by Reana Malori
Weekend Rendezvous
Reana Malori
Weekend Rendezvous
Copyright © 2017 Reana Malori
Cover Artist: Covers by Shirley
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Weekend Rendezvous
Jackson (Jack) Pittman is a Navy man through and through. “Love ’em and leave ’em” is his motto. He has his SEAL team, his friends, and spends his life hunting the bad guys. What more could he need?
Lisa Worley has only herself. No husband to drag her down, no children to worry about, a career that she loves, and friends she can depend on. That’s the life she wanted. Her home is becoming too quiet at night with only the TV occasionally breaking the silence.
The night Jack met Lisa, they both discover something neither expected nor wanted.
Now Jack has a beautiful woman in his arms at night to keep him warm. Someone to welcome him home when he returns from a mission. Sexy. Brave. Strong. Dependable. If he had to put in an order for an ideal woman, then she was it.
The excitement of leaving on dangerous missions no longer appealed to him. It was time for him to slow down. Maybe the day had come to finally admit how much he needed her and wanted to make a life together.
Between the harsh words, misunderstandings, and hurt feelings, Jackson and Lisa must decide if what lies between them is worth fighting for.
CHAPTER ONE
The incessant ringing of her phone broke through Lisa’s sleepy mind. Initially, the sound seemed like it was a part of her blissful fantasy of Jack doing naughty things to her body, so it didn’t register that she had to do anything but lie back and enjoy. It had been a wonderful dream, too. Jack had been pressing tiny kisses on her abdomen, making his way down her body to her hidden treasure.
The things that man could do with his tongue should be outlawed in every country and designated a weapon of mass destruction. Then, just as things were starting to get good, that damn phone started to ring.
“Mmmmm, that feels amazing. Don’t stop, Jack,” she whispered into the room.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be right back. Just give me a second,” Jack muttered softly. She froze at the sound of his voice. The events of last night started coming back to her as her brain tried to wake-up.
Jack had come home yesterday. He’d been on another mission and had been away for a few weeks this time. When her phone had come to life yesterday afternoon with his distinctive ring, she’d practically fallen over herself to answer it before he hung up.
Oh yeah, the phone. It had stopped ringing. Good. Now Jack could get back to what he was doing.
“Hello?”
She heard his voice, but her mind was still trying to catch up. How late had they stayed up last night? She felt like she’d been put through the ringer.
“She’s still sleeping.” He paused as if listening to the person on the other end, then he laughed. “No, she’s at my place, Kara. I’ll have her call you back when she’s awake. Give my godson a hug and a kiss from Uncle Jack,” he uttered before placing her phone back on the dresser.
Wait…he placed her phone back on the dresser. And did he say Kara? Oh fuck. Her eyes popped open and she whipped her head over to the spot where he was standing.
Looking down at her, as if waiting for her to turn toward him, he smirked. The expression on his face gave him away. He’d done it on purpose.
“Did you answer my phone, Jackson?” she asked in a groggy voice that was still hoarse from all the screaming she’d done last night.
“Yup, I sure did. And don’t call me Jackson,” was his only retort.
“Why? I like calling you Jackson. One day you’ll learn to just give in and let me do what I want. Now. Back to the question at hand. Why did you answer my phone? Do I answer your phone?” she mumbled, gathering the sheet around her body.
“I answered it because it was ringing and you were too tired to pick it up. Plus, it was Kara, and I didn’t want her worrying about why you didn’t answer when she called.” She knew his smooth response was meant to answer her question and squash the conversation. Then she saw the look of stubborn determination in his eyes.
“I told you I would tell Kara and Austin about us when I was ready. I wasn’t ready,” she muttered under her breath. The damn cat was out of the bag now and there was nothing she could do to put it back inside. “Did you really tell her that I was at your place?”
“Sure did. Because it was the truth. Did you want me to lie to her?”
“What I wanted was for you to not answer my damn phone.” Frustration filled her voice.
She knew exactly why he’d done it. He’d been asking her to tell Kara about them for almost a year, but she’d refused every time. Not that she didn’t want to tell Kara and Austin, but as soon as she did, she was sure the questions would start. Ones for which she had no answers.
“Come on, baby. After all this time, do you really think we’re hiding this from them? They’re both very smart people,” he said, while climbing back into his king-sized bed.
He’d been naked when he got out of bed to answer the phone, and she could see his cock thickening as he walked back toward the bed.
“It’ll be fine. You can call her later and tell her I stole your phone and was playing a joke on you.”
“Jack, don’t think you’re gonna make me stop being mad at you. You did that on purpose.” Although her words were strong, her resolve was melting the closer he got.
Jackson was her weakness and he knew it. Her mouth began to water and her stomach started to quiver and shake the closer he got to her. Oh goodness, how could one man make her turn into a puddle of jelly so quickly… Her resistance to him was nonexistent. The look in his eyes told her that he knew exactly what the sight of his body was doing to her.
