Page 11 of I’m So Mega

A Short Time Earlier . . .

“It’s not, Mega. We’ll be back in town by five, which is enough time for them to get ready. The next morning, we are going back for the brunch,” Ruth told me.

With a smile, I responded. “Sounds like a jam-packed weekend. That’s what’s up. I’m about to go handle some business. Boys, y’all want to roll wit’ me?”

I knew they would because they loved to hang with me. Also, they knew what it meant when I asked them to roll with me to handle business. Like I knew they would, they jumped up, turned the game off, and were ready to go.

I saw Ruth’s side-eye because she thought I was up to something, and she would be right.

All the women in my house right now had me messed up.

I moved over to my daughter and niece to kiss their foreheads.

Next, I moved to my love, wrapped an arm around her to pull her into me.

“I’m gonna take the boys to dinner for some Daddy-Son time. Give me a kiss.”

Her lips touched mine. The groans from the kids made Ruth and me chuckle with our lips still locked. When I let her go, I gawked at my kids. “How y’all think y’all got here.”

Maggie smacked her hands over her ears. “Daddy! Please leave.”

I chortled as I walked out of the den with my sons on my heels. We jumped into my big boy. I watched them through the rearview mirror as they put on their seat belts. Sometimes I was in awe of them. Two individuals with the same face but they were night and day. “Where y’all want to go to dinner?”

They both looked at each other. They didn’t say anything to each other before they looked at me. In unison, they said, “Hustle, Crust & Bake!”

That was that twin telepathy. Hustle, Crust & Bake was a New York style pizza restaurant here in Coreland that was opened two years ago.

My sons loved pizza and always complained that there was no good pizza in Coreland.

Well, we couldn’t have that. I opened the business, then sourced a family in New York who owned a pizzeria.

They were mildly successful, but there was a pizzeria on every other corner in New York.

The business belonged to the father and mother, but they had a son who helped heavily.

He wanted to get out of New York with his family, so I offered him the job as the restaurant manager, and he would also own 20 percent of the restaurant.

He jumped at the opportunity. Hell, he owned 20 percent of the business and still received a salary.

The restaurant was met with wild success immediately. It was a hot spot in Coreland and put the other national chains located here to shame. My sons loved it and always wanted it. “Cool, I’m going to tell Uncle Ned to meet us there.”

Their smiles were wide. They loved their uncles and cousins. When Corleone was around, they spent a lot of time with him. The restaurant was only fifteen minutes from our house. Ned was already there when we got there. “What’s up, Bubba?” I greeted.

“Ain’t shit. What’s up, lil homies.” He dapped me before he moved to show my boys some love.

They both responded to him with their usual, ‘ain’t nothing, Unc.’ We all walked into the restaurant where Sashelle, the manager, Benny’s daughter, was at the hostess stand. “Hey, y’all. Mega, you want y’all usual table?”

After I confirmed, she walked us to our table. The waitress came over immediately to get our usual order. Ned and I ordered a separate pizza from the boys. I never met eight-year-olds that loved anchovies until Matthew and Joseph. I wasn’t messing with that.

Once the waitress left the table, I got down to the business that needed to be handled. “Ned, the boys said that our girls were talking in their language. What’s up, boys?”

Matthew leaned on the table. “Kellie asked Maggie if she was going to kiss that boy. She told Maggie if she did, then so would she.”

Ned shuffled in his seat. His face reddened.

See, my sons were just as fluent in pig latin as everyone in my house.

The only difference was that I trained them not to let anyone know about it.

Sometimes you had to keep things to the vest. They were my lil covert operatives when it came to our damn daughters. Little girls were slick as hell.

Christianson Enterprises taught its assets to hold certain information about ourselves to the vest until it was necessary to reveal it, if that time ever came.

I spoke multiple languages as did many people in the enterprise, Ned included.

The day that Ruth discovered I spoke other languages, she was floored.

Almost Fifteen Years Earlier . . .

“I can’t believe I’m in Rio de Janeiro. In my wildest dream, I would never have imagined this for me. Thank you so much, baby.” Appreciation dripped from every one of Ruth’s words.

We were on our jet-set shit before I put a baby in her.

