Chapter 134
Despite the events of the night before, Jake was up by 7:30 - went by the bank and withdrew some money. He phoned his sons and was there to pick them up, and was on the highway for Chicago in no time. He'd also spoken to his mother that morning, and she'd assured him that all was fine with the arrangements concerning the apartment he was now renting from Lydia.
He was tired as hell, feeling a bit grumpy. His boys were in the mood to tease, especially Kevin, the worst of the three for starting in on him. Kevin was the computer geek of the three. He knew everything there was to know about computer technology. Jake was a two finger typist who only touched a computer at the lumber yard when locating wood orders and typing in invoices. Other than that system, which had taken him a bit to learn, he was not a computer person. His closest regular use on a computer besides the one at work was a Tyme machine for withdrawing money. As for Kevin, he had one of those hand held Internet devices that Jake was on the verge of taking and tossing out of the window, because he was now using it to read his horoscope, something Jake didn't want to hear right now.
"Wait a minute, read that one more time?" Paul asked from the back seat of the truck.
Jake shook his head and rolled his eyes, as laughing Kevin went on to re-read... "Okay dad, listen up, it says of today for your sign under daily Flirt: Does this seem like the perfect deal, or maybe too perfect? You might be biting off more than you can chew -- and getting more than you realize -- under the current terms. Get all the facts but by all means, don't hesitate to make your claim!"
"Uh oh dad, what is that telling you? Where are we going? Whose waiting there for you?" Benjamin joined Kevin in teasing their father, who went on to read more.
"Listen at this, furthermore dad it goes on to say, for the Scorpio under daily couples: This change is definitely for the better, so embrace this change wholeheartedly. While the two of you had some misgivings at first, the more you see of the current developments, the happier you feel about what's going on." He finished reading, with his brother's going, "Whooooooa, uh oh dad... come on - this is it! She's definitely the big one! You heard it like the rest of us!" Benjamin gave his father a nudge.
"The bunch of you sound like girls! Like women! Men don't do horoscopes, don't you know that? Especially you Kevin!"
"Hey - I don't read the horoscope!" Benjamin was quick to defend his masculinity.
"I don't either, that's Kevin dad. Maybe he's in the closet, come out of the closet Kevin."
"Screw you Paul!" Kevin shot.
"See! My point exactly! Reading horoscope's!" Paul laughed. The more time went by, the further out of his shell he was coming. His confidence levels was a lot better the last few weeks.
"You two got your nerves, you were all in it with him before I pointed out that it was a feminine past time." Jake went on, chuckling at them, he was glad to have tactfully turned the focus from him to Kevin. That is until Kevin asked, "So what's her sign dad?"
"I don't know." Jake grumbled.
"Don't you know her birthday?" Benjamin asked.
"No I don't know her birthday, haven't a clue when it is."
"Well you should find out that way we'll know if you two are compatible or not." Kevin stated, ignoring everyone's ribbing him about it.
"Why don't you put that away!?" Jake grumped. Kevin ignored him as he and his brother's got into a discussion on it, their signs, who they were seeing and joking between them while their father drove. Jake soon drifted in thought. Wondering when was her birthday? He immediately grew frustrated with the thought. Feeling once again crazy as hell. Too much was happening with her too soon. Between his mother, Shawn, and himself - he wished he could just haul back and put on breaks. Vivian Cooke was certainly like a sneaky little weasel, quick and quiet trying to move into his life. While he'd struggled with thinking her too good for him, she was out baiting to catch another. It was convenient for him to forget everything she said the other night. Words were easy, didn't mean they were true. He'd lied enough in his life to get what he wanted to know. He thought about last night with Crystal and watching the events of her life with marriage. No - that was a major move. Marriage was; commitment and everything that went along with it served as too much of an impact in ones life. While Vivian Cooke was smart, cute, sweet - so she seemed to everyone else, she was still a woman. He knew that from the broom closet. Suddenly seeing her as that lil'girl didn't do the trick any more. All he could see now was a need to have her and be done with it. A long term relationship would only leave one of them hurt. The key was for them to just give in to what they were feeling, appreciate the moment and move on. Hell with what his mother wanted. Life was too short and he was not about to spend it stressed out over one woman, when there were many out there to enjoy and conquer.
