Sweet in the Middle

by TaugJaye Crawford

  “Really?”

  Eris nodded her head in agreement.

  “Really. That shit was hard as fuck, but P wouldn’t let me go out on no more coward shit. That’s something within myself that I had to overcome, and I truly believe that we were brought together to help bring that out of me. Especially if I didn’t want to lose you either. You’re not the only one in love. My hopeless romantic ass dun’ been shot by the same arrow—I know I’m corny as hell—but, just as you as well, love. I’m glad we’re on this journey together, and I’m willing to give us another try if you are too.”

  Giggles emerged from Eris’ lips the moment Emery jumped on her and repeatedly placed kisses to her cheeks. When their lips finally met, that spark that’s never left, surged through their bodies, sending a thrombosis of chills down their spines. The addition of their tongues hiked the humidity up another six degrees, and now they were in heat. Had it not been for the ringing of Eris’ phone, they never would’ve stopped.

  The sight of Maverick’s name on her screen forced her to swallow a lump in her throat as she looked at Em.

  “Don’t tell me you’re pregnant?” she grinned.

  “Oh, God, no. Ain’t no more babies coming up out of this uterus. The shop is closed.”

  “So, who’s Maverick?”

  Eris grinned at the cute way Emery raised her brow.

  “Long story short, we’ve been fucking for six years, and I saw him during our breakup when he was in town. He told me that he would be back to visit soon, but it’s nothing more than that.”

  She went further on to explain a little more about his background, knowing that she could trust her boo. Her attraction to men just wouldn’t wither away overnight. And hell, if ever. She’d been dating men up until they got together, so Em couldn’t get mad at that. Her boo getting some dick every now and then, according to the pattern of their past intercourse, wouldn’t be a problem at all. She knew that Eris was a grounded woman. There wasn’t a wicked thought in Emery’s mind that Eri would be out here disrespecting their relationship like these ho-ass niggas (and bitches) be doing.

  She trusted her woman.

  But—there was one condition…

  *SITM*

  It’d been so long since Emery’s had her lips wrapped around a real, pulsating, and pretty fucking huge dick, but shorty hadn’t lost her touch. Maverick held both her and Eris by the hair as they tongue kissed on his tip. It was oozing with pre-cum. Emery’s tongue traveled down the thick vein that aligned the left side of his shaft until she reached his nuts while her boo swallowed him whole.

  Maverick was having an out of body experience.

  Right hand up to God, he was only fucking Eris as long as he’d been a widower, and it ain’t hinder his masculinity one bit that he was almost forty engaging in his first threesome.

  Not to mention, with two of the finest women he’d ever met outside of his wife.

  When he pulled up on Eris, prepared to take her to dinner, and was greeted to Emery, he then realized what kind of party it was.

  The three of them wined and dined at the most exquisite steakhouse St. Louis had to offer, and now they were on to dessert.

  Little Ms. Emery was territorial over her woman and he could respect that.

  Hell, as she should be.

  He got that.

  Even though, in his head, he’d already claimed Eris as his own, but since a relationship wasn’t something that he was ready to give her, blessing their union came natural and genuine.

  Em made his Big Mama happy, and that’s all that mattered as long as he could stay up in them drawls.

  Spit was dripping everywhere.

  Sinful moaning filled the air.

  Emery allowed her tongue to push his balls from one side of her mouth to the other as she reached over and rubbed on her lady’s juicy clit, courteous of her wetness.

  “Shit, y’all!”

  His nut was leaking out the end of his dick as Eris lapped all of his kids up. Em was licking on that sensitive part of his shaft, right below his juicy mushroom tip, heightening the intensity of his orgasm. The nut leaving him just wouldn’t cease to expel from the pleasure.

  The freak in Em wanted a little taste too, so she stroked Maverick’s dick while she and her boo’s tongues overlapped like they were making a movie.

  Mav was spent, but his man’s was on a mission to get back up so he could bang both their fine asses the fuck out.

  He reached for his blunt on the nightstand, lit a flame, and started stoking himself back to length while the ladies devoured each other.

