by K, S
"We need to talk about this now." Jerra walked up behind him and touched his arm. She felt the muscle in his tricep jump and bunch up into a hard knot. "Baby, I love you. I know you're angry with me. If you have something to say, I'd rather you get it out now."
Darrell swung around, towering over her. "So you wanna hear what I have to say..."
Jerra took a deep breath and steeled herself. The only way they were going to get past this was to talk it out. "Yes."
"Okay. First and foremost, since it seems as if I have to spell it out for you, make this the very last time you involve my son in anything - and I mean anything like this - without telling me. You understand?” She blinked at the hostility she saw in his face but slowly nodded. "Secondly, know what Carl and I were talking about minutes before I saw you? We were saying how lucky I was to have a woman
I could trust implicitly. Ironic, isn’t it?"
Jerra tried not to flinch at the heavy sarcasm in his voice.
"That shit with Yvette fucked him up. He felt like a fool when he found out how she messed around on him. I mean, I just couldn’t understand how a man wasn’t aware his woman was doin' some devious, underhanded shit like that." Darrell's gaze swept over her, up and down. "Guess you caught me sleepin' because damn if I didn’t just find out how easily that happens."
Jerra felt the beginnings of anger slowly rouse and struggle to make itself known. "That's not fair. You can't compare Carl and Yvette's situation to this."
"You made a fool out of me, Jerra!” he shouted. ”I'm sittin' there braggin' to my boy about what a great marriage I have to the perfect woman and we look over there and see you all hugged all up in a corner somewhere with another muthafucka!"
"We weren't-"
"You know exactly what I mean, got dammit! Then I turn around and see my son with some young lady I don’t even know who looks exactly like you and she tells me she's your daughter?! That's some bullshit! I shoulda found all of this out from you before now! Oh, and let's not leave out the grand finale in this li'l production of yours. You done took a whole actual flight, no two! You flew out twice to meet some man without me even knowin’ about it. Makes me wonder what else you’ve snuck around and done without me knowin’ since I’m so easy to fool. What's even more fucked up is that he knows I ain't know a mu'fuckin' thang about it!" Darrell was seething at the mere thought. He hadn’t been this furious in a long time. "You know what? Fuck that mu'fucka and –"
Darrell pressed his lips together tightly, cutting off the rest of the sentence. He knew he shoulda just followed his first mind and walked out the got damn door. Jerra swiftly deciphered what he left unsaid.
"And fuck me too? Is that what you were going to say, Darrell? That's how you talk to me now?" Jerra's face reflected her disbelief. "Wow."
Darrell laughed and looked away, berating himself again for not leaving. He knew his temper and knew how raw he could get when he reached a certain point. He’d never spoken to Jerra like this, ever, but fuck it. He might as well say the rest of what he was thinking since he'd gone this far. Pacing back and forth, he shot her smoldering glances as all types of scenarios played around in his head about her and Valentine. He came to a stop and stood in front of her.
"I wanna know what happened between you and him when you flew out there."
"Nothing 'happened'. He understandably wanted to know something about the woman who gave birth to his daughter before we proceeded any further. We met at a restaurant, talked about Giselle and that was it."
"And it took two meetings to do that. 'Cause see I'm beginning to wonder if you used more than conversation to persuade him to come around to your way of thinkin’. Understand what I’m gettin’ at?"
Jerra's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You didn’t just say that."
"Rob seemed mighty comfortable putting his hands on somethin' that didn’t belong to him." Darrell slowly rubbed his chin and eyed Jerra with an unwavering stare. "You’re a very intelligent woman, Jerra. Don’t act like you don’t know he wants to fuck you. I see how good you are at manipulating situations and now I’m wondering just what you did to manipulate that one.” He leaned closer towards her, ignoring the expression of outrage on her face. “Let me find out somethin' more than conversation took place when you went to Tahoe."
"Now you're being ridiculous," Jerra hissed angrily.
"Think so?" Darrell snorted as he turned around and walked out the door. "Try me."
