by Xyla Turner
My chest was beating fast and I almost cried at how he put me first, always.
“I love you,” I said to him.
Plain and simple, I loved Jagger Davis Timms.
JD dipped and picked me up with my thighs wrapped around him. He rocked his hard dick in my wet center causing a range of emotions within my body to bring out a moan.
“Yeah, mama. I know.” He smiled and kissed me on the lips.
We made it to the bed, where he dropped me and proceeded to explore my body with his fuck me eyes.
“Almost at one-hundred percent, huh?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he was tearing off my pajamas pants.
“Good,” JD growled as he tore off my shirt and latched onto my waiting nipple.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
He hadn’t touched me in a sexual manner for an entire week. Therefore, his hands and mouth on me in any way was like finding water after being in the desert. My body had been waiting and anticipating this moment all week. Sick and all.
His mouth traveled down to my stomach, then my V-shaped area, as his fingers moved through my folds, causing me to open my legs wider for entry. His mouth began to suck my taut nub, eliciting a tingling sensation to travel across the exterior of my body. Then the invasion started as his two thick fingers entered me.
“JD,” I moaned in agony.
He felt so good inside of me, but I wanted him.
Needed him.
After bringing me to the point of eruption with his mouth but not completion, JD entered me with that long rod that I felt on my ass all week. God, I missed that. His mouth hovered over mine as he pushed in and out until we were both breathing heavily and inhaling each other’s air.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against my lips.
The sweat between our bodies allowed us to slide against each other seamlessly, which surprisingly made it that much hotter. JD wasn’t fucking me; he wasn’t getting off. We were making love. It was just us rocking to each other’s rhythm.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Yes.” My lips grazed his. “Faster.”
He picked up speed, causing the top of his cock to rub against my clit and bringing me just as close he was. After a few more strokes, we were both groaning our releases into each other’s neck. Mine would probably have a mark because JD bit me, but that was hot as shit and besides, I think I nipped him too.
We stayed plastered together for at least ten minutes, although it felt like an hour. When JD had all of his strength, he put us both back in the shower so he could wash every part of me while I slid to my knees to bring out more of him.
Our Friday was filled with our love making, resting some, but more of us having make-up sex in every room of my condo. JD wanted to make his mark, which was fine by me since, after Sunday, I was not sure when I would see him.
JD:
On Saturday, Tess would not disclose where she was taking me. The car was loaded up and she made sandwiches and brought snacks along. This made me think that we would be on the road for a bit. When we finally reached our destination, it was in the city of Philadelphia and it was not far from the highway that was pretty close to downtown Philly.
I’d never been to the city, but I remember Tess vaguely saying some of her family lived here when I was grilling her at our first conference.
“Where are we?”
She smiled and said, “I’m sure you won’t mind but I wanted you to meet my mom.”
In an effort, to keep my reaction down, I simply smiled back at her. This was a huge moment. No, it was colossal for Tess to do this. Honestly, I didn’t think I would meet her until we were together for another six months. Something had happened over the past week and I, for one, knew it changed her entire outlook on us. She was less guarded, more open and even openly talking about her past without excuses. Tess even informed me about the details with her dad, which helped put everything in perspective.
I had never been so glad that I followed through with a knee jerk reaction in my life. I would have lost her if I hadn’t come down.
That was not an option.
When we walked through, and a lady resembling Tess screamed and ran towards Tess with arms wide open. They were about the same build, complexion and could have passed for sisters, but her mom’s straight hair had a few streaks of gray going through the sides and at the top.
“My baby!” She exclaimed. “You’ve stopped work to come see me?”
“Yes, mom.” They embraced for a bit until her mom opened her eyes and said, “Who’s your friend?”
They let go and Tess smiled brightly, then extended her arm toward me and said, “Yes, this is JD, but his name is Jagger Davis Timms. Everyone calls him JD, though.”
“And,” her mom said that one word and let it linger.
“And.” Tess picked up on it and continued. “We’re together.”
“I can tell that with you showing all your teeth,” she laughed, then held out her hand. “Nice to meet you JD. You can call me Naomi.”
“Naomi,” I pronounced just the way she said it. “Nice to meet you too.”
I pulled her in for a hug.
“Oh okay.” She murmured against my chest.
Then she stayed there for a bit.
“Okay, mom.” Tess snapped. “Don’t be cougar-ish.”
“What?” She feigned innocence. “He pulled me into a hug. I just happen to get caught up a bit.”
“Honey, go get me my glasses in my room on the dresser.” I need to see you.
Tess smiled at me and went upstairs. Her mom motioned for me to sit on the couch and said, “So, this must be serious JD. Tess has never brought a man home to meet me.”
Okay.
I leveled my eyes on her mom and said, “It’s serious for me, Naomi. Your daughter is a pistol, but I love that woman.”
She stared at me and said, “Where are you from?”
“Iowa.”
