by Tracy Reed
“It is. I’m having dinner with the woman I love and her beautiful son.” I pulled away. “What, did I say something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“This isn’t how I imagined this moment.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I wanted to be all cute and wearing my new dress.” He started laughing.
“Do you wanna go put the dress on?”
“No. The moment is gone.”
“Okay. Forget what I said, and tomorrow I’ll pick you up for dinner, and you can wear your new dress and we’ll start over.”
“It’s not the same.”
“What’s going on?”
“It’s just that I wanted to look really pretty when you said that.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his chest. “CJ, you’re beautiful. You could be wearing a paper bag and I’d still feel the same.”
“Wait right here.” I hurried down the hall, put on the beautiful light blue Oscar de le Renta dress, combed my hair, touched up my makeup, and sprayed on some parfum. I walked out to the patio and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and smiled.
“Wow. That’s some dress.”
“Thank you.” I slowly turned around modeling my new dress. He took my hand and we started to dance. Now we looked like Alex and Moses. I put my head on his shoulder and it just felt right. I leaned back and looked into his eyes and he smiled back.
“Chloe Marie Jacobs, I’m still in love with you.” I smiled.
“In my mind, I had this all worked out. And now that the moment is here I don’t know what to say.”
“Close your eyes and just say it.”
“I’m in love with you Collier Benjamin.” I slowly opened my eyes and he kissed me.
After Collier left, I sent Bas a text: Hey Bas, Collier said it first. And he liked the dress. Thanks, Chloe.
Chapter Forty-Four
Moses
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I ROLLED OVER AND NOTICED I was in bed alone. I climbed out of bed and felt every sore muscle cry out at the same time. I wrung and twisted my body, trying to rid it of some of the stiffness. I felt like I’d been run over by a mack truck. I looked around for my robe and remembered, how Alex and I ended up in bed yesterday, and a smile slowly covered my mouth. Not to mention the obvious reaction my body woke up with at the memories of Alex and me making love.
I scratched my head, walked into the bathroom and glanced at the shower. It was empty now, but last night it was where everything started.
I finally made my way to the toilet and felt relief as my bladder and the rest of my body began to come alive. I flushed the toilet and went over to the sink, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I had a view of the bed. My mind filled with the image of me deep in between Alex’s thick caramel thighs, the swells of her breasts pressed against my chest and us rolling around the bed. I closed my eyes as I brushed my teeth, and her passionate cries invaded my mind. God, I loved the way she sounded when she gave in to her pleasure.
My first wife was never animated during sex. That’s one of the things I loved about making love to Alex. She has no problem telling me what she wants or how much she likes sex. Although I was very sore and in much need of a pain reliever, I needed to find my wife. We needed to make up for lost time. But first, I needed a shower.
After my shower, I went into the kitchen and there she was. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I would do whatever it took to make her happy. The pain she endured while waiting on an end to this mess broke my heart. I walked over, slipped my hands around her waist, slid her robe down her shoulder and kissed my way up to her ear.
“Uhm…good morning, Beautiful.”
“Good morning, yourself.”
She turned around and she was glowing. I guess I had that affect on her. I missed her smile. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled my face down to hers, pressed her lips against mine, and my body quickly responded. I slid my hands down her back and pressed her against me. She kissed me harder and my hands slid further down and cupped her gorgeous full behind. Another difference between Alex and my first wife, curves. Natalie was pretty, but she didn’t have the beautiful sexiness Alex has. I get excited just thinking about her. I can’t explain it and I hope I never understand the power she has over me.
“I think we should go back to bed.”
I looked at her, waiting on a response. She gently stroked the side of my face and kissed me again. “About last night…”
What about last night? Last night was incredible. We connected in a way we never had. The sex was…our sex life was amazing, but last night was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before sexually. “What about last night?”
“I want to talk.”
Oh crap! I love that my wife likes to talk, but right now, the only words I wanted to hear out of her mouth were my name, her begging me not to stop or that sexy sound she made right before her orgasm came.
“About what?”
She adjusted her robe, but not before I got a glimpse of her hard nipple. My body was moving, but my mind was remembering how that firm nipple tasted when it danced with my tongue. I hoped this was a short conversation, because I needed to convince her my breakfast suggestion was better than anything we had in the refrigerator.
She took my hand and led me to the sofa. We sat down, and I tried to focus on her mouth and not the fact that I wanted to push her down and bury myself deep in between her thick caramel thighs.
She looked up at me with those beautiful dark brown eyes and I was under her spell. I knew at that moment, I’d do whatever she asked of me.
“I know this whole thing hasn’t been easy on you. I’m sorry for shutting you out. It’s just…I wasn’t sure how to…”
I took her hand in mine. “What is it?”
“I don’t want you to think I was angry with you.”
“I know you weren’t angry with me.”
“It’s just…all the memories of my son came back and it was a lot to deal with, and I didn’t know how to share it with you.” I stroked the side of her face. “No matter how hard I tried to push the memories aside, they kept popping back up and then…” a tear rolled down her face. “I said I wasn’t going to cry.” I wiped her wet cheek. “When you said, it wasn’t him, I went back to the day he passed away.”