  Up on their knees, their heads swayed back and forth as their tongue kiss grew even deeper.

  Fingers were in slits, hands smacked and gripped on asses, nipples were being pinched, licked, and sucked on.

  The shit was sexy.

  It was like watching porn in HD.

  Maverick felt his dick jump in reaction to his Big Mama lowering her head so she could suck on Emery’s nipples.

  They were so passionate, almost forgetting that he was even present.

  Good, gawd, had Emery missed this woman’s touch. No one could handle her body with so much tender love and care the way Eris did, and she was standing on that.

  “Sit on my face,” Eri whispered between the kisses they briefly shared.

  She was dying to taste her and didn’t hesitate to inhale her clit the moment she mounted her. Em knew they were putting on a show, so she planted her feet on either side of Eris’ face and popped a sexy squat to give their sexy ass visitor a great view.

  Hell, she could admit that Maverick was fine as shit.

  He grunted while quickly stroking his mans at the sight of her fat pussy and the way Eris’ lips and tongue attached her nub.

  Emery threw her hips to the motion Eris was making her head snake back and forth. The tip of her tantalizing tongue traveled from one end of her pussy to the other, and it turned her to putty.

  “Fuck, Eri…I love how you eat my pussy, baby,” she squealed while running her fingers through her hair.

  Emery’s back bucked when Maverick leaned over and started licking on her pearl.

  Shat!

  Two tongues would always be better than one!

  Her legs were giving out.

  Her poor knees.

  Her shaky hands.

  But when her nub disappeared between Maverick’s lips and Eris stuck her tongue in her tunnel, she creamed every got damn where and swore the notion forced her to foam at the mouth.

  Shorty collapsed on the opposite side of the bed and had to get her life together. Her chest was tight, she was out of breath, and she was still seeing stars.

  A smirk graced her face when the sweet melody of Eri’s voice filled the air. Emery bit down on her lip and started rubbing on her sensitive clit while she watched Maverick drill his dick up her walls in the missionary position. It didn’t take her long to roll over and start flickering her tongue on Eris’ pearl to induce the wrath of some double stimulation.

  “That shit taste good, don’t it, ma?” Maverick grunted while his slippery dick continued to thrust in and of her sheath until it slid out. He grabbed hold of himself and patted it on Em’s lips before she slid it down her throat. Her eyes crossed at the taste of Eri’s honey coated around it. So much so, that she had to get in formation and eat that pie like she was racing for a first place prize.

  The back shots Mav was putting on her as she buried her face with gourmet fillet mignon were so beguiling. They were so fucking gratifying, hitting each angle of her tight slit, that, she found herself missing dick for a hot minute.

  Just a minute.

  Emery knew that Eris was the one for her and vice-versa.

  Nevertheless, he was hitting that shit just right. She saw why her boo couldn’t leave him alone.

  Eris was crying out for dear life at the way this woman licked her from a soprano to the highest octave her voice could hit.

  Head. Should not. Be. This. Damn. Goooooo
ooodt.

  She was a little skeptical about doing another threesome considering her first attempt.

  *Slaps forehead*

  But between the two bossy and horny muthafuckas in this bed, Eris should’ve known that she’d be in for way more than she could ever bargain for.

  “And when I’m feeling incomplete, you’re my missing piece,”

  -Keyshia Cole

  E-Logue

  “Aye, dad, here she come! Here she come! Ma, over here!”

  Brendan had been up since the wee hours of the morning in preparation for their flight back to St. Louis. His mama was graduating today—had graduated today with her master’s in graphic and computer design, and he was proud of her. He’d be in town all summer, and he was more than ready to kick it with his favorite lady.

  “Aye, I look okay?” he panicked while making sure that his outfit was nothing less than on point.

  His hair was styled in a neat and curly ponytail on top of his head with a fresh fade surrounding it. The letter “E” was shaved on the right side with a cool thunderbolt that connected on the end of it. Cognac-colored khakis skinny leg pants with a nice loose fit, a yellow button-down, and matching cognac Cole Haan loafers was too fresh on lil’ man. A baby-blue tie and a diamond chain that also had a diamond encrusted E-shaped pendant on the end of it completed his dapper look.

