by KR Bankston
“Mook, oh damn,” Kim moaned as he sucked the nipple harder and she threw her head back, eyes rolling back in her skull.
Mook matched her stroke for stroke as Kim rode him like a madwoman. She needed another orgasm and his tongue on her nipple was driving her crazy again.
“Shit, fuck,” Mook swore, breathing hard, finally breaking his hold on her breast, his load flowing deeply inside her.
“Mmmm,” Kim moaned, finishing simultaneously.
Holding each other, they tried to gather their breathing. Mook took his time senously bathing Kim, rinsing and drying her as they climbed out of the tub. He lotioned her with his favorite scent on her, then kissed her neck close to her ear.
“Let’s go roll in some rose petals,” he told her huskily, picking her up from the floor and carrying her out to the bed, Kim’s next ride on the pleasure express, ready to roar.
*****
“Baby, did you write the letter,” Ian asked calmly.
Kaitlyn sighed deeply, giving him a look.
“I know it’s hard, honey,” he told her coming to where she sat gazing out of the window.
Ian had spent the last three days, since they talked, trying to get her to end things with her and Tariq. It was proving far more difficult than he expected. Ian couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt to know she loved the man on a real level. Still, he had to convince her. Kaitlyn belonged with him, not Tariq.
“I’m not sure, Ice,” Kaitlyn replied honestly.
Ian kissed her gently and as before, she didn’t push him away.
“You know in your heart KiKi that I’m the man for you,” Ian told her, giving her a look. He saw her eyes fill and knew he was hitting a nerve. “I won’t judge you baby,” Ian continued. “I understand about your issues, and its okay,” he added causing her to begin to cry quietly. “Don’t cry KiKi,” Ian told her, holding her in his arms now. “I’m going to take good care of you baby,” he told her, stealing another kiss.
Kaitlyn’s mind was racing as Ian held and rocked her gently. She cared well enough for him, but her whole heart belonged to Tariq. It always had. How are you going to convince him of that, her mind asked of Ian. Kaitlyn knew if she told him she wanted to leave, he wouldn’t let her. Ian kissed her again, interrupting her thoughts. He continued kissing her softly, finally lingering at her lips and deepening the kiss as his tongue invaded her mouth and his hand found her breasts. Don’t let this happen, her mind told her as Ian began unbuttoning her blouse.
“KiKi, baby, I want you so much,” he told her, breathing hard as he kissed her neck.
“Ice, stop, no,” she told him finally, pushing him away and rising from the couch.
Ian reached and grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking away.
“Baby, I know you have reservations,” he tried to convince her. “I know you think its wrong, but I love you KiKi,” Ian said, pulling her back to him, kissing her again.
“Fuck, stop,” Lauren told him angrily pushing him forcefully away.
Ian immediately noticed the change in demeanor.
“Why are you trying to keep us apart Lauren,” he asked calmly, his anger beginning to bubble slightly.
Sucking her teeth she gave him a deadly look.
“We’re the same fuckin’ person, asshole,” she threw out as Ian took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
“Then what are you running from,” he asked, trying a new tactic.
“Don’t try to play me,” Lauren told him icily. “I’ve been fucked over by the best, remember,” she told him curtly.
“I’m ready to blow this joint,” Lauren told him flatly. “Tired of playing house with you, I’m going home,” she added simply, turning and grabbing her purse, still sitting where she found it the first time.
“You’re not leaving,” Ian told her evenly.
He was trying to keep his cool, but the Lauren part of Kaitlyn’s personality knew how to push each and every one of his buttons.
“Then you’re gonna hafta tie my ass down, knock me out or kill me,” Lauren raged. “Cause my ass is up out this bitch right now,” she growled going for the door.
“No,” Ian yelled grabbing her arm and spinning her around.
Lauren threw the right cross catching him square in the jaw. It took every ounce of restraint he held for Ian not to hit her back.
