Breathless 4: Loving Montie

by Shani Greene-Dowdell

  “I’ll take an orange juice and water,” I said, thinking it smart to have a stash for later.

  He brought me two bottles and sat them down on the bed beside me. He stood at the side of the bed and drank his juice. The adorable piece of meat hanging between his thighs jutted mere inches from my face. Halfway through drinking the bottle of juice, I screwed the top back on it and dropped it on the bed. My cold hands reached for his cock and I began licking the tip. The bottle in his hand slipped to the floor as my mouth formed an O and sucked him in. He slowly pumped his awakening erection into my mouth. He threw his head back and enjoyed me pleasuring him. I salivated over every inch and didn’t stop until I sent him to another planet.

  Another round of mind blowing sex and a nap later, Montie and I were up getting dressed for the conference. He caught me watching him buckle his belt around his waist. A silent conversation about whether we had time to make love gain exchanged between us. His singing phone put an end to that tempting scheme.

  “Hello,” he kept his eyes on me as he answered on the second ring. A buzzing sound alerted him that the person requested a video chat.

  “Hey Montie, I’m glad you answered,” a woman’s voice rang out. “I have video of your son making the winning point for the all-star championship. I’m about to send it over now.”

  “My boy’s a champ! I’m coming straight to Miami when I get back to the states,” Montie said and a huge smile spread across his face. I smiled just from seeing him so elated to discuss his son’s game.

  “He would love that. We’ll plan a celebratory dinner for when you get here.”

  “Yeah, let’s do that,” Montie said, his eyes still trained on me. “I have someone that I want you to meet and I’m bringing her with me.”

  “Oh…okay,” his ex-wife stammered over her two-word answer. “On that note, getting together for that dinner is a must,” she said.

  “Yep,” Montie walked over to me and took my hand into his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. “A must.”

  “So, I’ll send you the video when I hang up. It may take it a little while to upload because it’s long. I taped the whole game, so I might have to break it down in segments,” she said.

  “I can’t wait to see it. I’ll call Junior as soon as I get out of the conference. We’re ten hours ahead here, but I want to congratulate my boy.”

  “Sounds great. He’ll be glad to hear from you, Montie.”

  “Alright. Talk to you later, Destiny.” Montie hung up the phone and hugged me close to his chest. “My boy is a champ!” he repeated.

  “Congratulations Dad.” I rested my head against his heart.

  “I can’t wait for you to meet my children. They are going to love you, Lissa.”

  “I want to meet your children too,” I said, while wondering if we were moving too fast. We had just made love and I cared deeply for him. Why was I feeling that it was too soon to meet his family?

  “As soon as we get back to the states, that’s where we’re going,” Montie said as he rushed into the bathroom and began shaving. His phone buzzed again and he yelled, “Will you bring my phone in here? That’s Destiny sending the video.”

  I swiped my finger across the screen to open the video and a new call appeared on the screen. “I think you have another call coming in. I answered it by mistake, Montie,” I said as a wild-eyed, white woman appeared on the screen. As I rushed the phone to him in the bathroom, she began speaking.

  “Montie, why have you been ignoring me suddenly?” she said.

  I slowed to a standstill.

  “You just get what you want from me and then you’re out?” her voice blared into the room filling it up with the painful feelings that I knew so well. The blond beauty with bewildered eyes went on about how Montie had screwed her and dismissed her. I gulped in air and didn’t release it. I shakily held the phone in my hand listening to what seemed like my experiences with Seth and Jameson warmed over.

  “Who’s that yelling on the phone?” Montie asked as he walked out of the bathroom using a towel to dry his face. I raised my hand to stop him from coming close to me. He stood still and looked confused. “Who is it, baby?” he asked.

  “Who are you?” I questioned the woman.

  “I’m the mother of Montie’s unborn child who will be on the next flight to Atlanta to kick your ass if he keeps ignoring me.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked, as an identical bewilderment grew in my own eyes. Surely, the woman was insane to think I would allow her to talk to me like that.

