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Chapter Seven

Dereck

“I s he here yet? I don’t want to push without him,” I can hear Ilyana asking someone.

“No, he is not,” I press my head onto the wall letting peace settle over me.

Bracing myself, I open the door and enter the hospital room. Chaos ensued.

The bright lights in the delivery room blur as I force my eyes to focus.

“He’s here,” the nurse shouts. My wife’s legs are spread opened by a pair of stirrups; she is reclining on the bed. The hair on her head is plastered to her body.

The doctor is at the end of the bed is reaching under Ilyana’s hospital gown. The surrounding machines were beeping, nurses were murmuring. It all seems to be so much, I am overwhelmed.

Ilyana’s trembling fingers reach out to me. I grab them, feeling her pull me to her side.

“I’m frightened, Dereck.” Ilyana shuts her eyes, and her grip tightens on my hands as another contraction grabs hold of her body.

“You’re doing great Ily you got this,” I whisper to her, with a pale face she smiles up at me.

“Oh, looks like we have some crowning. This is going to be quick,” the doctor says.

A nurse instructs me to hold her leg to her chest. While the other nurse did the same. People say that when a man sees his baby for the first time. Everything changes. They were right it’s like everything around me was in slow motion, as I saw the dark hair crowning, then my child’s face.

Ilyana’s screams cut through my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.

“Push,” the doctor commands. Ilyana lifts up her head, and squeezes her eyes shut, her teeth are clenched. She lets out a strained grunt as she fights to bring our child into the world.

As she collapses back to the bed, Ilyana eyes meet mine.

“I love you, Dereck,” she says loudly for the room of nurses and doctor to hear. I haven’t told her I loved her. Because I don’t. Ever calculating, Ilyana says I love you in a room full of witnesses to an important event.

My stomach twists because she thinks that I was there for her. On the contrary I was here for the birth of my child, since I missed the other. I care about her, that’s a fact, but I don’t love her.

“You’re doing great honey,” That’s all I can reply. I can see the clouds of hate gather in her eyes.

“One last push,” the doctor says.

Guilt flares into me, I watch my wife bearing the pain of bringing my child into this world. What I am experiencing here is a privilege. I am privileged enough to be a father…again.

A small cry erupts into the room.

“It’s a boy, and he is so handsome. Congratulations,” I follow the nurses as they clean up my son and wrap him in a blanket.

“He’s beautiful.” He really was. He has black hair and silvery eyes like mine. I have another son, a son who can carry out my name. A son that I can love in public.

“Dereck,” Ilyana calls me.

I blink trying to connect the moment with an emotion. There should be a crashing of love I feel for my wife. The nurse passes the baby to her. I look down at my small family, my wife wipes her tears, and she rubs the head of our son softly.

My wife looks up at me smiling, her eyes shining with love. This should be one of the happiest moments of my life. I feel happy but not completely.

I bend over to look at my son, my arm settles to the back of her pillow.

“Isn’t he beautiful, Dereck?” she asks as she beams up at me.

“He sure is.”

My gaze meets hers, through the watery tears I can hear the question, “Who do you love more the baby or me?”

I pray that she doesn’t ask this out loud, because my answer will always be my son.

Ilyana’s mouth opens and the doctor’s voice interrupts us.

“You have a beautiful son. Do we have a name?” The doctor’s smile beams brightly.

A name? Do we have a name?

* * *

TAREK

The seared chicken sizzles in the pan, the aroma of balsamic vinegar and cumin teases the senses.

When I asked her, your place or mine, I expected her to say my place. Most women want to see where I live or dwell in my space. With Penny, it’s different. I took an hour to reorganize her shelves and label some ingredients in the cupboard.

Nat King Cole’s rich voice fills the air as he sings about the acronym LOVE and all the cheesy things that it means.

Penny sits on the highchair, she changed into a thin-strap orange sun dress. She’s a vision of glowing beautiful skin and a fuck-able body. Dear God, I think I will have to go to the bathroom again to fix my erection.

