“Wow,” he said with a low whistle. “You look beautiful.”
“How can you see me in the dark?”
“Because I only have eyes for you,” he sang as he crossed over to the bed. Jason set the whipped cream and chocolate sauce on the night table beside the bed and then he took a seat on the edge of the bed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. “This is how I plan to take care of you every night. We’ll put our son to bed and then I’m going to put you to bed.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said as she slipped her hands underneath his shirt.
As her hands snaked up his chest, Jason groaned in delight. Her fingers were light against his skin, but set his body on fire. He pulled back from her and took his shirt off and tossed it aside. “Lay down,” he commanded softly. Ingrid positioned herself in the center of the bed as Jason removed his pants. She smiled at the image of him in his black boxer briefs and bare chest. Her knees quivered in anticipation as he stood at the foot of the bed with the whipped cream can in his hand. “Open up for me, baby,” he said as he took her foot into his hand. Ingrid spread her legs as he brought her soft foot to his lips. Looking at the thickness of her thighs and her round hips, Jason became harder and even more aroused. She was perfect, the woman of his dreams and this time, he was going to make his dreams and hers come true. Easing onto the bed, Jason used his tongue to travel down the length of her leg until he reached her inner thigh. He sprayed a thick line of cream on her thigh and then slowly licked it off, easing up to the wet folds of flesh that hid her desire. Hungrily, he licked the sweet cream from her thighs and slipped his finger between her wet folds of flesh. She moaned as his finger stroked her throbbing bud and his tongue lapped against her thigh. Jason replaced the whipped cream with chocolate sauce and drizzled it on her other thigh as he continued to bring her to the brink with his finger. Ingrid’s knees quivered as Jason licked the chocolate from her thigh and then moved toward her womanhood. He replaced his finger with his tongue and savored the taste of her tanginess mixed with the sweetness of the chocolate.
“Oh Jason,” she moaned. “Ooh, that feels so good.” She pressed her hips against his lips, allowing him to go deeper and touch her where she needed him most. Jason licked her slowly as if she were his favorite treat. Ingrid gripped the edge of the bed as Jason took her over the edge.
“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, yes.” Jason deepened his kiss, lashing her faster until he could taste her orgasm. Ingrid’s body went limp as he inched up her stomach, using his lips and tongue to heighten her desire. She quivered as his mouth reached hers and he gently nibbled on her bottom lip.
“You taste so good,” Jason intoned when he broke their kiss. “But I know you feel even better.” He positioned himself between her thighs and his throbbing manhood danced near her wet opening.
“Jason,” she breathed before capturing his lips and planting a hot, wet kiss on him that shook his knees. As they kissed, he lifted her legs around his waist and they melted together. Ingrid moaned as he buried himself in her wetness.
“Oh, yes, you feel so good,” he moaned in her ear as their hips ground against each other. “I love you. I love you.”
Ingrid was unable to speak, unable to do anything but moan in pleasure. They slowed their pace and Ingrid ran her tongue up and down Jason’s neck sending heated sensations throughout his body. Though he wanted to hold back his pleasure, the more she kissed and teased his neck with her tongue, Jason was unable to hold back his orgasm.
“Ingrid,” he said as he buried his face in her breasts, kissing each one before wrapping his arms tightly around her.
“And this is what’s going to happen every night after we’re married?” she asked with a satisfied smile on her face. “Because I’m going to hold you to it.”
“And I’m going to enjoy being held to it. You just don’t know how much I’ve missed you and being able to be with someone who knows me the way you do.”
She ran her fingers though his locs as he kissed her breasts again. “We missed a lot of time together, a lot of moments like this,” he said.
“We did, but we can’t look back anymore,” she said. “We have a great future ahead of us. But are you sure that you want to give up the life of a megastar for this?”
“I’m tired of Jay Slade,” he said. “Jason Campbell wants his life back. I want to walk down the street without having to look for the TMZ cameras. I want to kiss one woman for the rest of my life.”
“But singing has always been your dream to be a singer. Why are you giving it up now?”
Jason shrugged. “Over the last three years, I saw that the music business isn’t just about talent. There are a lot more Rubys out there than people who want to nurture talent. It’s all about crafting an image. It doesn’t matter if you can sing or not as long as your video gets played on MTV, BET and you have a few million followers on Twitter, then you’re a star. I’m done with that. I can write songs right here,” he said then patted her thigh. “Laying here with you, I’m thinking of so many lyrics.”
“Umm,” she said with a laugh, “I don’t think I want to know.”
Jason looked into her eyes and smiled. “Just the feel of your lips/the rhythm in your hips/every inch of you makes me glad to be a man/I can do anything/can be who I’m supposed to be/you’re the best part of me.”
She stroked his cheek. “That was beautiful.”
“You’re my inspiration. Why do you think I made this last album?”
“Well, let me give you some more inspiration,” she said seductively. Ingrid grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs. When he felt how wet and ready she was, his manhood sprung to attention and they spent the rest of the night making love.
