"I'm not so sure you deserve to hear it."
She bounced on his gut, making him fake a, "Oof!" and leaned down and gave his lips a quick kiss, "I do, now tell me."
Jake lay there looking up at her. He was ready for a nap. He knew he needed to be more fit. That age thing came back to haunt him again, 40! She'd taken off and was running like a lithe gazelle! Sprinting, ditching and dodging him, spinning on a dime, so he couldn't believe it! He'd been sweating, blowing, out of breath, trying to act like the running wasn't getting to him, but hell if it hadn't been. He'd never known anyone, not any woman, who could move like she moved. The women he'd dated, weren't - athletic. Vivian had the body, moves, agility, energy, reflexes of speed, and instinct reminiscent of a deer. She was youth! Incredible, quirky, so much a sprite. Which was an absolute contradiction of the other women in her. The intellect using discernment and wisdom. The professional banker. The one with taste in Victorian antiques, arranging plants while listening to classical music. How many other women resided in just this one being? Splendid and lovely beyond words. A smart alec, quick-witted little gremlin, sitting on him now, holding him down, as it were. No matter how he'd tried, he couldn't shake her. The longer he pondered the mystery of her, the more clearly he began to see why. She was his mother all over again. She was, what his father had seen in Gert. A spirited, wildness, an unpredictable creature, that reminded one of the wind, storm, and rain. He figured then, it must be true, in that most sons fell for a woman that most resembled their mother. His hesitation brought an unsure sadness in her eyes. It was as if what she felt, was wired into his nervous system. Just like that, he felt his stomach tighten. He pulled his wrist free of her, and reached up with his left hand, to caress her cheek, his fingers pushing her hair back behind her ear. He quirked a crooked smile.
"Lil' girl... I'm a damn fool for it ... but ... there ain't no escaping it. I know that now. By God... I do believe, I love you."
The light switched on, her face lit up, her smile bright as the sun, Vivian giggled. "Say it again!"
"I love you!" He chuckled, looking at her straight white teeth.
"Again!" She bounced him, and went down to kiss him.
Jake started laughing, "VIVIAN COOKE - I LO-O-OVE YO-O-OU!"
Vivian bounced on his stomach, laughing and clapping like a little girl, making Jake shake his head as it went back into the pillow from barking with laughter. She touched him in a way he'd never been before, it was a wonder to see her this way. She leaned over to grab his guitar, he had to hold her so she wouldn't topple over onto the floor, she giggled the whole time, grabbing the instrument, "Sing me another song? Please? Anything... I don't care what it is." The look on her face then, when she asked him like that, yes... this is the Vivian his mother saw. Black Velvet and sweet.
"Well, I can't play it like this, you're gonna have to let me sit up!"
She wiggled back onto his lap, rubbing against his groin, deliberately. He didn't miss a thing, quirking a warning brow and look at her, smiling, he moved back, sat against the headboard, took the guitar from her as she sat there on his thighs, perched, with wide beautiful eyes of expectancy. He began to play, and sing, "He-e-ey... did you happen to see, the most beau-ti-ful girl... in the world? And if you di-i-id, wa-a-as she cry -in' - cry - in' ... hey..."
Vivian sat in total disbelief that such a wonderful voice, was coming out of this man. Deep, strong, sure. Yes, what he sang was mostly country, or old soft rock, and yet, it took nothing away from the wonder of it. Vivian wanted him. She wanted him right then and there. She wanted to be able to take that guitar from him, pull that shirt off over his head, open his jeans once again, and this time - she would show no fear. Sitting there, watching him, listening to him. She was not afraid. He would not hurt her. It was not in him, to ever hurt her. She didn't know how she knew it, but she did. Not - physically anyway. That was the wake up call. Not physically. No... but - he did have it within him, to break her heart. She wasn't the kind of fool that couldn't see that. He was the kind of man, that there would always be a woman who would want him. And from what she learned, he was the kind of man, who didn't limit himself to only one particular kind of woman; that guaranteed, that no matter what - all he had to do is look their way, someone - most certainly would come running.
