Yours Book 2: Gaining Experience (Yours Series)

by Blue Saffire

  I turn to Sephora. “I think you should go talk to your mother,” I say and give her a look that brokers no arguments.

  Sephora searches my face for a moment, but nods and turns to leave. I watch her walking away, wishing I was going with her. I turn when I hear a groan from behind me.

  “I hate you, Lincoln,” Ryan says when I turn to catch his eyes on my woman’s ass.

  “Not as much as I hate you, kid,” I snort.

  “Yeah, well there is someone that hates you more, Nick. Dad wants us to watch Sophi for a while. It can’t be someone from your team and you can’t increase her security without throwing up red flags,” Braxton says.

  “I know you are not going to like this, but we think we can pull this off if we start to come around to hang with Sophi and Kimmie more. We have history with Kimmie and a little with Sophi no one will be too suspicious,” Ryan grumbles. “We even think it is good that you and I have a little conflict.”

  I glare at Ryan hard before turning to Braxton. “You’re close, we almost have what we need,” I ask.

  “We’re getting closer. Felix knows he is being watched. So is Wyatt. Wyatt won’t let Nellie near this one,” Braxton says.

  “That leaves me and Johnathan doing what we can without being detected,” Ryan says in frustration.

  I nod. “Do what you have to,” I agree.

  Chapter 16

  Hidden Pleasure

  Sephora

  I didn’t like the look in Nick’s eyes when Ryan said he and Braxton were here to see him. I walked away reluctantly. I am pretty sure they are not going to break out into a fight over me, although I wasn’t so sure at first. No, that is not why I am worried. There was something else in Nick’s eyes.

  I have to get to the bottom of what is going on. Nick may not say it but I can see that he is stressed. More and more business deals have been turning sideways. Nick has worked so hard I don’t want to see him lose it all. Not if there is something I can do to stop it.

  “Relax your face, before you end up with permanent wrinkles,” my mother says from beside me.

  I didn’t seek her out like Nick said to. Instead, I found a corner I could watch Nick, Ryan, and Braxton from. I have tried to steer clear of mother all night.

  Instead of listening to her words I frown deeper. I am surprised when she laughs at me and places an arm around my waist. I tear my eyes away from Nick and the Black brothers to give her my full attention.

  “He loves you and that is all a mother really wants for her daughter,” my mother starts. She reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Do you know your name means Bird. You were this little delicate, precious thing that they placed in my arms. Like a small sweet bird. You were so tiny then, but I knew one day you would soar. My little genius.

  “I question whether I did things right with you. Some would say I didn’t, but I say the jury is still out. You are becoming everything I wanted you to be and more. My little one, my bird, my star,” she kisses me on the cheek and I am stunned into silence.

  She is still staring at me smiling when I feel a large hand wrap around my wrist. I don’t have to turn to see who it is. Nick’s long fingers send a bolt of electricity up my arm.

  “Faraz, if you don’t mind,” Nick says not waiting for a response.

  I gasp as he drags me behind him across the reception hall. Ettie would pick a castle to be married in. This place is huge and my short legs in these stilts are having a hard time keeping up with Nick’s long legs. Nick grunts in determined frustration as we make it across the room.

  Without warning, he wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet. I start to laugh and bury my face in his neck. I guess the wait is over.

  Nick

  After hearing that Joe Black feels that Sephora needs to be watched more closely for her safety something snapped inside me. I have almost kept her under lock and key over the last month. I know we can’t live like this forever, especially with the next step I need to take in our relationship before I propose.

  I need to touch her, I need to be inside her, I need to feel her in my arms. I won’t wait any longer. A drunk guest outside the reception hall tries to stop us to talk to me, but I blow right pass him. I happen to own the estate, so I know the layout. It was a smart investment a few years back. I make plenty of money off of corporate events and weddings.

