by Tiya Rayne
I’d been around that dog for over two months and not one time had I ever seen her like this. Even I was frightened. She was snarling at Howard like she was ready to rip him from limb to limb.
“What the Hell? Charli, get this gotdamn dog.” Howard was nearly pushing through my head board he was trying so hard to get away from the dog. His knees was to his chest and his voice was as high as mine.
“Jackson, stop this.”
Jackson cut his eyes over to me, his arms folded over his chest.
I could tell from that look in his eyes, he was not going to stop. Since I’d met Jackson he’d been sweet and kind and nothing but a gentleman, but the look in his eyes told me that Jackson also had a dark side, and I’d just provoked it.
“I’m going to count to three again.” This time when Jackson spoke he was looking only at me, but his words were meant for Howard. “If you’re not out of this house by the time I get to three, it won’t be my dog you have to worry about. One!”
“You are INSANE!”
“Charli, you need to do something about this big ass white dude!”
“Two!”
“You don’t get to walk up in my motherfucking house making demands like you own something in here. You need to worry about yourself and that bitch of an Ex.”
Jackson did not react to my shouting or my words. His hazel eyes stared only at me as the word, “Three.” Came out of his mouth.
Jackson turned back to Howard and took one step towards him. Howard scurried off my bed and fell face first onto the floor as his legs became tangled in the bed sheets. He finally broke free of my sheets and got to his feet butt ass naked. He scooped his clothes off the floor, placed them over his now severely soft erection as he rushed to the door.
Lady snapped at him and chased Howard out of my room followed by the sounds of his high pitched screams. The entire scene was hilarious and I guarantee one day I was going to look back and laugh at this, however, at the moment I was furious.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” I asked the moment I heard my front door slam.
I angrily walked over to the other side of the room to retrieve my robe.
“See, this is some white folks shit.”
I fought with the silk sleeves of my robe trying to get my arm in.
“I should have known better. This is all my fault. This is what I get for trying to be different, now I’m caught up in some mess.”
I turned around and Jackson was standing right up on me. I had to take a step back he was so close. I had no idea he had moved from his spot. I didn’t even hear him. His hazel eyes continued to stare at me, nowhere in those eyes did I see the sweet Jackson I’d been getting to know. What I saw, was doing to my body, what Howard wasn’t able to do. It was why I was hiding out in my bathroom. I should be scared of the look in his eyes, but I was so turned on I couldn’t focus.
“Did you fuck him?” Jackson’s voice was deeper than usual, his nostrils were flared and his jaw tensed. He looked even larger than his usual self.
I placed my hands on my hips, my full attitude was out to play now. “It doesn’t matter….”
Jackson took a step forward and I took one back before he caught himself. He closed his eyes and inhaled before opening them again.
“Answer my goddamn question, Charlice.”
“No! I didn’t.” The words came out obediently.
Jackson exhaled and placed his hands on top of his head. He turned away from me as if he was gathering his thoughts, or calming down. I didn’t know what to think of the situation. We both remained silent for a moment.
“I want you, Char.” He said before turning back to me.
I finally saw a little of the old Jackson back in his eyes, but not nearly enough to hide that craziness from before.
“I’ve made that clear from day one. And I’m a grown man so when I want something I go after it. When you sent me that text saying OK, you became all mine. This shit you pulled tonight, can never happen again.”
I finally woke up from the spell he put on me earlier.
“Jackson, when I left your office, I made it very clear that we were done. What I decide to do with my body at this point has nothing to do with you.”
He shook his head in disagreement. “It doesn’t work that way, Charlice!”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU RUNNING.” His shouted words caused me to take a step back. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to quit on us because you’re scared. Damn it, Char, I’m scared too. I’m putting my all in this with you. I know the stuff with Vanessa is messed up, but it doesn’t change us. You have to believe me when I say, Vanessa’s baby is not mine. If I thought for a second that it was, I would have come to you and told you.”
