“I hate you!” She screamed at the door, “Stay away from me!”
A torrent of tears crashed over her as her body shook as she sobbed. Vessa didn’t return to the party.
Four pairs of eyes watched as Lynwood returned to the party, heading straight to the bar. Ron joined him. He looked at Lynwood. His shirt hung outside his pants, it had no button, and the sleeve was hanging off his shoulder. He had a bright hickey on his neck, and it looked as if he had blood trails on the back of his light shirt that was pressed to his back, and breathing as if he had just run a marathon. Ron had to keep himself from laughing.
“What happen to you?” Ron asked, trying to conceal his smile, he knew what happen. Vessa is what happened.
Lynwood swallowed his drink. Ron looked over at Lynwood’s parents, his father was laughing hysterically, and his mother was shaking her head with a smile on her face. Lynwood didn’t realize what he looked like, or he just didn’t care.
“Where’s Vessa?” Ron asked, trying to disguise his smile. Lynwood looked at him, as if he wanted to strangle him.
“I’m going home,” he announced, “Where’s Jenna?”
“Left with Tyson,” Ron informed him.
Lynwood left him, Ron laughed loudly. He went to tell his parents, he was leaving.
They were sitting in lounge chairs. His father looked at him; he had finally gotten himself together.
“Mom, Dad, I’m going home,” he told them.
“You okay Son,” his father asked, “Something seems to be wrong with your shirt.” Lynwood looked down at his shirt. He forgot Vessa ripped it.
“Goodnight Mom and Dad.” Leaving them laughing.
“What a great party,” his father said laughing.
Edie went upstairs to check on Vessa. She eased open the door. Her suit lay on the floor and her cover up ripped in half. Vessa was fast asleep. Edie turned off the light and smiled.
Vessa came down late for breakfast. “Morning,” she said lifting Marty and sat down. “Good morning precious” she said to her son.
“Hungry Sweetie?” Edie asked.
“Starved,” she said sitting Marty on her lap.
Edie and Martin’s brows rose. Wondering if Vessa look in the mirror this morning? She had a bright hickey on her neck and chest. They smiled.
Lynwood was standing in the doorway. Marty saw him and reached for him.
“Good morning,” he greeted taking his son from Vessa.
“Vessa,” he said.
“Lynwood.” Lynwood also had hickeys on his neck.
“How’s my boy this morning,” Lynwood said smiling taking a seat in the vacant seat beside her. Vessa smiled watching as Lynwood played with his son. Marty reached for her, she leaned toward him. She kissed his hands. Edie and Martin quietly watched the volatile couple.
“You okay?” Lynwood asked.
“You?” She countered.
“You hate me?” He asked sheepishly.
“You know I do.” Vessa confirmed.
One corner of Lynwood shapely mouth went up, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Vessa lowered her head to keep from smiling. Marty pulled her hair Vessa grabbed his little hand.
“Your Mother likes that,” Lynwood whispered impishly. Vessa laughed and than Lynwood.
They turned to see his parents looking at them strangely. They stopped laughing and went to the opposite side of the table.
Chapter 12
Vessa was due to fly out of Atlanta in the morning. She lay in her bed tossing and turning trying unsuccessfully to push the thoughts of Lynwood out of her head. She had to get over him. She could not go through life pining after him. She pushed the covers aside, slipped from the bed and dressed. She was going to be rid of Lynwood Holland for the last time. She pulled into his driveway, wondering if it was a mistake to come here. No, she decided, this had to be done.
Vessa stood at his door and knocked. The door opened.
“Are you alright?” Lynwood asks concerned.
“Are you alone?” She countered.
“Of course, I’m alone, what else would I be?” Lynwood said with indignation.
“I don’t know anymore, Lynwood,” she said walking around him. He closed the door.
“What is it Vessa?” She turned to face him.
“It's simple Lynwood; I want to be rid of you once and for all. It took every bit of my courage to come here. If you send me away, then I’ll know it is over, if not, then I need to exorcize you from my soul.”
“Do you really want to be rid of me that badly?”
“Yes, because my life won’t go forward as long as I desire you Lynwood. Please put me out of my misery Lynwood, free me of this love I have for you,” she implored to him.
“I love you every time I touch you Vessa,” Lynwood declared arrogantly.