  Brendan had mad swag. That was non-negotiable. His father was Royce Langford, and that man stayed laced in designer/at all the fashion shows right along with his wife.

  But little man’s mama had always instilled it in him to dress appropriate for every occasion and to never feel like a lame for switching it up. How women admired a man with range, and Brendan wanted to make his mama proud.

  “You look great, Lil’ Man. Here, let me hold the banner while you take these,” Malika expressed with a genuine smile on her face.

  She handed him two rose-shaped teddy bears in exchange for the poster board he’d been waving around. Congratulations, Mama! You did it!, was exquisitely drawn on it. Eris had passed her gift of art and drawing down to her son, so the calligraphy appeared as if it had been professionally done.

  “MAMA!”

  “Hi, son!”

  Lil’ Man was so excited that he dropped both teddy bears and ran right into her arms. Eris had to find her ground in the five-inch Giuseppe platform heels to make sure she and her baby didn’t hit the pavement.

  Emery had designed her a beautiful white-satin maxi dress that tied at the waist on her right side. The neckline was low but didn’t reveal much of her cleavage at all thanks to her suction-cup bra. The ensemble swept at her feet and housed a split that revealed her left leg, showcasing the perfect amount of skin since it was long sleeved.

  Her hair was styled in a wild and loose fishtail braid that hung over her shoulder. It was the perfect style so her cap could fit nice and flat. Diamond hoop earrings, a matching engraved necklace with her son’s name as the pendant, an ankle bracelet, and a bright shade of matte maroon lipstick was all she wrote.

  She looked absolutely stunning.

  “Congratulations, ma! You did it! I’m so proud of you!”

  “Thank you, baby!” she replied with tears of joy cascading down her face. “You look very handsome! You clean up well, son!” she beamed.

  “Never be afraid to switch the style up, remember?”

  “That’s my boy.”

  Brendan politely helped his mama stand up before he picked up the bears.

  “My bad. I ain’t mean to throw y’alls gifts on the ground. I got excited,” he cheesed. “The yellow one is for you, and the maroon one is for you, Ms. E. Excuse me for being rude. I just be excited to see my ole’ lady. You look real nice today, too. Mama told me yo’ favorite color was maroon, so I had to make sure I came correct.”

  “Awwwwwn! Thanks, Lil’ Man! I appreciate that! How are you?”

  Eris stood back with a smile and watched as her baby wrapped his arms around Emery. It was their first time publicly meeting, but after she and Em got back together, their introduction could no longer wait.

  "Thank you so much," she then whispered in Malika’s ear as the two of them embraced.

  Malika was a great stepmom. When Royce couldn’t gather up the correct words to sit down and talk to his son about her dating women, simply because it was still something hard for him to process, she stepped in and had a nice chit-chat with Brendan.

  Again, Lil’ Man was so wise for his age. He loved his mama more than breathing, and all he wanted was to see her happy. Why knock the person who could do that for her? Brendan might’ve been young when his parents were together, but he remembered those nights when they used to argue in the next room over. And as he’d gotten older, he saw that, with time, their relationship had mended. That’s all any eleven-year-old could ever want was for his parents to get along.

  “You’re welcome, Eris. He took it so well, and I just thank God that he’s not the same asshole as his father,” Malika snickered.

  “Girl, yes! Praise the damn Lord!”

  “Congratulations, baby.”

  Eris didn’t expect to hear that voice. Of course, she’d invite her mama and ‘nem to her big day, but it honestly surprised her that they’d shown up.

  Standing there was her parents, her grandparents (both sets), her sister, and the rest of her immediate family. No, she hadn’t talked to them much since the night of her granddaddy’s birthday, but life was too short to be holding grudges. As long as they respected her relationship with Emery, it’s all she could ever ask for.

  “Thank you, ma. I really appreciate it. I wanna introduce y’all to Emery,” Eris expressed with a smile after she embraced everyone.

  “It’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Emery. Welcome to the family.”

  Eris stood back with her arms around her son as her boo embraced her mama and peoples.

