“Isn’t it obvious, woman? I’m trying to get you naked!”
“Here? In the kitchen?”
Derrick shrugged. “We’ve got the house to ourselves. I figured this is about as good a place as any.”
He pulled the string that held up Vivian’s pants and gave a tug. They slid down to her hips and he didn’t hesitate to take advantage. Pulling her against him, he reached inside to palm the luscious behind that had attracted him in the first place … over twenty years ago. Vivian moaned and offered up her mouth for a kiss. Derrick took the cue and licked her thick lips before pressing his mouth against hers and using his tongue to force an opening. She quickly complied, lazily placing one arm around his neck while the other moved across his back, down his arm, and settled dangerously close to the family jewels. He broke the kiss long enough to push Vivian’s pants down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, relieving herself of her top as she did so. Her nipples were hard and at full attention, something that Derrick immediately acknowledged with his tongue. He sucked the nub into his mouth before circling her areola with agonizing precision. Not wanting the other nipple to feel ignored, he lightly ran his thumb back and forth, over and again, while he plundered Vivian’s mouth like a ravenous carnivore in a gourmet meat shop. And once again … .he broke the kiss. This time it was to lay Vivian’s soft, hot body on top of the cool, hard granite of the kitchen island. She hardly felt the rock, so caught up was she in the fact that Derrick had placed her legs over his shoulders and had lowered his head to “acknowledge” another set of lips. Their moans mingled as his sure, stiff tongue parted her folds and lapped her nectar. Slow and easy. Fast and light. He parted her legs wider still and went deeper, licking, nibbling, sucking, driving her crazy. The light fuzz from his rapidly growing hair tickled the inside of Vivian’s thighs and added to the sensation of feelings. She grabbed his head and pressed him into her, even as her own head was thrown back in ecstasy, all thoughts gone except for those of the man she loved and what he was doing to her. Right. Now.
“Oh! Baby I’m…” Vivian’s words faded as a frenetic energy spiraled within her core, causing her legs to shake and her toes to curl. “Ahhhhhhh!” The orgasm was prolonged and intense, so much so that she didn’t even realize Derrick had stepped away and shed his clothes until he came back, lifted her off the island and marched them to the dining room that had been filled to capacity just hours ago.
“Stay on your knees,” he whispered, as he gingerly sat Vivian down on a large corner chair. Before she could protest or question he was inside her, nine inches of thick dickalicious slamming into her core. Vivian grabbed the chair and tossed back her hair, giving as good as she got, grinding herself against him, trying to love the man she’d almost lost with every fiber of her being. He reached around and slid a finger along her wet folds, massaging her nub as he pounded her insides. “So good,” he whispered, kissing the back of her neck, now sweaty from their feverish ride. “So. Good.” He slowed down, pulled out, and then slid back in one inch at a time.
“Um…”
He did it again.
“Derrick, please.”
He chuckled, pulling all the way out yet again. “What?”
“You know what?!” Vivian hissed, reaching back to find and then force him back inside her.
He ran his dick across her cheeks and along her crease. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
“Yes,” Vivian replied, pushing herself against him. “Give it to me, baby. I want it hard. I want it all.”
Derrick lifted her off the chair and sat down. “Then come and get it.” He spread his strong legs, and what Vivian wanted between said strong legs waved a strong and hearty greeting. Wasting no time, she straddled Derrick and the chair and eased herself down on the blessing that God had created and then called good. It sure is. She looked deep into Derrick’s eyes as she rode him, slowly … methodically … as if they had all the time in the world. Derrick let her take the lead. For a while. Until he too wanted it hard, and wanted it all. Then he grabbed her hips and led the dance as Vivian jumped and Derrick pumped with the kind of sexual healing that Marvin spoke about. As Derrick increased the rhythm, Vivian felt another explosion building, this one seeming to start at the balls of her feet and shooting through the roots of her hair. They came together, Derrick pushing in as deep as he could and Vivian holding him just as tight with her inner walls as the arms that were around his neck. It was an amazing moment, as if they saw stars and heard trumpets. In the midst of their sex-induced haze, both knew they’d heard something. Was it their own heartbeats? The scraping of the chair against the floor? Or was it …
“Derrick? Vivian?”