“You said you and KiKi are the same person,” Ian told her, holding both arms tightly, not allowing movement on her part. “Then its time for you two to deal with each other,” he spat as Lauren continued to eye him murderously. “KiKi wants to stay here, to be with me, to make love to me, to have my baby,” Ian told her forcefully, watching her eyes narrow.
“That’s a fuckin’ lie,” Lauren spat angrily.
“Ask her,” Ian challenged.
“Let go of me,” she growled instead.
“No,” he returned defiantly.
“Fuck you,” Lauren threw back smartly and stopped talking.
Moving quickly, Ian caught her off guard as he swept her up off the floor, throwing her over his shoulder and ascending the stairs as Lauren yelled and cursed him with each step.
“What the hell are you doing,” she screamed as Ian held her down on the bed.
“Relax,” he barked as she again narrowed her eyes at him hatefully.
Ian managed to control her with one arm, while removing the rope in the nightstand with the other.
“Oh hell no you’re not,” Lauren yelled seeing the rope and having a good idea what Ian planned to do.
“You’re not leaving me, and you’re not keeping me and KiKi apart dammit,” he growled, sitting on her chest and rendering her immobile once more.
Lauren did her best swinging her arms in every direction, not allowing Ian to grasp them to tie them. Exasperated finally, he slapped her hard.
“Muthafucka!” Lauren raged, her strength doubling.
She pushed upward, managing to unseat him from her chest. Lauren was on her feet fighting Ian like she was as much man as he was. Ian, realizing the woman fully intended to do him bodily harm, used his leg and tripped her, her head hitting the floor hard. Her eyes fluttered and then she was still. Ian rose quickly, checking for bleeding and finding none. She’s just knocked out, he thought, lifting her and putting her on the bed, tying her securely to it.
*****
Jaron and Gabrielle were relaxing in bed, she on his chest, as he held her in his arms. They’d made love most of the afternoon and now evening was upon them.
“I have to go back Jaron,” Gabrielle told him as he gave her a look. “I have to go and do an official leave, not just miss days, or I’ll fail my clinicals,” she pleaded.
Jaron sighed softly. He understood. School was important to her and he wanted to see her graduate just as much as she wanted too.
“I’ll talk to Mook later and we’ll see what we can work out,” he promised as she smiled and said okay.
Jaron loved how easily Gabrielle was placated. She never made him jump through hoops to keep her happy. All she wanted was his love and he gave her that freely.
“Baby, there are some things I think you should know,” he began tentatively.
He and Mook had discussed at length whether to tell Gabrielle the truth about her life, parents, and Seth, finally deciding she deserved to know.
“OK, so what is it,” Gabrielle asked, looking away from the TV and into Jaron’s eyes again.
Seeing those beautiful bright hazel eyes, he almost changed his mind, not wanting to see the hurt and pain he was sure would come with his explanation.
Knowing she was waiting for an explanation, Jaron took a deep breath and steeled himself. He started by telling her that she was adopted and who her birth parents were.
“Are they still alive,” she asked, a lot calmer than Jaron expected.
He told her as far as he knew her father was. Her mother had died when she was 10 or 11, an unsolved homicide at the brothel. Sighing deeply, Gabrielle was quiet for a wh
ile.
“What else,” she asked, turning to Jaron again.
He took another breath and explained about Peyton and Seth not being her brothers, and she nodded her understanding. Now came the sticky part. Jaron explained to Gabrielle why Seth came looking for her, why he was so adamant about her going back to his home with him. Her hand was over her mouth at the end of his explanation, the horrified look, cut Jaron to his core.
“But, but,” she tried, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath trying to get the words out. “I could never, I mean, Seth is my brother,” Gabrielle finally got out, breaking down and sobbing deeply.
Jaron held her tightly, kissing her cheek gently. “It’s okay honey, its okay,” he told her softly. “I’m not going to let Seth hurt you, ever,” Jaron promised.
“That’s sick Jaron,” Gabrielle told him, looking to him for reassurance.