“I don’t want you to stop being mad. Angry sex with you is some of the best sex I’ve had,” he retorted as he nipped her upper thigh with his teeth.
“This is not over,” she whispered breathlessly.
“I know. We can talk about it later. In about three or four hours. After I get my fill of you.” His voice had deepened as he spread her knees apart and settled his lean body in between her soft thighs.
His once-flaccid cock was now rock-hard and bumping up against her hot channel, seeking entrance to the one place she would never deny him. Widening her legs even more, she tilted her hips to get the tip just where she needed it to be.
His head fell forward as he began to slide inside of her warm body. The burn and stretch of his rigid cock felt so good. She hissed in ecstasy as he sank inside of her, one of her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed forward. In all the months they’d been together, she never got tired of this. Of him. Once he was fully in to the hilt, she gasped as the tip of his thickness tapped her cervix. “Oh, yes,” she whimpered.
“Forgive me?” he asked as he began a slow rhythm, thrusting inside of her body with long strokes, with his mouth placing small kisses on the patch of skin just underneath her ear where her neck and shoulder met.
“No.” She resisted his attempt at seduction. “Still mad.”
Smiling, Jackson moved into position. “Then let me fix that.” Grabbing one of her legs, he placed it in the crook of his left arm.
His rig
ht hand reached up and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers twisting in her thick, messy hair. She loved it when he pulled her hair. Jack had a kinky side that he only pulled out when he wanted to make a point, or get her to surrender to something he wanted.
If truth be told, it usually worked. Just like now. How could she stay mad at a man who pulled her hair while her legs were spread wide open and his thick cock reaching depths only he’d been able to get to? She couldn’t.
“Oh Jack,” she murmured between her moans.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, so much better,” she managed to say as she scored his back with her sharp nails.
There was nothing better than this. She would be mad at him later.
* * * * *
Six hours later, Lisa sat on her couch with a glass of wine. She dreaded making this phone call, but if she didn’t call Kara back today, she’d never hear the end of it.
Jack was true to his word and hadn’t let her out of his sight until three o’clock that afternoon. Good thing it was Saturday or else she’d be calling in to work the next day. Her body was sore from all the sex they’d had since he’d called last night to let her know he was home. The hurt was a good one, though, so she wouldn’t complain.
Finally escaping his arms and his bed, she’d fled to her own house, thankful for the excuse of him going out with some of his buddies that night.
It made her smile that the first twenty-four hours after his return home had been reserved just for her. She got him first. All his attention had been focused on spending time with her. Jack probably didn’t even see the significance of that, but Lisa did.
Tonight was for him. He needed time with his friends to hang out and reconnect. She was okay with that and would gladly let him have that time away from her. Mainly because she was confident that once he finished his fun, he would be at her door.
Some would say that as a strong, independent woman, she should demand more from him. That allowing him to treat her like a booty call was beneath her.
They just didn’t understand what she and Jack had. Their relationship wasn’t traditional. They were both okay with that, because they had set the ground rules early and both had to abide by the terms of their agreement. It was what worked for them.
They’d been seeing each other since the first night they’d met at that country bar. It was the same night her best friend Kara had met her husband Austin. Things had started light and fun, which is exactly how she liked it.
From their first interaction, she’d known he was a lady’s man—never to be tied down to only one woman. At first, their relationship had been very casual. Neither had expectations from the other person. He’d call when he was home from a mission, or she’d call him when the nights became a little too lonely. It was an arrangement that worked out for them and neither questioned what they were doing. It had worked out well for both of them, at least for a while.
Over time, things began to change. He began to call her within hours of returning home, asking if she were free to see him. She began dreading his departures and welcoming his returns, her heart beating out of her chest in anticipation. Slowly but surely, she began to miss his presence whenever he wasn’t around. She’d gotten used to the smell of his cologne lingering in her bedroom. Shoes that lay haphazardly by the bed. The little things that spoke to their relationship would make her sad during those long days and weeks when he was away.
Her thoughts would constantly fill with images of them together, their bodies entwined as they made love. When at work, she would find her mind wandering as a picture of his handsome face would enter her thoughts, that sexy smile he gave her as they lay in each other’s arms.
There wasn’t a name for what they were and that worked out just fine with her. He was too much of a man for her to call him her boyfriend. They’d stopped seeing other people almost immediately once they’d started sleeping together. When they both finally admitted that they were exclusive and stopped hiding it, things had fallen into place. At that point, he could no longer be categorized as a casual fuck or a booty call.
What they had was much stronger than that. Placing such a flippant title on it felt wrong. That didn’t change the fact that she still didn’t know what they were. Friends with benefits? They were more than that. Lovers? Maybe. Then again, maybe it didn’t need a name at all. As long as they were both happy, that’s all that mattered.
And she was happy.
Wasn’t she?
