Jeremy’s eyes widen as I kiss his cheeks then inch my way down his magnificent body. I kiss the stubble grown over his jaw, his large Adam’s apple, and down to his chest. My lips move farther and farther down his defined, hard chest.
When I graze my lips over to his nipple and clamp my teeth down, he jerks slightly and a sexy, low growl breaks from his lips. I can feel his hand in my hair as he pulls my head back. His eyes are hooded and alive with lust. All I do is smile then finish traveling down his body.
I come to the V cut of his abdomen and kiss and lick every line until I’m at the waistband of his boxers. I place my body between his legs and pull them down as Jeremy raises his hips, assisting me with removing his shorts. I toss them on the floor then my eyes focus on the girth resting against his body.
He is large, hard, and waiting for my mouth. I get the courage to encase my hand around his iron hard dick sheathed in his satin soft skin. I run my hand up slowly, studying every contour it possesses. After three slow, deliberate strokes, a pearl of come appears on the tip. I run my finger over the head of his cock and caress it between the pads of my finger. Then I put my finger in my mouth and taste Jeremy, watching his powerful gaze pierce me. I simply wink at him and put all my focus and attention on sucking his dick.
I start to stroke it a couple of times, then I slide his large manhood into my mouth. I hold it here, getting used to the size, before I begin to move it in and out of my mouth. My fist is clamped at the base of his dick, and as I move my head up and down, my hand works in unison. With my movements are slow and deliberate, I can feel Jeremy’s hand in my hair, clasping the strands, guiding my head just how he wants it. Originally, I’ve had this plan to control Jeremy in bed, but I can see that will be impossible. He will always want to control me here, and I’m okay with it. I will happily ride this journey with the man I love at the helm.
I move my mouth and fist together as I pick up speed and take him as deeply as I can. His hips start to flex, his breathing becomes labored, and I know Jeremy is about to come. This only causes me to move quicker as I suck his cock in my mouth. Then he releases a deep, rasping moan as my mouth fills with his fluid. I keep pumping him up and down until the noise from his lips fades and the sensation ceases. I’ve never done that before—well, not until the guy comes. It wasn’t too bad. Actually, I rather enjoyed it.
When I sit up and connect my eyes to his, he looks exhausted and overwhelmed with pleasure. I only smile. It was me who brought him to this state of ecstasy.
Jeremy flips me off his body and lays me on my stomach. He lies on top of my back, and I can feel his lips next to my ear. “Now, it’s your turn.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and bites, and the combination pain-and-pleasure sensation hits me straight at my core.
I feel his lips travel down my body. He places kisses on my back, between my shoulder blades, and over the curvature of my spine. The stubble on his face tickles as he brushes his jaw across my skin. He keeps kissing his way down then his lips land on my behind. Jeremy squeezes my flesh in his palms as he caresses and nips. Then his arm wraps around my waist, placing my ass up in the air.
He keeps his lips on the globes of my ass as he continues to kiss and nip while his hands travel to my most sensitive parts, which are aching for him. I can feel his fingers graze over my lips before they enter me. While my ass is raised in the air, he slowly moves his fingers inside of my sex. With each thrust from his fingers, he touches my clit with his thumb, and it doubles the sensation. In and out, in and out; the feeling is growing and building as his fingers expertly work my G-spot.
Then, like a wave crashing against a cliff, I come hard—so much harder than I’ve ever done before. My body is shaking, and I can no longer keep my ass up in the air. I collapse back down on my stomach as I breathe wildly through my orgasm.
Not long after Jeremy lies down beside me and kisses my shoulder, I get the ability to open my eyes again and it’s his turn to smirk. I simply smile back at him and fall fast asleep with the love of my life lying beside me.
It’s amazing watching what I can do to Cami. Not to mention, the blow job she gave me was incredible. I had an extreme orgasm that exhausted me immediately, but as the sun shines in her bedroom, I wake up with the realization I need to get my ass out of her bed before our son wakes up.