She sat there on his thighs realizing, when she gave herself to him, she had to put it on him as she'd never done before. Immediately, her mind began imagining the means by which she could possibly love him, without hurting herself. To straddle him and take him in completely was out of the question, although she would try it; she didn't think she would be able to, but she was willing to test just how much her body could take. Making up her mind, when he took her home Monday - she would end this torture.
He was finished playing and watching her. He could see her mind working, thinking.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Vivian smiled, "You sing beautifully. I love the way you play the guitar, too."
"That's not what you were thinking about." He leaned to the side and laid it back on the floor, then sat back into place and pulled her to him, laying her against his body, putting her head on his shoulder. "Tell me what you were thinking."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because, it's something I have to work out."
"Does it concern me?"
"Yes." She returned softly.
He kissed her brow. "Then tell me, let me help you work it out."
"When you - take me home - next week - can you - stay with me - a few days... before coming back?"
Jake leaned to the side, looking down at her. Vivian tilted her head back to look up at him. "You mentioned that earlier, me taking you home. There was a look in your eyes then, are you planning what I think you are?"
Vivian bit into her bottom lip, nervous, she nodded. Jake sighed. Her eyes drew him, so hypnotic and dazzling. "You know that you don't have to, if you're not ready."
She reached up and pulled his head down as she moved up, bringing their lips within inches of each, "I am ... ready." Jake leaned down and kissed her, pulling her tighter against his chest, his one hand stroking up and down her back, and then down to cup her butt, pulling her lower body snug against him. He started working them down into the bed. Vivian moved with him until he was flat on his back. He lifted his leg up between hers, rubbing her nether regions as his large hand cupped and squeezed the firm cheek, guiding her, encouraging her to grind against his thigh. He was soon breathing deep, his other hand went down to cup the other cheek, laying his leg out straight, he pushed his groin into the apex of her thighs, rubbing her with his growing erection.
Vivian was gasping, "Jake!"
"You need to come, don't you? Tell me you need to?"
Vivian nodded, "Please."
Jake turned her to her back, came quickly to his knees, reaching over, he locked his bedroom door. Then laid back beside her, he undid her jeans, pulling them open, as he attacked her mouth, inserting his tongue. He had to work the top of her pants apart to fit his large hand inside, but he got the most important things in, his two middle fingers, and immediately encountered just how wet she was. "Ssssss, lil' girl, you are soaking wet. Now you know, I can't have you going around... not like this - nooooo, not now that you're mine." He spoke low and husky into her mouth, letting his fingers rub and stroke over her delicate flesh. Parting her drenched folds to tease her swollen nub.
"Ooooooooh, God - Jake .... oh, hell ... yeah."
"Rub you like that?" He asked, staring at her, watching the changing expressions on her face, as her head tossed one way, then the other. "Open your legs some more."
Vivian whimpered and did as she was told.
"Look at you. Push your jeans down a bit for me, give me room to work." He instructed, keeping is fingers in place as she lifted her rear and pushed her jeans to below her rump. "Lower, come on, the doors locked." He instructed huskily. Nervous, but needing his touch, she pushed them all the way, spreading
her knees wide, her eyes were rolling about her head in delirium. "Look at you, if I wasn't worried about these fuckin' people showing up, I'd strip you naked and tongue the hell out of your pussy. And, baby, I want to." He took his fingers from her for just a moment and tasted them, wet with her. Seeing him do that, made Vivian shake and moan. His hand went back, his fingers slid in, nice and slow, watching the look on her face, he began rubbing, stroking her. Her hips were gyrating, moving, grinding against his large fingers, showing him the proper speed, as he probed, touched and helped her, using his fingers the way she needed him to.
"Oh, fuckin' shit - that feels so go-o-od! That shit - oooooh - Jake - oh, goddamn - that shit - ooooh - Jake - Ja-a-ake - that shit - feel so good! Omigod - oooh yeah, yeah like that, like that."
Jake leaned down and kissed her, his mouth wide over hers, tonguing her, filling her mouth like he wanted to dive between her legs and sink as far as she could take. He knew the day he did, it would blow his mind. His fingers went further down, to her entrance, he needed to test her again, feel what he knew. Both of his middle fingers eased into her. Her muscles clenched around them tightly, squeezing, sucking at his fingers. "Lil' girl, movin' like that, oh, my God!" Using his palm, he rubbed and massaged her mound, while his fingers worked in and out of her.
