by Melody Anne
He needed to get some answers and there was no way in hell he was waiting until Monday morning. He decided he was going to her house right then. He looked up her address and was shocked by the neighborhood. It wasn’t the poorest district but certainly not what she was used to. Hell, her father still lived in a mansion; well he did until he was forced to place it on the market.
She lived in a lower middle class neighborhood and the house had about as much square footage as his bedroom. He didn’t get it. He glanced at the clock and was frustrated to realize it was close to midnight. He’d been sitting at his computer all day and night. He’d have to wait until the morning before going over there. It was going to be a long, sleepless night.
He walked out to his car and couldn’t help himself from driving in the direction of her place. He had to see if it was really in the type of neighborhood he’d looked up. It took him about thirty minutes to reach her neighborhood and it was exactly as he'd pictured.
He slowed his car, as he looked at the house numbers, until he spotted her place. It was a nice house. No one could say she lived in the slums but he was so used to luxury condos and high-rises, that he almost forgot what working class neighborhoods looked like.
The place was a pale blue color, with white trim. He glanced at the well maintained lawn, which was due to be mowed, and the many flowers planted around and the white picket fence. She lives in suburbia, he thought, with an almost hysterical laugh.
He’d dreamed of living in a place like that when he’d been growing up. He and his cousins would go walking through the neighborhoods, picking out which house they would own and exactly what cars would be parked in the driveway. His dreams had strayed a long way from that time.
He now lived on the top floor of a huge complex, with no yard in sight. He sat in his car, wistfully thinking it would be nice to have a yard. Her place was far too small for his tastes but the idea of a yard was greatly appealing. If the boy really did turn out to be his, he’d start looking for property to build a nice house on. Hell, even if the boy didn’t turn out to be his, he was going to start looking. It was time to have some land and maybe a few horses and other animals roaming around.
He kept fighting with himself. He wanted to pound on her door and demand answers from her. He wasn’t a patient man and he needed to know if he had a son. If it were true he’d already lost over nine years of the boy’s life and he wasn’t willing to lose one minute more.
He debated with himself for a few minutes and then decided there was no use causing a scene in the middle of the night. He moved to start the car, when there was a knock at his window. He normally wasn’t a jumpy person but his heart jumped, as he turned to see the bright end of a flashlight.
He rolled his window down to see who was interrupting him in the middle of the night. He almost hoped it was a robber so he could have an excuse to pound his frustrations out on someone.
“What are you doing parked out here son?” a stern voice asked him. Derek had to suppress the smile that wanted to rise to his lips. Only in this type of area would an officer approach and call him son.
“Sorry officer, I got lost and was looking at my blackberry to figure out how to get turned around,” the lie rolled off his lips.
“Let me see your license and registration. You can shut the motor off while I check things out,” the officer said, suspiciously. Derek had to admit he did look suspicious, sitting in front of the home, in the family neighborhood. For all the officer knew, he was some robber, or stalker. He was a little uncomfortable, considering he was actually stalking Jasmine right then.
“Here you go,” Derek said, as he passed his information through the window. The officer looked at him again and then sidled back to his car. Derek was grateful the lights weren’t flashing. He was praying Jasmine was asleep in her house and would never know of this.
Derek was still angry with her but he didn’t need a confrontation in the middle of the night, with an officer as a witness and all the neighbors’ porch lights flashing on.
The officer was gone about ten minutes, enough to make him squirm a bit, like he was back in high school and had just stolen the mayor’s car, or something. What was wrong with him? He had nothing to worry about; he was a successful and respected business man.
“Looks like everything checks out. Can I give you any directions?” the officer asked, as he silently approached the window once more and shined his far too bright light inside the vehicle once more.
“No sir, I have it all figured out,” Derek said, just wanting to get on his way.
“Okay then, I will wait here while you get going,” he said, almost like a threat. It was definitely time for him to get going. He’d be back in the morning and hoped like hell there had was a shift change because he was sure if the same officer came by he was going to be a lot more suspicious.
Derek drove off and soon hit the main roads. He was wide awake and not thrilled to walk into his empty place. He lay down and hoped he could at least manage to get a few hours of sleep.
Chapter Seven
Jasmine woke up to the sound of pounding coming from somewhere. She wasn’t ever a morning person but the insistent pounding was putting her in a far worse mood than she normally woke up in.
She climbed out of her bed and stumbled down the stairs, not bothering to put on a robe to cover up her old t-shirt and short boxers. If the person was rude enough to wake her up early on a Saturday, then whoever it was could deal with her bedtime apparel.
She knew her hair would be frightening and her eyes still only half slits. Perhaps she’d scare the unwanted visitor enough to never call so early again. She yanked open the door, “What do you want at this ungodly hour?” she snapped before looking up.