He shook his head and looked down before back up at me. “I know you have walls built around your heart, and baby, I have no problem breaking down every single one of them. I’m a big man, so I can handle that no matter how long it takes.”
That got a smile from me.
“But, you have to let me know if I’m wasting my time. If I am, I’ll walk out your front door and I’ll leave you alone. So you have to tell me now, do you feel anything for me, Char?”
There was nothing but silence in the room. My head was swimming with Jackson’s question. He put it all out there and left the ball in my court.
“I’m flawed Jackson.”
“I know that.”
I shook my head fighting that burning feeling in the back of my throat. My eyes were blurring with tears. He didn’t know. He would never know just how flawed I was.
“I have ugly scars from dark secrets.”
“I know that too.”
When the first tear fell from my eyes, Jackson walked up to me. His hooded eyes peered down at me. He placed a hand to my cheek and ran his thumb over the tears that fell.
“I’m not asking you to be perfect, Char. I don’t care about the hurdles or the battle to win your heart, I just need to know that at the end of the journey it will belong to me. Answer the question, do you have feelings for me?”
I closed my eyes and dropped my shoulders. My body surrendered to the truth. “Yes!”
His lips were on mine instantly. My salty tears mixed in with his delicious taste. His hands grabbed the sash of my robe and yanked it lose. I could feel his warm palms rubbing against my side and circling around to my lower back as he pulled me closer to him. His tongue danced across mine. My fingers played in the soft hair at the back of his head. I loved running my fingers through his hair. Jackson bit at my bottom lip, and pulled a moan from me. His hands found my ass, a cheek in each palm as he squeezed with a firm grip before lifting me off my feet. His strength always made sex with him an adventure.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as I ground my center on the pole that was poking me through his jeans. He walked us to the bed and slowly placed me down, his heavy warm body covered mine. When he lifted away from our kiss, I whimpered. I loved the smile it brought to his face.
I lied on my back, one leg hung off the side of the bed and the other bent at the knee. I watched Jackson as he pulled his shirt up over his head exposing his thick muscled body. His few tattoos decorated his chest in beautiful artwork. He watched me the entire time he undressed. He dropped his shirt on the floor at his feet, and then popped the button on his pants. Already the head of his dick was sticking up from the waist band of his boxers. I licked my lips at the sight of it.
Jackson crawled back onto the bed, he grabbed the foot that’s barely touching the floor and placed the heel of my foot to the center of his chest. His roughened palm stroked my inner thigh slowly. Usually when Jackson and I were together, we were wild in bed. Ripping clothes, hard kissing, hair pulling, and rough grabbing, but tonight it seemed Jackson had other plans.
His light touches ran all the way from my knee up to my thigh to where it dipped into my pelvis bone, but it never went closer to where I ac
hed for him. I squirmed with need and impatience.
“Jackson.” I moaned his name in impatience, but he ignored my plea.
He removed his hand from my skin all together, I would have cried out in frustration if the next action wouldn’t have had me whimper and arch off the bed. Jackson swirled his tongue around my toes, allowing his hot wet tongue to brush the pad of all five toes. Jesus, be a fence! I’d never thought this could feel so good. When he sucked my big toe into his mouth I cried out. He took his time lavishing my toes, running his tongue over each one and wrapping his lips around them. I squirmed around on the bed, closing my eyes I relished in this newly discovered erogenous zone. He placed a kiss at the arch of my foot and gently bit before kissing it again. I giggled. My feet were ticklish.
I loved the smile that spread over his face. Jackson planted kisses from my foot all the way up to my inner thigh where he sucked the thin skin into his mouth. I growled at the pleasure and buried my fingers in the longer hair at the top of his head. I could feel his smile against my thigh, he knew what he was doing to me. He released my skin and if I were lighter skinned I was sure I would have a bruise there.