“No Lynwood, that’s lust, and its okay, you’ve already made up your mind you can’t love me, what I need to know is if I can’t love you anymore. I need to know so I can get you out of my system, so I could possibly love again.”
“What if I refused to let you go?” He opposed.
“Then I know you truly don’t love me, because you are allowing me to suffer with my addiction of you.”
He pulled her into his arms silencing her with his lips. She pulled away.
“Allow me to forget you, so maybe I could have someone to replace you, someone else in my life to think about other than you.”
Lynwood tensed. “I’ve never wanted a woman as I've wanted you, but I promise you for the rest of your life, I’m the only lover you’ll ever have; the only man you’ll ever want.” Lynwood pulled her roughly in his arms. “Is it so bad Vessa?”
“Yes Lynwood it is, every time I see you, it’s the same old heartache,” Vessa said sadly.
The more she talked the angrier he became. He took her by the hand and pulled her to his bedroom pulling her into his arms. His lips hovered above hers.
“You’ll never stop wanting me Vessa that I promise you,” taking her mouth hungrily.
He removed her clothing, his lips kissing every inch of her body while standing before him. She pushed him to the bed. He was nude underneath his robe and still damp from his shower and semi hard.
She lowered to her knees, snatching his robe apart, taking him in her gentle stroking hands. Her head lowered, kissing the tip of his manhood curling her tongue around him, while her hand stroked him. Lynwood groaned when her mouth closed over on him. Slowly she loved him with her mouth, enticing him enough to make him explode.
“Vessa, no!” Lynwood ground out. She raised her head and looked at him.
“Shut up Lynwood, you want this!” She declared arrogantly. Her mouth closed on him again, he leaned up on his elbows watching her as his breath seized. Her mouth ran up and down the length of his manhood slowly savoring the taste of him gently pulling on the crown and then lowering her mouth down, almost to the base of him. His hands tangled in her hair moaning loudly. Damn it, he won’t let her go, he can’t. She was part of him.
“Vessa, please, you have to stop,” he moaned, and pulled her from her knees to lay full length of his body his face inches from his.
“What are you doing to me, Vessa?”
“Trying to get enough of you, trying to rid myself of you permanently.” She opened her legs and let his hardness sink deep into her. Lynwood tensed; losing control on his anger. Permanently, like hell, he thought. When he is done with her, she will never want to leave him.
Lynwood began to move inside her, his hand on her hips lifting and lowering her slowly on him.
“Kiss me,” she moaned.
Lynwood caught her lower lip between his teeth, she flinch; he tasted her blood and savored it before he covered her mouth with his. When he felt her on the verge of falling apart, he pulled himself from her rolling her to her back. Breathless and panting, she looked at him surprised. Her wall contracting without him inside her.
“Lynwood,” she said gasping.
“Are you coming,” he asked her against her lips.
“Yes,” she sighed.
He entered her slowly pushing every inch of him in her. She moaned and moved beneath him, rotating her hips against his.
“Mm... yes Lynwood,” she purred and closed her eyes. He pulled out, flipping to his back pulling her with him. She didn’t want to lose this orgasm; she fought to lower her pulsating body down on him. He held her hips hovering above his manhood. Vessa stared him with confusion in her passion-filled eyes.
“That’s how it will feel Vessa if you leave me, you’ll never be satisfied.”
She was panting, “What are you doing?” She groaned.
“You wanted this,” he told her. He lowered her just so the head of him was inside her.
“Please,” she breathed. He sank her body down on him.
“I can’t let you leave me Vessa, isn’t it enough I want you, I desire you.”
“But no love Lynwood,” she murmured sinking on his heated flesh.
She bit his chest a little hard, causing him to flinch, licking the wound then repeating the sensation. Lynwood found strangely erotic. Her legs straightened, and placed her hands on his shoulders for advantage. Lynwood frowned. This was familiar. She started sliding her prone body up and down on him, her firm breast rubbing his chest. A sensation starting a fire deep inside him. She was in control, and he was powerless when she did this to him and knew it. She took his bottom lip between her teeth; opening her mouth taking his tongue sucking it, while wildly riding him. Lynwood pulled away to look at her.
"Vessa,” he moaned, “No!”
“Yes,” she said, huskily.