No! Vivian’s eyes widened.
Crap! Derrick’s eyes closed.
She jumped off his lap and Derrick was hot on her tail. They ran into the kitchen and scooped up their scattered clothing as the footsteps of Vivian’s parents, Mrs. and Mrs. Victor Stanford, came closer. With time running out and options limited, preacher extraordinaire Derrick Montgomery and Sanctity of Sisterhood founder and flawless first lady Vivian Montgomery did what any upstanding, fearless couple would do when faced with the prospect of parents finding them naked. They ducked into the pantry!
“I thought you said they were going to the movies,” Derrick hissed.
“That’s what they told me,” Vivian retorted, trying without much success to put on thongs in the dark. Her foot got caught in the string, causing her to hop on one leg. She stumbled into Derrick, who in throwing up his arm to catch her, knocked a slew of canned goods off the shelf.
“Vivian! Derrick! Is that you?” Vivian’s mother’s voice was closer. Too close. It sounded like she was in the kitchen.
“Shh, don’t answer,” Derrick whispered against her ear.
“You think?” was Vivian’s sarcastic retort.
Then, into the silence a snicker. Followed by another.
“Stop laughing,” Vivian warned her husband, even as her own lips curled into a grin. “I mean it, you’ll make me laugh out loud.”
“Okay,” Derrick said, though his whole body was now shaking with the force of his mirth.
“Stop it,” Vivian admonished, but soon she was holding her hand over her mouth to keep from busting out laughing and blowing their cover while Derrick’s amusement sent him to his knees.
“Where are they?” Vivian heard her father ask.
“I thought they were in here,” her mother replied. “I heard a noise, some type of rumbling or something.”
“You’re always hearing something,” her father said. “You’re one of the scariest women I know. They’re probably upstairs, in bed. Where we should be. Come on, let’s go.”
“All right, dear.”
Derrick and Vivian held their breath and waited as the sound of voices and footsteps receded into the distance. After about five minutes, Derrick peeked his head out of the pantry. When it seemed the coast was clear, he reached back for Vivian’s hand and, like errant teenagers on a forbidden date, they sneaked into their own bedroom in their own house where they proceeded to laugh and make love and laugh again … until the wee hours of the morning.
“Why are you trippin’? Just go in there and pee on that thing. How hard can that be?!” An exasperated Kelvin plopped down on the bed.
“But what if it comes back positive?” Princess asked, her voiced filled with trepidation.
“Then you’re pregnant,” Kelvin deadpanned.
“But what if it comes back negative?”
“And this from a NYT bestselling author who graduated from UCLA. Are you serious?”
“I’m scared, Kelvin.”
“What’s there to be scared of?”
“I don’t know.”
But in reality, Princess knew exactly why this situation had her so freaked out. Ever since she’d missed her period, she’d thought that she was pregnant. When she’d almost cursed Joni out for a simple, innocuous comment made in jest, she was almost sure of it
. And while Princess would be happy and proud to carry Kelvin’s child, the very thought of doing so conjured up memories of another time. Another pregnancy test. And another child.
“I do know,” Princess acknowledged, walking over to join Kelvin on the bed. “I’m remembering the last time I did this, that Christmas we spent with your family in Germany. Remember?” Kelvin slowly nodded, avoiding her eyes. “I was so afraid then, just like now, and your mother helped me through it. She could relate, you know, and calmed me down. It helped having her there.”
Kelvin sat up and took Princess’s small hand in his much larger one. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you then, Princess. Not like I should have been. We were both young, didn’t know nothing. The scouts were hounding me.” Chicks were trippin’ and everywhere I turned. “So much was going on. I wish I hadn’t talked you into having an abortion.”
“I didn’t think I wanted it either, Kelvin. I had no idea how much you could miss something that you never really had.”
