Page 100 of Love & Vendettas

“Just want to make sure you’re really good. It’s been a rollercoaster these last few months.”

“But I always want you, Zaire, especially tonight.”

I pull her hand into mine and kiss the ring finger of her left hand. No one knows about our decision except for our three gentlemen, because they were there supporting us.

Neither of us is wearing wedding bands; Bayleigh’s decision, not mine. She says that she’s not ready for the world to know yet, and she’s satisfied staying in our little cocoon.

Inside of both of our ring fingers are tattooed today’s date, 10.05.24, the date of our wedding.

In a small ceremony in a little church in Atlanta, Georgia, a friend of mine married us. We traveled to Atlanta yesterday. The five of us went out to dinner and saw a play at the Fox Theater. This morning, we all had brunch before heading to the church where Bayleigh and I were married.

After exchanging our vows, we headed to a tattoo parlor, and our boys watched us have our fingers tattooed as a representation of our street love. From there, Zechariah drove us to Hartsfield-Jackson airport, where Bayleigh and I flew out to Ojo Spa Resort in Ojo Caliente, New Mexico.

“You think these walls are as secure as the ones back home?” I ask when I plunge into her.

“Ohhh! I don’t give a shit, Z!” she screams as her warm pussy cloaks me like a leather glove.

The tight feel is enough to make me want to cum alone, but I’m not going out like that. I slide back out, and she sucks me back in.

This time, Bayleigh wraps her arms around my back, pulling me closer to her.

I kiss her closed eyelids and whisper. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Waiting on me and never leaving. Most women would give up when their demands aren’t met on their timeline.”

“You had your reasons. I understood and respected them. No need to explain or justify to anyone else as long as you and I had an understanding.”

I lift again and sink. We go on that way for several seconds until I roll onto my side, and she rolls onto hers. Lifting her leg over my hip, I ease gently into my wife, loving the way that she feels around me.

We rock and roll back and forth, giving to each other all that we have and all that we are, same as we have for more than thirty years now.

I regret nothing. I’ve loved her without reserve. Every mistake, every heartache, every disappointment, and every victory, she’s been on this journey by my side. I’d do it all again as long as I could do it with her.

People have tried to take us down, but their attacks have served one purpose and one purpose alone: to make us stronger.

Together, we are a powerful, unstoppable force.