Vivian's back arched up off the bed, reaching down with both hands she grabbed his hand, holding it tightly against her as she ground and pumped herself against his hand, her body on the verge of catapulting her into another world. Jake couldn't kiss her now, she was too far gone to him, unable to hold still, her head thrashed about, digging back into the pillow. Using his free hand, he pulled her shirt up, then her bra and latched onto her breast, pulling the small mound as deep into his mouth as he could, then laving it with his tongue. The tip flickering at her burgeoning dark nipple, standing hard and sensitive.
She blew.
Vivian screamed long and loud, out of control, over and over and over as the waves of the electrifying climax jolted her into mindless torture, her head rolling as if she'd gone mad. A moment later, she began to whimper, her body jerking with ultra sensitiveness. Jake didn't care. He loved it. Her screams were a turn on. The absolute loss of control by her, went clean through him. He was in the mood now. To see a woman give over with such absolute wild abandonment, sent his mind into orbit. Watching her try to come back to her senses, seeing her struggle, made his heart slam. Yes, he would go back with her next week. And he would make sure, she did this again. He needed to see it again, hear it again, but the next time, she would be stripped naked and he would give no mercy. He loved sex. Something told him, with her - it would become an obsession.
Vivian was laying flat out. Finally still, breathing deep, and trying to let her body settle down. He was no longer touching her. Just quietly watching her. She finally turned her head, and slowly opened her eyes to look at him. He was leaning up on his hand, staring down at her. All save for her breathing, they were quiet. "I'm gonna marry you, lil' girl. You're gonna marry me. You hear me?" The sweetest words ever. She wanted to hear them again and again.
Tears came to Vivian's eyes, one rolled out the side and down into her hairline. She nodded.
He was quiet again, thinking, watching her. "That dancing you do? To music? That shit's gonna stop. You hear me?"
Vivian smiled.
"Vivian... I mean it! Hell if I'm gonna have someone looking at you with the way you move. Dammit, you'll move like that for me, and only me."
Still she smiled.
"That's okay... because you better believe, by the time I turn you loose everyday, the last thing you'll want, is some fuckin' asshole in your face! You will stay true to me, you understand?"
"And will you - be just as faithful - to me?"
Jake stared at her. He was hesitating. He knew himself. That was the problem, he didn't trust himself. He wanted to believe he would be true, but fact was, he wasn't sure. Without a doubt, she had his heart. With her, he was in love, no ifs, ands, or butts about it. But women as a whole - they were a thrill for him.
Vivian's eyes narrowed, with tight lips, she went to get up. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back down.
"Wait a minute here."
"I've got my answer, don't I?"
"No, you don't. I haven't said anything yet."
"Well?"
"Yes, I will. I will be - just as faithful, to you." He grabbed her, pulled her back into place beneath him, and kissed her. Vivian put her arms around him, pulling him down as he pulled her closer. "I love you, Vivian Cooke ... God knows I do." He declared passionately, breaking the kiss to let her know, and then back again. With her eyes closed, Vivian didn't care about anything else, not beyond this day. Beyond this moment. For now, he was hers, she had him, and she would make sure that when she was done, he wouldn't want anyone else. Because God help the woman that dare fuck with her man. And God help her man, if he dare fuck with another woman.
Chapter 168
Vivian stood in Shanna's bathroom "freshening up". Thanking her lucky stars the shield held up and didn't allow her feminine responses to overflow onto her underwear, considering how turned on she was; it was a miracle, or one darn good brand. She would stick with them from now on; she was impressed. Jake thought it was funny that she was worried someone would know. Especially if she had to get rid of her panties, which he volunteered to hang on to, for her, if she needed to get rid of them. Laughing, after calling him a "freak", she declined his offer. Fortunately, that wasn't the case, for which she was thankful; and, that Shanna used panty shields as well, so she borrowed one. Now content, fully dressed, back in the state she was before their afternoon tryst, she went out to join everyone outside. Dennis and Shawn had returned with the pig. The SUV was backed up between Shawn's and Shanna's home.