“What’s bothering you?” she asks as she sips the wine.

What was bothering me? Who the fuck was that shitbag? Why does he think that he has some kind of authority over you? Why the fuck did he say you were barren? Who the fuck says the word barren? I have so many fucking questions, where do I start?

“Who was that guy?” bending I take out the roasted veggies.

“That’s my ex-Melvin. I got my full revenge when we broke up,” she sips her wine and wiggle her eyebrows.

I begin to plate the couscous and the roasted veggies. “What did he mean by barren?” I know what the word barren means, but I want her to explain it all to me…I want her to trust me.

Silence settled over the kitchen. The only thing I can hear is the tinkle of the spoon as I plate the chicken.

I didn’t look at her, I just waited to see what she was about to say. Slowly I drizzle the pomegranate balsamic glaze over the chicken. A few sprinkles of garnish and walla, we have pomegranate glazed chicken with couscous and roasted vegetables.

“Where would you like us to sit?” I ask taking up the plates in my hand.

“We can eat here on the barstool, or in the dining room,” she replies

I set the plate in front of her, then took a seat beside her, waiting for her explanation.

She close her eyes and offered a silent prayer over the food. I don’t know why Melvin words bugged me, but it did.

“If I crossed the line, and it’s too personal, I am sorry,” I state. Picking up my knife and fork, I begin to cut into my chicken.

“I was nineteen when I fell in love with Richardo Buluts. Long story short, much to my mom’s disappointment I became pregnant and as expected Richardo bailed.”

“Note to self-find out where Richardo Buluts is and kill him,” I reply as I slice into the roasted peppers.

Penny unpinned her red locks and one by one they fall on her back, “Your intrusive thoughts are winning today, huh?”

I chuckled and chew, she thinks that I am kidding. Part of me really wants to find Richardo and beat the shit out of him.

“Anyway, I had an ectopic pregnancy, and one of my fallopian tubes was damaged,” she picks up her wine and sips it.

“What is an ectopic pregnancy.”

I hear her sigh. “It’s when a fertilized egg implants and grows outside the uterus. In my case it was my tubes,” she said as she cut into her chicken.

“Did it hurt?” I needed to know, I don’t know why but I feel the need to reach out and squeeze her hand, so I did.

“It did, they operated on my womb. Now I have one Fallopian tube and PCOS. Pregnancy is impossible.” I can feel the shift in her energy.

“Do you have a solution?” If she doesn’t have one, maybe I can ask Dax for one of his special people and they can help her. Either way the sad look on her face wrings my insides.

“All the doctors say it’s impossible to have a child, I should adopt. All the doctors except a Chinese holistic doctor called Dr. ChuPing.”

She leaps from the chair and rushes into the bedroom. Penny brings back a small folder with brochures and pamphlets sticking out. She opens a pamphlet and points to a humble grand pa looking Chinese man.

“This is Dr. ChuPing. He believes that each woman’s body is a sacred temple,” Penny closes her eyes, and makes prayer hands bringing it to her chest.

“A temple? Okay, hmm.” I sip her glass of wine, trying to hold back a laugh. She looks so adorable.

“Within that temple lies an inner garden, and in that garden, a field of lotus begin to bud. The only way for a lotus to fully bloom is by accepting the special waters offered to her by a man,” Penny says.

I don’t know if she is serious but seeing the way her hands are moving it’s like she is telling a story.

“However, if the man is filled with dark energy, the garden will wither away. But if his water is teeming with vitality and divine energy, the garden will bloom and thrive.”

I couldn’t help it. “I have your water right here and its teeming with life,” leaning I squeeze my cock and rock in her direction.

“Tarek, I am being serious,” she pushes the brochures away.

“So am I. I can fertilize your lotus. I can spray it, slap it, hoe it, and dig it up. I can make your fucking garden bloom under my watch,” My cock was fucking hard because I’m talking about watering a garden, Penny’s Garden to be precise. Unbelievable.