  “You heard me right. I’m the mother of his unborn child. Therefore, I think the appropriate question is who are you?” she hollered at the top of her lungs.

  “Montie,” I looked in his direction.

  He roared like an untamed beast as he pounced toward me to grab the phone. “Justine, what the hell is your problem? What kind of bullshit trick are you trying to pull now?”

  “It’s not bullshit. I’m saying that I’m pregnant and you may be the father.”

  “Justine, I protected us,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “There is no chance that you are pregnant by me.”

  “It wasn’t enough protection because I’m pregnant.”

  “It’s not like you hadn’t been spreading yourself around before you fooled me into thinking you were someone else,” he said. “Why are you calling me with this?”

  I was stunned by the way he talked to the woman and flabbergasted over what she was accusing him of. I would have started packing all my things out of his room to take to mine, but I was too amazed by the revelations to move.

  “It’s yours or Jacob’s. I guess we’ll find out when it’s born.” The woman sounded defeated.

  “No, it won’t be necessary to include me in any findings. If Jacob and I are the only two prospects, I’m sure you’ll have a one hundred percent white child. We didn’t conceive when we were together. I was extra careful.” Montie ran his fingers over his dark, wavy hair and asserted, “It’s impossible.”

  “Who is that woman, Montie? And, what the fuck are you two talking about?” I screamed, unable to hold myself together any longer. There was no way the man who promised me he would be different than all the rest was standing in front of me debating with a woman about being her baby’s father.

  “Who is that bitch that keeps talking, Montie, and why did she answer your phone?” she asked.

  “I’m not a bitch but, if you keep disrespecting me, I’ll forget I’m a professional woman and introduce you to a bad bitch,” I snatched the phone from Montie and yelled at her.

  “Oh, I’m scared now, snowflake,” she snapped back, placing her hand over her chest feigning fear.

  “I don’t have time to play with children. I’m out of here, Montie,” I picked up my clothes that were sprawled across his hotel room floor and dressed as quickly as humanly possible. “You told me about everything except that you may have a baby on the way. I can’t believe that I trusted you!” I said to Montie as I jerked my shorts over my hips.

  “If I impregnated her, it would be the biggest mistake of my life, but it was before I met you, Lissa. I would never do anything to interfere with what we have. Believe me,” Montie said, throwing the phone down on the bed and coming over to embrace me in a bear hug. “I can’t let you walk out of here thinking that I disrespected you. I would never do that to you.”

  “If you tell Destiny about Jacob and I sleeping together, I’ll have an abortion,” the woman’s voice blared through the phone again.

  Montie stormed to pick it up. “Justine, this is part of your twisted plot to get Jacob back. I don’t see the point of you calling to blackmail me about exposing that we slept together. I’m a grown man and I have no problem saying what I did. You can tell Destiny about us and about you and Jacob. Just leave me the fuck out of it from here on out!”

  “Montie, I told you before it will be suspicious coming from me. Destiny trusts you.”

  “The mother of my children t
rusts me because I don’t get involved in BS like this. Call me when you’re ready to take a blood test, so you can get it through your head that there’s no chance I’m not the father of your child!” He hung up, took a deep breath and walked over to stand in front of me. “Lissa, I fucked up, but it was before us,” he explained.

  “At this point, I don’t want to hear any more about it. You should have told me about her when I was telling you all about my past, or when you told me all about yours.” My mood grew darker than when he was on the phone with Justine. I had been determined not to repeat the mistakes that broke my heart to pieces. It seemed I had gone and done it anyway. Our fling was premature and out of bounds. I had to walk out the door and leave him behind. I had to cut my losses.

  “Hear me out, Lissa.”

