In the Nick of Time

by Laveen, Tiana

  She dabbed at her beautiful eyes, choked up a bit.

  “Okay, let’s talk about it,” he offered. On the one hand, he was relieved she’d confessed; on the other, he was hurting so badly as he sat there and watched her cry.

  “I’ve been going through a lot, Nick, and it sucked that I couldn’t call you, talk to you. I know you would’ve talked me off the cliff. We just have a way with one another.”

  “I know… I know…”

  “So, I have been having trouble getting people to hear my ideas. Money got low, so I even tried to get some modeling gigs. One of them was promised to me. I went in, and was ready to do the job, get back in the swing of things. They took my photos, everything seemed to go perfect and then… they called me and said they decided to go with someone else.” Another tear fell. “My self-esteem right now is kinda fucked up, Nick. That’s not like me…”

  “I know.”

  “I feel so weak, and silly! On the one hand, I don’t want to get paid for what I look like anymore. Then on the other, I’m mad because no one wants me because of what I look like. I’m so damn silly, so ridiculous.” She sniffed, dabbed at more tears. “Crying because they didn’t pick me…boo fucking hoo! Big damn deal.” She shrugged, trying to pull herself out of the funk right before his eyes.

  “I have to now face the facts, face the music… I’m getting up in age in the world of modeling anyway,” she said with a grimace. “I used to be a force in the industry, and not to sound cocky, but I had my own look, you know? And no one could compete with me. If someone wanted me for their magazine, show, whatever, then they really wanted me…’cause I don’t look like everyone else and that was a plus. Now that I’ve had a double mastectomy and my hair is still not fully grown out, they look at me like I have five heads. These people still want the girl with the tits and curly, natural hair flowing down her damn back…but I’m not her anymore, and I’m fine with that.” She pointed to herself. “But my bread and butter is contingent upon being her and if I try to reinvent myself, which has been my mission since Firststone, no one wants to hear or see it.

  “…I want to see it.”

  She smiled ever so slightly. “Yeah, I love that you do.” She winked, sniffed and blew her nose.

  “Look, you act like this changes something. I appreciate your honesty, okay? I don’t expect a perfect girlfriend, Taryn. What I expect is someone that is trying, someone that is putting their best foot forward and working towards positive goals. You are strong, okay? This is a roadblock, a stepping stone. You’ve fought much tougher battles than this and you’ll make it. Now what happened during this relapse?”

  She looked at him for a moment or two, nodded and continued.

  “Well, that incident happened with the job that fell through. I have no money. I was stressed out… I didn’t want to talk to anyone, just alienate. I actually picked up the phone and called someone I knew had some pills.” Her head dropped once again, and she withdrew within herself. She said nothing for at least thirty seconds. “I went to the dealer’s home, and we got into it… It wasn’t pretty.”

  “What’s his name?”

  “Yeah! Like I’m going to tell my cop boyfriend and then believe you’ll not do anything.” She laughed mirthlessly. “It’s over, baby.” She waved him off. “I survived, didn’t want the shit, didn’t take anything. I am still disappointed in myself though, that’s why I told you. I want to always be honest with you… even if it makes me look bad.”

  He leaned back in his chair and did a slow clap, causing her to blush and lift her head ever so slightly.

  “Stop focusing on your fuck-ups. That is one of the biggest lessons you taught me, Taryn. Instead, pay attention to the progress and the process and all that you’ve accomplished. You tell me that you’re trying to reinvent yourself, right?”

  “Right.”

  “And that these photographers, agencies and designers are rejecting you. Okay, everything that is new is rejected at first, Taryn. People get a certain idea in their mind, and it’s hard to break from that at times. You keep on pushing forward… you keep selling, and eventually you will find a buyer. Secondly,” he said, cleared his throat then continued, “You had a very serious illness. You were in real physical pain, which led to all of the shit you subsequently dealt with in order to get healed. If people aren’t sympathetic to that, screw ’em. You’re gifted, you’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re resourceful. You are wise beyond your thirty-two years… and you have a hell of a man who is madly in love with you.”