“You are playing, and I am being serious. I want to have a child,” she begins to eat her food again.

“I am being serious about you using me,” I say. My brain screams in the background what the fuck am I talking about?

Penny shakes her head. “I don’t want to share a kid. He or she will be mine 100%.”

My eyebrows furrow. “Why? Can’t we share?” Why can’t we share what the hell has gotten into my head?

“No sharing. I want this kid for myself,” she replies, her eyes are filled with sadness. She looks away quickly.

“Fine, the kid is 100% yours.” My mind screams at me, What the fuck did you just say?

She drops the fork and twists her body to me. “Dr. ChuPing has an app. If I sign up, I get a kit which has a watch that measure your heart rate, body temp.”

Chuckling I show her my wrist. “My Apple watch does that too.”

With a light slap she hits my wrist. “I’m being serious. When the watch dings it means its time,”

“Time to fuck. I think I like this Dr. Chu Ping,” I reply. I take joy in watching her little chubby cheeks become pink.

“We don’t need to fuck. But I need cups of your cum, if we are going to do this.”

I throw back my head and laugh. “I am not giving you cups of my fucking cum.”

“I have to had sperm on hand. When the watch dings I have two hours to inseminate myself.” She says this with a serious face.

I exhale. “We are doing this the old-fashioned way. My cock is going to water your garden the old-time way. I will be available for every “ding”.

“Tarek,” Penny says as she hops off her chair and walks into the living room.

I drag my hands through my hair and follow her, sitting on the sofa next to her. “I am being serious. Let’s do this.”

She bites her nail. “You will have to get tested and?—”

“Whatever, send me the information and I will get it done. In fact…” I lean into her and her eyes soften. “I would love to enter your temple and water your fucking garden right now.” I wiggle my eyebrows, feeling ready for whatever was about to come at me.

* * *

PENNY

“You’re a bad idea, Tarek Fairisles.” I nibble my thumbnail.

His finger slides the thin strap off my shoulder; he leans forward kisses my shoulder tenderly. “But you like bad ideas.”

I chuckle and reach for his hand playing his fingers. “This baby is going to be mine.”

“I will have my lawyers draw up a contract tomorrow,” he replies.

A baby. I was trying to have a baby with Tarek Fairisles playboy chef.

“Do you have any genetic faults that we should talk about?” I am trying to keep a level head while his hand is caressing my shoulder.

“Yes. I am insanely good looking. In fact, insanity may run in my family. However, I do believe that we should be okay.” His fingers reach for my other strap.

“Seriously? Who was insane in your family,” I ask.

“My mom,” he replies as he kisses to the side of my neck.

“All mothers are crazy. I do believe that if you ever met my mom, you would agree.”

“Hmm.” That was all I was hearing from him.

I push him back. “We have to set some rules.”

“Fine. Set the rules Penny,” Taking a pillow he covers his lap.

Trying to have a level head while being horny is not for the weak. I press my hands down in the air and exhale. I can do this.

“When my watch dings, I will program your phone to receive the message at the same time. If you are in not available that is okay.” My foot shakes as I think about other things to say.

“I will be available every time that watch dings,” Tarek replies.

“We will have a two-hour time limit from the ding. I will just message you and say, ‘It is time’.” I should take notes.

“I have a better idea. Send me a Gif of Rafiki,” He chuckles.

“Ra-who?” I ask.

“What was your childhood like? Rafiki from Lion King?” Tarek rotates his hands like he is waiting to see who Rafiki was.

“I didn’t like tv much as a child. I have yet to watch the Lion King,” I reply holding in the laugh as I can see the shock come onto Tarek’s face.

“Okay, send me a water emoji and an eggplant.”

“You’re so crass. Okay. Do you have any rules you would like to add?” I ask because it’s only fair since I am using his body.