'Dammit if she don't have me stuck! How the hell do I move on when I can't get her in bed?' He thought. Before now, he hadn't really been trying hard to get her. He'd given her a side of him he'd hardly ever shown to women. What was his reward? Told off and that she wanted nothing more from him! Why? Because he'd treated her to probably the best climax she'd ever known?! Despite what she claimed, she wanted it too, she wanted him. Enough of the games. He needed to move on. He needed to get beyond this weird stalling point. He thought about Doris. That's what you got from trying to maintain a long existing relationship. Someone committing suicide. Nope, not this time. The answer here for both of them to be able to move on was just to give into the feeling - go to bed and spend an afternoon purging their bodies of the pent up lusts that was making them both crazy. Well - for certain making him crazy! She thought to just drop everything just like that! 'Dropping nothing! Not until I've had you dammit ... and I will have you. Enough of the games dammit. I want you and because I know you want me - we're going to do this. Then I can get on with the rest of my life and then... then you can tell me its over all you wish, but not until I've had you. God almighty - I gotta have her once, I got to. I can't shake her until I do.'
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Crystal's phone was ringing. The boys were in bed with her, they were having a late morning getting moving after last night. By the time she and Jake returned home, she picked up Darren and Jake carried Isaac back across the road and put them in her bed. "Hello?" She answered and yawned.
There was a pause from the other end and then, "Hey - its me." Victor spoke up hesitantly.
Crystal looked at her sleeping boys and then at the clock by the bed. It was 10:30. She propped herself up against the head board taking her time to respond.
"Hey? You there?" He asked.
"Yeah... I'm here. What'da'yah want?" She asked softly.
Victor wished she would say it again, to hear her soft voice on the phone after being apart for so long moved him from within. "Just ... wanted to talk to you, about - last night."
"Nothing to talk about. I may have been drinking, I may have been angry - but I know what I said and did. You're free. You can now tell mommy and daddy - the wicked bitch of the east has-..."
"Stop it - I would never make reference of you that way."
"That's how they see me. Look - doesn't matter. I want to say this to you. Thank you for my boys. For them I thank you. As for me-..."
"What are you saying? I thought we would just give each other a rest maybe - I mean - let's not be hasty."
"Hasty happened when we married. You got me pregnant and tried to do right by me. I mean at least you tried. I'm sorry for hitting you the way I did. I was wrong, no matter what my reasons were. I was wrong. But let's face it Victor, you're not in love with me. I was nothing more than a move of rebellion against your parents. You took me on for a thrill and to show them."
"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't tell me about myself ... okay? Don't tell me why I married you. I know why I married you."
"You need to stop now before you say too much and you go too far. I'm right where you need me. I'm right where your mother needs me. Get the papers, let's sign them, you can go on
make happy ever after with your new girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend!" Victor defended.
"If you wanted to see other women, why didn't you just tell me so? If you knew you didn't wish to be married to me anymore, why didn't you just say it?"
"You know what, you're not gonna pull this shit with me right now. I didn't call for this. You make it out like I've ever been able to talk to you?! After we married you just ran off on a tangent of doing everything your way! Any input from me was vetoed as if I had no right to speak on anything! You treated me like a pussy and I let you. What the fuck am I suppose to do Crystal, just go on and let you knock the fuck out of me anytime you feel like it?"
She sat quiet with nothing to say, because like it or not, he was being honest, telling the truth.
"Well nothing to say?" He pushed.
"I said I was sorry for that already."
"You'd said it before ... yet the minute something tripped your trigger, off on me again."
"I've gone to an anger management meeting."