  She laughed, tossing her head back. “I do have a hell of a man…that’s true.”

  “And so is everything else. So, you are already ahead of the game, not behind. Focus on that, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Do we have a deal?”

  “We do.” She picked up her napkin and spread it across her lap, her smile growing forever bigger.

  “Alright. Now, I want you moved in as soon as possible. I got nothing but time… I don’t go back to work until next month and trust me, they are going to have me get established in a slow fashion. It’s just normal procedure. So let’s not waste this valuable time, okay? Let’s arrange to get a truck for your stuff in storage, get you over to my place… our place. We’re about to make some shit happen. Welcome home, beautiful…”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  …Later that evening

  “It’s closed until eight tomorrow morning.” She tossed her cell phone on the glossy, emerald green dining room table trimmed in gold.

  “We’ll get a few things and come back.” His eyes darkened as he pulled her by the lapel of her jacket, made her come to him. A smirk creased her face as she raised her hand and combed her fingers through his hair. Slowly, she closed her eyes, anticipating his next move, relishing the way the softness of his mouth moved against her own. His warm hands moved to her back, exploring, holding her tight.

  I don’t know where his bedroom is, but we’re going right now!

  She began to push into him, tried to force the man back into the recesses of a darkened hall decorated with mirrors and what she presumed was imitation fine art in elaborate silver frames. They moved like a fine-tuned locomotive, their limbs frantic to grip one another, fingers searching and grabbing fabric, trying to tear it away and expose their heart’s desire.

  “Mmmm!” He moaned as he jerked at his shirt, forcing the thing open, exposing his hard chest and the long, silver chain she’d been accustomed to seeing draped around his neck. It swung in the semi-darkness like a pendulum as they pulled and tugged at one another until he reached behind himself and turned his bedroom doorknob. She could feel his resistance, and her body followed the laws of inertia as she chased and followed after him once he departed from her oral embrace. He hit the light, and made haste to fling his shoes off, his pants and underwear soon to follow. Close behind, she removed her blouse, her fitted tank top and her form hugging jeans that she’d spent an entire morning trying to pick out. The room smelled of clean linen, like fresh laundry right out the dryer and a bountiful amount of fabric softener to boot. On his dresser sat a glass figurine of a police hat and on his nightstand, carefully placed crystal containers filled with odds and ends, including a watch and spare change.

  He’s clean…doesn’t seem obsessive about it, but keeps a nice place…

  She stored the information in her ‘he’s a keeper alright’ files.

  The dream on two legs stood before her, his beautiful lips slightly parted and his gorgeous thighs, too. A smattering of fine dark hair trailed down his chest past his taut stomach into well-trimmed pubic hair that crowned a cock he should surely be proud of.

  There’s that curve…

  Her pussy gripped itself right then and there as she eyeballed the thing, anticipating him pushing all of it inside of her. Not waiting for an invitation, she slid onto his bed like a panther on the prowl and forewent the sheets. No, she wanted to be seen, all of her. Every inch, all her imperfections and
all her pure loveliness, too. She loved the way he eyed her, like some wolf sitting in Grandma’s bed. His heavily lashed peepers hooded as he joined her, causing the bed to dip and groan from his weight. He lay on his side, his long body sculpted and flawless, worthy to be placed in an old European museum. With his thumb, he circled her jaw as he looked deeply at her, captivating her with the way those stormy eyes stole her soul with a mere glance. He represented the Devil’s delight and God’s gift all rolled into one.

  The man of her dreams slowly broke their trance and lowered her further onto the bed, grabbing the pillow that rested behind her back and casting it to the ground. Kissing her, he caressed her hips with a roving hand that played as his accomplice in the sexual torture, the appetizer that she never ordered but cherished all the same. Her thighs grew sticky from the continuous pouring from her lower lips, a slight, slow throb growing stronger in urgent longing.

