by C C Monroe
Turning his head back to me, I gain his attention and I untangle myself from him and walk backward toward the couch. When it hits the back of my knees, I sit on the very edge. Kingston is watching me with great intent, his hands stationed on his hips while his eyes look me over from top to bottom. Finally he moves, stopping and dropping to his knees in front of me.
“Hey little man, sorry we’ve been a wreck lately. Is mommy stressed and it’s stressing you out?” Lifting my shirt, his lips find my six-month belly, heavy with our son, who I’m sure is going to be the world’s biggest fucking baby. I’m forever hungry and my stomach is much bigger than most women at six months. The doctor says he is going to be a big one.
“He was really bad this morning after you left. It’s like he knew I needed daddy and daddy needed me.” Biting his lip, he groans, not sexually more like pure need. We need comfort right now, we’re both dwindling down a long road of shit.
“Mama, let me take you home. You need something to eat and then some rest, little man needs it.”
“Princeton,” I say aloud.
“What?” He looks confused and I smirk.
“I want to name our son Princeton. Because he is our Prince, you are our King and I will be your Queen.”
Looking stunned, with glazed over eyes, he grins, “You’re perfect. My fucking hell, you’re perfect,” he repeats, leaning in and kissing my belly over and over again.
“You like it?” I came up with that name last week, wanting to surprise him with it at a better time, but here is the right time. That seems to be us, always planning for the perfect, but reacting on the moment.
“Like it? Baby, I love it. You have me so fucking proud, my damn chest is growing. I need to feel like the King in all things and not only did you build me a kingdom with our growing family, but you gave me a kingdom filled with gold, you and my son.” We take this temporary bliss and revel in it, ignoring the troubles that threaten me to focus on what centers us.
“I will give you an entire village of perfect little humans. I promise, Kingston.” I tilt my head, brining my lips to his forehead, while his stay on our son, the vision of a train of love. I don’t want to think of Joel right now, I especially don’t want to think about those pictures. When I first saw them, I nearly had a heart attack, seeing them now is something I know I can never, nor never want to do again. Now that I’ve convinced Kingston that everything will be fine, how will I convince myself?
The sun is finally setting, disappearing behind the tall high-rises when Lana closes her eyes. Her sleep taking her like the night takes the sun. Climbing out of bed with as much grace as my big ass can, I slip away without her waking. I search for my phone to call Greg.
“Detective Henson, it’s Kingston.”
“I know, Kingston and please call me Greg.” I smirk.
“Sorry, I’m just not used to us talking in this setting. But I have a question to ask you.”
“Sure, go ahead.” I leave the room, cracking the door just enough so I can hear Lana if she needs me. I whisper as I head out to the living room. I don’t want Lana waking up, her blood pressure was way too high and the doctor thinks she is suffering from exhaustion and dehydration. When we went there after work, I knew I needed to take the time off as did she, leaving Trey and Shayla in charge of holding down the businesses.
“Lana informed me today that she received miscellaneous things from Joel.”
“Can you send them to me, this could really be good to put on the case.” I shake my head when he says this. I’m still frustrated that she threw everything away.
“That’s the problem. She didn’t tell me about them and tossed them.”
“Why would she do that?” he huffs into the phone, a tad aggravated.
“She was scared, Greg,” I jump to her defense with a raspy bite, my voice harsh.
“I know, I understand. I just really want to keep that piece of shit locked up if we can. Sorry, that was unprofessional.”
“I’m with you, trust me. So what now?”
“Well, she can fill out a second report with the Seattle PD, explain what she received, the contents and so on and I will present them to his attorney. But, there are no guarantees that it will do anything.” I debate drilling my hand through the wall but refrain. A broken hand is the last thing we need added to our toppling plates.
“That’s it, no matter what I say or what she has been harassed with, that’s it?” I ask, growing hot.