  “No, it’s just the same warmed-over bullshit I’ve heard before. Goodbye Montie.” He reached for my arm to pull me to him, but I yanked away. “Just let me go, please.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Montie

  Never Gonna Let Go

  What in the hell was I going to do with this crazy woman saying she’s pregnant and blaming the baby on me? Lissa would never show me that wonderful blush of hers ever again with those types of allegations swirling around. Lissa wouldn’t so much as look at me the rest of the trip. She stayed in her hotel, refusing to talk to me. She closed me out completely, even changing her flight so that we rode back on separate planes and I wouldn’t know when she was leaving.

  “Mario, man, I had her right where I wanted her to stay forever. Then Justine calls with her fuckery,” I said to my friend. He was the only person I could talk about the Justine bomb that just landed in the center of my world.

  “I know you said Justine is a cold piece of work, but that damn woman is killer,” Mario said.

  “You just don’t know the half of what you’re saying.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Listen, before I went to Japan, Destiny told me the police found Rick, Justine’s ex-fiancé’s body, five miles away from her family’s property. The police suspect foul play and she’s a prime suspect,” I said.

  Knowing I’d been in bed with a suspected killer caused a creepy feeling to crawl all over me. When I was desperate for one-night booty to rid my mind of Jacob and Destiny doting over each other, I hadn’t been the best judge of character. How could I have been?

  “She needs to be put down or put away. She’s going to hurt someone else if she’s not,” Mario warned.

  “That’s what’s so scary about her. She’s lost touch with reality.”

  “Man, I say hop a plane and go handle her before she gets to your family.”

  “What do you want me to do? Go down there and kill her? I can’t do that,” I said.

  “I’m not saying to kill her.”

  “Well, that’s the only thing that’s going to stop her. That or prison. She is way past sitting down and having a decent conversation. I just told you she’s a suspect in the murder of her ex.”

  “I guess you have a point there.”

  “Of course, I do, Mr. “Stay Out the Way.” Isn’t that what you told me to do when I asked you in the beginning how to handle it? Well, I stayed out the way and now a deranged woman is running loose ready to sink her claws into my children’s mother, Lissa, me, Jacob, hell maybe all of us.”

  “Call the Miami police and tell them your concerns. Tell them that you think she’s the one that killed that Rick cat, too,” Mario suggested.

  “I thought about that, too. I just need to weigh my options.”

  “So, what are you going to do about Lissa?”

  “I have to figure out a way to get her to understand that I would never cheat on her, but…” I paused as my heart clunked against my chest wall. “I felt something genuine with her, something special. I’m not willing to get her involved any deeper in this Justine mess. I can’t risk Justine trying to hurt her to get to me.”

  “That’s understandable, but damn she’s a beautiful woman. I’d hate to see her all alone with no one to keep her warm at night. But I’m sure you want the best for her, so in that case I got you…” Mario teased.

  “See, you play too much. If you so much as touch one hair on my woman’s head, you’re going to find yourself in a world of danger. She’s mine,” I snarled in a voice that brooked no further jousting.

  “Alright man…dang.”

  “Yeah, I’ll get up with you later.”

  ***

  After returning to the states, I called Lissa’s office every day. She had assigned one of her designers to the project we were working on so she wouldn’t have to speak with me directly. When I called to fuss about the change and demanded to see her face to face, she didn’t answer her personal line. Her secretary said she was working from home. Since she wasn’t answering her cell for me either, I finally took it into my own hands. Two days was far too long to be separated from her. I had to make her understand that I had good intentions for her.

  On the drive to her home, I picked up the same salad she ordered when we ate at the The Tavern and a bottle of her favorite wine. I parked and walked up to her front door. I heard voices on the side patio. I paused just short of walking around the corner and listened to Lissa talk to her best friend.

  “I want to see him so bad, but I think it’s best if I just fade on out,” said Lissa. A head wrap covered her naturally coily hair and she wore no makeup. She had on an oversized t-shirt and slippers. Her creamy thighs glistened under the sunlight until she folded them underneath her.

  “For him to look so well put together, he does have quite a bit of drama going on. The way you said that woman called and acted crazy reminded me of Rhonda. We both know what she’s capable of.” Shayla wasn’t cutting me any slack.

