Her Keeper

Chapter 33

--Geovanni Parris--

The heavy rain beat against my windows as the wind howled. Lightning illuminated my room right before a thunderclap shook the glass door leading to my balcony.

Guilia began screaming at the top of her lungs from the crib which stood across from my bed. Sighing, I got up and lifted her out of the crib, trying my best to calm her down by gently bouncing her in my arms.

My poor baybeh's afraid of thunderstorms just like her mother.

I sat on the edge of my bed, attempting to rock Guilia gently back to sleep as the door slowly opened then closed after which, Julliet put in an appearance. She was carrying a pillow and a blanket. I know that her ass was just as scared as our daughter right now, so I just let her be.Feeling the bed dip behind me, I was now fully aware that she had gotten in.

You're probably wondering why the fuck she's still here. Well, so am I.

After the shit that went down two weeks ago she hadn't left and I've learnt to ignore her ass as long as she stays the fuck out of my way.

Anyone would probably think that I'm dumb as hell for letting her back into my life after it's very clear that she's never going to stop messing with her ex man, but Julliet is the first and only person I've ever had such a soft spot for. She'd probably be the death of me.

Guilia was now attempting to look behind me, and I knew that her mother lying on the bed behind me had caught her attention. I glanced behind me to see Julliet's back turned toward us. I cleared my throat and swallowed all the mean shit I was dying to spit out at her. "Julliet, Guilia is tryna get your attention." I informed her, causing her to turn around and sit up, before taking Guilia from me.

Guilia babbled happily as soon as she was in her mother's arms. I listened as Julliet played with our daughter. Both of them were babbling unintelligible language to each other until Guilia became a bit fussy from the thunder rumbling again.

I reached for the remote control and turned the t.v. on in an attempt to drown out some of the noise from the thunder, while Julliet breastfed Lia.

Julliet's eyes met mine and we held each other's gaze for a while. She gave me a sorrowful look, causing me to quickly look away from her as I put my focus back on the television.

I had a soft spot for her and she knew exactly how to rub it like a magical genie's lamp and my dumb ass would be ready to grant her wishes.

From my peripheral vision I could still see her staring at the side of my face. It was becoming uncomfortable, so I got out of the bed and made my way into the bathroom.

It's been well over a year since I had some pussy and having Julliet in the same space as me did some things to me from time to time.

I stripped out of my clothes and got into the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water a bit. I palmed my hardening shaft and began stroking it at a suitable pace for myself.

Images of Julliet flooded my mind as I squeezed my eyes shut, picking up the pace. My breathing got heavier as I braced one hand against the tiled shower wall.

"Shit." I hissed, slowing down my strokes once more. Suddenly a smaller hand pushed my hand away before it wrapped around my shaft and caused my eyes to fly open. My eyes were met with Julliet's darkened orbs as she stroked me.

I wanted her. I couldn't even front like I didn't. I was relapsing. Ready to get strung out on a drug which I know too well isn't any good for me.

"Fuck." I swore under my breath as her strokes became more aggressive. Her damp hair now stuck to her face, neck and shoulders as her lustful eyes remained focus on mine.