He pushes and pulls me by my hips rocking me back and forth on his cock. The harder he fucks me the louder I plead for him to pull my hair. Water splashes over the tub with the rocking motion. I tilt my head back grabbing onto his hair. He pulls just a little too hard and I explode on his stiff flesh. My clit throbs pumping his dick as I’m coming. I lean in and insert my tongue with his and he climaxes. We sit there kissing as our muscles contract.
When morning hit, Jocelyn and Jordan are up ready to go to Disney World. The butler cooks breakfast and once everyone was ready, we head to Disney World. The hotel provided a vehicle for Alex to drive us.
Of course we got the first class treatment. Jeremiah paid extra for the park to open an hour before everyone starts arriving. Once the park started getting packed, we never had to wait in line for the rides, attractions, and other entertainment. He made sure Jordan and Jocelyn experienced interacting with the Disney characters.
They meet Captain Jack Sparrow at Frontierland, Aladdin and Jasmine in Morocco, Alice at the Mad Tea Party, Ariel at her Grotto, meet Buzz Lightyear and Woody at Pixar Place, meet Chip ‘n’ Dale near Diamond Horseshoe, Duffy near the Showcase Plaza, Donald Duck in Mexico, Goofy and Pluto in DinoLand, meet Mary Poppins in the United Kingdom, Merida at the Fairytale Garden, Mulan in China, Princess Aurora in France, Pocahontas near Bradley Falls, Snow White in Germany, all the Disney Fairies at Tinker Bell’s Magical Nook, Tiana in the Liberty Square, and they meet Mickey Mouse and his friends near Town Square Theater.
We went to both water parks which was great especially since Florida was so hot and muggy. My natural light tan skin just became darker. Within two weeks we managed to go to every park in Disney World; we went to Sea World and Jeremiah made sure the kids interacted with all the animals. Jocelyn had a blast with all the sea animals. We visited Universal’s Islands of Adventure and Universal Studios Florida. We all swam with dolphins at Discovery Cove; the kids earned their driver license at LEGOLAND. We discovered historic oddities at Ripley’s Believe It or Not. We watched a man wrestle up an alligator at Gatorland. The most beautiful part was when we stared at stars at the Orlando Science Center planetarium. Jordan, Jeremiah, and Alex did the zip line over the swamp canopy of Kissimmee. Jocelyn and I refused to ride it because we were afraid of heights. I took plenty of pictures so they will remember these moments forever.
We had so much fun during the two weeks it felt like it went by really fast. Jordan and Jocelyn slept the whole flight home. One night when Jeremiah was taking a shower, Jordan and Jocelyn pulled me to the side to tell me how much they really like Jeremiah. How amazing and nice he is and Jordan told me Jeremiah promised to coach his next football session. The expression on Jordan’s face was priceless. They asked if he will be around more. What do I do? I’ve had intentions to break up with him after our trip. I just couldn’t take a chance for Paula to hurt my kids. But I can’t stand to hurt my kids’ feelings.
During the flight home I talk to Jeremiah, “So how much did Matt tell you to pay Paula?”
“He said five hundred thousand but I think I’ll pay her double that just to be certain we will never hear from her again.”
“One million dollars. Are you crazy?”
He crossed his fingers with mine, “I would go crazy if anything happened to you, Jocelyn, and Jordan.”
Chapter 12
Home sweet home. Even though we had a blast the last two weeks, it’s always better to be back home. A place my kids and I consider to be a safe place. Jeremiah’s people installed an extensive surveillance system. Jeremiah also informed Matt to go ahead and pay Paula off. Matt wrote her a million dollar check. That’s crazy. I have a couple million dollars saved but I made that money myself so it is well deserved. Paula in the other hand earned it for threatening the lives of innocent kids. I don’t know what I will ever do if I saw Paula in public. I pray I can keep my composure. It’s one thing if she has something against me and wants to hurt me, but it’s another thing when she threatens to hurt my kids. That’s where she crosses the line. A line where I have the right to snatch her by her pretty blonde hair and yank it so hard that she gets a whiplash from it, and then I have the right to pound her face in. Nobody threatens my kids. I mean nobody.
