And even Mitch and Blake had a run-in when her ex-boyfriend, Lloyd, showed up at a Christmas party Mitch and Blake held. Blake had invited Lloyd’s mother, who had been like a mother to Blake. But Lloyd had taken that as an open invitation to show up without his wife by his side.
Mitch had blown up and kicked everyone out of his house, including our family. Blake thought he had gone too far, and it took a while for them to come back from that. But eventually, Mitch’s jealousy calmed down, and they worked through their issues.
Madison and I had our first major argument as a married couple when she announced she was retiring from ballet. She no longer wanted to dance professionally but wanted to put all her focus and energy into running the center.
I felt like she was giving up her dreams to do something she thought I expected of her. But in time, I was convinced she was fulfilling her heart’s desire. And when we decided to start a family, I knew it was for the best.
How my wife’s tiny body carried and birthed three babies at once, I would never know. She was still a petite woman, but some of the weight from her pregnancy had stayed in her hips and ass, and it looked great on her. I loved watching her ass jiggle whenever I spanked her. It was fuller and curvier than before.
But I was thankful for the sacrifices she made to start a life with me.
“WHAT’RE YOU DOING HERE? It’s after midnight,” I said when I found Madison in the kitchen.
“Just putting away the last of the food we’d left out for late-night snacks,” she said, as she tucked a bowl into the refrigerator.
Madison moved to the sink and turned the water on to rinse the sink. I quickly moved behind her, wrapping her in my arms.
“Can you believe you nearly married the wrong guy?” I asked, kissing her underneath her ear.
“Mmm, thank God, I didn’t, huh?”
“Yup,” I said, spinning her around to face me. “Feel that?”
“Uh-huh, that’s what got me into trouble with those three babies upstairs.”
“No, that’s what’s brought you many nights of happiness and many days of satisfaction,” I said, before kissing her and slipping my tongue into her mouth.
“KB, why are you starting something you can’t finish,” she whimpered.
I grabbed her hand and placed it against my dick. “Who the hell says I can’t finish it.”
“The kids are asleep. Their room connects to ours, and we’ll wake them up.”
“We’ll find a place to go,” I said.
“Where? The rooms are all occupied, KB. There are nineteen freaking people in this house. There’s no place to go,” she moaned, slipping her hands down my jogging pants and grabbing my meat.
I pulled my pants down and slipped off my shoes.
Madison’s eyes grew wide as she stared at me, butt naked in the middle of my parents’ kitchen.
“What the?”
I backed her up to the side of the aisle in the kitchen.
“What’re you...oh, no, no, you’re not, KB!” she hissed as I lifted her ass onto the counter. “I’ve got to make my babies food on here.”
Looking around, I smiled and lowered her to the floor.
“KB! You’re not fucking me on the kitchen floor!”
“Watch,” I said, jerking her panties and shorts down and pulling them over her ankles. I tossed them behind me as I lifted her tank top and removed it, too.
“We’re gonna get caught, KB!”
“Yummy,” I said when I saw she wore no bra.
Her breasts were heavy with milk, and I had no problem sucking away. She alternated between breast and bottle feeding, and I knew she had recently pumped.
“Aww, fuck,” I moaned around her nipple.
“KB, stooooop,” she moaned while pulling my head closer to her at the same time.
“Uh-uh,” I groaned, easing it into her.
Madison lifted her legs, wrapping them around my back and welcomed me inside.
“Aww, fuck!” I moaned again, sinking deeper. There was nothing like being bare inside of her slick, hot pussy.
I humped my wife, right there on the kitchen floor, sliding my dick all inside of her, hitting every angle I could. I wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t take my time grabbing what I wanted from her. And she denied me nothing, even when I made moves I knew hurt her.
That’s the way it had always been with Madison. She’d give me all of her, and I’d give her the world.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! KB, I’m gonna cum, baby! I can’t hold it!”
“Fuck yeah, baby. Cum all down this dick! Drench this dick with that sweet pussy. That’s it, baby,” I growled in her ear, pumping her.
She kept crying out, tears coming from her eyes. I pulled out before she came.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
“Huh?”
“Get on your knees and turn around. It’s time to punish you.”
“For what?”
“You told me ‘no’ when I said we were fucking in the kitchen.”
She turned around and got on her knees. I smacked her ass, letting my fingers cup the curve of her vulva, slowly pulling the slickness with me.
“Look at me,” I said.
When she did, I sucked my fingers into my mouth. “Damn, baby. You taste so fucking good!”
“Oh, shit, get inside of me, KB. Get inside this wet pussy now,” she begged.
I slammed inside of her. Over and over again, my balls smacked against her pussy as I dug inside of it.
I felt her trembling underneath me. My arm wrapped around her, holding her up as my other finger slid in and out of her, gliding along with my dick.
“I ca—I can’t breathe,” she whimpered.
“Come on, baby. Just give it to me,” I coaxed.
And she did. Just as she released, I ejaculated all inside of her.
We remained in what my wife referenced as a “tabletop” position when she was doing yoga. I kissed her back, still holding onto her as we each worked to regulate our breathing.
“Kent, is that you?” I heard my mother call.
