Page 42 of The Phyre that Burns

“Yeah. He very much lives in a reality TV show. I’m not sure how he manages it, but both women are cool with it.”

“If they like it, I love it, but don’t you ever in your life try that shit with me.”

“I wouldn’t, but I’m glad you’re thinking about our future together.”

We entered my gated community and soon turned into my long, curved driveway. Ginae didn’t wait for me to open her door once I pulled into the garage, and by the time I’d gathered our things from the car and gone inside, she was already in the bathroom, preparing to shower.

“What time are we meeting for dinner?” she shouted above the noise of the running water.

“Seven.”

We had an hour and twenty minutes, which I thought was plenty of time for a quickie.

“Phyre, what are you doing?”

“I think you know. C’mere.”

Ginae didn’t put up a fight at all. When our lips connected and our tongues dipped in, out, and around each other’s mouths,I felt like I’d made it home. I was hungry for her, and her energy matched mine. As we were drenched in the water from the shower, my dick hardened against her stomach. She reached between us and grabbed it, rubbing the tip with her thumb before stroking up and down.

“I love you, Phyre.”

If I remembered correctly, it was the first time she’d said it first since we’d reunited, and that fact made my lips curl into a smile against hers.

“You love me?”

“I do.”

I backed her against the wall, and she tightened her arms around my neck as I lifted her legs around my waist.

“I love you more than you’ll ever love me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“It’s a fact. You ready for this dick?”

“Always.”

I slid into her tight, slippery hole, and I sighed because nothing in the world felt better than Ginae’s pussy. Her mouth around my dick was a close second, but her pussy was always my first choice.

The quickie I had planned morphed into something more. We didn’t have much time, but I took my time anyway. Each stroke was deliberate and intentional. I wanted her to feel my full length and the tip of my dick touching her gut. I wanted her to feel every vein and the throbbing of my most sensitive muscle as I filled her with our future children.

“My God, Phy. Why does this feel so good?”

“This is what love feels like, baby. This is what it feels like when two souls made for each other become one. You were meant for me, and I was meant for you. Do you believe that, baby? Do you believe we were meant to be?”

“Yes, baby. I’m cummin’!”

“Ginae,this is my sister, Phoenix, and her husband, Kevin.” Phyre introduced us.

“It’s nice to meet you both. I’m sorry we’re late,” I said as I shook Kevin’s hand.

Phoenix ignored my hand when I offered it and pulled me into a hug instead, which I absolutely didn’t mind.

“Oh my God. You are absolutely beautiful and glowing.” Phoenix cooed when we separated.

“Thank you, and so are you. I heard congratulations are in order.”

“Yes.” Phoenix touched her stomach, which was still flat. “My first prenatal appointment is next week, so we’ll see you atthe office. Did Phyre tell you he agreed to deliver his niece or nephew?”