Since we arrived back home Friday evening and I missed my lunch date with my best friends, we planned to have another crawfish boil at Matt’s and Victoria’s. I volunteered to pay for all the expense for the gathering but Jeremiah wouldn’t have it. So he paid for everything.
Saturday morning, we ate at Denny’s for breakfast. I’m too worn out from our vacation. That’s so funny how I need a vacation from our vacation. We had something planned every day so I’m amazed the kids still have energy to function. With us eating at our local Denny’s, the parents from Jordan’s team kept eyeing our way. I will be part of Baytown’s gossip conversations now. People are going to want to know who he is and why he has someone driving us around in a six hundred thirty thousand dollar car. What I dread the most is now my kids’ privacy will be invaded.
After we ate, we tended to our pets. Jeremiah jumped on my four wheeler and gathered a couple bales of hay. He unloaded it like it was nothing. Where I would usually be huffing and puffing trying to pick up one. Having him around makes it so much easier for me. Jocelyn removed the baby chicks and placed them inside the coop with our other chickens. She fed them and refilled their water bowls. Jordan emptied the kiddie pool and put fresh clean water for our ducks. I fed our horses, goats, and pig while Jordan, Jocelyn, and Jeremiah played tag football. Mufasa and Mulan chased them as they ran. I grabbed us sweet tea from inside and we stayed outside for a while enjoying the beautiful weather.
Jeremiah told Matt to take some money out of account to pay for the crawfish boil. Matt picked up the mud bugs from Winnie making it easier for us to enjoy this day before the boil. Once Jeremiah and my kids got tired, they headed inside to take shower and get ready for the gathering.
I miss my girls. It seems like I’m seeing them least since I’ve been involved with Jeremiah. I really need to get back on my same routine. Now that Paula received her money, I can go back to my normal life. Since the kids are in their summer vacation, I rarely go to the office unless there is a problem which there’s usually none. I hired the best people to run my business. The only worries I have are not having that many providers to provide for our clients. Which to me, that’s a good problem.
“Oh my god, your tan looks incredible.” Cynthia hugs me tight. “You are looking sexier than ever.”
“Thanks babe.”
Victoria grabs me away from Cynthia, “I’m jealous. I wish I could get a beautiful tan like you. I always burn.”
During the summer time, Victoria has to load up on sunblock and wear huge hats because her skin doesn’t sit well with the sun. Cynthia usually burns first then after that horrible burn, she starts picking up some color. She has to deal with the first sunburn before she can enjoy her tan skin.
Jeremiah helps Rick and Matt cook the crawfish while me and my gals caught up on our busy lives.
“How is it going with the Paula thing?” I guess Matt told Victoria the news. I think that’s cool how they can still be really close after twelve years. It’s like they have no secrets. But at the same time I feel like jokes on me.
“Yeah Rick told me about it.” Cynthia confessed.
“What? How does Rick now?”
“Jeremiah called him to find out as much information on Paula as possible. I guess just to keep an eye on her.”
“Is that why you guys were acting funny during our last lunch date?”
Cynthia and Victoria crossed their arms over their chest and they tightened their lips. I can see they are hurt from keeping a secret from me. I too am hurt. They could have told me what was going on especially if it involved. Why did they feel like they needed to hide something that important to me?
Jeremiah walks up and squeezes me on my shoulder, “Is everything alright?” He looks at the ex
pressions on three of our faces. You can see the hurt in our eyes. If I hear anything about my best friends and or their kids, I would have informed them in a heat beat. That’s what true friends do. Has our friendship hit rock bottom because of Jeremiah. But I figured they would be happy for me. Happy that I found someone who loves me and my kids and will go to full measures to protect us? When we didn’t respond but instead gave him a fake crooked smile, he told us the crawfish was done. We tell him we’ll be there in a little bit. As he walks away, my heart aches as I focus my attention on my best friends.