“Yeah, I’m sure she loves that country accent of yours.” She slightly smiled and said, “I just need you to know this.”
“Mom, I don’t see it,” Tess yelled.
“Try the bathroom, honey. I was also in the attic.” Her mom yelled back. Naomi turned her head back to me, “That child, my daughter has received enough disappointment in her life for a lifetime. She doesn’t need anymore. If this ain’t for you, cut it off. If you lose interest, cut it off. If you’re not ready to handle what comes with a successful woman or one that will work until her fingers bleed, cut it off. If you’re looking to test out a black woman, cut if off. If you are not…”
I cut her off, “Naomi, I appreciate your warnings, as I can see you love Tess deeply. But what you need to know,” I leaned forward, “is so do I. I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to her. She’s no experiment, I have no doubts or concerns about that woman being mine. We met by chance, but we didn’t have a choice. That child, as you say, is my lady and I know how hard she works and I’ll work right by her side, but you best believe; I’m carrying the bulk of the weight. Her fingers won’t ever bleed and I’d never block her success. I admire it and that’s what I need in a partner. She’s not petty, she’s loyal to a fault, sweet as pie and she’s mine. Going to stay that way too, Naomi.” I leaned back in my chair. “Just need you to know that.”
“Noted.” She nodded her head up and down. “Well, in that case. Welcome to the family.”
“Happy to be here.”
We spent the day in Philadelphia with Naomi, watering the garden, grocery shopping and feeding the ducks near Penn’s Landing. Watching the two women was refreshing, as her mom was more of a friend and at times, very motherly. I didn’t have that, so it was nice to see in action first hand.
When it was time to leave, we hugged each other and Naomi whispered in my ear, “Alright, son. I’m trusting you to take care of my baby. You said you would. I believe you and if you need some help, Tess related or not, go on and give me a call. You hear?”
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“I hear.” I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. “I’m sure that I will.”
“Good.” She patted me on the back.
Chapter 15
Tess
“I don’t like it,” JD said through the speakers.
“What do you mean? You don’t like it.” I asked.
“What I said.”
I flipped the phone so he could see my face. One of my eyebrows was up along with one side of my mouth. “JD, then you come and fix your own damn condo.”
“Wait, Mama. Don’t get like that. I just don’t like it like that. Maybe you can move it to the left a little bit.”
There I was, in his New York condo that he recently bought, trying to fix it up. Why did he buy the condo, I have no idea? He says it’s an investment in his growth to the big city. He’s not moving to New York, but when he comes, he’ll have a place to stay. Granted, he won’t allow me to have my own place in Iowa because if I’m coming within driving distance of his great state, I’m staying with him. Over the past eight months, I have learned to pick my battles with that man. JD won most of the battles because he was more than attentive to me and even if he felt I might have a need.
One evening, after a long night, he had my favorite Chinese food delivered to me as I walked through the door. We didn’t have many missed dinners unless one of us was traveling or could not communicate due to issues outside of our control. We also did not have any more big fights. There was a small one when he suggested that I reach out to my father. I was immediately defensive and actually hung up the phone on him because I felt he did not understand my point of view. After I didn’t answer the phone for over twenty-four hours, JD had to remind me just how he worked. I should have known.
A knock on my door confirmed that not only did I underestimate my lover, but he meant what he said, as he opened the door with his key and proceeded to let me know in no uncertain terms to pick up the goddamn phone when he called. That conversation ended with us making love on the kitchen table and using some of the chairs as props. On top of that, a couple of weeks after that, I did reach out to my father. We had lunch in lower Manhattan and the man actually cried and apologized for not being a part of my life when he had the opportunity. This made me cry and we both sat there, wiping tears.
I told him about JD and that I wanted them to meet. He was extremely excited about that news and started to inquire about grandkids. I had to pull the reigns on him about that. Then he asked me the age-old question. The one that I received from everyone when I told them I was in a long-distance relationship. It didn’t matter that we saw each other twice a month and sometimes more. That we talked every day, even when we were mad at the other, except that one time. Or that, this man was so in my blood and I was in his, we seemed to know when something was wrong with the other. We were that much in tune, it was a bit eerie.
“So, if you aren’t moving to Iowa and he’s not moving to New York. What will you guys do?” My father asked.
“We haven’t really had that discussion yet.”
That was my pat answer whenever it was asked. It was true, but the other truth was, I didn’t know. Work was going well for me and JD even helped us make some connections to get back on track for the international venture. Actually, JD made that happen, so he and Michael were the best of buds. He needed new ones after he fired his old cronies. We had discussed moving somewhere between Iowa and New York and keeping our jobs. He had the luxury and he was certain that Michael would jump at the opportunity to open a new branch. There was nothing in stone, but he and I really needed to discuss our next steps. I had a feeling, we would need to discuss it sooner rather than later.
“More to the right.” JD interrupted my thoughts about my last previous conversation with my father.