Fuck!
“Shit!” Madison hissed. “You got my ass caught again?”
“Nah, I got you covered, baby,” I said cheekily.
After all, I was hovering over her and all inside of her.
“And you, too, Madison?” my mother called out.
“Ma, go back to bed. We were having a private discussion. Can you give us a few minutes?” I called out.
“Uh...sure, honey, you sure you’re okay? I see your clothes over here on...oh my!”
I looked over my shoulder to see my mother holding mine and Madison’s clothes in her hands. She dropped them and gracefully turned away.
“It’s okay, son. Your father and I have had fun in here a time or two, also,” my mother said, walking away.
I gagged. What the fuck?
Madison chuckled underneath me.
“What the hell is so funny?” I asked, sliding out of her and grabbing our clothes off the floor.
“You Black men are all the same,” she said, snatching her clothes from my hands and hastily putting them on. “Now I know where your nasty ass gets this freaky shit. You’re just like your daddy,” she said, running up the steps.
I chased after her, heading straight for the shower we would enjoy together. But not before we stopped to check on our three perfect angels. Two princes and one princess.
CHAPTER 35 – VICTOR (EPILOGUE)
“I know I’ve been a hard man to please in love and life. My father was a hard man to please. A physically and mentally abusive man. You know that.”
“I do, sweetheart.”
“He gave my brothers and me hell until the day he breathed his last breath. Nothing was ever good enough for him. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn from his mistakes, but I tried to be a better Norman Black than Norman was. Meg, I’m sorry for that,” I said, taking her hand in mine.
“Victor, I already forgave you. You’ve been apologizing for the
last couple of years. The boys and I have forgiven you.”
“I know...We can’t get those years back,” I said.
She smiled at me and remained quiet for a few minutes before breaking the silence.
“Through the years, I’ve watched all four of our sons. Each of them is like you in some intricate way. But they took those traits and turned them into good.”
She rubbed my thumb with hers.
“I know. Grant is dedicated and has a strong business mindset like me. Yet, he’s a soft-hearted, warm individual. He cares deeply for the wellbeing of others, like you. I’d been a fool to push him into a relationship with London Brightwell, not caring that she’d screwed my nephew while engaged to my son.”
“Well, darling, your concern was what their breakup would mean for our business,” Meg said.
“Yeah...I’m glad he’s got Alex. She’s a good woman who loves our son and made him a better man. Now, Greyson, he’s got passion and vision like I did. Although he loves creating new things and watching them grow, he’s not selfish. He opens doors for others and employs their ideas.”
“Yes, he does. Thank God you never had a chance to give Nicole hell. He protected her from you from day one,” Meg said.
I nodded.
“I think Mitch is the one most like you.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that,” I chuckled.
“That’s the reason why you gave him so much hell. I always knew that.”
“I failed that boy.”
“Vic, if you didn’t love yourself, how in the world could you show affection toward an offspring who’s just like you?” Meg pointed out wisely.
“I know. Mitch was wild, unstable, bad-tempered, and had a weakness where women were concerned,” I said.
“Mm-hmm, but he wasn’t always unstable. That came from you sending him away. His weakness for women isn’t the same weakness you had. You couldn’t keep your pants up, but although he slept around, he protected them from his brokenness,” Meg observed.
“Yes, he did.”
“Blake was his healer.”
I laughed. “And to think, I thought Mitch would ruin Blake.”
“You always misjudged Mitch and underestimated him. But placing him in Grant’s old role was the best thing that could’ve happened to him,” Meg said.
“No, the best thing that could’ve happened to him was Blake. Grant urged him to take my challenge that he wouldn’t last, but that damned, Blake? That girl raised the stakes on him.”
“Yes, that she did,” Meg said, smiling as her eyes followed Blake, who was walking across the lawn towards the pool.
“Kent. Well, he’s the one that’s just like you. That boy’s got nothing of me really,” I said, as I watched my youngest son climb slowly into the pool with his daughter in his arms.
“I wouldn’t say that. Kent’s got a lot of ways like you,” Meg said with a smile in her voice.
I turned to see her smiling at me. “What ways?”
“Oh, for one, he’s kinky like his daddy. Loves getting caught in the act. Something about that seems to get a rile out of him.”
I thought about the times I’d been caught in the act. They hadn’t been good. Detrimental to my marriage because they were with women other than my wife.
“And he has that same business sense you and Grant have,” Meg added.
“Yes, he does. Smart boy. He was smart for not letting Madison get away, either. Two Cabot girls in one family. What did I do to get so lucky?”
“It wasn’t you; it was them. You’ve got amazing sons.”
“Thanks to my amazing wife,” I said, leaning in to kiss Megan on the lips. “You’ve done a wonderful job keeping this family strong. Meg, you stuck around no matter what I did. When I met you, someone so beautiful and humble, I couldn’t believe that you believed in me the way you did. Instead of appreciating it, I abused it, feeling like I wasn’t worthy of your love and attention. Feeling that way so much until I made sure I wasn’t. Even when I got sick, you never left my side,” I said, feeling my eyes tearing up.
“When I said for better or for worse, I meant that Vic. Did temptation to fool around come my way a time, or two? Yes.”
