Her Keeper

Chapter 151

--Geovanni Parris--

Thalia was on her knees in front of me as she gave me head.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back on the couch as I tried to enjoy it.

"Ali..." I moaned as my shaft hit the back of her throat.

Thalia wasn't exactly a deep throat pro like Julliet was, but she got the job done.

After about twenty minutes of her pleasing me with her mouth, I nutted. One thing Julliet and Thalia have in common is that they both swallow.

"Come on." I pulled her up by her hand. "Let me return the favor." I said as I kissed her before switching places with her, getting between her legs as she sat on the couch.

I was hesitant to get involved with Thalia for two reasons; one, I didn't know if Julliet was ok with it like she claimed about what she claimed and two, Elliott used to be my friend.

Speaking of Elliott, the last time I saw his ass was when Krys called me and told me that Elliott put his hands on Julliet... Again.

Me and Krys paid him a little visit and I reminded him why it wasn't a good idea to ever fuck with my wife.

I would do anything for Julliet, even if it means trading places with her right now.

Everyday I wake up and hope I get the call that she woke up, but everyday that passes by her chances of doing that seem to be growing thinner.

Thalia's grip on my hair told me that I was doing my job right.

My mind and my heart were in two places at the moment. Half of each were here and the other half was with Jules.

Our kids found out about the relationship between their mom, Thalia and I when Gen walked into Thalia's room and saw all of us asleep on the same bed.

The next day, her and Guilia became prosecutionists and asked us a million questions.

Krys was unbothered by the situation because he claimed that him and Brianna had already figured it out, but he questioned the relationship between his birth mom and Julliet.

He asked if it was the same case scenario and though it wasn't, I thought of how many times her and Julliet would stare at each other. It made me wonder if they were ever involved and I just wasn't aware.

"Oh God, Geo." Thalia cried as her legs began shaking.

Her pussy muscles clenched around my fingers, grabbing greedily at them while coating them with her sticky nectar.

After her orgasm was over, I got on my knees between her legs and penetrated her, while sucking her juices from my fingers.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back.

Her full breasts bounced around on her chest with every thrust. Her mouth hung open as she moaned in pleasure and her hands gripped the pillows on the couch.

"God... Yes!" She cried as I slapped her ass.

"You gon' cum on this dick?" I questioned, causing her to nod.

"I'm gonna cum all over that dick, Daddy." She replied.

A few minutes later, we were both cumming, riding our orgasms out together and panting heavily.

Though Julliet's has told Thalia and I over and over that it was ok if we had sex, I still didn't feel as if it was the right thing to do.

Hence, why I was going to make sure that this is going to be the only time it happens.

Her and Thalia are free to do whatever they want to, but I only wanted Jules.

"Let's go shower." I whispered as I kissed her temples, while she nodded in response. "Let's make this the only time this happens." I added.

"Yeah, let's do that." She agreed.

•°•°•°•°•°

"They're awaiting the go ahead to perform the surgery." Lillet informed me as I walked into Julliet's hospital room.

Of course, she was still unconscious. In her comatose state.

Julliet randomly fainted one day, falling down the stairs. The doctors explained that it was an effect of her chemotherapy and I was lost.

Chemo? My wife wasn't doing any damn chemo.

Or that's what I thought. Indeed, she was and her cancer was getting worst instead of better.

"How effective is the surgery?" I asked.

"Sixty percent." Lillet informed me.

"But it's a risk right?" I questioned as she nodded in confirmation.

"I don't want to lose her, Lillet." I huffed.

"But if you don't do anything there's still a chance that you will." She reminded me.

I was the only one with the authority to give the doctors the permission to do anything they had to do.

After the first month, they wanted to pull the plug on Julliet, making her sound like a fucking electric kettle. Like she'd never work without the machine's help, but I refused to let them.

Three weeks later, her health improved and she briefly showed signs of waking up. She sighed deeply in her sleep and mumbled inaudible words one time.

I decided that I was going to spend all my money to save my wife if it came down to it.

I haven't had to spend it all yet, but I'm willing. There's nothing I won't give up for her to wake up.

"Mr. Parris?" The doctor approached me.

"Wassup man?" I questioned.

"Have you come to a decision as yet?" He asked.

"Yeah, let me get them papers to sign for her to get this surgery." I sighed and watched as Lillet's smile widened.

"Of course." He nodded.

"If you know that this isn't going to help my wife and is going to make it worst, let me know, because God forbid, if you kill her, I'm killing you." I spewed as I watched him hesitantly nod and Lillet's eyes widened.

"I'd try my best, sir." He assured me.

"It better be good enough." I grimaced.

Nodding again, he held out the clipboard, allowing me to sign the papers permitting Julliet's surgery.

This shit better work.

After the doctor left and asking Lillet to leave, I sat on the chair beside her and laid my head on her chest.

I listened to her heart beat in perfect timing to the beeping of the heart rate monitor as her chest rose and fell.

"I miss you so fucking much, Jules." I mumbled as my tears began soaking her hospital gown.

Thalia and I usually came at separate times, because I always wanted privacy with Julliet and everyone understood that.

"If you wake up we're renewing our vows and I'm taking you to France to celebrate." I rambled. "You have to pull through this, Jules. You promised me." I sobbed.

The beeping of the heart rate monitor increased a little, alarming me, then it started going crazy.

The nurses and doctor rushed in and asked me to leave.

"Mr. Parris, please, you have to go." The doctor begged as they tried to get her heart rate under control.

I stared at my wife one last time, before turning and leaving, feeling every bit of defeated.

She promised me.

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~Dolly