"I'm glad to hear it." He returned, his heart pounding. He wanted her. After last night, he could think of nothing else but her. Jeanine had gotten on his nerves and though he wouldn't be rude to her, he made his excuses and took her home. After dropping her off, he struggled with trying to find Crystal. He had a raging need to go to bed with her, he didn't give a damn if the reason was lust or love, all he knew was they were still married. He wanted her.
"Well, I should go."
"Hey ... wait. Um, can I see you?"
"See me? Why?"
"I miss you. Its been a few weeks since we've been together, what's wrong with me wanting to see you?"
Crystal swallowed, she could tell by the tone in his voice, he was wanting to go to bed with her. Problem was, even feeling they should divorce, she wanted him too.
"You think later or something?"
"No ... I'm thinking now. I'm ah - parked outside." He swallowed, feeling his heart beating.
Crystal sat up in bed and walked to the window and parted the curtains. Sure enough, he was parked out there as he said. Her heart was slamming in her chest, feeling herself grow moist at the thought of him there. "I see you in the window." He spoke deep and breathless. "Where's Mundo? Is he there?"
"You think after what you've done, you can just pull up and ask for a piece, and I'm just suppose to give it to you?"
"Please?"
Crystal grew breathless, " I don't know where Mundo is."
"Go look and see."
She left the bedroom, with the boys still out cold and went in search of Mundo while she held the phone to her ear.
"I can hear you breathing. I want you so bad Crystal, please ... can I come in?" He spoke to her, his erection growing.
She opened the door slightly and saw Mundo knocked out in his bed.
"No ... not here, meet me across the street at my moms. No one's there."
"Won't it be locked?" He asked.
"I've got a key. I'll be right out." She answered. She had nothing on her mind but what he wanted right then because she wanted it too. She put on her robe, wrapped it around herself, gave her boys one more look, slipped her feet in some house shoes, and walked silently into the bathroom. There she splashed her face with water and brushed her teeth. Rinsing her mouth out. Coming out of the bathroom, she quietly left the house and noticed right away that Victor was out of the car and waiting for her by the side of her mother's house. When she walked towards him, they were both filled with a longing that made them both shaky. She walked towards the basement door and opened it with him standing there. He started touching her right away. Caressing across her back, letting his hand stroke freely over the curve of it and then over her buttocks. Crystal didn't stop him, couldn't stop him. Down into the basement, she opened that door and no sooner had they gotten in and it closed that he was all over her.
His tongue in her mouth, his arms holding onto her so they were shaking from his passion. Crystal was undoing the front of his trousers, working the belt apart. Unzipping them as her hand went inside to pull free his hard length.
"Ah Jesus Christ - Crystal, ssssss - oh baby." He gasped as her hands cupped his balls, gently caressing them and then up again along the length of his shaft. "I need to get in you now. I've been thinking about you all night ... all fuckin' night ... please ..." He backed her towards the sofa, his hands rubbing and squeezing her breasts, eager to open her robe and gown to get one of the small nipples into his mouth. Crystal cried out as he suckled her. They couldn't wait to get to the sofa with his tongue flickering and licking at her. "Oooh - oooh yeah ... oh Victor, ou shit ... I missed that - oooh yeah." She moaned moving back onto the sofa. When they came apart at the sofa, he yanked his shirt off over his head and climbed on the couch with her. Grabbing the bottom of her gown, he pushed it up her legs and then hooking her panties he pulled them down and off.
Grabbing her legs, he kissed up them to her thighs and spread her wide, flicking his tongue over her clit. "OOOUUUU Yeah! Victor!"
"Oh I gotta fuck you ... I have to!" He shook as he rose, grabbed her knees and pushed them to her chest and guided himself in. Crystal cried out, so hot and swollen, in need as he knelt with one knee on the sofa, one foot on the floor, holding her legs back and began pounding into her deep and heavy. Crystal's head rolled from side to side, as he drove deep filling her, the sound his groin slapping against her bottom driving them both to higher levels of ravenous sensations that made Crystal squeak and squeal from every thrust he made. This - what was between them, was right like nothing else. Whether they were meant to be or not, both could not shake the maddening, crazy sex that was never a disappointment to either. Victor laid down on her, kissing her madly, his tongue working and plunging into her mouth, one hand squeezing her breast, the other now cupping the cheek of her ass, as his pumped his rigid length into her unable to stop. Crystal wrapped her ankles around him, her hands gripping his hips as he gyrated, pumped, grinded and pumped, rubbing against her as he held himself in check, waiting - working it - pumping - waiting.