“I just wished you guys told me. I wanted you guys to be able to tell me everything like we usually do. My kids were involved. Y’all should have told me.” My eyes burned a little. I’m kind of hurt. I don’t want my best friends thinking they have to keep secrets from me to protect me. I want them to tell me everything.
Victoria and Cynthia can see the tears forming and they pull me in to apologize. They tell me the three little words that make me feel better. We call our kids and serve them craw daddies. That’s one good thing about us three mother’s. We cater to our kids’ needs first before we do anything for ourselves.
These crawfish is so spicy and delicious just like how it’s supposed to be cooked. It’s such a bummer that we only have two more weeks of this delicacy until the season ends. It ends on Father’s Day. Then we’ll have to wait till next March again. By the time July hits, I crave for it. I make a mean crawfish etouffee.
We mingled at the Bean’s home and when the sun fell, the men built a bonfire by the bay. I love Matt and Victoria’s home. If I had the money back then, I would have bought the home next door to them. Waking up every morning and sipping my coffee on the upstairs patio looking over the horizon as the sun rises. One of god’s beautiful creations. We pulled out the folding chairs and we sipped our beers talking about the past, the present, and the future. All the kids enjoyed making smores. If you’re going to have a camp fire, then you must make smores. Jeremiah made me one and that burned marshmallow melting the chocolate is to die for. These things are delicious. The kids’ faces are smeared with chocolate and marshmallows. After their third one, I had to stop them. They would eat it every second if they could. But I won’t allow it. They’ll get chocolate overload. And that isn’t such a pleasant experience. I remember one time when we went camping with their father. He let them eat smores as much as they wanted. Jordan was bouncing in the tent like we injected him with an energizer drink. I was about to lose my mind. When he talked, it wasn’t making sense, and he laughed about anything and everything. So three smores is my cut of point.
It is nice to be able to enjoy this quality time with family and friends. Jeremiah fits right in with our crew. He hasn’t missed a beat. When we talked about our past, he would listen attentively as if he’s trying to learn more about my past. Discussing our present time, he would have his own conversation with the men. When asked about our future, I stayed quiet as he talked. It seems like he has it all figured out for us. How he eventually wants to move to Baytown and commuting to Houston will be so easy for him since he doesn’t have to drive. And how he wants to coach for Jordan’s football team. He wants Jocelyn to start taking Equestrian classes because she begged him to pay for me, since I refused to pay that outrageous amount of money monthly. It’s just too much and with me wanting to retire in a year, that will bankrupt me. I blushed when he started discussing his future plans with me. My friends beamed with joy and I can see their eyes glisten with happiness. To tell you the truth, I think Jeremiah had too much to drink. When the skies turned purple with hint of red and orange, it was time for us to go. Since Jeremiah and I are both past our liquor capacity, he calls Alex to come get us.
Once we arrived, Jordan and Jocelyn were asleep in the car. Alex opened the door for us while Jeremiah carried Jordan and I carried Jocelyn. Mufasa and Mulan greet us then they run outside to use the bathroom. After tucking the kids in bed, Jeremiah grabs me and pulls me to my bedroom. He locks the door and my legs begin to quiver. He has that effect on me. Knowing he wants me like he does makes me weak to my knees. Jeremiah corals me in his arms embracing my lips with his. Our tongues collide and our liquor breathes mixes together. He’s rock hard, so hard; his dick is piercing through his khaki shorts. This man is so fucking. This man is mine. All of mine. Tangling my hair in his hands, he guides my mouth as we twist and turn our heads passionately kissing. So caught up in his presence, I was unaware I was off the ground. He effortlessly carries me with my hand while still gripping on my hair. After gently placing me on the bed, he removes his clothes. Lying there, I try to remove my flannel dress, but he begs me to leave it on so I do. He joins me on the bed; lifting my ass, I fall freely. He lifts my dress to my stomach and licks the rim of my navel. I clenched my fingers against my sheets. The delicate pecks he delivers makes my nipples hard. I unbutton three buttons on my dress and I massage my breast. He teases me as he goes around my clit. His soft full luscious lip against my skin is making me crazy. He continues to tease me leaving kisses everywhere but skipping my throbbing lips. Jeremiah blows his warm loving breathes over my panty and my pussy tightens. I clasp my fingers around his beautiful brown hair forcing him in the hole between my legs.