“Come here.”
She sat on my lap. I wrapped her in my arms and she rested her head against my chest. Not the way I thought the morning was going to go.
“I thought I’d cried my last tear for my son, but I guess…”
“I don’t think that’s something you ever really get over.”
“It’s been over twenty years. I should…”
“It was your child. He was part of you.”
She looked at me with a sweet smile on her face. “Before you told me the news, I was going to suggest we try getting pregnant. I thought a baby would help me get over the loss.”
Was that why she was so aggressive last night? Was she trying to get pregnant? I looked at her, hoping she had more to say. She brushed the side of my face, stood up, untied her robe, and let it fall to the floor. Her wanting to talk had sent my body back to a somewhat relaxed state. But looking at her presenting her beautiful naked body to me, sent my body soaring. So what if she wants to get pregnant. I know that’s not happening today, because she’s on the pill.
She straddled my lap and I was aching to be set free. She leaned in close and her hard nipple brushed my chest and I growled.
She kissed my neck and whispered, “This morning, I saw things differently.” She gently bit my ear and my breath caught. She untied my pajama bottoms, scooted closer and slid her delicate hand inside and wrapped it around me. I tried to contain myself as she glided her hand up and down.
“You…you did…”
“I want a baby, but I’m not ready to share you, with anyone.” She bit on my ear again and
I arched against her hand.
“I…I…uhm…” My thoughts and words were fighting. I wanted to respond, but I couldn’t.
She slid her hand deeper inside my pajamas, pushing me closer to the edge with every stroke of her delicate hand. “Uhmmm…,” she purred followed by a hot kiss on my neck. “So what do you want to do…make love or eat breakfast?” Her words floated into my ear and went straight to my core.
I tossed my head back, breathing hard. She dragged her warm tongue along my neck and the answer I had to her question disappeared.
“Ba…Ba…I…I wan…”
“I think you want to make love.” She slid her hand along my length and I bit my bottom lip. She moved her mouth down my chest, brushed her tongue across my nipple and my breath caught. “What do you want?”
I lowered my face and those dark eyes that first drew me in, were staring back at me.
“I don’t want to share you…not yet.”
“You don’t?” She sucked on her bottom lip.
“No.” She nodded.
“And I know what I want for breakfast.”
“So you’re taking that option.”
“Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“You.”
I took her mouth hard, thrusting my tongue deep inside, owning her mouth. I slid my hand down, brushed her tight nub and her breath caught. I brushed the tight bundle again and she pressed down on my hand. “Mmmm…I…please…”
I ran my hand along her hot thigh, stirring up her scent. She smelled like a garden of spicy flowers ready to be picked. The more aroused she got, the stronger her scent became as well as the power it had over me. I inhaled her neck and she fell backwards inviting me to taste her. I circled her nipple with my tongue and she started to moan.
My mouth was racing with my finger to bring her to the edge. I eased my finger inside her warm heat and I couldn’t believe how aroused she was. I inched deeper and she began to ride my finger. “Moses…I uhm…I…”
I slid my finger out and then back in with my thumb stroking her nub. “Oh God…baby you…uhmm…” Nothing she said made sense, but I understood what she wanted. She was on the verge of orgasm, but I didn’t want her to come yet.
The incoherent sentences had been replaced with moans and deep breaths. I teased her more and she began to tighten. She gripped my shoulders as she rode my fingers. Bouncing up and down to a rhythm only she could hear. She looked beautiful as the wave of pleasure flushed over her.
I filled my mouth with her breast sucking and pulling as my thumb brushed her nub again.
“Oh God!”
She tossed her head back and her body convulsed. She looked beautiful coming apart. Then she stiffened and fell against my chest, breathing hard.
I slid my fingers out and kissed her shoulder. “You’re beautiful and I need to be inside of you.”
She raised her head, looked at me and smiled. “I want to feel every inch of you.” She crushed her lips against mine and drove her tongue inside kissing me hard.
I grasped her hips, pulled her on top of me and began our ride. We started slow and then our ride began to resemble our kiss. Deep thrusts, surrounded by a sea of desire, lust and emotion.
“Harder, baby,” she demanded.
I obeyed her command and pushed harder. She grabbed the back of the sofa, riding me hard. She tightened around me as her wild hips pushed us deeper into lust. I felt my orgasm rising but I didn’t want to come yet, not before Alex.
She gently bit my shoulder. “Oh crap!”
I dug my fingers into her hips, holding her tight as she gave more of herself to me. We were a team again. Connected emotionally and spiritually.
“Baby, I need to…”
She rolled her eyes back as her body arched and jerked. She looked beautiful, giving into her pleasure.
I stroked on her hard nub again. “Oh God…” She lowered her forehead to mine. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m having breakfast. Want to join me?”
She presented me with a wicked smile and nodded. “Yes.” I thrust hard and… “Oh Crap!…” she cried as the pleasure started to rise.