She gasped at the sight of Derek standing on her front porch. He didn’t look too happy. She had no clue what he could possibly be doing on her front doorstep at any time, much less so early on a Saturday.
“Is that how you greet all your guests?” he asked, with a mocking smile.
“Number one, you’re not my guest and number two, most people are smart enough not to show up at my doorstep at the break of dawn, on a weekend,” she snapped back at him, not even caring she was being rude.
She inhaled the scent of coffee and her eyes widened as she sought out the wonderful aroma. He was holding two large cups and she was fighting with herself on whether to shut the door in his face, or make a grab for the cup. She was awake now and she wanted that coffee badly.
Derek had to fight the smile from coming across his features at the pure look of lust that came into her eyes as she spotted the coffee he was holding. He’d made a last minute decision to swing by and grab it. Even after only a week of working with her, he already knew she wasn’t a happy person until she’d downed her first cup. He’d learned to wait to speak to her until she was at least half-way through the mug.
He held it out as a peace offering, forgetting for a moment he was there to demand answers from her. She greedily grabbed the cup and took a large sip with a sigh.
He felt the sigh all the way down to his toes. Damn she could go from almost frightening to downright exotic in a split second. He wanted that look on her face as he slipped deep inside her body. His pants were getting far too tight, the more his thoughts strayed.
“Um, thanks for the coffee, now go away and come back at a descent hour,” she said and began shutting the door in his face. He was so shocked at being dismissed so completely he almost allowed her to slam the door. At the last second he put his foot in the door, stopping her progress. He looked at her like she’d lost her mind.
“I need to talk to you,” he almost growled.
“Whatever it is, it can wait until Monday morning. I brought my work home and will have everything ready for you,” she said with exasperation. She thought he was there about work. Well, he reasoned with himself, what else would she think he was there for?
“I’m coming in Jasmine. We’re going to talk,” he said
in his most authoritative voice. That tone had made more than one person back down and tremble. She merely shrugged at him as if she could care less.
“Whatever Derek, hurry up then, so I can lie back down. What time is it anyway?” she asked. She then turned towards her clock and gasped in outrage as she turned back on him. “It’s freaking six thirty in the morning,” she yelled, as if she couldn’t possibly believe he’d dare to approach her so early. “On my day off,” she continued.
She was now steadily walking towards him, with a look so full of fury, he actually found himself retreating a step. When he realized what he’d done, he stood still, not ever being willing to cede ground.
She got within inches of his face and poked her finger hard into his chest. “This had better be a life or death matter,” she growled at him. He was so unbelievably turned on he forgot about why he was there or why they needed to talk.
He grabbed her cup, which made her gasp again in fury and then set both of them on a nearby table. He then grabbed her in his arms and kissed her with all the pent up desire he’d been holding in the entire week.
She punched him in the chest for about two seconds and then her body went limp in surrender. He was only planning on kissing her, to show her he was the one in control but once his lips were connected with hers, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His hands ran down her back, to grip her luscious behind and pull her up tight against his aroused body.
She gasped in his mouth, as her body connected with his and she felt the arousal pressed into her core. She threw her arms around his neck and held on tightly, as he devoured her mouth with his. His hand continued to grip her tightly, lifting her completely off the ground and he turned them so her back was pressed up against the wall. He ground his hips against her, trying to relieve the intense pressure in his pants.
He wanted her and if she came to her senses and told him to stop he may die right there on the spot. He was tangling his tongue with hers as his hands massaged her beautiful behind. She was so unbelievably curved in all the right places. Her backside was a perfect fit in his large hands. He squeezed a little tighter and she let out a growl of appreciation.
“Where’s your room?” he asked her, before once again kissing her senseless. She lifted her arm and pointed down the hallway, without ever speaking. He took that as a yes from her and started heading in that direction, with her wrapped around his waist.
He reached an open doorway and could smell her scent drifting out to him. He knew it was her room. He strode through the doorway and lay her down on the bed. He stripped his clothing away and then pressed down into her, connecting their lips once more, before either of them could realize they were making a mistake.
He broke contact with her only long enough to pull the shirt over her head and yank the shorts off. He threw them, not caring where they landed. He was finally stretched out against her fully, skin to skin. He knew his body was so on fire that he was most likely burning her. He couldn’t stop touching her. His hands roved from her beautiful breasts, down her thighs and back up again.
He finally stopped kissing her, only to trail his lips down the smooth column of her throat. He licked along the pulse point, feeling his own skip a beat, as he realized how quickly hers was pounding. She’d been passionate when they were young; she was downright exotic as an adult. He reacquainted himself with all her curves, appreciating the maturing her body had done.
He brought his mouth down the mounds of her breasts and sucked in the tightened nipple. She arched her back as he continued to massage the aching nipple, reaching down to hold his head close to her body. He nipped at the swollen bud and then licked over the spot, making another moan escape her body.