"FUCK - MEEEE! OOOOOOH GOD! OOOOH YEAH! OH YE - E- AH! OOOOH! OOOH OOOH OOOH!"
As always, he waited until she was completely done, the sound of her climax making him ride harder, faster because he was building up. She always knew when he was ready to come. He wrapped his arms around her, like he was doing then, tightened his body close to hers, his head into her neck and just about squeezed the life out of her as he pushed himself tight against her, climax finally shot from his body into hers. He growled deep and long, biting into her at the junction of her neck and shoulder, it hurt like hell making her cry out. He sucked it trying not to bite so hard as the tremors of his body racked him as if he were in a seizure.
"OH! Ooooh yeah ... fuckin' yeah baby ... ooooh oh." He muttered low, pounding into her again, as if making sure the last of him was spent deep within her.
They were breathing so hard it took a bit to get their breathing under control. Victor held her down and wouldn't move. Keeping his tight hold on her. "Victor, turn loose, you have me too tight." Crystal gasped.
He didn't want to turn loose.
"I'm not ready yet." He gasped.
"You're holding me too tight - let go!"
He sighed and finally pulled his arms free of her as he rose and withdrew from her body. Crystal pulled her legs together, feeling sore already, turned and sat up on the sofa next to him as he lay leaning back with his privates still out. "You should go wash up so you can leave, I need to get back across the road before the boys wake up." She told him.
"I'm tired man, mind if I stay here with you?" He asked, reaching out to touch her skin, tug her ear lobe, stroke her hair.
She stood. "No. I don't want you staying here with me."
Victor sat up. "Why not? What was this?"
"Sex. Damn good sex. I was horny, so were you. So what the hell, I gave it up. Doesn't change anything. You left me remember? You're the one who's been keepin
g company with someone else. Letting your mother talk to me like shit, treating me like shit. No doubt, if she knew I'd just given you a piece of ass, she'd tsk tsk me, calling me a slut and you - well ... you keep this up, you'll be on punishment. Better get home to mommy now."
"Just like that, you're going to make me leave? After that?" He asked stunned.
"Don't play Mr. Noble! That's all you wanted anyway. Admit it! Okay you got it - but doesn't mean I'm going to just take you back after you walked out of here and left me feeling like the same shit your mother does. I'm not going to be crying and begging you to stay anymore. I'll tell you something else, for some weird reason, a light has come on in my head. You know what, I think you like that I hit you and go off on you, it gives you a thrill that you don't like to admit to. Gives you the upper hand too, to make me go on feeling like I should be grateful to you for staying with me, after what I've done to you. I'm gone tell you something else... white boy - I may need help, but so do you! What's wrong with me - thrills you! How sick is that?!"
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
"I'm talking about the fact that you're turned on following a fight. Last night, re-lit you. That's why you're here now. How long has it been lingering in you? Since after I attacked you down here in front of my mother and Shawn? I bet you wanted to fuck that Jeanine, but didn't because she don't shake you up like I do. That right?" Crystal dared.
Victor stood and stared at her. His mind going over their many fights, and something scary made him think it might be true. Nothing made him so hard and crazy as when after they fought, it made her wild, it made him wild.
Crystal stood in his face and laughed. "Right aren't I? You know it."
He stood quiet and couldn't move.
"That's sad ... because - what's wrong with me, I have every intention of fixing. Then where will you find your thrill? I don't think we're gonna make it. Simply because, I have to be out of control, to give you what you really need - and that's sick. Which leaves me to wonder, do you love me at all?" She closed her robe. "The bathroom is over there, hurry up, I have to get back to my boys."
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