  Her watery irises were evident, but who gives a damn?

  Love and genuine acceptance is all she ever wanted, and after her family saw that she was more than willing to cut them all off to live her life, they came to their senses, and she now had that.

  “Girl, it took forever to find you! This crowd ain’t no joke! Wassup family? Congrats, Er Bear! I’m so damn proud of youuuuuuuuuu!”

  “Thanks, P!”

  Of course, her best friend in the whole wide world wouldn’t miss the event.

  Him and Bali both.

  Over his damn body.

  “And look at what the cat dun’ dragged in.”

  “Boy, bye,” Bucky joked as she came into view.

  She and Eris weren’t as close as they used to be, and it was honestly for the best. Bucky still had the hardest time, “letting Eris go” if you catch my drift. Eris made it clear that she wasn’t putting up with that shit. There was no beef because everything had been grilled. Eris had made a vow to live her life how she saw fit for her and her son. As long as they were happy, accounted for, and well taken care of, outside opinions didn’t matter.

  “Where we going to eat, mama? I’mma pay for you and Ms. E’s food,” Brendan announced while he looked up into her eyes. “I made sure my account was sitting real nice too so I could treat y’all. Don’t look at me like that, ma. I been waiting on this day. I gotta step up as the man of the house eventually.”

  The family exploded in laughter at the seriousness written all over his face.

  “Can I leave the tip?” Eris giggled as she pulled him close.

  “Nope. I got this. It’s yo’ day.”

  She looked up at Royce, who had that signature goofy look on his face with his hands up in mock surrender.

  “He put in work around the crib for that money, E. Let my boy be a man.”

  Defeated, she announced that they had reservations at the Twisted Tree before the pictures and family photoshoot began.

  “Are you riding with us to the restaurant, Brendan, or with your dad?” Eris asked as everyone headed towards the shuttles that would take them b
ack to their vehicles.

  “With y’all. Pops already know once I touch down that I’m all yours. He’ll be a’ight.”

  “That reminds me,” Emery commented after his response. She went into her purse and grabbed a red folder. Not only had she gifted her lady a Mercedes GLE Coupe for her accomplishments, but there was one last surprise she had for both Eris and Brendan, that she knew would slap a smile on their faces.

  “Emery, what is this?” Eris shrieked with the raise of a brow.

  “Y’all moving, ma?” her son questioned, being nosey as he looked through the folder with her.

  “Only if she says yes.”

  When Eris realized that the paperwork said Phoenix, Arizona, the tears inevitably ran down her face.

  “Em, are you serious?” Her voice was hardly audible as Emery flashed her with the brightest smile ever.

  “We’ve had the conversation about moving somewhere warm all year around, so I figured why not? My Te-Te is dying to buy my place for her oldest daughter if I give her the green light, and we could pay yours off and rent it out—only if you’re okay with that. It’s all up to you. The realtor is waiting on our call. I know you miss Lil’ Man more than anything, and now that you’re finished with school, the world is an open canvas for us.”

  “Maaaaaaaa!”

  Brendan lost his shit and wrapped his arms around Eris’ waist, begging and pleading with her to say yes. Her moving to Arizona had been at the top of his Christmas list since he moved, and it’s all he wanted—Eris, too, but the cost of living in Phoenix was just so expensive.

  “Ms. Eeeeeeee! You love my mama like that?!” he exclaimed while running over and hugging her too.

  “With all my heart, Lil’ Man. For you and your mama, Ms. E gon’ always step, alright?”

  “Maaaaaan, you a blessing, I swear! Mama, is you gon’ do it?!”

  Eris was floored.

  She never saw this coming.

  The Mercedes was one thing, but this?

  This was insane.

  This was breath taking.

  Life changing.

  Elevating.

  Never in her life could she ever see any of this coming.

  Falling in love with Emery Binx Donatella had literally fallen out the sky. When they say that God works in mysterious ways, it was nothing but the cold hard truth. You only had one life to live, tomorrow wasn’t promised, and if all fails, Eris knew she’d set up a foundation for her to fall back on.