Our son. Those are words I’ve never thought I’d get the chance to say. I have a son. I… have a son. The smile breaks free, and today, I’m excited to be the father he deserves. I want to be good. I’m tired of living in my past. I need to break free from the hate and go in search of the good.
I hop from the bed and locate my clothes, dressing quickly, then lean over to Cami. She is beautiful when she sleeps. Actually, she is breathtaking all the time.
This woman is right, we are meant to be in each other’s lives. We have been meant to rescue one another, and I can’t help feeling like there is a God and this is what he has had planned all along.
I lean down and kiss her cheek. She stirs faintly and flutters her eyes slightly. Then her eyes pop open as wide as they can.
“Hunter?” she whispers and sits up in bed.
“Shhhh… it’s early. I’m going to get out of here before he finds me in your bed.” I lean down and kiss her again. She’s got a sad look on her face.
“Where, are you going?”
“I’ve got to go to work. I get in huge trouble if I miss it. Even though I’m working for my brother, he, too, has to comply with the regulations of having a convicted felon on parole working for him.” I start walking toward the window and open up the pane, not wanting Hunter to see me moving through the house; I don’t want my son to meet me for the first time like that.
“If you can get away, there’s somewhere I’d like to take you.”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“No, I’m off for the next two weeks.” She stands from her bed and wraps the sheet over her shoulders, covering her body.
I step to Cami and hold her in my arms. God, she’s so beautiful. I’m one lucky bastard.
“Okay. I don’t know when I’ll be back.” I kiss her lips, dreading what I have to do next. I need to speak to my brother. I don’t expect him to forgive me; I only want him to hear me out. “I promise I will always come back to you, though. I will spend my lifetime coming back to you and Hunter. But I have to finally face my family—all of them. I can’t avoid it anymore.” I kiss her once more then pull her as tight as I can to my body.
“I know. If you need me, I will be there for you,” she whispers into my chest.
“You are the best thing I could have asked for and I will never, ever let you down again.” I let her go and start climbing out of the window. As my feet land on the ground, I turn around to find Cami hanging halfway out the window. Her hair is blowing in the breeze and her skin is gleaming in the sunlight, simply breathtaking.
“Maybe the next time I come over, I can actually use your door.” She only laughs and then kisses the pads of her fingers before holding her hand up in a silent goodbye.
I fall into my Challenger and head to the shop. I am happy and the smile on my face is proof of that.
***
I quickly walk into the shop and find my coveralls hanging on the hook near the office. Jake is sitting in the chair, looking over the appointment book when I catch his eye.
“Long night, brother?” He winks at me then lets out a huge laugh. There he goes again; being a douche bag. It makes me smile.
“Yeah, you could say that,” I reply and think back to the night before. Claiming Cami on the hood of my car as the rain drenched us, finding out I have a son, and finally realizing the kind of life I want to have now that I am free.
“I’ve never seen you smile so stupidly, Jeremy. What’s going on?” Jake moves from behind the desk and stands in front of me.
I only gaze at him, keeping my ridiculous grin plastered on my face. I am happy, and I want to share that. I want to tell my twin brother.
/> “I’m a father.”
Jake’s face lights up and then his eyes widen in surprise. He just stares at me as I stare back at him with my cheesy grin.
I’m going to hold my son, teach him about cars, take him to the park, and make his every dream come true. I will be his protector and councilor. I will be what Reggie was to me when I was young. No matter what he does, I will love him and be there for him.
Jake looks out the door and then peers out into the shop. “So am I.”
“Delilah is pregnant?” I ask and think this day cannot possibly get better.
“Yes, she’s ten weeks, and you know what else? We’re having twins.” A glint of pride streams across his face. I can picture him patting himself on the back.
“Seriously?” I shout with excitement and Jake nods his head. I pull my brother in for a hug and we embrace with our joys. Of all the people who could have multiples, the fact that it’s Jake who’s being strapped with twins makes me laugh.