The next morning, Ingrid was awakened by the sound of laughter and the smell of bacon. She stretched her arms above her head and smiled. Last night wasn’t a dream, she was really this happy and her soon to be husband was waiting downstairs with their son and they were cooking breakfast. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand and was shocked to see that it was nine a.m. Ingrid was about to bolt up out of the bed when the door to her bedroom opened and Jason and DeShawn walked in with a tray filled with bacon, eggs, toast, coffee and juice.
“Good morning, Mommy,” DeShawn said happily. “We made you breakfast.”
She smoothed the blanket around her waist as she propped up the pillows behind her back. “I see and it smells great.” Jason placed the tray in front of her.
DeShawn laughed and pointed at Jason. “He burnt the toast at first.”
“What can I say? I’m not as good of a cook as your Mom. But, nothing on this plate is burnt.”
“This is wonderful,” she said after taking a sip of juice. “But you guys shouldn’t spoil me like this.”
DeShawn hopped up on the bed and stole a piece of bacon from his mother’s plate. “OK.”
“You deserve this,” Jason said. “I called the restaurant and told them that you’re not coming in today.”
“Jason,” she said.
“I don’t want to hear it. You deserve a day off and we have plans for you, right little man?”
DeShawn nodded and giggled. “Yes.”
“You eat and I’m going to get DeShawn bathed and dressed,” Jason said.
“Sounds good to me,” she said as she began to eat her breakfast, which was surprisingly good.
Meanwhile, Jason ushered his son into the bathroom to take a bath. “All right,” he said as he began to fill the bathtub, “bubble or plain?”
“Bubbles,” he said excitedly. Jason grabbed the Mr. Bubbles soap and poured a capful into the water. After DeShawn got into the bathtub, Jason realized that he had no idea where to find the washcloths and towels. His son splashed happily in the water, wetting the floor and the legs of his pants.
“Stop splashing for a second, I have to get you a towel and a cloth so you can wash behind those ears.”
“OK,” he said as he stoppe
d splashing and grabbed one of his boats from the edge of the tub.
Just as Jason was about to dash out of the bathroom, Ingrid appeared in the doorway with a towel and washcloth. “You do know that you can’t leave him unattended in the bath, right?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Jason happily took the towel and washcloth and then turned back to his son. “I never said I’d be father of the year this year. You’re going to have to teach me what I need to know.”
Ingrid followed him inside and smiled. “You do have a lot to learn, but I’m hoping you’re going to be a quick study.”
Jason, who had knelt down on the wet edge of the tub gently washed his son’s back and smiled. “I will be,” he said then in a swift motion, he slipped on the slippery edge of the tub and tumbled in. DeShawn laughed and splashed his dad with the sail of his boat.
Ingrid dropped her head and laughed. “Yes, there is going to be a lot of teaching going on here.”
Jason pulled himself out of the tub and shook his head. “I’ll get you a towel,” Ingrid said as she headed out of the bathroom to the linen closet. When she returned to the bathroom, Jason had DeShawn in his arms, wrapped in a towel while he dripped on the floor. Her heart swelled as she saw how effortlessly the two were getting along. The sound of DeShawn’s laughter was music to her ears and she knew that marrying Jason was not only a good thing for her, but for their son as well. We’re going to have a wonderful life, she thought as she watched the two men she loved more than anything else.
“OK, DeShawn. You can go and get dressed in your room so that this guy can dry off,” Ingrid said.
DeShawn laughed and pulled Jason’s hair then hopped out of his arms. “That kid is funny,” Jason said as he peeled his wet shirt off his body. Ingrid wrapped a plush towel around his torso.
“He is his father’s son,” she said with a laugh. “And just for future reference, I don’t allow him to splash in the tub because slips do happen.”
“You have jokes, huh?”
“He’s rambunctious just like you and I loved how he pulled your hair,” she said. “That was classic.”
Jason shook his wet locs, splashing water on Ingrid. “Oh really?”
“And I was going to give you this towel for your hair,” she said then turned to walk out of the bathroom. Jason quickly closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around Ingrid.
“Don’t be like that, babe,” he said then kissed her on the tip of her nose. “I have to dry off and get to the hotel and get some clothes.”
“Why don’t you just move in here?” she asked. “Or. . .”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said.
“And, since you’re still a superstar, I know you have someone here who can bring your things over while I get our son dressed.”
“I was supposed to do that, remember. Did you even finish your breakfast?”
“Well,” she began.
“I told you this morning was all about you, darling.”
“You needed my help,” she said.
Jason squeezed her bottom and smiled, “That’s the understatement of the year.”
“You dry off, get some clothes and I’m going to get me and DeShawn dressed. Then the afternoon can be all about me.”
“And don’t forget about tonight,” he said, lust dripping from his words.
“Oh, that’s my favorite part of the day,” she replied with a wink.
Jason headed to Ingrid’s bedroom and pulled out his cell phone then he called Terry.
“What’s up?” his manager said.
“I need some clothes, actually, bring me all of my stuff.”
“Where are you and what are we going to do about this contest?” Terry asked.
“I’m at my fiancée’s and all we have to do with this contest is get the ads out there and set up some club dates. Don’t get all Ruby on me,” he said.