“With who?” I asked, jealousy rearing its ugly head. Jealousy, I wasn’t entitled to.
“Don’t worry about that. It’s all in the past now. Have I had the opportunities? Certainly. But you were my world, and I knew you loved me. You just didn’t know how to love. I’m a good woman, Vic. And just because you weren’t a good man didn’t mean I had to lower my standards. I always respected and loved myself more than I hated your infidelities. And my boys? I would never break up the home to punish you. That would have hurt them more if I had sent you away than if I’d allowed you to stay because they were crazy about you. But they needed to see all of you. The good and the bad, so they would know how to grow up and be the men they needed to be and learn what type of man they didn’t want to be. If I had taken them away, they might have missed that lesson. I couldn’t tell them about their father’s faults and expect them to accept them. They needed to see on their own.”
I sat back, watching my sons interact with their wives and children. My glance strayed to Nicole and Madison’s parents. They were playing with their son’s children. That was a family full of love, which reflected in how grounded Nicole and Madison were. Two loving parents whose world centered on one another and their kids.
I was thankful the Cabots had come to join us for this week-long vacation. It gave me a chance to get to know them and understand both my daughters-in-law better.
“Pops, can you and Mom watch Grace for me?” Alexandra asked as she carried a sleeping Grace to my wife and me.
“Sure, Alex,” I said, standing and accepting Grace from Alexandra’s embrace. I lay my granddaughter on the little cushioned chaise lounge beside Meg.
“Thanks, guys,” she said, running off.
“That one has a beautiful heart. Alex easily forgave you.”
“Not to mention how she sat by my bedside while I was in the hospital and read to me every evening.”
“She did?”
“I never told you?” I asked, looking at my wife.
“No, you didn’t. I knew Alex sat with you most evenings when she got off work, but I had no idea she was reading to you.
A tear dropped from my eye, and I swiped it away. Quietly, of all my daughters-in-law, Alexandra held a particular spot in my heart. The stroke had weakened my resolve to be bitter about my early life, but Alexandra had kicked down the walls.
Her ability to forgive this old man for his evil, vindictive ways taught me what true forgiveness and humility meant. It was after she’d spent time reading to me while I was still in the hospital that I realized life was too short to hold grudges. It was too short to hold on to the past. And I made up my mind as soon as I left the hospital, I would make things right with my sons.
And I had. It took a while, but over time, my sons all forgave me, and we were on the road to building a strong, healthy relationship.
“I love you, Megan Black.”
“Not nearly as much as I love you, Victor Black.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving you wrong,” I said, cradling the back of her head and pulling her towards me.
I kissed her soft lips, pulling my fingers through the strands of her long hair.
“Grandma! Grandpa! Watch what I can do! Watch what I can do!” Gabriella shouted, tapping me on the knee with one hand and tugging on Meg’s wrap with her other one.
We watched as she ran back to the pool and climbed onto the diving board. With Greyson standing in the water, she bounced on the diving board and then dove into the pool, resurfacing in her father’s arms.
“Bravo, kiddo! Bravo!” I shouted, standing up and clapping, along with Meg, and Eddie and Angie Cabot, Nicole and Madison’s parents.
My heart burst with pride, as I marveled at this family, I shared with my wife. I’d lost a lot in lif
e, endured a lot of heartache and disappointment, as much as I’d created it. But through it all I’d come out on top, claimed the victory, and continued to put in the hard work daily to preserve my beautiful family.
I was a proud man. Proud of these men. These children were my seed, the one good thing that came from my bloodline—the sons of Victor Black.
MOTIVATION FROM THE BLACK COFFEE SERIES...
One more mile to go, and I could skip over to French Toast for my morning coffee. The coffee shop had the most fabulous coffee in the southeast. It was my one lousy addiction that I couldn’t purge. There was something about the smell of those fresh-brewed java beans that stirred up my eneoji and kept me going.
EXO’s Power blared through my earbuds, drowning out the sound of the soles of my gym shoes slapping against the pavement. The fast-paced beat allowed me to keep a steady, but rapid pace as I wound my way up the curving hill, accelerating my heart rate.
The crisp morning breeze flowed over me as I checked off my mental to-do list for the day before I showed up at my job at K-One-Oh-Two, a struggling hip-hop station here in Atlanta. Sales had slumped, and our marketing team had an early morning meeting to address the concerns of upper management.
To me, it was a no-brainer, but the powers that be didn’t think it was so simple. Everyone was going to the Internet for music. We needed to offer more digital services and stop focusing on selling radio spots, with digital as little more than a sideline. Integrating digital into our business in a way that addressed the need to target a different customer set and generate revenue from there would stabilize sales.
With the ability for customers to access their music online via other media forums without the advertisements and other distractions the station provided, it’s no wonder they were turning away from us. If we could implement podcasts and other services that targeted a younger audience, we could turn around our revenues, and we would see growth. Right now, management wanted to hold on to an older generation that did nothing for us.
I pushed through as I controlled my breathing. This last hill was always the hardest, but if I could make it through this hill, I was home-free once I jogged down the other side. It was the final leg of my journey.
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