  “See that’s why I didn’t want to fall for another man.”

  “Girl, when Rhonda told me she was pregnant with Titus’ baby, I thought I would die. It felt like I got shot in the heart,” Shayla said.

  “Listening to Montie and Justine talk right in front of me wasn’t too much short of that. Another woman always slides into what I thought was my slot.”

  “Lissa, you have to know that I would never hurt you,” I turned the corner and my voice humbled as I laid eyes on her sad face.

  “What are you doing here eavesdropping on our conversation?” Shayla shuffled from her seat to stand.

  “Shayla, do you mind if I talk to Lissa for a minute?” I asked.

  “Yes, I do!” she yelled. “You can’t just stroll up in here acting like you haven’t broken my friend’s heart. You—”

  “Please, wait for me inside,” Lissa cut her off.

  Shayla glared at me before she stormed inside the house slamming the door behind her.

  “Your minute starts now. Talk,” Lissa said sternly.

  I handed the bag with the salad over to her and placed the bottle of wine down in the center of the table. “You have to know I’ll never do to you what those other men did. I would never break your heart.”

  “And I’m supposed to believe that just because you said it?”

  “Lissa, I have more to tell you.”

  “Spit it out. You’re down to thirty seconds now.”

  “Can I sit down beside you?”

  “Sure.” I sat beside her on the lounger. She whipped her head around and spit fire in my direction. “Fifteen seconds now, Montie. What is it that you couldn’t tell me while you were standing?”

  “This.” I shifted on the chair so that I was leaning down in front of her and my lips forcibly crashed into hers. I kissed her, my tongue exploring every morsel until I had her taste memorized. After just one kiss, I realized I would never have enough of this woman. Ever. There was no way I could let her go. But I knew that. That’s why I was there to plead my case for her heart.

  Her hands reached up to grab the sides of my face. I could sense her pulling away, but she was too weak to resist. Her feeble moans in protest had no bearing over he
r tongue that caressed mine harder, deeper and with increasing fervor. An intense urge to be nearer to her, one with her, all that a man should be with a woman, overtook me. My hands ran wild with that urge.

  “I can’t do this…not out here…no with you.”

  “Why not?” I murmured against her neck. “You’re mine. I can have you anywhere.”

  She pushed my chest with all the energy in her petite body. “Get off me, Montie. You can’t come to my home claiming me when there’s a woman saying that she’s pregnant with your child. I won’t be made a spectacle of, not again. Nope. No, you’re going to have to leave. I’m asking you to stop calling or coming by here.”

  “Lissa, you don’t mean anything you’re saying.”

  “Please respect that this is just more than I can deal with, right now.”

  “I’m telling you that’s not my child.”

  “And that may be true, Montie. Still, this whole ordeal has left me with a bad taste in my mouth. It’s enough that I have to deal with the fact that you were in love with your ex-wife up until a short while ago, but to know that you slept with her husband’s ex and that she may be pregnant by you is pushing the bar of tolerance that any woman should have.”

  “I’ll give you all of that and raise you one. I know for a fact the child isn’t mine. I used protection each time I was with her and it didn’t slip off or anything. Every drop of my sperm went down the toilet,” I proclaimed.

  “That’s what every man whose being accused of being a baby daddy says.”

  “I’m a father, not a baby daddy.”

  “Humph,” she humped her shoulder.

  “Just say you’re willing to end us because of a woman’s claim and it turns out unfounded, and what was meant to be our once in a lifetime love dies a horrid death because of her lies. Will you be able to live with knowing that we’ll never feel like this again?” I pulled her to her feet and cradled her in my arms.

  She sighed deeply and allowed her soft body to fall onto mine. I palmed her rotund ass and tugged her closer to me so that she was up against the ever-present erection I had whenever she was near. Lissa didn’t have to say the words that her body spoke so eloquently to me.