  “Ahhh,” she sighed as he deepened his kiss and hooked his arm behind her neck, draped her frame with his musky scented form. “Shit, Nick.” She trembled in his grip, her wondrous emotions marrying lust and creating a lovely mess within her. “I missed you so much!” She gripped the back of his head and forced him to deepen the kiss, making him sigh and moan as she lost herself beneath him, aggressively claiming her man from the top of his head to the bottom of his size eleven feet.

  “You couldn’t have missed me more than I missed you… There’s no competition.” He smirked, whispering the words in between kisses. Then, he left her all alone to trail down her body, tracing it with his fingers, caressing and drawing designs upon her body as he drifted lower and lower until he’d secured a perfect position between her thighs. “Damn, you’re already so fucking wet…” He spread her lower lips apart and did not lose one additional second to plunge his face between her legs.

  “Ahhhh!” She arched ever so slightly from the bed, his tongue taut and going hard against her clit while he softly rubbed her pussy, keeping it spread open for his delight. “Ahhh, yes…right there… right there.” The softness of his hair caressed her inner thighs, her essence no doubt coating him as her spring continued to pour forth. A wetness formed under her ass so quickly, she filled with astonishment and appreciation of the way the man loved her, worked her over, and her heart sang his praises. “Ahhhh, yes! Keep on…that’s it!”

  “That’s it, baby?!” His muffled voice rang through as he lapped and sucked at her flower, his mouth moving faster and faster, pushing and bringing her sensitive pussy into his mouth with gentle tugs between his lips. “I love your taste, missed these pussy lips, soft and gushy… I wanna swallow your flavor.”

  “Ahhh!” He held on to her a bit tighter as she arched once again, and then again, lost control of herself.

  “I love you! I love everything about you!” he blurted.

  “Mmmmm! I love you too, baby!”

  “I love your wet, juicy pussy in my mouth.” He gulped her essence with stark hunger. “…And I love the way you push my head in between your legs!”

  “Ahhhh!” Her toes curled, hips frantically rotated above stiffening legs, and the orgasm that refused to release her from its grip climbed throughout her core and stole her from all sensibilities and sanity. “Oh….ahhh, shit!…Oh God…” Her breathing erratic, she came down the high, her chest glistening with a fresh layer of sweat. She looked herself over, as if viewing her body for the first time. A satisfied smile crept into her face. Then, before she could fully catch her breath, the man climbed back up her body, kissing her along the way as if she were some precious possession that he owned free and clear… and he indeed did…

  He hovered above her, love in his eyes as he leaned close to her ear and ran his hand delicately over her curls. “You have such a beautiful mouth… I can’t wait to see that pretty little thing wrapped around my dick.”

  “You read my mind. Get on your knees…”

  When he kneeled before her, she lay on her stomach, facing his gorgeous, thick and long cock. Reaching with both hands, she stroked the thing, smiling a bit as it jumped at her touch.

  “Mmmm,” he moaned as he placed his hand on her shoulder, looking down at her in a lazy sort of way. “Don’t tease me…suck it, baby.”

  She winked at the man, squelching an eye roll at the fucker for bossing her around. She’d take it with her to her grave…but she dug that shit! And then, his wish was her command.

  “Uhhhh!” She took it to the throat, sucking it hard and stroking it with determination. “Uhhhh, yes…yes!” His hands roved through her curls in sloppy swirls; he gripped them ever so gently as he pushed his cock further into her mouth. The bend in the middle of the thing caused her to tilt her head slightly to the left, taking more of him in. She relished his reaction as he wrapped both hands around her head now, pushed her into his groin as he fucked her mouth a bit faster and harder.

  “Uhhhh! Look at me, baby! Look up here!” Her eyes landed squarely on his own. “I want you to look at me as you suck my dick. I want to see it, all of it!” She did as he asked. Streams of her cream raced down her inner thighs while his nasty, commanding words sent her libido into a frenzied tailspin. The more he barked out orders, the more he gripped and pulled at her strands, and the more his face twisted in ecstasy, the more she lost control, became addicted to his utterances and cock all at the same time. “Uhhh!”

  She gripped the damn thing with both hands, focusing solely on him and his pleasure. As if a magic button had been pushed, her pussy began to pulsate and she…

  “Ahhhh….Ah!”