The man was getting on my nerves about his stupid drapes. I sighed in the phone and moved the drapes to the right. He had to get the most expensive condo right across the street from mine. You could actually see my apartment from here. The man made no sense.
Wait.
There was movement in my apartment. The shades were closed and it looked as if the window was open.
“Tess?” JD called. “What’s wrong?”
“I think someone is in my apartment,” I whispered, as I tried to strain and get a closer glimpse.
“What!?!” JD exclaimed.
“There’s movement. Wait, there is someone there. They’re waving.” I squinted closer and saw the person their arm up like they were holding something to their ear and the other hand was waving. “It’s a man.”
As I moved closer to the window, I saw they had on a hat.
A cowboy hat.
“JD!” I exclaimed. “Is that you?”
“Come and find out.” He laughed over the phone.
Oh my God. He was here. We hadn’t seen each other in three weeks because he had to take care of some business in Detroit and Cleveland.
“What?” I didn’t stick around to find out.
I almost ran to my apartment and right after I burst through the door. It seemed like a bomb went off and people were everywhere.
“Surprise!” Everyone yelled.
“Oh my God,” I held my chest. “What in the world?”
Everybody I knew was here. Mom, my father, Nina, JD’s father, his brothers, Michael, some folks from work, and other that I didn’t know. The sign above the kitchen read, Congratulations.
“What is going on?” I asked.
Everybody was staring at me with smiles on their faces. To my left, I saw in my peripheral something moving which made me turn around to see JD standing in the hallway entrance with a smirk and cowboy hat on his head.
“What is this?” I mouthed to him.
He smiled and sauntered over to me with that sexy strut, his jeans, cowboy boots and his button down white shirt. Whatever event it was, it was casual, so my jeans, shoe boots and blouse were just fine.
JD took his hat off his head and said, “Got a question for you.”
After placing the hat on my head, he lowered down to one knee touching the ground as everyone gasped and cheered.
What in the world?
He was not…
Yes, he was.
JD pulled out a black velvet box and held it open for me to see. He cleared his throat and said, “Love you with all my heart, mama. It’s been that way for a while and I know it’ll last. Met by chance, stayed with no choice because you’re for me. Even if there was a choice, you’re all I ever wanted. All, I’ll ever need. So, finally. I’m talking about jumping brooms. Will ya do me the honor and make it official? Be my wife.”
The tears were rolling down my face as I realized what was happening and that Jagger was proposing to me. Before I thought about it, my head was moving up and down as he slid the ring on my finger. The crazy part was that he always said, there was no choice in us coming together.
As he picked me up and twirled me around, I realized through the cheers and the clapping; he was right.
There wasn’t a choice because I was right where I wanted to be.
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Thank you so much for reading By Chance, No Choice. I hope you enjoyed Tess and JD’s story. If you know me, you know I like series. I also do not like to include everything in one book but spread out some of the mysteries within the series. Therefore, yes, you will see Tess and JD in Nina and Knox’s book. You’ll find out where they decided to move, if Tess reconciles with her father, if Sara causes trouble and of course, how Nina and Knox seal the deal.
Coming in Book 2: Stetson Series
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Under Further Review: Chapter 1
“This is a game, but it is very much a business.” Shane Sinclair
“Good evening, O
fficers,” Shane yelled over the music. “Nice of you to join us today.”
Two policemen strolled into the luxury hotel room. The taller one was on the heavy side with a beer gut that clearly explained how he handled the stress. The shorter one was a little thin but had the eyes of a rookie yet displayed a keen sharpness that only came from a professional.
The suite had marble floors, tables, and countertops, which was only fit for a king. When the Washington Red Skins come into town, it was always at the Ell Hotel. The organization paid well and mostly for discretion, so if the cops were at their location that meant something atrocious occurred or was about to happen. Players, women, agents and the like were all over the suite. Since it was registered under Shane Sinclair, the police officers were looking at him.
Unfortunately, Shane had an extremely drunk girl over his shoulder and was half way up the stairs. The worst part was that the same girl was under-aged. This was bad and it was damn near impossible for him to spin this in his favor.
“Shane Sinclair, a word.” The tall officer motioned for him to meet him near the door.
The music was shut off and people moved further into the suite, so they could still see and hear, but not be too close to the action.
He descended the steps with the girl still on his shoulder and asked, “What can I do you for?”
“We are looking for a...” The taller cop looked to the shorter one.
“Uh, Elaine Culter.”
The tall cop continued. “Yes, Elaine Culter. She reportedly came to this party, she’s about five feet, seven inches, brown hair, and brown eyes.”
The shorter officer remarked, “Kind of like the one on your shoulder.”
The tall cop walked around Shane and asked, “What’s your name darling?”
The inebriated woman murmured something inaudible.
“Do you know her?” The shorter one asked Shane.
“No, I don’t. She had a little too much to drink, so I was going to put her in a room upstairs.”
