by Reana Malori
Jack turned his head toward the guy and gave him a long look. Who the fuck was this guy, anyway? If he said what Jack thought he was going to say, he was gonna fuck him up. Looking at a few of the other guys, they had the same look on their faces.
“What is it that they say, exactly?”
With a stupid smile on his face, the newbie stepped into a shit storm. “You know, once you go black, you never go back. Right?” he asked with a smug look on his face. “Hell, maybe I need to try some of that dark meat.”
Jack’s fist hitting his face was the last thing the guy saw before he passed out.
“Damnit, Jack! You can’t just go around punching people,” one of the guys called out.
“He’ll be fine. Fuck. My hand hurts now.” Wincing as he shook out his hand, he tried to take away from the pain.
Looking up at his buddies, Jack shook his head in defeat. “I think I’ve had enough fun for the night. I’m heading out. I’ll see you guys in a couple of days. Will Neimar be okay?”
“Yeah, man I’m sure he’ll wake up with a headache, but he’ll be all right,” Chris responded.
Saying his good-byes to his team, he walked out of the bar and into the cool night air. He couldn’t believe he had gotten into it like that with Austin. That his best friend would think he was ashamed to admit he was dating a black woman was some fucking bullshit.
“When have I ever given him that idea?” he pondered as he walked to his motorcycle. The rumble of the engine soothed his battered soul as he drove down the highway.
The wind and the cool night air was a balm to his aching body and spirit. He would never fucking admit it, but Austin’s accusations stung. He wasn’t a closet bigot. He wasn’t hiding Lisa. They’d both agreed this was the best.
Hadn’t they?
No, he’d never dated a black woman before, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have if given the chance. The opportunity had never come up before.
Maybe it had, but he’d never taken the chance. There was the one seaman who worked in the administrative offices who all the guys had wanted, but he’d passed her by as if she didn’t exist. That wasn’t because she wasn’t beautiful, because she was.
What the other guys didn’t know was that he’d overheard her and a few of her female friends talking. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but her words had caught his attention. She’d mentioned that she preferred dating older married guys because they had more to lose and gave her whatever she wanted. Hell, her friends had been white and he’d given them the same treatment, but maybe no one had seen that. Looking back, Austin had been with him several times when he’d walked past the black chick and ignored her.
Then there was that time after he’d come home from a mission and had that fucking letter from Sarah waiting for him. They’d gone out a few days later and a gorgeous honey-colored black woman had approached him. He hadn’t been in the mood to talk to anyone and so he wasn’t very nice when he’d let her down.
If he recalled correctly, he’d told her he wasn’t interested in anyone who looked like her.
Shit.
His refusal to engage with the beautiful woman who’d come on to him wasn’t because she was black, but she had a look about her that caused every man in the fucking room to watch her as she walked. The last fucking thing he needed in his life was a woman who could pull the attention of any man she wanted and knew it. It had nothing to do with her race, but with how fucking beautiful she’d been.
He’d turned down plenty of other women in the past and they’d been all colors and races. Even with his willingness to date a variety of women, he’d never dated a black woman and those two instances must have stuck out in Austin’s mind.
Well, Damn.
Now he knew why his friend thought he was ashamed of Lisa.
It was too late to try and head to Austin’s house and explain things. Plus, Austin was supposed to be his best friend. He should know Jack better than that.
Deciding that he was in no position to head over to Lisa’s house, he turned his bike in the other direction. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with the fallout from tonight.
CHAPTER THREE
Heavy knocking sounded on Lisa’s door, waking her up from a very good dream. Not only did Jack fill her days, but now he was taking over her nights as well.
The pounding on her door became louder until she couldn’t ignore it any longer. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she grabbed her robe from the back of the door and put it on as she walked down the stairs.
“I’m coming. Hold your damn horses,” she called out. Arriving at the door, she looked out the peephole and saw Jack standing on her front porch.
What they hell was he doing pounding on her door this early on a Sunday morning?
Unlocking the door, she swung it open and he rushed inside.
“Well, good morning to you, too,” she mumbled as she closed and relocked the door. She felt the press of Jack’s body against her back and leaned into him. His hands began kneading her breasts through the material of her robe and her tank top that she’d worn to bed. “Mmmm, Jackson. Hey baby,” she whispered as she reached back and used one hand to grab the back of his head.
“I need you, Lisa,” he murmured in her ear. He used one hand to untie her robe, sliding it from her body as she still faced the front door.
“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom? I just woke up, Jackson, let me get myself together,” she spoke breathlessly.
“No. I can’t wait. I missed you last night,” he growled. “I won’t do that again. Stay away like that, I mean. I should have come to see you.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked while trying to turn her head to face him.
“Face front, baby. I need your hands on the door,” he ordered. Nipping her lightly on her shoulder, he put enough pressure in the bite for her to yell out in surprise. He’d learned the things that turned her on and used them against her without hesitation.
Whenever they were together, part of the fun was allowing Jackson to explore her body, learning all the ways he could make her scream out his name. As he continued to kiss and suck on her skin, she could feel her body warming up and knew her channel was becoming slick with desire.
