Page 12 of Overdue Feelings

I woke up to the smell of them. Sandalwood and shea butter coated my nose, reminding me of the night we’d had.

It had been a long time since I’d slept that good.

I sat up. Creek was still sleeping peacefully on the pillow next to me.

The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, making her naked body glow underneath the white blanket.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself as my mind flooded with memories of last night. Her scent, her sounds, the way she looked between me and Zae when she orgasmed.

“Morning.” Zae’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to see him brushing his teeth in the en suite bathroom. He was partially dressed like he’d been up and moving around for a minute. I searched his face for regret over what had occurred last night, but there was none.

“Mm.” I ran a hand down my beard. “Y’all do this often?” I asked, curious. He looked too calm for someone who had just shared his woman with another man.

“Nah, I don’t like to share.” He shrugged before spitting toothpaste down the sink. I stared at him, confused.

“Then what was last night? Why me?”

“You ain’t just anybody.” He shrugged again. “I ain’t stupid. I’ve been sharing her with you for years. Only difference is now it’s out in the open and you’re not a ghost anymore.”

I glanced over at her. I’d waited so long to touch her again.

I never would have guessed the next time I’d get to touch her, I’d be doing it with Zae standing six inches away with his eyes locked on mine, nodding in approval saying shit like, ‘ go ahead, bruh. I see you.’ The shit felt weird at first, but in the same sense, it felt right.

I let out a low breath and shook my head, trying to process it all.

“Zae, I didn’t come back to steal your girl. I ain’t here to take nothing from you. I didn’t even know how deep y’all had gotten. This ain’t gotta turn into all that.” I looked between Creek and Isaiah.

“You ain’t taking nothing from me, ’cause she mine, but you’ve always been a part of her story. Shit, of our story really. This has always been inevitable, for real.”

Creek sighed in her sleep and shifted a little closer to me, her thigh brushing mine under the sheet. I watched her for a second. She was sleeping so peacefully, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“She needs both of us, bro, and we need her.”

I sat up slow, careful not to wake her.

“So what now? I become y’all’s third or some shit?”

He smirked as he made his way out of the bathroom like this was just any other Sunday morning. But it wasn’t. Not to me.

“You’re not our third. We just move different now. Slower, smarter, together. But I ain’t scared to make space if it’s real. If you’re ready to live up to what it takes to be the man she needs.”

“All I ever wanted was to be what she needed, man.”

Zae glanced at the bed, at her. “Which is why we doing this, right? For her.”

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, searching the room for my pants.

“Here.” Zae threw me a fresh pair of basketball shorts that still had the tag on them. “Wash yo’ ass, nigga. I put a toothbrush out for you on the sink.”

“Breakfast?” I asked, already making my way to the bathroom. “We can go out.”

“Creek loves a good, slow Sunday morning,” he said with a grin. “I usually whip her up something before taking Gigi to church.”

“Shit, I see why. I never had the urge to cook for a woman before now.”

He chuckled. “That pussy has the same effect on me every time.” He walked out of the bedroom, and I started the water in the shower. “Meet me in the kitchen, bro.”

“Bet.” I nodded as I climbed into the shower. Spending a chill day with Creek and Zae wasn’t on my bingo card for the week, but I was down.

After taking care of my hygiene, I made my way to the kitchen, barefoot and shirtless, sporting the shorts Zae had tossed me. I didn’t cook for just anybody. Hell, I barely cooked at all. Back in New York, I had a chef.

“Wash yo’ hands, nigga, and crack them eggs,” Zae said, pulling the skillet out and turning on some old Project Pat.

I rinsed off, grabbed the carton of eggs, and got to it.

We moved together the same way we had when we were younger.

No words, just rhythm and respect. Zae slid the bacon out of the pack while I worked on the eggs.

I passed him the tongs without asking. He handed me the seasoning without looking. The perfect team.

“You’re still here.” Creek’s voice interrupted our cooking jam session, making us both turn to look at her.

She appeared to be fresh out the shower.

Her skin was still damp and glowing. That little black gown she had on was damn near illegal the way it split on both sides, showing off her wide hips and round ass.

Her eyes landed on me watching her, and I saw it hit her.

“Oh—” She grabbed at the edge of the gown and tried to close the sides like that was going to help something. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were still here. I would’ve covered up.”

“You good, baby. This is what we’re doing now,” Zae said as I turned down the stove and walked over to her.

“Damn right, I’m still here. I ain’t running from nothing no more. Not you. Not this. You hungry? Breakfast’s almost ready.”

She swallowed hard, eyes bouncing over to Zae. “I just… What’s happening?”

Zae walked up behind her and slid his arm around her waist like it was second nature. “Baby, we done overthinking shit. We doing what works for us.”

I could see Creek’s face flush with so many emotions. Her heart was racing, and it looked like her knees might give out, so I stepped in front of her and cupped her jaw.

“Last night wasn’t just sex,” I stated. “It was something overdue. You know it, and we know it too.”

She didn’t say anything, didn’t move, just looked between the two of us like her body was on fire.

“You hungry?” I asked again, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

Her eyes bounced between me and Zae. I could tell she was still unsure about this, but the way her nipples were poking through that thin ass gown told me everything I needed to know.