This was the third country that we’d been to .

I picked the first, which was the Maldives.

We agreed to alternate who picked the locations.

The last trip was to the Dominican Republic.

That shit frustrated me because out of all the countries in the world, she wanted to go to the DR?

She could have gone there with her homegirls, but what my baby wanted, she got.

I picked Rio de Janeiro because it was beautiful, and I had some business I needed to handle for the enterprise.

Ruth also loved the beach, and there were no better beaches than the ones out here.

I didn’t have to lay anyone down, or at least that wasn’t the plan.

I also wanted to get up with my homeboy Rafael.

He was also an asset of Christianson Enterprises.

We had plans to have dinner with Rafael and his wife, Ana, tonight.

I walked onto the balcony where Ruth was, wrapped my arms around her from behind, then kissed her neck. “You deserve to be everywhere, with your beautiful ass. You already know that there is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.”

We were on the eighth floor of Copacabana Palace, facing the beach.

When we got here yesterday, my baby was so concerned about how much everything cost. I had never been a man who talked about the money that I had in the bank, but a nigga’s pockets were heavy.

If I didn’t learn anything from the investment and money-wise classes that we were required to take.

I learned how to invest in things that made money in my sleep.

Generational wealth was what I was preparing my family for, so Ruth never had to worry about what we spent if she didn’t want to.

Luckily, I married a rather frugal woman.

Ruth turned in my arms to face me. “Mega, have you ever fucked in Brazil?” It was like my dick had ears because it heard her loud and clear. Its response was a hard-on.

My eyebrow skipped up my forehead. I loved when she initiated sex with curse words. Ruth didn’t curse often, but she knew the right situation to cuss in. On my dick or about to be was the perfect time. “Shit, I’ve never fucked you here.”

I wanted to kick my own ass for answering the question like that. This honest to a fault thing was real. She gave me a small smile. “I’ll let you have that because I have the ring and the dick forever.”

“Bring your ass in here. I need to be in you.” She giggled when I grabbed her and flung her on my shoulder. I carried her over to the bed and threw her on it. She laughed when she bounced a little. “Here’s the plan for the rest of the day. Eat, pray, love.”

Her face etched with confusion. “What, Mega? Eat, pray, love, what does that mean?”

“I’m gonna eat the pussy, pray you can take this dick that I’m about to punish you with, then love on you before we take a nap after our shower and before dinner.” I moved to slide my hand under her dress to pull her panties down.

She grabbed both of my wrists. “Really, Megatron! Why are you like this, sir?”

“You’re gonna have to ask Big G that. Let’s see how nasty we can get and see if we can defile the hell out this marriage bed.” Sometimes I just said stuff that probably would do better left in my mind, but what fun would that be?

She giggled, but she didn’t stop my hands as they pulled down her panties. “There goes that pretty pussy. She’s already leakin’.”

I loved how turned on she was by me and vice versa. I grabbed the back of her thighs to lift her legs to get better access to that pretty pussy. Her body shivered when I licked her clit.

“Mega.” Her moan was low and a tad whiny, but I loved it. Her back lifted from the bed, and her hand went to the back of my head. “Right there, baby. I’m about to cum.”

Seconds later, she quenched my thirst. I learned in our sexual experiences that I couldn’t eat her pussy too much if I wanted to give my wife dick too.

Her lil ass would tap out on the tongue.

I lifted her dress as I kissed up her body.

Ruth felt because her breasts weren’t huge that she didn’t have to wear a bra with certain shit. I didn’t like that.

I took her nipple into my mouth. She hissed when my teeth grazed her nipple then bit down gently. At the same time, I slid into her. It was my turn to hiss. Home . . . her pussy was home for my dick. “Fuck, baby. You better guard that birth control because this pussy is primed for a baby.”

The way she moved her hips under me drove me crazy.

I found out some time ago that Fiona and Shandeli would give Ruth lessons on different things she could do to satisfy me.

I wasn’t sure what those lessons entailed, but my dick and I were grateful.

The first time she tried this pussy squeeze thing, I nutted way before I intended to.

She made me feel like a whole bitch, and that was not what Big G had for my life.