“You can only ‘ding’ with me.” Tarek’s face falls flat as he says this. His silver eyes are trained on me.

“No ‘dinging’ with other guys. You can ‘ding’ other girls just wrap it up.” Why the hell did I say that? I don’t want him sleeping with other women. But at the same time, we aren’t in a relationship so I can’t tell him what to do.

Tarek twists his head to the side. “You want me to fuck other girls while fucking you?”

“Now that you have said it out loud, no I don’t.”

“We only ding each other—” he counters.

“Until I get pregnant,” I snap. “I might not get pregnant right away.”

Tarek nods. “We’ll fucking ‘ding’ till you are.”

I get up and walk to the barstool where my phone was, and I text “DING water emoji and eggplant.” To Tarek’s phone.

“If you have any more rules, please feel free to run it by—” He cuts off as he pulls the phone out of his pocket.

A deep chuckle surrounds me. “I didn’t hear your watch go off,” he says as he place the phone on the coffee table in front of him.

“Well, I think we should test it out to see how this works.”

An evil smirk spread across Tarek’s face. “Come back here.”

The way he commanded me sent a shiver up my spine, my belly flutters in anticipation. I walk over to him, our eyes lock. His legs are spread wide.

He looked at me smirking. “If you want this, baby, take it,”

“I am not afraid of you,” I shot back.

He grunts. “You should be.”

Slowly, I drop to my knees, his eyebrows lift in amusement. Oh, he thinks that I’m playing.

I smirk, holding his gaze I slowly unbuckle his belt.

Pressing my hands on either side of his thick thighs, I lean down to his erection, I find joy in watching it twitch under his zipper. My breath ghosted over his zipper, and I flick it with my tongue before catching it between my teeth, pulling it down inch by inch.

As his pants open, I take pleasure in watching his stomach, shiver.

I press my nose against his erection inhaling the clean scent of him.

“My dick is not a fucking rose Penny,” Tarek growls through his teeth.

I grinned up at him. “I am about to treat it like one,”

Sitting back on my calves, I press my hand unto Tarek’s abs, my other slips past the elastic of his boxer brief. My fingers wrap around him, heat pulsing against my palm.

His dick twitches in my grip, my eyes flick to his face. He looks so God damn stoic, like my touch didn’t affect him. I was about to change that.

My fingers encircle his dick and slowly bring it out into the light. I watch as his cock slaps against his stomach, just above his navel, thick, veined and hard.

I lick both my palms before wrapping them around him, twisting as I stroke, slow and purposeful, rotating as I come down.

“Tell me what you like, Daddy,” I murmured.

Tarek arches his eyebrow. “Daddy?”

“Well, if I get pregnant, that’s what you are about to be…well sort of,”

A deep chuckles rumbles in his chest.

“Show me how you like to be touched…daddy,”

Tarek takes his cock into hand and begins to stroke himself. The strokes are long and hard. I massage his thighs, digging my nails into his muscles. He watches me with hooded eyes as he curses under his breath.

“Shit,” he hisses.

My pussy clenches. Watching him touch himself, the way his abs tighten with every movement, makes my brain turn into fucking mush.

“Okay stop,” I command.

He immediately stops. Power rushes through me as I take him into my hand, and I begin to twist and rotate. I take delight in the subtle lift of his hips.

“You like how that feels?” I tease.

He nods.

“Look at this veiny pink cock getting harder from my touch,” I say, feeling both powerful and horny.

“Can I suck it Daddy?” I ask, my voice dripping with wicked intent.

His face remains blank, but he nods. I am going to wipe that stoic look right off his face.

* * *

TAREK

I am putty in her hands. The moment she looks at me with those innocent doe eyes and breathes. “Can I suck it daddy?” I was done for.

She closes her eyes and sinks down, her lips parting, her tongue beneath my cock. A moan erupts from me.

“Fuck,” My head falls back, hips lifting, chasing that promise of pleasure.