  Right now, I am just happy I know the place well enough to have the exact place I need in mind. I jog up the stairs with Sephora tucked into my side. Her warm breath on my neck and the tiny giggles coming from her lips, egg me on to rush to privacy. I skip the second floor of the large castle like estate and make my way to the restricted third floor.

  Once inside the room I am looking for, I push my way through the heavy doors into the room. I move over to the vanity, placing Sephora onto her feet in front of it. I stare at her hungrily as I remove my jacket and tie.

  We still have to return to the wedding so I will do my best not to have us return a complete mess. However, it is taking strengthen I never knew I had to even care. Sephora stands watching me knowing how much I like to unwrap her for myself.

  Once my jacket and tie are neatly placed on a nearby bench, I reach for Sephora’s waist. My patience has neared its peek and I don’t think I want to take this sexy dress off of her anyway. The shoes are definitely staying on.

  “You know what I want,” I say against her lips before giving her a quick peck.

  “Yes,” she moans and like the obedient little butterfly she is, she turns and places both hands on the vanity.

  I step behind her and gather her hair in my hands to place it over one shoulder. I’ll get back to that in a moment. I look her over and lick my lips. Her ass looks amazing in this dress.

  I want to enjoy the view more, but time is limited for what I have in store. I reach for the hem of her dress and gently slide it up her hips, inch by slow inch. When her chocolate globes come into view I groan and bite down hard on my lip.

  You wouldn’t know that I had this woman this morning right before she left to join her sister for her special day. Ever impatient to taste her I drop to my knees and pull aside her thong. My first lick of her sweet pussy is met with a gush of her juices.

  “Yes, just the way I like it, Baby. So nice and wet for me. This is for me isn’t it,” I growl against her core.

  “Yes, always,” she whimpers.

  “Are you sure?” I ask giving her left cheek a slap, knowing how much she loves it when I slap her lush ass.

  “Yes, I’m sure Nick. Please,” she begs just the way I like.

  I run my hands from the very sexy straps at her ankles up over her calves, up her thighs and over the globes of her ass. I can hear her panting at my touch. I reach for her thong again and this time move it on the outside of her right cheek to keep it out of my way.

  I palm both her cheeks and watch as I part her ass and folds with my long fingers. I love her scent. As I open her to me it hits me hard, making my mouth water. Not able to take it one more minute, I dive in face first.

  I suck and lick her pussy lips like the long awaited meal this is. I want to eat every inch of this wet pussy. I devour her like I have never tasted her before. Sephora knows me and knows that no matter where we are I want to hear the sound of her pleasure. She doesn’t disappoint either.

  “Ahh, yes, Nick, yes,” her cries fill the large room echoing off the walls and high ceiling.

  It is my own personal concert and I love it. I push in two fingers and find her sweet spot with little effort. I know this body so well. I hum into her folds when her warmth gushes a little more into my mouth. She is close, but not there yet. We’ll just have to fix that.

  I slap her ass again with my free hand. Sephora is a feeler. She thrives from sensations derived by touch. The more I touch her the more she soars. My touch just happens to be the magic touch that unlocks her deepest, darkest secrets and right now I want her to bare all.

  “Oh shit, Nick, yeessss
s,” she keens like a little porn star. It is sexy as fuck, her inhibitions are long forgotten and right now she only knows me and my touch. Just the way I want it.

  I latch onto her clit and finish what I started. I relish the taste of her as she squirts in my mouth. I don’t think I have ever seen her this wet. I want to lap her up and do it all again, but time is of the essence here. I have too much planned to get lost in just tasting her.

  I lift to my feet and chuckle as I look down at Sephora with her head pressed into the top of the vanity as she tries to catch her breath. Her ass is in the air almost like an invitation. I take her up on the invite.

  Releasing my belt, I make quick work of pushing my pants down my hips. I plunge into her wet tight heat. We both groan in unison as I push into the halt. I grit my teeth as her pussy pulses around me from the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

  “Shit, Baby,” I groan and place my head between her shoulder blades.