“Kingston, I believe what you’re saying, but he’s behind bars. He probably has someone trying to creep her out—to spook her. That way when he gets out she’ll be scared enough, he will feel avenged.” He tells me this and I snap, wanting to reach through the phone and shake some fucking sense into this man.
“You expect me to believe he’s doing this for vengeance! Greg, he almost killed her that night, threatened her with his goons and fist so she wouldn’t leave him! He hurt her for two years!” I pound my fist on the counter, the pain shooting up my arm not affecting me in the slightest.
“Kingston, calm down. Okay?” Heat is rolling off my skin like waves rising and crashing spreading to the shores of every nerve ending. Him trying to calm me the fuck down isn’t working. I will hire someone else if I have to.
“No, I won’t calm down until this man is no longer a threat to my girlfriend and our family. Will you or will you not talk to him again? Tell him you are on to him and won’t hesitate to lock him up for longer? Get his fucking lawyer involved and show them you mean business?” I ask, giving him one last chance to help.
“Besides, I will stop at nothing to protect her and he may know people, but I know myself and the things I’m willing to do to protect her are the exact things that you, Detective, walk the streets to fucking stop,” I threaten, my voice low and disembodied, I’m no longer keeping myself quiet, I’ve lost any sense of sanity where Lana is concerned. Protecting Lana has become my life’s mission and I won’t let him or anyone else doubt me and let this fucker get away with it.
“Alright, watch it son. You’re putting me in a compromising position,” he warns followed by his heavy breath. “Fine, I’ll talk to him and see if I can find anything out and I will look into other sources. But, damn it, Kingston, stop destroying the evidence. Got it?”
“Yes,” I promise, sighing in relief. It isn’t the solution to stop him, but it’s a start. “Thank you.” I take myself down a few pegs.
“I’ll call you with updates, until then please don’t do anything stupid.” Ending on that note, I can’t promise I won’t do anything stupid. I can only hope I won’t fucking have to.
Walking back down the hall I strip off my shirt as I walk into the bedroom. Lana’s still asleep, her sweet chest rising and falling, her petite body curled in a ball, wrapped around my pillow. I crave to touch her. Some people use booze or drugs, even the gym to relieve their stress, me—however, I indulge in making love to Lana.
Her skin is soft, smoothing out my hard edges. Her smile big enough for the both of us. The twinkle in her eye when she’s happy, etching a stained image of it in my brain. And being inside her wields all those things together, fusing every inch of my love for her—together.
Tearing my wandering eyes from her sleeping form I finish stripping for my shower. It’s been a long ass day and I need a second to myself to make sense of it all.
I let the steam fill the bathroom enough to fog the mirror and glass door of the shower. When the water is hot enough, I climb in. Stepping under the heavy stream of scolding water, I let it wash away my day. I swear it feels like everything Lana and I have fought so hard to become is being threatened. We fought hard to overcome her fears and fall in love that it worked, faster than what I planned.
Maybe this is punishment for forcing Lana to love me sooner than she was ready to. It was only a matter of time before the other shoe would drop. Not only did we fall in love fast and it was fucking reckless and beautiful all at once, but we’re having a baby.
We’re finally happy. Maybe Lana isn’t in love with me the way I wanted her to be, maybe I forced her into it, maybe I’m as bad as Joel was? Is this my punishment? Great, now that fucker is in my head.
I drop my head and for the first time in a long time, I cry. I never fucking cry. Call me the typical asinine, macho, complexed male, but men don’t cry. Crying is for the weak hearted people who can’t handle their shit—that’s me now. I’m scared I made her love me out of force and not free will.
I’m scared Joel is gonna come and take her from me, take what’s mine. I love Lana and I fear I can’t protect her. I’m brought back to all the moments in time where she needed my saving and I couldn’t or better yet, didn’t. I could have saved her long before I really did.
My shoulders shake, the water’s burning my skin and my hands are splayed on the wall in front of me. Here in this shower the big two hundred and twenty pound man stands hopeless. I failed her—again.
