!
I cringe at the rage shooting from my phone as I jog to my car. These creeping activities don’t end here. It goes on for weeks. Stenton and I make the most of our rekindling period as we hump like rabid animals.
Chapter 11
Now
August 2014
~Zoey~
“You look so good, Ang. Just happy,” Karen offers as she enters the dining room.
“Thanks, KK. I am,” Angela smiles giddy, tossing twinkling eyes over to Andy, a musician from Harlem.