“Now baby, take me with you.”
She tightened around me as her orgasm ripped through her taking me with her.
I fell back against the sofa with Alex collapsed on my chest, breathing hard. She felt good connected to me.
After a few moments of silence, I stroked the back of her head and her hot breath floated across my ear, releasing one word, “Passion.”
“Exactly.”
* * *
Taylor
* * *
I STOOD STARING AT MY reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying to process everything. There’s no way this could be possible.
I looked down at the narrow white plastic stick with the purple dot under “Yes”. I took my robe off and looked at my naked body. I picked up the hand mirror and turned around looking at my behind. It’s not possible. I turned back around and looked at my breasts. They seemed a little larger, but not that much. Then I looked back at the seven plastic sticks lined on the counter. Seven different brands and the only thing they had in common, was some indicator pointing to the same answer, “Yes or Positive.” There really should be one that says, “Shut your mouth, you’re pregnant.”
Pregnant. I can’t believe I’m pregnant. Last night when Jason commented that he liked the couple of extra pounds I’d put on, I was a little defensive. Then he did that thing I like with his finger and tongue and I quickly forgot about his comment. But this morning, when my stomach sent back my favorite imported dark roast coffee and my head felt like I’d been run over by a truck, I suspected something.
Pregnant. I’m forty…the other number is irrelevant. Another reason being with a younger man is dangerous…over motivated sperm.
How did this happen? Protection is at the top of my list right, after making sure Jason knows how to get me to that point. Ummm…yeah…he’s definitely a well skilled lover. Unlike, Dionne, I never leave home without my birth control. God really does have His own plan, because that’s the only way this could have happened.
I turned to the side and looked at my profile. Jason was right. Those few extra pounds looked good on me. I turned back, faced the mirror, and placed my hands on my stomach. “Okay, little one, let’s make a deal. I’ll make sure you get everything you want and need, but you have to make sure I don’t gain too much weight. Mommy is going to do everything she can to keep you safe. But first, we need to tell your daddy and brother, things are about to change.”
I picked up my phone and pressed my life line. After the third ring, a familiar voice answered. “Hey, Cuz.”
“Hey, Taylor.”
“You sound a lot better than last week.”
“I feel so much better. Thank you for everything.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“How are the boys?”
“My two favorite men are doing great.” I smiled. “How’s my favorite cousin-in-law doing?”
“He’s…stop it…I’m talking to Taylor. I’m sorry, he’s being bad.” She giggled. “What’s going on?”
“Have you rejoined civilization?”
“We’ll be back at the townhouse day after tomorrow, and heading back to LaCasa after church on Sunday. Why, what’s up?”
“Is it possible for you to stop by on your way home?”
“Sure. Is everything okay?”
“It’s nothing bad. I just need to get your opinion on something.”
“We can leave sooner, if you…”
“No. Trust me, it’s nothing urgent.”
“Okay. We’ll see you Sunday. Bye.”
“Bye.” I pressed the button, ended the call and patted my stomach. “Well, little one, seems you’re going to meet your Auntie Alex and Uncle Moses on Sunday.”
I walked into the kitchen and the smells that normally made my mouth water, were not agreeing with my uterus tenant. I exhale
d and walked over and kissed Jason. The smell of his aftershave traveled up my nose, and I ran down the hall to the restroom. I couldn’t remember the last time I hugged a toilet.
I thought we had a deal. You would keep your cool and I’d tell your daddy about our little visit to the doctor. I flushed the toilet, dabbed the sides of my mouth with a damp towel and washed my hands. Okay, let’s try this again.
I went back into the kitchen, took a deep breath and kissed Zach on the cheek.
“You okay, Mom?”
I brushed the side of his face. “I’m fine, baby.” I sat down and smiled at Jason. “How was school?”
“I got an A on my geometry test.”
“Good for you, baby.” I wanted to hug him, but I couldn’t risk another trip to the toilet altar.
“Zach, I need to talk to your mom. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”
“Okay.” He picked up his phone and books and walked out of the kitchen.
Jason walked over to the cabinet, pulled out a short glass, walked around the counter and placed it in front of me. He opened a bottle of ginger ale, poured it into the glass and sat down next to me. I took a few slow sips and lowered my head.
“Let’s talk.”
“About?”
“I don’t know. Probably why you threw up after kissing me.”
“I didn’t…”
He covered my hand with his. “Zach and I heard you. Not to mention, your breasts are huge. Not that I’m complaining.” He smiled.
I sipped some more ginger ale. “What did Zach say?”
“I told him something wasn’t agreeing with your stomach.”
“That’s an understatement.” I sipped some more ginger ale. “I don’t know how this happened.”
He smiled. “You don’t?”
I never thought I would have to utter these words about myself. “I’m pregnant.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know how this happened. I know the way.” I smiled. “I mean, we’re very careful. How…we said…”
“That when the time was right, we’d start trying. Only thing is, trying really isn’t any different from what we normally do.”