He plops his elbows on the bed watching me yearn for him, “Sweetheart tell me what you want me to do?”
“Ah. I. I want you to eat me baby.” I moan begging him to please me like he skillfully does.
Slipping my panty to the side, he devours me sticking his savvy tongue deep in my cave. So turned on, I don’t know if I want to hold onto my sheets or guide him to where I need his tongue. But he’s so talent he doesn’t need my help. I arch my back like a cat clenching onto my sheets. Propping his elbow on the bed, he lowers his head directly down into me. He sticks his muscle massaging me inside my walls as he sucks my sensitive lips. My hidden secret rewards his for his talents.
“Yes baby. Ah. Yes. I’m coming.” My body contorts. I didn’t know it could bend like that. He eats me and doesn’t let any of my juices leave his mouth. My clit palpitates eager for more of his clever tongue. He knows just where to lick to make my blood boil and my body to quiver wanting him not to stop.
He rips my flannel dress and the buttons fly in the air in different directions. Oh my god. He’s so fucking sexy. He moves my panty to the side and enters my orifice with his strong solid rod. The pain feels ridiculously wonderful. I beg him to fuck me harder. He rigorously drills my pussy and I can feel his balls hitting against my cheeks. With one quick move, he tears my panty in half with his powerful hand. He clenches his teeth tightening his jaw. I urge for him to make my pussy sore. With each effectual stroke, I unleash my inner aura and come on his needing dick.
He fixes on my face leaving loving kisses and he whispers, “I love you Jacquelyn.” And just like that, he explodes his desire inside me. The both of us are twitching at the unbelievable feeling.
While still inside me, he focuses his eyes with mine, “Jacquelyn I have something to tell you.”
I brush my fingers across his beautiful face, “Whatever it is, I know you love me.”
He genuinely penetrates my tongue with his and this time he makes love to me. The rare but phenomenally dreamy kind of loving making. The one where you’re so caught up in the moment that tears collects in your eye socket. And if he lovingly thrust his pelvis one more time inside you, a tear rolls down your cheek. That kind of love making.
Chapter 13
The weekend was our relax day. The four of us stayed home enjoying each other’s company without getting off the couch. We stayed in our pajamas all day; we ordered pizza and rented movies on cable. Since Jeremiah had to work the next day, he went to sleep early which was great because it gave me a chance to catch up with my kids.
“Mom are we still going to visit dad on Father’s Day?” Jordan rubbed his eyes.
“Of course we will. He’s y’alls father. We will never stop visiting him.”
We talked about what�
��s been happening the last month. I wanted to make sure they still feel the same way about Jeremiah. If they’re not feeling his vibe, then I have to cut him off our lives.
After Jeremiah went to work, I received a phone call from Matt requesting me to come to his office. With Jeremiah being twelve years old, I left him in charge to watch over his sister while I leave for a couple of hours.
Houston traffic is still the worst during lunch time. It’s insane how many people that owns vehicles here. When I arrived in Matt’s office, he closed the door behind me and asks me to have a seat.
Worried, “What’s going Matt?”
“I’m about to tell you something. But you have to promise me you won’t say anything.”
“Say anything to who?” I’m so confused. What in the hell is going on.
“Jac, I mean it. You cannot say anything to anyone. This man is my number one client. He is a big chunk of my income. So I cannot afford to lose him as my client. Do you understand?”
I’m guessing he is talking about Jeremiah. I nod, “Yes.”
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