Mundo and the boys had returned as well with Jake's truck loaded down with the tables. Everyone was out there, looking at the pig as she approached. Someone's child was screaming and crying. As she drew closer, it dawned on her who it was. Many of the adults were laughing, surprised by his reaction. Tyrese, was upset and disturbed over the pig. Coming from the city, he had never seen a pig or any other animal that was eaten, all in one piece, dead and gutted before being cut up and cooked. He wasn't doing well with what he was seeing.
"Tyrese! That's the way it is, boy! Where you think meat comes from?" Sheila was trying to explain to him as he held her, bawling into her stomach.
"Nooooo, noooo - aaai-i-iy-y-y, mamaaaa, mamaaaaa - it's dead!" He sobbed, slobber running from his bottom lip.
"Hey, man, come on ... dead means it feels no pain. Come on, Tyrese, touch it. Man, it don't feel nothing no more ... see!" Jake said and smacked the pig on the side.
"Nooooo - nooooo - it's dea-a-a-ad!" He screamed even louder, Jake started laughing.
"Boy, quit actin' a fool! You ain't gone be crying when you start eatin' on it!" His father reprimanded him.
"NOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO! I DON'T WANNA EAT NO PIG!!! I DON'T WANNA EAT NO DEAD PI-I-I-I-IG!" He bawled, refusing to let go of Sheila to look at it, as his dad and Jake kept pulling on him to get him to turn.
"Would you all leave my chile' alone! Traumatizing him! He'on wanna look!" Sheila swatted Jake and Dennis' hand away.
Angela's and Jimmy's eyes were round with shock as well. Neither one of them had ever seen a whole pig, dead, gutted with its entrails missing. Angela was starting to look a bit green. She turned wide eyes up to her father. Shawn had been watching to see her reaction, and sure enough, her bottom lip started quivering, her eyes watered up.
"An-ge-la! Honey... not you too! Come here." Shawn held his arms out to her.
"Daddy, don't - cook - it ... it's a - a pi-i-ig!" She started bawling next.
"Ya'll need t'take these kids on way from here, now! On no no, ain't gone spoil this - I'ain' playin'! Hell, that pig sacrifice himself for this barbecue, and it ain't gone be in vain!" Dennis fussed. His mouth was watering just thinking about it turning on the spit. Mundo w
as laughing at the look on his face, while unloading the tables.
"Not here, Mundo ... down at the house on the other side of the garage, we'll set up everything there, along the fence." Sylvia was instructing him as Sheila fussed at her husband. Zachary followed Mundo, jumping back into the truck.
"Dennis! You aught to be 'shame of yourself! These kids is upset!"
"Woman, listen here! Take these kids on back down to the house, let us men take care of this pig!"
Jake had his head turned away, unable to stop himself from laughing. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't get control of himself. He kept turning away, trying to keep the women from seeing him laugh at the look on Dennis' face. He looked scared to death that they might not cook the pig. Vivian was smiling as she edged closer to the end of the truck, having not seen it herself yet.
"Shawn, why you have to open it up like that? You should have known how these kids would react. Come here, Angela, let's go back to the house. Now what we gone do?!" Sylvia asked her husband, who stood a moment scratching his head.
"SHIT! We gone cook his ass! Ain't we, Shawn?!" Dennis was starting to panic. "SHAWN! Come on, man! Tell these women get these kids and go'on down the road, now! Hell! Yo'daddy - is a good man! And that pig - will not be wasted!"
Tyrese blubbered louder, Angela was crying on Sylvia's breast. Jimmy was gulping.
Shawn was looking from his wife to Dennis. "Ma-a-a-an - don't play! These kids get over it! This - is - life! That sucka' goin' on the pit! If I have to take'im and run with his ass in the woods, and cook him my damn self!"
Jake exploded!
"Shi-i-it - that's for real! Forget all that foolishness now," Dennis turned to him, "Jake! You gone help me, man?! 'Cause Shawn - Shawn thinkin'... hell, me and you - we'ah eat this mug between the two of us! You gone help me, man?!"
"Come on, baby, let's go down to the house! Dennis - you ain't that hungry! Aughta be ashamed of yourself, my po'baby gone have nightmares!" Sheila fussed and walked with Tyrese clinging to her. Jimmy ran to catch up with her.
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