“Baby, he’s caught up in a fantasy,” he tried to explain.
Gabrielle shook her head vigorously. “I will never see him like that, not ever,” she told Jaron resolutely.
“I know that baby,” he told her, pulling her to him.
“We never Jaron, I would never let him, I mean,” she sputtered, becoming almost hysterical at the thought.
“Shhh, baby, its okay, I know that,” Jaron told her, pulling her close and holding her.
He felt her body trembling and knew she was scared of the thought that Seth would look at her that way.
“Do you believe me, I mean really,” Gabrielle asked feeling very dirty, thinking of the man she knew as her brother lusting for her all these years.
Seth had seen her in her underwear, in swimsuits. He’d even seen her naked on a couple of occasions when he’d surprised her in the bathroom. All this time he wanted to have sex with me, Gabrielle thought becoming nauseated.
“Look at me Gabrielle,” Jaron told her sternly.
Hearing the tone she looked up fearfully.
“I love you,” he told her calmly. “I know you never did, thought about, or would do, anything so disgusting with your brother,” Jaron told her point blank. “Don’t you ever think I would believe some bullshit like that about you again, ever,” he barked, sharper than he meant too.
Gabrielle jumped slightly, quickly nodding her head.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jaron told her softening the tone.
He kissed her and Gabrielle eagerly kissed him back.
“You’re almost done with nursing school,” Jaron told her quietly, gently drawing lazy circles around her hardening nipple with his finger, giving her a look.
“OK,” Gabrielle said simply as the smiled spilled into Jaron’s face.
They made love with renewed vigor and he came hard as Gabrielle moaned deeply and caressed his back. I hope it’s a girl, she thought to herself of the baby she’d just promised to give him.
29
Jalen was excited about seeing Shanise again. They were leaving in the morning Creeper and Pirate informed him. Damn, not enough time, he thought of his desire to get to know the woman much better. He still couldn’t remember anymore about their evening last night and it truly bothered him. What if she asks you something about last night, his mind tortured. Jalen sighed deeply and prayed she didn’t. The knock came lightly to his hotel room door and Jalen smiled slightly heading over and opening it. “Hi,” Shanise greeted him, walking inside.
Jalen closed the door, putting the security bar across the top. Turning, he took in his guest, again remarking to himself how beautiful and sexy she was. His eyes scanned her body, enjoying the Caribbean blue, form fitting, plunge neckline mini she was wearing. Her pert breasts were sitting high from the push up bra she’d obviously paired with the dress. Jalen noticed the nipples were hard, increasing his desire to put them in his mouth and hear her moan.
“I had some wine sent up,” he finally spoke, tearing his eyes away from the thick thighs and shapely butt also visibly protruding from the dress.
Jalen was already hard enough to stir cake batter. Forcing himself to think of something other than how badly he wanted to be inside Shanise, he poured them each a glass of wine and they sat on the small settee in the suite, talking.
“How was your day,” he asked, recalling she’d said something about a meeting earlier.
Shanise sighed deeply and frowned slightly.
“It was work,” she replied dryly as Jalen chuckled.
“What did you do today,” she asked curiously.
Jalen told her he’d done a bit of the tourist thing, taking in more sights in the city, and then hung out at the beach for a while. He of course was lying, but she wouldn’t know that.
“Sounds way better than my day,” she replied, smiling now.
Jalen smiled back, his eyes falling to her breasts again.
“You like my dress,” Shanise asked, seeing his gaze.
Jalen was embarrassed to have been so brazen and caught.
“Yes, its beautiful,” he replied, finding her eyes again.
Shanise smiled and sipped her wine, saying nothing.
“Last night was fantastic,” Jalen threw out, hoping she would say something that might trigger a memory or two.
“Mmm, yes, it was pretty hot,” Shanise replied seductively.
Shit, did we have sex or what, Jalen was thinking behind the smile he returned. Jalen moved closer, leaning in and kissing her neck softly.