Chapter 30
Marcus swung back and forth in the hammock in a slow, lazy motion. His sunshades covered his light brown eyes and his hands were clasped behind his head as he gazed up at the clear, blue sky. The clouds were so perfect they looked like fluffy marshmallows painted on an aquamarine canvas.
He and Aleesha were on the beach in Aruba and it was absolutely beautiful. Snowy, white sand, turquoise waters, and a cool breeze kissed by the sun – simply heaven. They'd been eagerly looking forward to their getaway, and this piece of God's unspoiled paradise had been the perfect place to celebrate their one year anniversary. They would be leaving tomorrow, but definitely had plans to come back one day soon.
Marcus turned his head and watched as his wife strolled out of the water like an erotic Nubian mermaid. She brought her hands up and smoothed her short, wet hair back away from her face. The movement served to draw his attention to her full breasts, before his eyes reluctantly moved on and continued their journey. He took a slow inventory of the body she'd just managed to cover with the tiny, triangular scraps of material and strings that passed for a bikini. She was so damn sexy. Barely 5'2 with creamy chocolate skin and large slanted eyes, her curves caused heads on the island to turn wherever they went.
Healthy breasts, tiny waist, generous ass and thick thighs made up a fine package that belonged to him and him alone. He couldn’t wait to unwrap it once they got back to their room.
Marcus' attention stayed on the sensual sway of her hips as she came over to him with a sexy walk that got to him every time. His eyes dropped a few inches to the slight gap of her bowed legs, causing his nature to rise all over again as he remembered how he'd woken her up this morning. He didn’t think he'd ever get enough of her and planned on continuing their earlier sexual activities as soon as they got back to the hotel room.
Their eyes connected and Marcus knew Aleesha was thinking about this morning as well. The memory replayed in his mind like an arousing home movie starring the two of them. They hadn’t gotten much rest the night before after hitting one of the local nightclubs for an evening of fun and dancing. He smiled when he remembered the sexy show Aleesha had put on for him on the dance floor. The atmosphere around them had been sensual, daring, and free spirited, and after several of the exotic concoctions they’d downed, their inhibitions had been left at the door.
When a couple of Jamaican locals cajoled them into dancing with them, it hadn’t taken his wife long to emulate and master the extremely provocative style of dance which left little to the imagination. Marcus’ eyes had stayed glued to every groin-locking move she made as she grinded her “punany” over his “cocky”, simulating just about every sexual position possible while dancing. By the time they’d finished he’d been more than ready to “put di cocky inna hole.” They'd barely made it back to the room before tearing each other's clothes off.
Ya mon…
Although they’d stayed up almost until dawn satisfying their insatiable urges, Marcus woke after only a couple of hours. He kept such a crazy schedule at the hospital his body was trained to function on very little sleep. Knowing how grouchy Aleesha could be if she didn’t get enough rest, Marcus decided not to wake her yet and had gone to sit on the balcony for about an hour and to enjoy the calming ambience of the beach.
His life had changed so much since he and Aleesha found one another. He never lost sight of how lucky they were. He was even more psyched because they'd agreed to start a family. Although they weren't putting pressure on themselves, they wouldn’t be upset at all if Ale
esha conceived their child while they were here in Aruba.
Once the breakfast he ordered was delivered by room service, he’d finally gone over to the bed to awaken Aleesha. She was sleeping so peacefully, he hated to disturb her, but this was their last day and he knew she still had a lot of things on the agenda for them to see, not to mention shopping.
He'd carefully pulled the covers back, admiring her naked beauty. For a moment, he'd contemplated saying to hell with sightseeing and shopping. As far as he was concerned, they could stay in bed all day.
Instead, he'd decided to wake her up in a way that would be pleasing to them both. He'd softly drifted a hand from her knee to the inside of her thighs, gently parting them so that he could crawl on the bed and assume the position that would best let him taste his morning appetizer. When his wet tongue soothingly licked up one inner thigh then down the other, he heard Aleesha's swift inhalation of breath followed by a low moan.
Damn. Marcus loved that sound she made when she was aroused. It was a cross between that of an innocent kitten and a ravenous cougar.