“Baby?” Sniffing, I lift my head and flex my jaw, attempting to mask my tears. Turning I face Lana’s naked form climbing into the shower. She shuts the door, trapping us in the glass enclosure, my body acutely aware of her presence.
“Hey sweetie,” I cough, erasing the reminisce of my breakdown. “What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting.” I reach out to her and sweep her hair from her alarmed face.
“I could hear you, baby. Are you okay?” she asks reaching up to touch my face, standing on her tippy toes to get as close to me as our height difference will allow, our son sticking between us, her now pronounced belly touching just above my hips.
“I’m fine angel, it’s okay.” I don’t want to be anything else but strong in front of her during this time, she needs my strength.
“No, Kings, don’t hide from me. I know you’re upset, this is affecting you too.” I look down between us, my eyes gazing down at her beautiful body between us. Her breasts have grown some with the pregnancy, but they’re still small, the water from my hair falls on them then slides from there to the swell of her belly. Inside that belly my son is waiting to join this world, to come be with his mother and me, making my fear more prominent.
“I don’t need you stressing about me, baby. I’m fine. We need to get you and little man healthier.” I turn away from her to turn off the water and get her back into bed. I don’t get the chance, instead Lana’s turns me back to her.
Sliding her hand from my shoulder and around my neck, she pulls me to her, her soft lips landing on mine. The water cascading down over us, between our lips, the wet plush of her lips on mine starting a deep aching desire in my chest.
She pulls from me a little and I open my eyes to see her beautiful ones staring into mine. “I know this is scary, I’m afraid too.” Our noses touch and she pecks my lips a few times. “What can I do to make you feel better?” Her asking is my invitation to seek the truth.
I need answers before I make my next move. I need her to destroy any insecurity that I have. For the first time I’m experiencing insecurities and the psychological fix to them is the woman standing here with me. Removing my hands completely from her body and stepping under the water a little more, my back being pounded on from the fall of water, I engage her.
“Do you really love me, Lana?”
“Kings of..”
“No, Lana. On your own accord, by the true feeling inside of you, do you and did you fall in love with me by your own choice of heart?” Closing the gap between us she brings her closed fist down on my chest, it doesn’t hurt me but there is enough force in it to get my full attention.
“Don’t shut me out and don’t compare the way he made me fall in love with him to the way I fell in love with you. With him I fell in love because of the idea of what love could be.” She stops, biting her lip, those damn tears forming in her brown eyes. “I fell in love with you because it was fate. You were the greatest journey on a smug, sexy, loving, heroic, and cocky paved road to destiny. I love you, Kingston, because you’re my one and only true love. I will never trust or love another man the way I trust and love you. What can I do to show you that, baby?” her feminine voice cries out to me.
My restraint breaks and I give into her. Leaning down to her eye level, I descend my hungry lips on hers, kissing her with a fever so fucking strong, an electric current passes back and forth between us. Flipping us, I take four steps back and find the bench in our shower, planting my ass down, her still standing form bends with me. Not wanting to, but needing to, I detach our lips and give her a smoldering look.
“Make love to me, show me how much you love me.”
“Yes, Kingston.” I watch her drop to her knees and my dick hardens. Her hands separate my knees as she gets as close as she can with her stomach against the bench. Dipping her head she keeps her hands spread on my thighs, while her pink tongue swirls around the crown of my cock.
“Ohh, babe,” I moan, moving her damp hair from her face, giving me a full visual of her lips and tongue on me. Feeding another inch of me into her sweet mouth, my hips thrust a little at the sensation.
I watch memorized as she takes me a little deeper than she did last time she sucked me off taking slow, relaxing sucks with each bob of her head. I help her ease me halfway when she finally wraps her long thin fingers around my thick shaft.
I feel the familiar tingle in my spine and the rush that comes when I’m about to come.
“Baby, I’m gonna come, let’s go to bed.” Instead of stopping and listening to my warning, she cups my balls and rolls them in her hand. Fuck, that feels so damn good and my God where did she learn that shit?