“So it’s cool then, a’ight? If you’re pregnant, then we’ll celebrate. If you’re not, then we’ll keep practicing. Every day.” Princess smiled. “All day.”
“Shut up …”
“I’m serious. I’m about ready for a mini-me.”
“Or mini-me!”
“Naw, I’m not ready to fight off the young bloods. Give me a hardhead so I can show him the ropes.”
Princess scooted off the bed. “Whatever.” She walked to the en suite master bath and turned before she entered. “Come with me?”
Kelvin rose from the bed and met her at the door. “Come on, girl. I should know by now that you can’t do nothing without me.” He dodged the hit aimed at his shoulder and leaned back on the vanity. “Go ahead and do it.”
Princess sat down. “I can’t pee!”
“Girl, come on now.”
“Really,” Princess said, with a laugh. “I just used the bathroom. Nothing will come out.”
“Hold on, let me go get you some water. I’m going to pour it down your throat until you pee.”
This made Princess laugh so hard that a small trickle finally eased itself onto the wand. “The directions say to wait two minutes,” she said, holding the long white stick in her hand.
“Then how do you know?”
“If it has …” Her voice faded as she looked at the small circle showing the results. “Two pink stripes—that means I’m pregnant.”
Kelvin looked over her shoulder and came face to face with two bold pink stripes.
“You’re pregnant?”
Princess nodded, as her eyes filled with tears.
Kelvin picked her up, kissing her all over as he walked them back into the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and then joined her. “My baby’s pregnant with my baby,” he murmured, before kissing her deeply, thoroughly and again. “I’m getting ready to have a son.”
“Or daughter.”
“It will be ours,” Kelvin replied, snuggling her body against his. “That’s all that matters.”
During her first ultrasound, Princess and Kelvin found out that they were both right. They were pregnant with twins: a boy and a girl. It was yet another masterful intervention. Of the divine kind.
A READING GROUP GUIDE
DIVINE INTERVENTION
Lutishia Lovely
ABOUT THIS GUIDE
The suggested questions that follow
are included to enhance your group’s
reading of this book.
Discussion Questions
1. Regarding the tug-of-war for Princess Brook, who were you rooting for, Rafael or Kelvin? Why?
2. Kelvin seems to be making a genuine effort to stop being a womanizer. Do you think it’s possible for a professional athlete to be monogamous and remain faithful to their significant other?
3. Rafael develops an unexpected friendship with Kiki Minor, someone who befriended Princess and then invited herself to be a part of Princess’s wedding. Thoughts?
4. It’s ironic that both Princess and Kiki end up in the same situation at the same time. Princess alluded to the four of them—her, Kelvin, Kiki, and Rafael—being friends. Do you think this is possible?
5. Tai knew that her daughter still held deep feelings for Kelvin. Should she have done more to talk Princess out of marrying Rafael?
6. Regarding the tug-of-war for Princess’s grandmother, Mama Max, who were you rooting for, Obadiah or Henry? Why?
7. We finally learned what caused Mama Max’s aversion to sex. Did her nonparticipation in this marital act justify Obadiah’s affair? Why or why not?
8. In most of this book’s romantic entanglements, sex plays a major role. How important do you think sex is to a relationship? What other qualities are equally important?
9. In some instances, drastic measures were taken to show love and loyalty. Have you ever done something drastic to get the attention of a love interest? To prove your love? To get revenge?
10. After discovering Derrick’s illness, the Montgomerys’ faith was sorely tested. What challenges in your life have tested your belief in what God can do?
11. For King Brook, Charmaine Freeman was an instant temptation. Have you ever been tempted? If so, by what, and what did you do about it?
12. Were you surprised with Tai’s reaction to what occurred on the island? Do you think this action was justified? Can you ever think of an instance where her actions wouldn’t be okay?
13. How did you feel about what eventually happened to Charmaine? Was that divine intervention, an extremely unfortunately incident, or both?
14. Charmaine’s father, Minister Freeman, seemed to not only approve of her relationship with a married man, King, but endorse it. What are your thoughts on this?