"Baby..." Aleesha still had opened her eyes yet, but her hand reached down and pulled him up further to the apex of her thighs. Her lips mouthed the word 'please'.
Obeying the silent request of his hands to open up for him, her legs parted invitingly for her man. When Marcus pushed them back so that her knees almost touched her chest, her head slowly moved from side to side on the pillow and her breathing became labored as she felt his tongue making its way closer to her spot.
Aleesha heard the teasing chuckle that sounded from down there, as if the havoc being wreaked on her senses was satisfying…and enjoyed. Her hips rose and fell on the mattress as a moan of anticipation escaped her throat.
Closer. Just a little bit closer...
Marcus' fingers separated her labia, and moments later, she shivered when she felt him lightly blow on the liquid heat flowing from the smoldering volcano he'd built up. She reached down and assisted him by parting her flower petals even more, issuing an unspoken plea for him to take her there.
Her lashes fluttered but didn’t open. All rational thought disappeared from her mind as she finally felt her baby's tongue make contact against her opening. He leisurely licked his way up from the bottom of her pussy to the hood covering her bud the way a dog would lick a tasty bone it was preparing to crack open and devour. His tongue scooped inside her pussy and brought back a sample of her melted cream. The carnal, distinctly masculine sounds that filled the room were positively lustful.
Soft thick lips wrapped around her clitoris, giving it a little suck and briefly pulling it into the warmth of his mouth before letting go. The movement was repeated, this time accompanied by the simultaneous flicking of a tongue over and around it. A rush of air escaped Aleesha as her body literally trembled from the incredible sensation.
Her lids slowly opened as she moved restlessly in time to the rhythmic lashing of his tongue. Her eyes met Marcus' as he slipped his hands under her butt and brought her fully to his mouth. With a stiffened tongue, he penetrated her pussy, thrusting and plunging inside of it. Aleesha's body writhed about on the bed as Marcus ate her out as if he were partaking in an ‘all you can eat’ buffet piled high with his favorite entrees. He nibbled and licked and tongued her slowly and thoroughly, like a blind man learning to use Braille with his tongue instead of his fingers.
“Oh, shit baby,” Aleesha panted.
Moaning with her, Marcus continued the expert pussy massage, worshipping her femininity with a single minded determination. He circled around her fleshy nub before swiping his tongue back and forth over her it again and again until her inner thighs began to shake and quiver. Aleesha reached down and pushed his head closer as she grinded and undulated against his mouth, riding his tongue like a professional equestrian going for first place in a world competition.
Aleesha's voice was breathless, as if there was barely enough precious air making its way to her lungs. She squeezed her eyes tight and dug her fingernails into her palms as Marcus continued the aggressively erotic assault. Determination to make her explode was evident in every twisting, tunneling movement. He manipulated and maneuvered Aleesha at will, bringing her to the brink of satisfaction then pullin' her back. She begged and pleaded for sweet release, then turned around and cursed him with words that would make a sailor blush. The buildup of pressure was intense until he finally hit the button to detonate take off.
“Ughh...! Ahhhhh…!” Screaming and gasping, she convulsed and jerked about on the bed. Arching her back, she felt herself tumble over the edge as the sporadic contractions unmercifully claimed her body like thunder followed by bolts of lightning.
Marcus stayed with her, keeping her in place when she tried to move back and ease the pressure of his tongue spanking and working her pussy into frenzied ecstasy. Wave after wave washed over her until she finally experienced the calm after a blissful storm.
Aleesha slowly opened her eyes and watched as he cleaned up the aftermath left behind from the hyper-climatic ride he’d just taken her on. She was so sated and satisfied, she practically purred. Marcus gave her one final lick before lifting his head. His tongue swiped her remaining essence from his lips before he wiped his mouth. Looking up at her with a knowing twinkle in his eye, he smiled.
"Morning, baby."
Now, hours later, Aleesha stood by the hammock, looking down at him indulgently. "You remind me of the picture on a brochure advertising a tropical island getaway."