A few minutes later, I give in, letting her take me over the edge. I pull her hair and warn her one more time before I lose it and like the generous siren she is, she tightens her lips deliciously and looks up at me while I release my warm load down her throat. I don’t throw my head back, I don’t want to miss any second of this. My jaw drops and I breath heavy while looking down at Lana, her hand and mouth drawing up my cock, taking every amount of come that I have.
I help her up and reach for the shower knob switching it off as fast as I can. We’re still comfortably silent, arousal and need growing more palpable with each passing second. Stepping out first I help her out after me.
“Come here, beautiful.” Spinning her and pulling her back to my front, I wrap one arm around the front of her neck gently while my other bands around her breasts. Her hard nipples dance across my arm and my dick starts to harden again. I love her breasts, I always thought big tits were sexy, but her natural small ones fit my hands perfectly making her my feminine little woman. She turns her head and kisses where her lips can reach on the edge of my jaw. I walk us toward the bed foregoing towels. She looks way most natural in nothing but drops of water.
I stop at the side of the bed. Turning in my arms she looks up at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do next. I want to taste my girl, have her sweet cherry taste on my tongue.
Lifting her up with my two hands on her ass I set her in the middle of the bed then kiss her softly. Nudging her cheek with my chin I whisper against her ear, “Lie back, spread those tiny thighs.” I stay where I am, the side of our faces less than an inch apart, until I feel the air move between us as she nods yes. I grab the pillow and ease it under her bed of damp hair so she can watch me make love to her with my mouth.
I watch her as she watches my slow descend on her. With the first swipe of my tongue on her slit, we both release cries, my growl matching her moan. I love tasting my woman, her scent will mark my face where I’ll taste and smell her for hours. Her eyes slide open again while I circle my tongue around her entrance, letting my tongue plunge in every few sweeps. She’s still unbelievably tight and I don’t understand how I can pound my monster cock into her snug pussy and it still be so tight—like a virgin.
“Kingston, that feels so good.” I smirk cockily. Rewarding her compliment, I bite her clit ever so lightly. Shooting up from the bed she screams into the air, gripping the sh
eets before lying back down again. Her chest rises and falls, her moans whispering in the quiet room, but I want her to be on a never-ending loop of screams.
I pull her up in the air by her hips so her entire body except her shoulders leaves the bed. “Grab the pillow and put it under your shoulders baby, if this starts to hurt tell me and I’ll stop.”
“Yes, I trust you.” She finishes positioning the pillow under her shoulders while I still have her hips in my hands. Lifting her ass and hips from the bed completely, I use my strength and pull her pussy to my face.
“Ahh,” she shouts then giggles. She’s fucking perfect. “What are you—ohhh.” I bring her bare pussy to my mouth and latch on, putting as much of her silky sweetness in my mouth as I can.
“Oh, baby! Yes!!” Her moans fuel me on.
I point my tongue and lap hard circles on her clit, my thumbs digging into her hip bones, I feel her trying to crawl away from me, trying to escape the heightened amount of pleasure I’m giving her. I can tell she’s getting close, her taste becoming more potent, her juices coming out in waves. It’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced, partly because it’s her—my girl.
“I’m gonna come, oh...oh...Kings!” Flooding my mouth with her orgasm, I feel her center clenching tightly, releasing and tightening over and over on my stiffened tongue. I lick every drop from her pulsating center before I place her gently on the bed hard and ready to go again.
I stand from the bed licking her arousal clean from my lips. I want to fucking bottle that taste and drink it whenever I miss my mate.
“That was incredible.” She breaths heavily sitting up and climbing on her knees toward the edge of the bed in front of me. Lana plays with my abs, scratching them, before moving to my pecs and kneading the hard muscles.
“I’m nowhere near done, baby.”
“How do you want to do this?” She tucks her short hair behind her ear giving me her curious little smirk.