“You can’t say anything yet. Delilah is not ready to share the news until she hits her second trimester. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore; I had to tell someone. So, how far along is your girl?” Then Jake looks away, pondering in thought, before he connects his eyes back to me. “When the hell did you get a girl? Or did you forget to wrap your shit up?”
“I’ve had my girl for six years and you’ve never met her. She was a part of my other life. But the night before I went to jail, we… Well, you know, and she got knocked up.”
“Holy shit, dude!” Jake leans back against the desk, trying to process my news.
“I know. I have a three-year-old son.”
“Little Mia is going to get a run for her money in the attention department. She’s going to turn into a total brat and Drake will have his hands full.” Jake laughs then looks back to me. I can tell he is hurting and wants all of us to get back together. I want that, too; now more than ever. “You guys need to work your shit out. I’m tired of walking on eggshells around both of you. I vote we set up a ring in the backyard and y’all just beat the shit out of each other. Keep it old school.”
I absolutely cannot fight my brother. I know what’s still present in my body—the rage. It will be unleashed if we start to fight. There is no way of shutting it off when I get into that frame of mind. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I killed him. I’d probably die right along with him.
I only nod to acknowledge Jake then change the subject. I need to distract my mind from fighting my brother. “Are we busy today?”
“Nah, we only have a couple of appointments this morning.” Jake looks back at the book to verify.
“Do you mind if I take the day. I need to get some shit figured out,” I ask.
“Sure, I don’t care.” Jake waves me off so I go upstairs into his apartment.
As I quickly shower, I think about how I need to approach Drake. With so much animosity on his part, I know he’s likely to swing on me. And I can’t let that happen or my own beast will rear his ugly head. I’m confused over how to make things right or at least talk, when it finally occurs to me—Cami. I need Cami with me. If she comes with me to talk to Drake and things get heated, my angel can pull me back from the brink.
I finish my shower, dress, and head back over to Cami’s house, ready to finally own up to my mistakes.
After Jeremy leaves, I get up and take my shower, thinking only of how Jeremy needs to finally mend the pains with Drake, but I’m concerned over how he will do that. I don’t know Drake, but I can’t imagine he is a happy guy after what he’s been through. I’m sure everything that has gone unsettled between the two of them is festering and ready to explode. I am worried how it will all play out, however I need to have faith this will all work. Jeremy will feel better once he gets the weight off of his chest and asks for his forgiveness.
As I’m getting dressed, I have an epiphany—Zoe. She is Drake’s girlfriend, and from the look on her face, I can tell they care for each other very much. Maybe I can get her to help me, and we can finally get them together to iron out their differences. It will be hard, but I will do my best to make sure Jeremy finally has peace with all the wrongs he’s done.
I quickly finish getting dress and dabble on a little bit of make-up. I then look to the clock and see it’s around the time Hunter would be getting up if I were going to work. So I put my plan in motion.
I will take Hunter to daycare, knowing Mia will be there, too. If Zoe can get Drake away from work and to his house, Jeremy can finally speak to him. The plan is simple, yet I’m dealing with a mammoth of a situation. Regardless, I’ve vowed to him I will do what I can to help him through this and I will. I will do anything.
When I walk into Hunter’s room and tap him on the arm, he flutters his eyes open then connects them with mine. He lifts his arms over his head and stretches. “Morning, Mama.” I smile and lean down to kiss his cheek.
“Morning, baby. How’d you sleep last night?”
Hunter gets up from his bed and then walks to his dresser. He finds the frame holding Jeremy’s picture resting on the top of his dresser and holds it in his hand. “I had a dream about my daddy last night. He was out in the rain and wanted to come in.”
My stomach sinks knowing it wasn’t a dream. That really happened—well, all but the wanting to come in part. Jeremy was a little freaked out about that.
After he walks back to his bed and gives me the frame, I hold it in my hand and smile. I can’t wait until Hunter meets his daddy. They will be happy together, but like anything this fragile, their relationship will take time.