I grip the side of the sofa, and she giggles, and I knew then and there that it was demon time. I glance down, watching her, feeling every flick and roll of her tongue. Her moans vibrate on my cock, her eyes flutter shut like she is savoring my taste.

I thread my hands through her locs, gripping them I tilt her head back. Her eyes light up so I gripped her hair tighter.

“Pull that panty to the side,” I murmur. My voice is rough. “Touch yourself while you suck my fucking cock.”

She obeys, her knees spread wider as her hands disappear beneath the hem of her dress. But I don’t like that. I want to see more.

“Get up and take that dress off,” I command.

Penny tilts her head, mischief in her eyes, standing slowly. “You can take your clothes off too,”

I laugh. “You don’t give instructions here Treasure.”

She peels the dress over her head standing naked except for those delicate lace panties.

“Leave the panties on and come back here.” Seeing her soft skin glow…fuck me.

My gaze devours her as she kneels, leaning back, leg spread, teasing herself under the lace.

“Pull that underwear to the side and play with your pussy for me.”

Penny’s eyes never leave mine, as she reaches down and begins to touch herself.

“Open your mouth for me Treasure,” I commanded.

Quickly, she leans forward, she throws her head back and stretched her tongue out.

“Shit,” Gripping my cock I tap it against her tongue, before pressing forward pass her lips. She moans around me and the sound made my spine tingle.

She stops touching herself to reach for me.

“No hands Treasure, continue rubbing that clit for me.”

“Open wide.” Slowly, I feed her my cock. A shiver runs through my body as she closes her eyes and moans around my cock.

There is something fucking sexy about having a woman enjoying giving a blow job.

Her eyes fly open, the moment I hit the back of her throat. I fist a handful of her hair, holding her steady.

“You can take it,” I growl.

Tears well in her eyes as her throat squeezes me, I push a little further.

“Pen, hold for me baby. 1, 2, 3.” I pull out, she heaves as she tries to catch her breath.

Tears run down her face. Shit, maybe I pushed her too far.

“Pen, I?—”

“Do it again,” she whispers.

I lean forward, pulling her hair. My hands go again to her throat as I kiss her deeply. There is something intoxicating about tasting Penny and I blended together.

“You’re perfection,” I moan as she takes me back into her throat.

Penny’s nose flares and tears run down her cheeks. It’s like she has little gag reflexes. My head rolls as she creates a small vacuum.

I hold her face, enjoying the way her cheeks hollow. Slowly, I begin to fuck her face.

“You’re doing such a good job, Treasure. Such a fucking good job,” I murmur.

My hips begin to get a mind of their own. The stroke becomes faster, my abs curl and flex as I try not to ram my cock down her throat.

“Look at you getting my cock so fucking wet. Fuck Treasure,”

Her eyes stare back at me, tears fall out. Shit, I should stop —then she winks at me. Shit, she is perfect.

“Stand up, turn around,” I command.

With ease she stands and turns around. I don’t think I could get any harder, then I see the beautiful round curve of her ass. I can’t help it; I smack her cheeks, loving the way the soft flesh ripples.

I pull her underwear down her legs allowing her to step out of it.

I tap the inside of her legs, encouraging her to open wider.

“Bend over and hold on to the coffee table.”

As she bends, I hold my breath, waiting for the small reveal of her pussy.

I sit closer to the end, my cock strains begging for attention.

“I just need one taste,” I whisper.

My tongue catches the sweet nectar that was escaping her body. She pushes back into my face, and I know I need more.

With my two hands, I part her pretty cheeks, and I begin to eat. Her moans tell me that I am on the right path. She begins to tip toe, so I dip lower, my tongue seeking into her.

Her knees buckle, I can feel her squeezing against my tongue.

I pull away, and she moans in frustration.

“Sit on my cock Treasure. Fucking ride me.”

Shit, I think I’m getting addicted to fucking her raw.

* * *