  She whimpers something intangible into the vanity top. From the flutter of her walls around me as I move slowly in and out I know she is making her way right into another orgasm. I grab her hips and increase my pace. It is too good to slow down.

  “You feel so good,” I grunt.

  I curse as the thong I pushed aside rolls back between her legs and starts to chafe my cock. I grab the thin string of fabric and snap it. With my foot and nudge her legs further apart.

  I am going insane. Her pussy is so wet. She has never been this wet before. The room fills with the sound of my pelvis slapping her ass, her wet pussy smacking and slurping its lips around my cock and our collective moans, groans and cries. Music to my ears if I ever heard it.

  “Sephora,” my voice husks as I try to ground myself from falling over the edge. I lift my head and look at her in the vanity mirror. “Look at me.”

  She follows the command in my voice and her eyes meet mine in the mirror. I love the passion I see in her eyes. Sephora bites her lip and gives me this face that tells me all her secrets. I slip my hand into the open v of her dress and cup one of her breasts. I growl when I am denied access to her bare flesh by whatever tape that’s holding her tits in place under the dress.

  I want those lips. I reach for her hair, fisting it and wrapping it around my arm. I tug her head back until her lips are within reach. I cover her lush lips just as a scream escapes them, capturing my name in her sexy mouth.

  “No one touches what’s mine,” I growl as the seriousness of the months to come slams into me.

  My words trigger both our release. I come hard with a roar. It is well worth the wait. But I’m not done. I return my forehead to the damp flesh on her back to catch my breath for the next round.

  “I need to enjoy you while I can, our lives are about to get very busy, Baby,” I sigh once I catch my breath.

  Chapter 17

  Hello World

  Sephora

  Nick was so right when he said that our lives were about to get busy. I have realized just how much of a sweet bubble we have been living in with our relationship. Reality has come crashing down on me and I am not sure if I am ready for any of this.

  People can be so cruel. I know Nick is a wealthy man and a public figure at times, but I never thought that would have an impact on our relationship. I never thought it would affect me.

  I learned just how much of a fairy tale I have been living in. How can people that have never met me a day in their lives have so much to say about me and my relationship? Blog after blog, stupid rag after dumb rag talking crap about me and they know nothing about me.

  I have been called names, torn to pieces, and lied upon since Nick decided to take our relationship public. I have shed more tears over the last four weeks than I have my whole life. I didn’t know people could be so hateful.

  I know I shouldn’t read any of it but I can’t help myself. The comments they make are everywhere. Nick has forbidden me from looking at the sites and reading the shit being posted on social media, but it calls to me. I just can’t help myself.

  I’ve been called ugly. Wait, let me correct that, they say that I am too ugly for Nick. They have said that I hate myself. That I have degraded myself by wearing fake contacts and European weaves. And I quote, “What is wrong with your natural hair, my sister?” “Light eyes won’t make you love herself more. He’ll just leave you for the real deal when she comes along.”

  And those are the mild ones. They have said that I am too dark to actually be pretty. I’ve been called fat and unattractive to real men. One of my favorites was when I was called a filthy fat gold digger. Nick has even been called a monkey lover.

  Oh, and my favorite blog post went into detail on the hatred I have for myself that has caused me to date a white man. Oh yes, I can tell you that one word for word. I had to read it a few times to believe it. It goes, and I quote.

  Who is this Sephora Emilsson, everyone is talking about these days? From what I see she is no big deal. Why is it we, as black women, feel that dating a white man validates us in some way?

  Nicholas Lincoln is a very handsome and wealthy man. He has accomplished a lot in the past eight years. I have followed his career, so I get the attraction when it comes to him. Looks, wealth, prestige, but aren’t there any black men for Miss. Emilsson with the same classifications.

  I don’t understand why this woman hates herself so much that she has gone to great lengths to fit into the white society, instead of embracing herself. I mean, come on grey contacts. And let’s not forget that overprice weave she is wearing, that falls down her back. Come on honey. Where is your self-respect?