15. It’s interesting that King and his father found themselves in the same place, at the same time. Has there ever been an instance in your life where you’ve told your child or someone else to “do as I say, not as I do”? What happened?
16. Despite all that had happened, Mama Max forgave Obadiah. Is there someone in your life who you need to forgive? Is there someone from whom you need to ask forgiveness?
17. Despite appearing completely healthy, Derrick faced a serious issue. When is the last time you’ve had a complete, head-to-toe checkup? If it’s been more than a year, make that appointment now! Please and thank you!
18. In the front of this book, I shared with you my first conscious experience with divine intervention. Share one (or more) times in your life when a miracle occurred.
Up next in the Hallelujah Love series….
The members of Kingdom Citizens Christian Center believe in sharing the spirit of love and generosity to others. Even so, they can’t seem to follow the ten commandments, a fact that suggests it just might be time to add another rule….
The Eleventh Commandment
Coming in March 2013 from Dafina Books
Here’s an excerpt from The Eleventh Commandment….
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Friendships and Fatherhood
“Ooh, yeah, just like that, just like that!” Frieda Moore-Livingston cooed as expert hands moved up and down her bare back, across her shoulders and back down … kneading, rubbing, before coming to that sensitive dimpled spot just above her juicy assets. “That … feels … so … good.” Oohs and aahs surrounded each word that oozed from her lips. Strong, lean fingers continued down her thighs, paying special attention to the calves and feet before coming back the way they’d come, lingering at the small of her back, switching to feather-light strokes as they splayed across her shoulders and along the nape of her neck. Frieda felt as though she’d have an orgasm right on the spot. It had taken her awhile to understand the hype. But now she was a true believer: there was nothing better than an afternoon massage.
“We’re done, pretty lady.” Tyson, the masseur to the stars and to those with star quality (translated, plenty of cash), tapped Frieda lightly on the shoulder to signal the end of their session. “See you next we
ek?”
“Of course, baby,” Frieda said, turning over and getting off the table, shamelessly letting the towel fall on the floor. More than once Tyson had suggested she wait until he leave to begin dressing but Frieda had other plans. Often, she’d wondered how it would be to have other body parts massaged during these sessions, but so far her not-too-subtle hints had only been met with a patient smile. The first assumption had been that he was gay. After all, who would turn down what Frieda called “pussy on a platter?” But her friend Stacy’s baby daddy, Darius, had told her that Tyson didn’t get down in that club and since the platinum selling R&B singing sensation was patently homosexual and very much a part of that world, Frieda thought that he would know. If not for the fact that she was now headed to a thick link of sausage not far from her old stomping grounds, she might have been insulted. As it was, she simply laughed as Tyson quickly averted his eyes and left the room.
Moments later, Frieda clicked the locks on her shiny new Lexus LX and slid inside. Ever since she’d purchased the pearl wonder with light tan seats, she’d given to wearing outfits and/or accessories in the same color, often finished off with Louboutin pumps and pearl-colored Gucci shades. Frieda’s picture could have appeared next to the word materialistic, but she didn’t mind. She’d learned that in L.A. image was everything. She had faked it until she made it and snagged a doctor in the process. Thinking of Gabriel, the hardworking husband and sponsor of the designer duds she wore, caused a tiny tinge of guilt as she turned down Martin Luther King Boulevard and headed toward where she used to live. Passing row after row of modest apartments much like the one she’d rented upon arrival from Kansas City, she reflected on her journey from then till now, and how far she’d come in less than five years. When she’d left the Midwest and a drug-slinging boyfriend to join her cousin and best friend, Hope Taylor, in the City of Angels, all she’d hoped for was a good time. And now here she was a wife and mother, living in a tony Westside neighborhood amid five-thousand square feet of luxury, a bank account courtesy of her husband that never boasted less than five figures, credit cards with no limits, a chef, a maid, and a nanny/housekeeper. Sometimes she had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. And sometimes she had to do what she was doing now … go slumming for something that money couldn’t buy. A thick piece of sausage.
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