He switched to the other side, giving her other breast equal attention, before continuing his journey down her body. He wanted to explore every single inch of her he’d missed out on over the last ten years.
He reached her stomach and ran his tongue over the satin skin. When he got lower, towards her core, he discovered a few little scars, which only added to her sexiness. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever made love to. He could barely keep himself from exploding all over her bed, as he continued his journey to her core.
He finally reached her sweet womanhood and flicked his tongue over the swollen pink flesh. She was so unbelievably beautiful. The taste of her made his erection pulse painfully, with his desire to sink into her tight opening.
He flicked his tongue out and kissed her in the most intimate way a man can kiss a woman, until she was writhing underneath him and moaning out his name. He slipped his fingers inside and discovered she was more than ready for him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He crawled quickly up her body and then locked his lips back with hers.
She greedily took everything she could from him. She was rubbing her hands all over his bulging muscles as she squirmed to bring them closer. “Please Derek,” she cried out, when he still hadn’t united them.
He spread her legs apart and then rubbed his engorged member along her folds. The heat from her was making his head light. She was so wet and hot, he couldn’t play any longer. He grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her in one quick motion. She cried out, as he filled her up with his full length.
He paused for a moment, so he could try and control himself. He wouldn’t be able to give her pleasure if he didn’t get himself under control. She wiggled her hips in need and he couldn’t take anymore. He started thrusting hard, in and out of her, while holding her hips tightly in his hands.
Their tongues continued to mimic their lovemaking, tangling and thrusting into one another’s mouths, as they both groaned out their intense pleasure. He began thrusting into her harder and faster, as he felt the exquisite pleasure shooting through his body. He felt her own body tensing, as she reached higher, towards her release.
She gasped out loud and her mouth opened wide, releasing him. She threw her head back into the bed and cried out as her body started convulsing around him. She gripped him tightly, deep within her womb and he almost lost consciousness as he felt his release shoot deep inside of her tight body. It felt like lightening shooting through him, as his erection continued to pump within her core.
She was still gripping him tightly in spasms and he drained every ounce of himself inside her. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt in his life. His energy had been depleted and he fell against her sweat slickened body. They were both breathing in deep gasps of air.
He realized he had to be crushing her and turned their bodies so he was holding her tightly against him, side by side. They were still connected in the most intimate way a man and woman could be and he couldn’t find the will power to pull them apart. She wiggled, seeming to try and get even closer to him, as if she couldn’t let him go either.
They lay there for several minutes, until their breathing slowed down and the intenseness of their lovemaking began to dim. He knew the moment she realized what she’d done again, because her lax body stiffened and she began to push him away.
He reluctantly let her go and was sorry to feel the connection broken, as she pulled free from his body. He somehow felt empty and he couldn’t understand it. He’d never before wanted to stay connected to a woman. He’d always been the first one to crawl out of bed and leave before she could possibly want to do the after sex cuddling.
He realized Jasmine was truly the only woman he’d made love to, instead of just bedding. He’d never understood the difference until that moment.
Jasmine was staring at him with wide eyes, filled with shock. She quickly grabbed her sheet and covered herself up and he felt more disappointment. He enjoyed looking at her curvy body and wanted to continue to explore her.
“I…I…d…don’t know why that keeps happening,” she sputtered to him, as her cheeks filled with color.
“Because we have undeniable chemistry,” he said, with his trademark, cocky smile. He was feeling pretty good at that moment. He hadn’t planned on starting his day out rav
ishing her but he could think of far worse things he could’ve been doing.
“I don’t sleep with strangers,” she blurted out.
“We’re not strangers Jasmine, so don’t try that crap on me. You were a virgin the first time I took you and from the feel of your body, you haven’t taken too many more lovers,” he said, with far too much confidence. He was laying there in all his naked glory and her eyes strayed to his still half aroused body part. She quickly snapped her gaze back to his face and then her eyes narrowed as his grin became full-fledged.
She reached out her hand and slapped him hard once again before he had time to react. His smile was wiped away and he pounced on her before she could scramble away. The sheet slipped down and her body was barely covered as he held her down with his own body, which was becoming, once again, fully aroused.
“I allowed you to slap me once, it won’t happen again,” he growled, before locking his lips with hers. She tightened her own together and glared at him. He smiled and then licked the swollen bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and gently nipping it. She gasped, as the fire started building in her stomach again.
She couldn’t figure out how he turned all her rational thoughts to jelly with barely a touch. She was already losing her battle to distance herself from him. He ran his tongue over hers again, as he held her hands up high above her head. She slowly opened to him and when he inserted his tongue back into her mouth she wiggled in pleasure. He was slowly making love to her with only his tongue and it was completely erotic.
Her stomach was clenching, as her desire woke fully back up. He held her hands together with both of his and then moved the sheet from her body as he ran his other hand down all her curves. She was soon begging him to love her again.