  Nick is an educated man. If she spent as much time in the books as she has chasing that white man and becoming something she is not, then maybe an actual brother would take the time to look at her.

  I read somewhere that she claims the hair and eyes are real. Psh, chick please. You are as chocolate as a Hershey bar, that is not your hair and those eyes are as fake as that ass you are sporting. I have seen other pictures of her with honey colored eyes and not grey. So really Sephora darling, who are you trying to fool?

  You should love the skin you are in. If Nicholas cares about you then you could be yourself and still be with him if you really have to have a white man.

  Girl bye.

  -Real Sisters Speak Out

  I have news for that real sister. She is the fool. I graduated Valedictorian of both my high school and college classes. In addition, I have never worn a weave in my life, and even if I did what does that have to do with the price of tea in China. I swear she sounds more bitter that I am dating Nick instead of her having that privilege.

  I have never even considered Nick’s color in all the time we have dated. I don’t get what my looks have to do with my self-respect. I just can’t believe these people that watch other people’s lives from afar and think they know it all. What kind of box are they living in any way to make such foolish comments?

  We have gone to fundraiser after fundraiser, movie releases, restaurant openings, name it we have done it in the last four weeks. All of those events have placed our relationship in the limelight for the world to scrutinize. Honestly, I have had enough. I’m tired of it.

  I run my hand through my hair and sigh. I should be getting ready for yet another fundraiser at this very moment, but here I sit in just my corset, thigh highs and heels, with my phone in my hand. I should have been dressed a half hour ago.

  Instead, I am clinching my phone fighting back tears once again. I shift on the chase lounge as I sit in the closet. This particular tweet has me stunned. Someone has shared a picture of Nick with a beautiful blonde on his arm. There is a split pic of him with me last night, at an upscale restaurant we went to for a business meeting Nick wanted me to join him for.

  The caption reads. Please Lincoln, you have done better. I don’t know why I am letting this one get to me. Maybe it is because this is the first time I have ever seen Nick with another female. It is a reality call to me in a sort of way.


  Did I really think Nick waited for me all that time without seeing anyone at all? This picture is proof that he didn’t. It looks like it is from about a year or two ago.

  “Baby,” Nick’s voice breaks through my thoughts and I look up to see him standing over me.

  I didn’t even hear him enter the closet. Nick reaches for my phone and a scowl covers his face. He kneels down onto the balls of his feet and cups my face. His jade eyes searching my eyes.

  With a sigh, he runs his finger across my bottom lip. “Say the word and I will walk away from it all,” he says softly.

  I wrinkle my brows and search his eyes. “What do you mean?”

  He lifts his other hand in the air. “This house, FLI, being in the public, I will walk away. I needed to see if you can handle my world, Baby, but it looks like it is handling you. I would give it all up before I give you up,” Nick explains.

  His words embed themselves in my head. The gravity of what he is saying tugs at me, but there is just one thing I can’t let go of. I understand what he is saying, but if I don’t ask it is going to drive me crazy.

  “Who is she,” I ask, pointing to the phone now in his hand. I hate how small my voice sounds to my own ears.

  I hate that I have let insecurity creep in when Nick does nothing but ensure that I am always the center of his attention. He always makes sure that everything he does revolves around me.

  Nick gives me a knowing smile and kisses the tip of my nose. “That is Kelly Briggs–Fecteau, Kevin’s cousin. The picture is from about a year ago and if you google her name you will find a picture of her and her husband at the same function that night. You will also find that there are blogs and articles bashing her as much as they are bashing you. Believe it or not, her mother is half African American. She gets as much flak as you are getting,” Nick replies and winks.

  I sigh a breath of relief. I feel silly and overwhelmed. Nick’s question plays in my head and I mull it over. Can I take this lifestyle he has introduced me to? My father was a wealthy man, but he and my mother never subjected me to the public this way. I never saw this side of our life.