His lips traced a trail up to my pelvis. He kissed all around my panty covered pussy before planting his nose right at the center of my drenched underwear and inhaled. I gushed for him even more as he enjoyed the smell of my arousal. I wanted him to push those panties to the side and dive in so bad, but Jackson had other plans. He planted one simple kiss at my center before moving on to the other leg working his way back down to my toes. I was dripping wet and so turned on, I would probably cum the moment he even touched my pussy.
“Please,” I gasped as his tongue twirled around my toes. “I can’t take anymore.” If he didn’t fill me soon, I was going to combust from the heat swirling in my belly.
Thankfully he understood my need, because he let go of my feet and lifted from the bed just long enough to slip off his bottoms and put on a condom. He crawled up my body, placing kisses at every bit of skin he came into contact with. He sat up on his knees between my legs staring down at me. Both hands cupped my swollen breasts and squeezed. My moan turned into a squeal when he ripped the sexy lace number straight down the middle. I went to protest, but the look on his face shut me up.
I would never be able to wear this lingerie for Jackson again, because it would always be a reminder of what he walked in on. I didn’t flinch when the panties were ripped next. The lace material lay in shambles underneath me.
Jackson stroked his covered hardened dick and I was jealous of his hands. I wanted to touch him, but I had no time to protest, as one fat finger slowly slid into me. My eyes closed and my head pushed back into the mattress. He slowly slid his finger out and grunted at the sound my wet sex made. I was soaking wet for him. Jackson growled at the sound of my wetness as he pushed his finger back in. This time when he removed his finger he replaced it with his dick. Using it to split my pussy lips down the middle. He rocked his hips, coating his hardened member in my essence.
His eyes never left the spot where my lower lips cradled him in their warmth. When he smacked his erection against my hardened nub, I came on a long moan and that was when he pushed into me as far as he could go. I cried out, the action caused my orgasm to fire back up. Jackson didn’t wait, he pulled out just to sink back in me slow and deep. So fucking deep. My back arched off the bed and my hands flew down to his thighs resting between my legs. I tried to push him back from going so deep. Jackson knocked my hands away, I was not denying him tonight. He placed a palm to my right thigh pinning it back and down opening me up further. His hips rolled with each deep thrust. He was in no rush, but I was still clawing at the sheets.
“Fuck, Shit, Damn.” Curse words flew from my mouth.
He knew how to work my body.
I reached for him, wanting to feel his body on mine. He came willingly, one hand by my head to prop him up and the other under my left thigh as he slide in and of me in an unrushed pace. He stared down at me. My mouth opened on a silent scream as he took my body slow and passionately.
I knew how to fuck, I could do it with my eyes closed, but this wasn’t fucking. This wasn’t smashing or banging, or having sex, this was something else. Something I’d never done before and something I never knew I would want until I was here sharing it with Jackson.
Jackson kept me on the edge of an orgasm. Speeding up with quick shallow thrust just to slow it back down with deep slow strokes. The moment my stomach would tighten and I would come to the brink of an epic orgasm, he would slow back down. I felt Jackson tense above me, his lips came crashing down to mine in a powerful kiss that had a tear slipping from the corner of my eye. He pushed in so deep, hitting that hidden spot inside me that caused me to erupt with an earth shattering orgasm. I ripped my lips from his and threw my head back with a gasping scream. My body shook from my orgasm. Jackson roared into my shoulder as I felt the heat from his semen filling the condom.
When we both came down from the greatest sex ever, Jackson pulled out and rolled onto this back. I tucked into his side like the dick whipped female that I was. For a moment our labored breathing was all that was heard in the silent house. I didn’t even hear the dog.
“I want you to meet my parents.” Jackson’s voice broke the silence.
I tensed at his side. Ok, this was where I put my foot down. I didn’t do family meetings. I drew the line at that. That’s too much commitment and too fast for me. Besides, no man will meet my family. I didn’t care how close I got to him, there would never come a time where he would be sitting down with Sadie Rose and Charlie Jefferies.