Marcus laughed, displaying his beautiful white teeth against his darkened, pecan brown skin. "Oh yeah?"
"Uh huh." Her eyes went over her husband's sexy body sprawled out on the hammock, shirtless, showing off his muscles which were defined like the brilliant cuts of a precious diamond. She traced the panther tattoo on his chest, outlining the bared fangs and dangerous, gold eyes. On his left bicep, tats of the Chinese symbol for peace and prosperity stood out against his firm, taut smooth skin. She especially loved the tattoo on his right arm which spelled out his deceased mother and father's name in fancy, scripted lettering. She hadn’t told him yet, but she planned on giving their child his parent’s name. If they had a girl, they’d name her after his mother. A boy, his father.
She lovingly caressed the side of his face. "You are so sexy. Intelligence, good looks, perfect body, and an extraordinary lover. I'm a lucky, lucky woman, Dr. Bennett."
Marcus lifted her up so that she could lie in the hammock beside him, being careful so they both didn’t tumble to the ground. "Mmm. Well, thank you, Mrs. Bennett. Just so you know, flattery will get you everywhere. "
"Oh, that's nothing but truth. It was fate meeting you that day at the conference. I wasn’t even supposed to attend."
"Yeah, and the only reason I was there was because one of the other doctors on staff got sick at the last minute. Then, to not see you for three years after that but run into you at the nightclub here in Vegas? I have to agree with you baby. This here? This was meant to be. No doubt."
Aleesha sighed and rubbed her hand over Marcus' chest. "Hopefully, we'll be able to add to our family soon. I so want to have your baby, Marcus."
A smile played at Marcus' lips as he thought about Aleesha pregnant with his child. "I have a feeling that's definitely going to happen soon."
"Me too," Aleesha grinned. "Alexis and Amir's baby will only be a couple of months older than its cousin if I conceive on this trip. Won't that be something?"
They were both silent for a few moments before Marcus spoke. "I still can't believe how crazy life can be sometimes. I swear to God, I never bought into that seven degrees of separation bull, but this is beyond explanation. To think that when I first came in contact with Amir, he'd actually met the sister I'd been looking for all that time, had a son with her." Marcus shook his head in amazement. "Yeah, life takes great pleasure in making us the butt of its many jokes."
Aleesha nodded as she peered up at him. "Marcus?"
"Yeah baby."
/> "You are okay with Amir and Alexis being together, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I'm good with it. I think he's changed and that he really loves Alexis and her son. I never told you this, but I actually admired the guy before I found out you used to be engaged to him. He was a hell of a football player. I just want him to treat my sister right because if he doesn't, I have an ass whippin’ that I've put on reserve just for him, and it ain't never gonna expire."
They laughed and went on to talk about how much they'd enjoyed their time in Aruba and mentioned that maybe their friends could join them next time. After about thirty minutes, they got up and made their way back to the hotel to shower and change. Since the majority of the stores closed around 6 p.m., the plan was to spend the rest of the day shopping, and then have one last romantic dinner before they turned in for the night. Their flight was scheduled to leave at 10:45 in the morning.
Aleesha's destination to get some last minute power shopping in was going to take them to downtown Oranjestad where the stores and malls were considered top notch. Marcus was under no illusion as to what his role would be for the next few hours - carry the bags and keep up with the packages.
Three hours later, he slid an inconspicuous glance down at his watch. They'd agreed to leave in about another hour to give themselves time to shower and rest up a bit before going to dinner. As Marcus followed Aleesha out of the store headed to the next one, he shook his head. She showed no signs of slowing down. He just didn’t understand it. When she almost caught him observing her with a petulant frown, he quickly pasted a smile on his face which Aleesha enthusiastically returned.
"I can't believe the deals we found. Wait until Keisha and Jerra see the things I bought! They're going to be green with envy! Isn’t this great?"
"Uh, yeah, sweetie. Great."
Aleesha glanced at him sharply then laughed. "Okay, I'll give you a reprieve. Do you want to wait by the atrium while I go into the next couple of stores?"