“Why don’t we pick up where we left off,” he whispered, praying they’d had sex last night.
Shanise giggled slightly and Jalen felt he was on the right track. He continued to kiss her neck as she sighed softly. Becoming more confident, he began to move toward her breasts, kissing the top of each softly, before she stopped him.
“Jalen,” Shanice began looking into his eyes, her tone serious.
Shit, did I do something wrong, he panicked, waiting silently for her to speak.
“We need to talk,” she said simply as he looked in her hand and his mouth dropped.
*****
Jacoury had been watching her off and on all day. Something was bothering Tyashia and he wanted to know what it was.
“So, what’s the trip,” he asked calmly, never taking eyes off her. She sighed softly. Tyashia knew Jacoury had been paying her added attention all day. She wondered when he would finally say something.
“You’re not with this, you don’t wanna be with me like this,” he threw out all at once.
Tyashia felt the tears sting her eyes and she weighed her answer.
“Jacoury,” she began quietly. “You don’t really know me,” Tyashia tried as he sighed slightly moving to the loveseat where she sat.
“What do I need to know,” he asked frankly. “I know you’ve been sweet as hell since I been with you,” Jacoury told her. “I know you got a helluva temper on you and never to piss you off with loaded armor in your hand,” he teased as she smiled slightly. “Look baby,” he began seriously once more. “I know this is quick, I get that,” he told her. “But I haven’t felt the way I feel about you, for a woman, in a long time,” Jacoury leveled with her. “I know you can take care of yourself, and its not like that for me,” he tried, not sure why she was so reluctant.
“Hell for all we know, you could be carrying my seed right now,” Jacoury told her.
He was supposed to fly back to Atlanta last night, but Tariq told him things were calm enough he could wait another day, and to handle his business at home.
“Tyashia, I’m not tryin’ to lock you down, I just wanna be with you,” he told her sincerely.
The tears rolled down her cheeks listening to Jacoury share his heart with her. While you’re sitting your fake ass here lying to him, her conscience kicked in.
“I just don’t want you to be sorry later,” Tyashia replied, deciding she would slip away when he left.
It would be far less painful and far more easy, she thought as her mind called her a coward.
“Baby, I’m not going to be sorry,” Jacour
y tried again. “Tyashia, just tell me the truth baby,” he pleaded as her heart fell. “I know you’re running from something or somebody, so hell, just tell me,” he added evenly as her head jerked up and she regarded him quietly.
Jacoury chuckled at her reaction.
“I didn’t just get in the game Tyashia,” he told her, grabbing both her hands and holding them. “Tell me, get the shit off your chest,” Jacoury prodded yet another time.
Tyashia continued to regard him quietly her mind racing. Taking a long, slow, breath she opened her mouth and began to speak.
“I told you, you wouldn’t understand,” she said quietly after finishing her explanation some 15 minutes ago, and Jacoury’s continued silence.
“I understand just fine,” he told her, breaking his silence.
“I’ll leave now,” Tyashia returned, rising from the loveseat.
Jacoury reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his lap.
“Stop trippin’ girl,” he told her gently, as he kissed her lips and she lay back in his arms. “Tyashia, everybody makes mistakes,” he soothed. “I can tell the shit fucked you up, so stop beating yourself down about it,” Jacoury went on. “OK, it happened, you didn’t mean for it too, but it did,” he told her evenly. “Don’t you think you’ve punished yourself way more than enough,” he asked, looking into her eyes now.
Tyashia told him she honestly didn’t think she would ever be punished enough.
“Man, you are hard on yourself for real,” Jacoury threw out in exasperation. “God himself ain’t that harsh,” he reminded her. “You think you don’t ever deserve happiness again,” he asked as she averted her eyes, answering his question. “That shit is crazy Tyashia,” Jacoury told her. “Look, you make me happy, and I’m pretty sure I make you happy too, or you wouldn’t be here with me,” he went on. “I’m going to help you learn to live again, and to let that shit that happened in the past, be just that, the past.”