“I’m not, but you’ve been so focused on your family, what’s the purpose of still doing the contest? I know you came here to win her back and she’s agreed to marry you, seems as if you won.”
“I have won, but I also have an obligation to Def Jam.”
“Can you balance both, family man?” Terry asked with a laugh. “I can’t believe you’re settling down. What about the road? We had some good times on the road.”
“Correction, you had some good times on the road picking up that groupie love,” Jason said with a laugh. “We had fun, but I’m tired of that. I want what I should’ve had three years ago.”
“Well, give me the directions and I’ll get your stuff to you,” he said.
Jason gave Terry the instructions and then stripped out of his wet clothes. He laid back on the bed and threw the towel across his waist.
Ingrid and DeShawn bounced in the room and stopped when they saw Jason on the bed. “What are you . . .DeShawn, go downstairs and watch some cartoons until we’re ready to go.”
“OK,” the little boy said, oblivious to what was going on. Ingrid wasn’t even sure that DeShawn had seen his dad sprawled nearly naked on the bed.
“Sorry about that,” Jason said after DeShawn left. “Terry’s going to bring my clothes over.”
“Umm-huh, so you decided to lounge around here naked until then?” she asked. Ingrid shook her head and parked herself on the edge of the bed beside him. She stroked his hair and smiled. “What am I going to do with you?”
“How about the better question of what are you going to do to me?” He sat up and kissed her tenderly and quickly.
Ingrid laughed and pulled back. “Absolutely nothing with that little boy downstairs,” she said. “When will your things get here?”
As if on cue, the doorbell rang and Ingrid knew it wasn’t Christina, who hadn’t used the doorbell in years. “I’ll get it.”
She bounded downstairs and let Terry in. “Hello,” she said.
“Hi, is Jay-Jason here?” he asked as he stood in the foyer loaded down with luggage.
“He’s upstairs. Do you need some help with those bags?”
He shook his head no. “Miss Lady, I’ve lifted this man’s bags for years and if he saw me putting you to work, I’d probably get my head handed to me.”
Ingrid smiled and pointed Terry toward her bedroom. “Thanks,” he said, lost in Ingrid’s smile. “I’m beginning to see why Jay came back. Do you have any sisters?”
“No, it’s just me but if you’re going to stick around through the contest, I might have the perfect person for you.”
Terry headed up the stairs. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
When Terry was out of earshot, Ingrid picked up the phone and called Christina.
“What’s going on?” her friend asked after Ingrid said hello.
“Jason and DeShawn cooked breakfast for us. Why don’t you come over and eat.”
“Ingrid, what are you up to. I always invite myself to eat. You’re scheming something,” Christina said wisely.
“So, I want you to meet somebody and I need you to get over here now.”
“You’ve become one of them? Since you have a man you have to hook up the world?”
“He’s really cute and really single,” she said.
“Really cute?”
“Yes and not from Elmore.”
“I’m on my way.”
Moments later as Terry headed downstairs, Christina was walking through the door. “Ingrid,” she called out.
“Hello,” Terry said as he eyed her with apparent interest. “I’m not sure where Ingrid is.”
DeShawn rushed over to them. “Auntie Chrissy,” he said then hugged her around her leg.
“Chrissy?” Terry asked.
“Christina, actually. Only little Shawn can get away with calling me Chrissy.”
“Well,” Terry said with a smile on his full lips. “I think it’s almost as cute as you are.”
Ingrid walked into the living room from the kitchen. “I see you two met. Terry, would you like to join us for break
fast?”
“Only if Chrissy is staying,” he said then winked at her.
“Then, you will be joining us in the kitchen,” Ingrid said. Terry walked a few steps ahead of them and didn’t hear Christina when she said, “You were right,” to her best friend.
Chapter Twenty-four
Over the next two weeks, Jason and Ingrid were so wrapped up in planning their wedding and Jason planning the contest that they’d fall in to bed at night drained. And Ingrid wasn’t fooled by Christina’s even more constant presence in her home. She was there for Terry, not to help her as she’d claimed over and over again. Without her being a distraction, Ingrid was sure that Terry and Jason would’ve been done with the planning for the contest, but Christina and Terry were stealing away every chance that they got.
As Ingrid lay in Jason’s arms, she released a sigh. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.
“I’m tired. We have way too much going on right now.”
“I know. I say we should just elope,” he quipped.
“And have the good people of Elmore talk about us forever?” Ingrid asked with a mock indignation. “I don’t see why we shouldn’t take off and get married. All we need is a preacher, DeShawn and one witness.”
“Make that two if you’re talking about Chrissy. I swear, Terry can’t stop talking about her. It’s really kind of sickening.”
“Maybe we should’ve introduced Ruby to a man all those years ago,” Ingrid joked.
Jason brushed his lips against her cheek, then said, “She probably would’ve eaten his heart with a spoon, tore his head off and used it for a bowling ball.”
Ingrid giggled and pressed her hand against his chest. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more.”
“Do you love me enough to let me go straight to sleep tonight?” she asked as she felt the thickness of his erection against her thighs.
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