Page 4 of Through Treacherous Weather
Trinity placed the phone down with a smile. She was at the point in her life where all a man could do for her was spend money or make her feel good physically. Grey did a damn good job of satisfying her sexual needs, so that was what she looked forward to. Trinity felt she was too old to be dick crazy. While the sex was good, it wasn’t enough to make her fall in love. It took a lot more than good D for Trinity to fall head over heels, and it had been a very long time since a man impressed her enough to activate her heart strings. There was nothing ugly about her inside or out. She knew her pussy was good, and she did well for herself. Some people assumed she was the problem because she’d been single for so long, but it was definitely these niggas.
Trinity changed out of the black leggings and tank top she wore for movie night and replaced the items with red lingerie. The short silk gown hugged her curves and stopped just below her booty cheeks. Removing her bonnet, she yanked open the bathroom drawer and removed a hairbrush. Trinity brushed her thick tresses up into a bun and laid her edges. She couldn’t answer the door looking like a booga wolf. There was no man that saw her every day, so she refused to get too comfortable around any man she dealt with occasionally. It was too soon for Grey to be seeing her in bonnets and oversized clothing. If their relationship was based on sex, then she needed to be sexy.
By the time Grey rang her doorbell, Trinity was on her third glass of wine. The moment she felt her skin flush, she blamed it on the alcohol she’d consumed. Nibbling anxiously on her bottom lip, Trinity sauntered into the living room. When the door swung open, she couldn’t help but to smile at the sight before her.
“You love the color, gray,” her gaze traveled down to the impressive dick print that was visible in his gray basketball shorts.
“I promise I only wear these for you.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Last time I wore these out in public, I got eye fucked so much it made me uncomfortable.”
She laughed as he took her in. “Damn. You wearing the hell out of this.” He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her into him.
“You like?” she peered up into his face. Grey was around 6’5, and his muscles were out of this world. His hair was tapered on the sides with thick coils on top. A razor sharp jawline and rich brown skin were all attributes that aroused Trinity every time he was in her presence.
“I like a lot.” He pecked her lips then moved his mouth over to her neck and started sucking on her flesh.
Pulling her lips into her mouth, Trinity stifled a moan as Grey took his time and sucked her sensually.
“Stop holding that shit in,” he whispered as he kissed her chin.
Grey picked Trinity up in one swift motion as if she weighed nothing. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he carried her up the stairs into her bedroom. Generally, if a man wasn’t hers, Trinity refrained from giving him head. And because of that rule, before Grey it had literally been years since she’d sucked a man’s dick. But when she started talking to him, he didn’t give pressed for sex. He was respectful, and she damn near had to make the first move. Grey was very clean, and his hygiene was up to par.After the fifth time they had sex, she performed fellatio on him, and his guttural moans turned her on beyond belief. It was hard for Trinity to believe that she’d missed giving a man head.
Since then, she was like an addict for it. Hungrily, she pulled Grey’s penis out and stared at it before taking him into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she relaxed her throat muscles and took in every inch of him. His eyes closed as his head fell back. Grey moaned deeply as she hummed on his manhood. His deep sounds of appreciation made her perform even better. Trinity almost came when, “Damn Trin,” fell off his lips in a soft whisper.
After cleaning him off, she popped him out of her mouth and assumed the position. Her favorite was flat on her stomach. While he rolled the condom onto his member, Trinity, waited anxiously for him to slide into her tunnel. When he got on the bed, she spread her cheeks for him and bit her bottom lip.
“Ummmmmmmm,” her moans were muffled, but there was no mistaking the fact that from the first stroke, she was in heaven.
She didn’t have to get married. She didn’t even have to have a boyfriend. As long as she could get this frequently, Trinity would be satisfied.
Fatima was at the twins’ group home going over the files of all the residents. There were eight boys in the house ranging from ages nine to seventeen. The group home had only been open for a month, but so far everything had been running smoothly. Fatima’s grandmother, Trinity, and Lauren alternated cooking for the boys. They got three homecooked meals a day unless it was a weekend morning, and the staffjust let them eat cereal, oatmeal, etc. Loyal and Justice did the grocery shopping for the home and made sure all of the rules that the state had were followed. Loyal, Justice, Kadafi, and Truce had also taken a class to become certified med techs, so in the event of an emergency, they could pass medication out.
All of the boys in the home were on some kind of medication whether it be for a mood disorder, ADHD, depression, or bipolar disorder. Fatima’s job was important. Not only did the boys need to know they had someone they could talk to, but she also wanted to make sure they were in good places mentally. The home had a living room and a den. The den was where the boys watched TV, played games, etc. The living room had been turned into an office that Fatima shared with the house staff. She didn’t mind because she wasn’t at the group home every day. She wasn’t even there for eight hours a day.
“You still going to Miami Friday to get Heiress?” Justice walked into the office.
“Yeap.” Heiress was coming to visit her.
Justice bobbed his head. “If you already got your ticket, you might as well get a refund. You can take the private jet with me, Loyal, Kadafi, and Truce.”
It was amazing to Fatima how she wasn’t raised with Justice, but she could read him. His tone was calm. Pleasant even. Nothing he said nor his body language indicated that anything was wrong, but the hair on the back of Fatima’s neck stood up, nonetheless.
“What are y’all going to Miami for?” she tried to keep her tone even.
The devilish smirk that parted Justice’s lips made her heart leap into her throat. “We got the drop on a few niggas that like to steal watches. We just want to go holla at them,” he shrugged one shoulder as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Fatima’s lids closed as she breathed deeply through her nose. She wasn’t sure what she expected to occur once she opened her eyes, but she didn’t expect to see Justice smiling like a kid at Christmas. “What’s wrong, sis?”
“You are just as deranged as your father,” Fatima sighed. “May I please ask you how you know about the watches?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat back and stared at her brother as she waited for him to reply.
“I saw a lil’ story time on Heiress’ Tik Tok that she did on how her and her friend linked with some scammers, and their watches got stolen. I’ve seen Heiress’ videos. You’re the only friend she has with a watch worth stealing. So, I reached out to her. Thanks to what she told me, because you damn sure didn’t tell me shit,” he threw in. “I see that the lil’ clout chasing thieves are going to be at a real popular strip club Saturday night. They’ve been promoting the flyer heavy. I like ass and titties and my brothers do too,” Justice cheesed showing off his straight white teeth.
“Bro,” Fatima groaned as she closed her eyes again and pinched the bridge of her nose. There was way too much for her to unpack. Fatima had been so busy getting situated in her new home, getting acclimated to her job duties at her father’s company along with easing into her role at the group home that social media was often the last thing she had time for.
Fatima had no clue that Heiress had even done a story time about the watches. And if she decided to give Caleb and Shawn up to her brother and cousins, why didn’t she think to share that information with her? Fatima was irritated.
“The watch was insured. It’s fine. I’m not thinking about those lames. Lesson learned. That’s not even worth you all wasting a trip to Miami for.” Deep down, she knew she was the one doing the wasting. She knew she might as well save her breath, but she was going to say it anyway despite the fact thatJesus Himself probably wouldn’t be able to talk Justice out of going after Caleb and Shawn.
“Wasted? Nah. The trip definitely won’t be wasted. You better be glad I didn’t tell Wise or Chicago.”