“Jackson, what’s gotten into you?” Her tone was low and guttural. Not that she was complaining, but this was new. He never came over this early in the morning after a night out with the guys. Either he left the guys early and spent the night with her, or he arrived late in the afternoon after he did whatever he needed to do with his team—and his hangover had worn off.
“Just need you, baby,” he whispered as he dipped his hand into her panties, his fingers finding her slit. One thick digit began to manipulate her clit, beckoning the bundle of nerves to come out and play.
Lisa widened her legs as the feeling got good to her. Pressing her ass back against him, she felt his cock thicken beneath his jeans. Adjusting his hold on her, he positioned his hand so that the base of his palm rested over his clit while his fingers traveled down. One digit entered her body and began to slide in and out of her. Her moans filled the room as he manipulated her body, but she never moved her hands from the door.
“That feel good to you, baby? My finger sliding in this juicy pussy make you feel good,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes. Oh Jackson, I need more,” she pleaded with him as her body continued to slicken. Her head lightened as gooseflesh tore its way across her skin and she wondered if the feel of Jack sending her to another place could be considered an addiction. He made her high, lost to the world, and made more than her toes curl.
He pressed another finger inside of her, the motion becoming rougher, faster, and more frantic as her body responded to the feeling of something thick inside of her.
The wet sounds from their desire could be heard throughout the room. She would be surprised if her neighbors couldn’t hear it as well. The sound echoed in her ears. Her body was calling out to him for more.
Jack was the only who could make her feel this way. In and out. In and out. Oh God, she was on the verge of coming and he’d only been using his fingers.
His other hand kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. His hand left her breasts and she almost cried out, until she heard his belt coming undone and his zipper being pulled down. Tears began to form in her eyes as she welcomed what was about to happen.
“I’m about to fuck you until you forget your own name. The only name on your lips should be mine,” he stated in a low tone.
When she didn’t respond, he stopped moving his fingers inside of her, taking her looming orgasm with it, “Damnit! Yes, Jackson,” she yelled out.
“Good girl.” Removing his fingers from her pussy, Jack lifted his hand to his mouth. All she heard were sucking sounds and licking, “Damn, baby, your pussy tastes so good. I could dine on this all day. Want a taste?” he asked while placing one digit in front of her mouth.
Tilting her head forward, she took his finger into her mouth and began to suck it as if it were his thick cock. “That’s right. Taste how I make you feel. Taste my very special brand of ambrosia.”
Positioning his cock at her slick opening, he began to slide inside of her body. His thickness stretched her open as he pressed inside her slick channel without stopping.
A moan escaped, but she never stopped sucking his finger. Her essence, combined with his unique taste, was driving her crazy. And knowing that his fingers had been inside of her body and coated with her juices caused her pussy to clench in need.
“Damn, baby. Yes, squeeze this dick. Take Daddy’s dick,” he ground out, his voice rough with need. Jack began driving into her body even harder and faster. Removing his finger from her mouth, he grabbed her hips with both hands and began fucking her faster. He was hitting spots that even he had not tapped before.
“I’m not letting this pussy go. This is my pussy. I don’t care what you or anyone else says. This is what I need. You are what I need.” Words flew out of his mouth as he fucked her up against the door. He was half-dressed and still wearing his boots. She was disheveled from sleep and splayed wide open for him.
Lisa could feel the orgasm building in her body and by the changing pace of Jack’s body, he was feeling the same. Fingers closing in a fist, she pressed back as her man pushed forward, making the friction of their bodies coming together that much more intense. The walls of her pussy pulsed and she opened her mouth to scream. Jack covered her mouth with his hand and she felt his warm breath in her ear.
“Scream all you want baby, but I’m not gonna stop. This pussy feels too fucking good for me to stop. You can take it, baby. No, don’t pull away from me. Take all this dick, because it belongs to you.”
Body shuddering in release, she pushed her hips backward and then her back arched as she tried to get him in deeper. As her core clamped down on him in release, his words reached her over the roar in her ears.
“Yes, baby, give it to me. Make Daddy feel good. Oh, damn, this pussy is so fucking good. I’m coming, baby. I’m gonna fill you up. I’m not letting you go, Lisa. I’ll kill any motherfucker who tries to make me. Yes, baby, take all of me.”
Feeling the warm gush of his release inside her body triggered another orgasm. She could feel her body sucking him in, trying to pull out as much of his life-giving seed as she could.
Minutes later, they still stood at the door, both of them taking deep breaths trying to calm themselves.
“What was that for,” she asked as she started to pull forward and separate her body from his. He stepped away from her and she felt the loss immediately. Damn, she really had it bad for this guy.
“I just needed to see you. I went home after the bar and fell asleep. I think next time, I’ll just make the trip over here regardless.” he said, just as she turned to face him.
“Yeah, you—what the hell happened to you?” she yelled out, her eyes going wide at the purple bruises covering his face.
* * * * *
“I’m gonna kill him.”
Pacing the room, Lisa was beauty with a dash of vengeance all rolled into one.