Zae… this is too much. I love you… I-I?—”

“Look at me, C.” Zae grabbed her chin, cutting her off.

He made her look him dead in the face. “I ain’t drunk.

I ain’t confused. I want you to love fully.

” Her breath caught. “I loved seein’ his hands on you,” he said low, dragging his thumb up her inner thigh.

“I loved knowin’ my woman was taken care of double time. ”

She whimpered, and I leaned in and kissed her neck. This was important. She needed to hear this from him. Needed to hear that Zae had made room to let me in and she could too.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” Zae continued. “You’re mine, C. Still mine. Always will be mine. But you can be his too. You always have been.”

Her thighs pressed together.

“I want you full,” he whispered, hand sliding higher. “I want you loved, double dicked, and at peace. You deserve all that.”

“I agree,” I said, palming one of her swollen nipples, loving the way her body jumped under my touch.

“Ooh—” She gasped, and Zae kissed her lips before I pulled her toward me and kissed her—deep, slow, claiming. Like I meant it… because I did.

“Breakfast can wait.” Zae grabbed her by the waist, her nightgown riding up.

He placed her on the kitchen island and then moved behind her, watching her roll her hips in anticipation of us.

I stepped in between her legs and kissed her again, then I dropped to my knees and pulled her thong down, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen.

Her pussy was already wet and glistening.

“Shit… She been ready,” I grunted.

“Handle it,” Zae said, and I parted her thick ass thighs and dove in.

She gasped, grabbing the edge of the counter and leaning back onto Zae’s chest. I licked her slow at first, then faster, locking in on her clit while I gripped her thighs and held her still.

Zae slid his hands up her gown and freed her titties.

“Does it feel good, baby? Tell me you like it,” he whispered.

“Yes. Fuck, yes?—”

“She’s shakin’ already,” I said against her center, my tongue still going to work.

“She extra sensitive in the morning,” he answered proudly. I kept going, tongue flicking, sucking, drawing circles on her until her moans turned into choked breaths.

“Ooh shit!”

Zae reached around and started rubbing slow circles on her clit with his thumb, sending her over the edge.

“Ares… Zae! I’m cummin’!”

“Cum for us. Give us that first one.” Zae coached, not letting up on her clit. She came hard, crying out, legs trembling, whole body locking up. I pulled back, my beard wet and glistening.

“Breakfast appetizer,” I muttered.

Zae laughed and scooped her off the counter like nothing.

He carried her past the stove, turning it off, and to the kitchen table.

I took a moment to savor her sweet taste on my lips before following behind them.

Zae sat down on the kitchen table with her in his lap, spreading her legs reverse cowgirl style over his thighs.

“I want more,” Creek moaned. Her eyes bounced between me and Zae.

“And I’ma give you more.” Zae kissed the back of her neck, and I watched her reach down and guide him in.

The way her mouth fell open when he slid inside her.

.. Fuck, I felt that in my chest. He groaned, pulling her against him, rolling his hips up slow while her body took him inch by inch.

I couldn’t help but stroke myself as I watched them.

All their years of love moving together, connecting in a way I was slightly jealous of.

“Ares…” She moaned my name, putting her eyes on me.

“I’m here, C,” I said, moving closer, going between her legs. I leaned forward and kissed her. Zae held onto her, still pounding into her from the bottom as I kissed her chest and sucked her nipples into my mouth.

“Ooh!” she moaned. Zae was fucking her hard, delivering deep strokes that had her bouncing and breathless in his lap.

“Shit!” I eyed her. “You should see yourself. You look so good riding that dick.”

“Yes!” she cried.

“She knows, bruh,” Zae said slapping her ass cheek as she rode him. “Put his dick in yo’ mouth,” he demanded. Creek took her hand and wrapped it around my dick. She stroked me slow. Her eyes were full of love.

“You want me in your mouth?” I asked, and she nodded as she leaned forward, ass still grinding on top of Zae. “Fuck!”

Her lips wrapped around me, and she let out a loud moan as she sucked me inside. Her warm ass mouth was wet and perfect.

“You look so good like this.” Zae fucked her harder from behind, making her choke and gag on my dick. She kept going, sloppy and eager, tears running down her cheeks. That was the messy shit I liked. She pulled off of me gasping for air, spit trailing from her lips.

“I can’t. I’m… I’m gonna cum!” Her body began to shake uncontrollably. Zae gripped her hips tighter.

“Let that shit go, baby.”

Her body jerked again, and I leaned in, holding her up and helping her take all of him.

“Shit! C, baby!” Zae moaned as he emptied himself inside her with a low growl. I stroked myself a few more times before Creek put me back into her mouth. It didn’t take long before I released down her throat. Her body trembled between us, and she collapsed in Zae’s arms, chest heaving.

“Now I’m back sticky,” Creek whined, finally catching her breath.

“Y’all shower, and I’ll finish breakfast,” Zae said as I pulled Creek off of him and carried her back to the bedroom.

As I carried her back to the bedroom, I glanced down at her—still flushed, still glowing, still ours. At one point in time, I thought I’d never get this again. Creek. Zae. Not this kind of peace. But here we were.

“Told you,” Zae said behind us. “Sunday mornings are slow.”

“That’s the best way.”