I hug Hunter then pick him up in my arms. I don’t mention Jeremy yet; he has to get the problems with Drake squared away before he can dedicate his time to his son. And I’m okay with that.
After breakfast, Hunter and I walk to the bus stop and sit on the bench. Jeremy got a little distracted last night when he was repairing my car. My silly smile etches into my face as I think about what we did in the rain.
I wrap my arm around Hunter and pull him close to me. He rests his head against me and plays with the strings on his backpack.
“Guess what, Mama?” I lean my head on top of his and hold my baby.
“What’s that, love?”
“I made a new friend at school yesterday.”
“You weren’t at school yesterday, buddy, but you made a new friend on Friday?” I ask then can feel him nodding his head yes.
Then he pops up. “Yes! Lance was being mean to me and kicking my bike. He wouldn’t stop.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound like a very nice friend, Hunter.”
“No, Mama, he’s the bad guy. My new friend punched him in the tummy and pushed him away from me. She told me she was my friend.” Hunter’s eyes light up with happiness as he tells me his story, and I can’t help exuding the same reaction. His eyes are so animated when he tells a story. The sight is absolutely adorable.
“Well, what’s your friend’s name?” I ask as I pull him back into me.
“Mia,” he replies and my heart beats wildly. Mia’s a pretty common name, right? He’s probably talking about another little girl named Mia. He could be talking about anyone. However, Hunter enlightens me, “Her last name is the same as mine, too.”
Before I can even respond to his statement, the bus pulls up and we get on. On the short ride to the daycare, I push what Hunter has told me out of my mind, rehearsing what I’ll say to Zoe instead. I hope she’s there. Otherwise, I have no other way of reaching her.
After I drop Hunter off in his room then walk back outside, Zoe’s car pulls into the parking space and she gets out with Mia by her side. They walk up to me and Zoe stops. “Hey, Cami, meet my little Mia.”
Mia extends her hand and I shake it. She is darling with her hair pulled back into a bun and her dazzling honey-brown eyes gleaming back at me. “Hi, lady,” she says then let’s go of my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Mia. My son is Hunter. You helped him on the playground the oth
er day. Do you remember?” I ask her, wanting to confirm it wasn’t a different Mia who helped him.
“Yeah, Lance was being a douche.” I look up to Zoe and see she’s embarrassed.
“Mia, you don’t say douche, remember? It’s a bad word.” Zoe looks at me with an I’m sorry look while I just smile.
“Do I have to put money in the jar?” Mia asks and Zoe nods.
“Yes, if you expect your uncles and aunts to do it, then you need to also.” Zoe is looking stern with Mia, but I can tell she’s very much loved.
“Ugh… okay, hopefully daddy doesn’t be pissed,” Mia says then quickly slaps her hand over her mouth. Zoe puts her hands on her hips and gives a scolding look. “I know… two dollars.”
They walk into the building and disappear around the corner while I stand out front and wait for Zoe. She probably thinks she is going to take me to the hospital today, however I’m steadily pacing as I continue to think of how to approach my idea to her. I’m going to have to convince her to talk to Drake somehow; to make him come home so he and Jeremy can talk. It won’t be good, but it has to be now. Jeremy needs to shed his guilt and rage, and this will be the only way he can do that.
“Sorry about that. Mia spends time with her Uncle Jake a lot and he has a choice vocabulary to say the least. Actually, her Uncle Reggie and Aunt Darcie are just as bad. Drake is not sure how to correct it.”
We walk to her car and I get in on the passenger side. Before I allow her to put the car in reverse, I reach over and grab her hand, preventing her from moving the gear shifter. My stomach is aching and I’m nervous she will tell me to go to hell or that Drake wants nothing to do with Jeremy.
“Zoe, I need to talk to you.”
She turns in her seat and puts her long leg up on the cushion. “Sure, what’s up?”
“Remember when I was telling you about Hunter’s daddy?” She nods. I think for a second about how I’m going to tell her, but I decide to blurt it out instead. “Well, he’s Drake’s brother.”
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