  …Paused…

  …And slipped his dick from her mouth, letting it rest on her lower lip as she quivered from the sudden climax. As she melted within, her skin sensitive to the touch, she felt his soft, sensual, slow caress along her forehead. Eyes closed, she deeply inhaled and exhaled, yet the vibrations within her continued. He loomed over her and though she could not make out his form, exhaustion and euphoria merged, consuming her. His scent surrounded her as he landed a soft, sweet kiss upon her cheek. Taking his palm and ushering her down, he pinned her just so beneath him. His knee grazed her own, shifting a bit as he knocked her thighs further apart.

  “I’m going to put my hard dick in your pussy… We missed you so fuckin’ much…Uhhhh…”

  “Ahhhh…” When he plunged deep and hard within her, he awakened her cells, nerves, and temple with an explosive entrance. She wrapped herself around him as if her life depended on it, held on to his body hard and tight as he thrust deeply within her.

  “Uhhhh! You missed my cock in your sweet, little pussy, didn’t you?!” He grunted, the warm breath from his words flowing against her shoulder.

  “Yes!”

  “Say it! Say you missed my cock in your pussy!”

  “I missed your cock in my pussy, baby!”

  “Mmmmm! My sexy baby…” He swooped low, taking her lips into his warm, wet mouth and sucking ever so gently, then with a bit more pressure. His long legs worked frantically between her own, his hips compressing with each plunge as he pounded inside of her. She heard her voice out in the air, floating about, but couldn’t make out the words. His thumb caressed her mouth, then slipped in between her teeth. She sucked and drew on the thing as he stared into her eyes, lunging harder and harder within her.

  Fuck! He’s so deep…so fucking deep!

  She kept rocking against his nature, forcing him to drive impossibly further inside of her. The sheets of his bed whirled around them as if a tornado had hit.

  “The only thing that kept me sane some days was knowing I had you waitin’ for me!” he blurted, his voice choking on an intense moan. He gripped the side of her neck and pressed his eyes closed so hard, his complexion deepened. “Uhhhhh!” Another plunge and then another, and soon his balmy liquid offering flowed within her, paired with the hot hardness of his body growing heavier against her flesh as he lost control of his balance, and fell completely upon her chest. She held him close as he shuddered, coming hard and rough, his
muscles compressing while deep, raspy moans seeped from his mouth. “Uhhhh…”

  After a few moments, she gently ran her hand over his hair. She looked down at the man lying on her chest, his eyes were closed and his breathing shallow as his dick still rested within her. His arms loosely hugged her, while his legs had intertwined around her own, possessing her, daring her to move. His heavy weight against her gave her an amazing sense of comfort… for he felt like power, protection, and everything in between.

  Before she knew it, she’d fallen asleep and was rocked awake when he whispered her name, once, twice, and then again…

  “Taryn…Taryn baby… Taryn, wake up, honey…”

  Her eyes fluttered and then her lips parted in a satisfied smile.

  “Hi…” was all she could muster at a moment’s notice.

  “I just wanted to tell you that I love you…and you mean a hell of a lot to me. Can’t wait until you’re all moved in.” He smiled down at her, kissed the top of her head, and she felt like swooning.

  “I love you too, Nick.” She grinned, lifted herself up a little to kiss the bridge of his nose, then lay back down. “Speaking of moving in, let me take care of it, okay? I’ve got a friend that can help me.”

  At this, his thick, slightly unruly dark brow rose a centimeter or two.

  “You don’t want my help?”

  “You’re already helping enough. Just let me take care of it, okay?”

  He was quiet for a second or two, then nodded, allowing her the space needed without further argument.

  “Alright…”

  So then she steered him back down onto her chest, wanting to feel that weight, that love, that power over her once again. They said nothing further, simply drifted into independent dreams that, she was convinced, met somewhere in the middle, linking their fates. Some place or another, the man’s desires became her own, and vice versa. He was her friend, a support system, a lover, and her man. He was a kind word of encouragement, a protector from discouragement, and a no-judgment zone.