“OK!”
What the fuck, Duck? Where the hell did that come from and why am I not retracting it. What was going on with me?
Jackson planted a kiss on my forehead before climbing out of the bed and grabbing his boxers off the floor.
“I’ll set something up with my mom and get back to you.”
“Ummm, where are you going?” I asked sitting up watching him pull his boxers up.
“You thought I was going to sleep in the bed that a naked man just climbed out of? Hell no! We’re about to have round two in the shower, and then we’re burning these damn sheets.”
“You are NOT burning these sheets. I paid $1100 dollars for these sheets.”
He gave me a smirk that shoot right to my center.
“Come to the shower, I bet I can change your mind.” He didn’t even give me a chance to argue, not that I was going to argue. I calmly climbed my ass off that bed and headed towards the shower. Damn those sheets.
TWENTY
Three weeks to the day he announced he wanted me to meet his parents, we pulled up to the split level house.
“Are you nervous?” Jackson asked as we both stared back at the half brick and half vinyl house. Burgundy shutters made the exterior pop, and the manicured yard showed it was loved. It was a nice home in a suburb outside of Atlanta.
“No, I’m not nervous.”
Despite it being my first time meeting someone’s parents, I wasn’t easily intimidated. I dealt with billion dollar business on a daily basis, his parents weren’t going to shake me. Although I was as cool as a fan, Jackson seemed to be nervous enough for the both of us.
He turned the engine off to his truck and turned in his seat to face me. Lady whined in the back seat as she placed her head between the consoles. I stroked her head calming her.
“OK, Look!” He announced bringing my attention to him. “You know how I feel about you, right?”
“Yeah!”
He ran a hand over his mouth and tugged on his beard while his eyes looked back to the house.
“You’re not going to run if shit is weird in here are you?”
I laughed. “Jackson, if you’re freaking out so bad, why did you bring me here?”
“I’m not… freaking out. I just……” Another look towards the house.
A short woman with short gray hair was standing in the doorway with a
huge smile on her face. When I turned back to Jackson, his head was down and he seemed to be rethinking this decision. I placed my hand on his jean clad thigh and he looked to me.
“I won’t run, I promise. Not unless ya’ll got some white hoods up in there or something.”
Jackson threw his head back and laughed. I was glad I could make him laugh and calm down, I couldn’t think of anything his parents would say that would make me run away from Jackson. I didn’t need his parents’ approval of me because I wasn’t fucking them.
Jackson grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into him for a passionate kiss. When he finally pulled away, that sweet smile was on his face.
“There are no white hoods hidden in any closets. I would never take you anywhere where you would have to worry about that.”
I trusted him enough to believe him.
Jackson climbed out of his truck and came around to open my door. The woman at the door was on the porch now.
“Oh my! Bubba, she’s so pretty.” The woman said as soon as I stepped out of the truck.
“Bubba?” I questioned smiling up at a red faced Jackson.
“Don’t start, Duck.” He retorted and I laughed.
I had no room to tease anyone about a nickname.
Lady ran off around the back of the house while we walked hand in hand up to the front porch where the women waited. She was older than Nita, maybe in her early sixties. I could tell she was once a brunette, but the gray in her hair has taken away most of the old color. She was tiny, couldn’t be taller than five feet even. Jackson’s tall frame dwarfed her easily. Even I made her extra short in my red bottom 6 inch heels. Jackson bent down and planted a kiss on who I assumed was his mother’s cheek.
“Mom,” He said confirming my thoughts. “This is my girlfriend, Charlice Jefferies.”
I didn’t cringe at his title of girlfriend, but it did still make me slightly uncomfortable.
“Char, this is my mother, Sally Keller.”
“Hello, Mrs. Keller.” I said in my most professional voice.
I held out a hand for her to shake. She completely dodged my outstretched hand and went straight for a tight hug. I stood in my spot completely startled. Sally pulled back and looked me up and down.