“No, you’re not,” he responded calmly. He wouldn’t admit he deserved every punch and he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit the real reason they’d gotten into it.
“But all because of a pool game? That doesn’t sound like Austin at all. There’s something more to this. Are you going to tell me the truth, Jackson?” she asked.
Reaching out to grab her hand, he stopped her pacing and pulled her in close to him. Sitting on the edge of the couch, he pulled her between his legs and looked up at her. “That is the truth. Things got a little out of hand last night. You know how we can be sometimes.”
“But, baby, look at your face. You’re all bruised up.”
He smiled crookedly. “Nothing I can’t handle. I’ve had worse.”
“Well, that still doesn’t make it okay. Does it hurt?” she asked, lifting her hand to touch his face.
“A little.” He winced in pain as her soft fingers touched his cheekbone.
“I’ll get you some ice. Did you sleep last night?”
“Not really,” he admitted. Not wanting to let her out of his arms, he tightened his hold on her. “Really. I’m fine. I didn’t sleep last night because you weren’t in my arms. I missed you.”
“Don’t try and sweet-talk your way out of this. I’m not going to forget this and Austin is gonna get an earful when I see him again.”
“Lisa. Baby, please. Just leave it alone. This is between Austin and me. I don’t need you getting involved,” he snapped.
His voice came out sharper than he’d intended. From the way she reared back from him, he knew she was not happy with his tone. She stared at his face, her eyebrows raised and her mouth open in shock.
“Did you really just… Okay. Why don’t you get your own ice since it’s no big deal? I’m going to take a shower,” she grumbled. Pulling out of his arms, she gave him a look that he had come to dread.
The one that made it clear he was in the doghouse.
Lowering his head, he shook it in disbelief and laughed derisively. His homecoming was not what he expected. He’d gotten into a bare-knuckle fight with his best friend and now his woman was pissed off at him. Damn, he was batting a thousand this weekend.
“Lisa, baby. Don’t be like that,” he called out, but all he saw was her walking away from him, her robe trailing from her hand and her beautiful thick ass swaying from side to side as she walked. Biting his lip, he forced himself to not follow her.
Maybe she deserved to be pissed. First, he’d shown up at her house without warning, fucked her up against the wall, and then refused to tell her why his face was all messed up. Yeah, she had every right to be pissed at him.
With one last lingering look towards the stairs, he stood up and began to get comfortable. Taking off his shoes, he left his jeans unbuttoned and kept his T-shirt on. Walking into the kitchen, he thought about his relationship with Lisa. And yes, he considered this a relationship.
When they’d first met, it had been a game. A very fun game, but they both enjoyed the chase. Neither of them were looking for anything serious. They were both focused on their careers and it worked for them. They had some good times and had no claim on the other.
One sexy, memorable night about two years ago, things had changed.
Knocking on her door, Jack prayed she was at home. It had been a hellacious mission and he needed something…no, someone…to keep him company. If there was a word to describe how he felt right now, it would be tired.
No, that wasn’t the right word. Weary was more like it. Yeah, that was it, he was just weary. Shit always got hot when they were in the zone and this time was no different.
Knocking again, harder this time, he hoped like hell she wasn’t out tonight. he didn’t think he had it in him to go anywhere else.
“Who is it?” he heard her call out.
“It’s me. Jack.”
After a few seconds, he heard the door unlock. “Hey you, what are you doing here?”
“Are you alone?” he asked.
After a second of hesitation, she opened the door wider and waved him in. “Yeah, I’m just watching a show. You hungry?”
Stepping inside, he peeled off his jacket. “Yeah, but not for food.” Watching her closely, he saw her throat bob as she swallowed.
Walking away from him toward the kitchen, she continued speaking, “Everything okay?”
He nodded, “Yeah, it’s fine. Just wanted to see you.”
“It’s late, Jackson. You always call me before you arrive.”
His eyes fixated on her lush ass in front of him, he could only grunt in response. “Don’t call me Jackson.”
Sarah used to call him Jackson and he tried to avoid all things that reminded him of that time in his life.
She stopped walking and turned toward him. “Why can’t I call you Jackson?”
“Baby, I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Why not?” Lisa asked.
“Just…please, don’t. You always call me Jack. I like that.”
Her eyes bored into his for a second as he stared back. Tonight was not the night to bare his soul. He wasn’t sure if that time would ever come.
“Hmph. Okay. For now.” Lisa turned and began walking again.
Following her, he walked up to her, pressing his front to her back. Trapping her body between his arms, he nuzzled her between her neck and shoulder. He’d learned this was a surefire way to get her hot and ready for him.
“Jackso…I mean, Jack. What are you doing?”
“I told you. I’m here for you. I need you. I just got cleared and drove all the way up here to be with you. It’s two hours, but I needed to see you. I couldn’t go another moment.”
“What if I’d had company?” she teased.
“Then he would be on the front porch wondering how the hell he’d gotten his ass kicked so fast. Don’t tease me, Lisa. Baby, put the plate away. I came here to spend time with you. I needed to see you.”