Not willing to think about the answer to that question too long, she took a deep breath. Stretching the kinks out of her neck, she looked over at her phone. Might as well get this call over with. Lisa picked up her cell phone and pressed the number for her best friend.
“It’s about damn time you called me back, woman,” Kara said as she answered her phone.
“And how are you tonight on this lovely fall evening?” Lisa said in response. She couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s greeting.
“Don’t you start with me, Lisa. You have some ’splaining to do.”
“Not really. I mean, shit, Kara. You’re grown and you know how it is. Do I really need to explain anything?” she asked flippantly. Going down the path of really talking about her relationship, or whatever it was, between her and Jack wasn’t something she was looking forward to.
“Lisa, come on. Remember. This is me you’re talking to. I know how you feel about relationships and men taking over your life and being involved in everything you do. Honey, Jack answered your telephone. That tells me a few things. Are you ready to hear what I think?” she asked.
“Not really, but I know you’re gonna tell me anyway,” she retorted. Rolling her eyes and inhaling a deep breath, she settled in. This was exactly why she kept her business private.
“Don’t be smart. You’re just mad ’cause you got caught dipping into the Kool-Aid. Anyway, I think Jack is comfortable answering your phone because he knows you’re not seeing anyone else but him. He knows you’re his, so why not answer your phone. And the fact that we haven’t gotten a call from the local police regarding his demise means you let him live.” Kara paused and whispered something to her son David before picking up the conversation again.
“Think about that, sweetie. He answered your phone, told your best friend you were still sleeping in the bed at his house, and yet you let him live. I think you’re addicted to what he’s putting down in the bedroom,” she finished in triumph at her sleuthing skills.
“I’m not so sure about that best friend title anymore,” Lisa mumbled into the phone.
“What was that?” Kara asked, a smile clear in her tone.
Lisa knew damn well Kara had heard every word.
“Well, it’s not really a big deal. I just don’t have time to see anyone else but Jack, and he’s comfortable. And I didn’t want to kill him since he gives it to me so good when he’s at home,” Lisa blurted just to freak Kara out.
“La la la la la,” Kara said loudly into the phone. “I do not want to know how good Jack is at putting it down. Girl, do you realize that every time I see him now, I’ll be thinking about you and him doing the nasty. That’s so damn wrong. You know you ain’t right for that,” she said with a laugh.
Lisa took a sip of her drink and laughed at her friend’s reaction. “Oh, stop. After all the times you’ve told me about how worn out you are when Austin comes home from a business trip or how you couldn’t go to the gym with me because your body was sore. Don’t even try it.”
“Well, that’s different. I had to explore my wild side and you’re the only one who would understand. You, on the other hand, invented the phrase kinky sex, so if you and Jack are compatible in the bedroom, that just means he’s as much a freak as you are.”
“Mmmmm, yes, he sure is…” She couldn’t help but think back to some of the things they’d done just a few hours ago.
“Okay, okay. Get your mind out of the gutter. Now to the real issue. Why didn’t you tell me the two of you wer
e together?” Kara asked with a touch of hurt in her voice.
Lisa knew her best friend tried to hide it, but it came through anyway.
“It’s not that I was hiding it from you.” Lisa tried to downplay her response.
“Then what would you call it?” Kara asked. “Because I would call it hiding. How long have the two of you been seeing each other?”
“Since the first night we met him and Austin,” Lisa admitted after a short pause.
Kara’s silence came across loud and clear on the phone. “That was almost three years ago.”
“Not that long.” Lisa grumbled.
“Yes, it was,” Kara sighed. “Okay, maybe two and a half years, but still a long damn time.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Lisa, you’ve been seeing Austin’s best friend for more than two years?” she asked in shock.
“Give or take,” Kara said with regret. She hated this.
“And never mentioned it to me once,” Kara countered.
“It hasn’t been constant. At first, it was just fun and casual. It wasn’t anything serious. You know how often they went out on missions. We became exclusive shortly after that, but only started talking about going public a year ago,” she admitted.
“Wow. This is a lot to take in. I guess I’m just a bit shocked,” Kara responded in a low voice. “And maybe I feel a little hurt. Why hide him from us? Wait. Is he the one hiding you? Is he ashamed to be with a black woman?” she asked, with some indignation creeping into her tone.
Lisa had to stop the path of this conversation or else Kara would say something to Austin. If Kara got it in her head to have Austin talk with Jackson, it would be much worse. Leave it up to Kara and she’d have Jackson forcing Lisa to put a bag on her head when they went out in public.
“No. No. It’s nothing like that. I’m not hiding him and he’s not hiding me. It’s just, what we do is just between us. It’s not serious, but it’s also a little more than casual. Hell, I actually don’t know why we’ve kept this so quiet.” She bit her lip, worrying the flesh as she went on to admit the next point. “He’s been on my ass about telling you and Austin for the past few months.”