“You can’t get control,” he groaned, “I won’t allow it.”
Lynwood moaned. Each strove for control. His fingers enter her from behind, Vessa almost screamed. She rose up smirking at him. She knew he was losing control, and she was not done with Lynwood yet. She reached behind her and stroked his testicles with her fingers, gently, softly and slowly while rising up and down on him.
“Damn you Vessa,” he moaned.
He couldn’t stop her; he loved when she drove him to the brink of madness with her hands and body. He grabbed her arms from behind entwining his finger through her.
“You're inside me, I can never let you go,” he growled.
“Yes you will, after tonight I will let you go.”
He rolled them sideways, still inside her. He held her hips to prevent from moving. She couldn’t move. Lynwood moved in and out of her slowly. Vessa tossed her head and moaned loudly.
“Lynwood!” Vessa cried out throbbing and flooding him with hot wetness around his manhood. She was in ecstasy right on the edge of completion.
“Tell me, you love me!” He demanded pumping into her.
Never again Lynwood.”
She was there; right there, one more moved, and she would explode. He pulled from her.
Vessa screamed her frustration. Lynwood flipped her to her stomach and lay on her. Vessa began to struggle.
“Stop this, I don’t want this anymore.”
“Yes you do,” he murmured in her ear while entering her overly wet body stroking her.
“Tell me,” he whispered, his tongue sketching her delicate ear.
“I don’t love you,” she forced from her throat.
“Liar," he growled increasing momentum in his stroke.
She pressed her face into the bed to prevent herself from screaming out. He stroked her into a frenzy, she was lost to what he was doing to her; she was coming apart.
“That’s it Vessa, give me all of it; you hear me, you’ll never leave me, I can’t be without you, do you understand me Vessa!” He whispered brusquely.
“I hate you Lynwood!”
“Maybe, but your body loves me,” he chuckled coldly.
Her orgasm had taken control of all thoughts. He pulled out of her flipping her to her back; she lay withering without him inside her.
“Damn you, I need you, now!” She screamed, “Why are you doing this to me!”
His face was close so she would hear his every word.
“You’ll never stop wanting me, I hold the key to you, and no one will ever be able to satisfy you!”
He slipped his hands under her butt lifting her upward entering her deeply, holding her hips so she couldn’t move. He drove deep inside enjoying her torment. She was in agony. She needed release. He tried to kiss her; she turned her head.
“Give me release Lynwood!” She said panting. “I hate you for this!” She moaned moving against him.
“Let me go!” She demanded.
“Tell me!” He demanded.
“Never again!” She countered.
“Tell me damn it, you still love me,” he hissed.
“Let me go so I can move, I can’t take this anymore!”
He let her go, her arms wrapped around his neck wildly beneath him. She moved in a way he never felt before. Her body grinding and rocking against him in a way he had never experienced. She was angry and lost to him. His heart begin to race in his chest, he had to take control back. My God, he thought, she pulling it from me. He had to change strategy.
“Yes, that's right baby, fight for it, take what you so desperately need, what no other man can give you,” he whispered. He looked at her; she was frantic with her need for release.
“Tell me that you love me Vessa!” He demanded harshly. She was ready; she grabbed his face between her hands and looked straight into his eyes.
“I love you!” She cried grinding her lips on his.
He felt her body give into the furor, feeling the ecstasy he knew existed within her. He could not hold out any longer. He leaned up on his hands; his head fell back, roaring his climax. Tears glistened in her hazel eyes. “I hate you more!” She pushed him from her leaving the bed.
“Vessa,” Lynwood called breathing hard. Weakened he rolled from the bed anyway. He found her in the shower scrubbing her body.
“Vessa,” he called.
“Stay away from me Lynwood!” She yelled. She sank to the shower floor with her knees pulled into her chest. He went to her. She looked up at him.
“Why would you be this cruel, why would you treat me this way?”
“I gave you what you asked for!” He stated cruelly.
“I wanted you to make love to me, not torture me!” She yelled.
“I didn’t torture you Vessa, you responded and loved everything I did to you,” he said turning his back. “I won’t free you Vessa, you're mine!” He yelled his voice heavy with anger.
“Then why can’t you love me, Lynwood; what has happened to you that scared you so badly.”
He came to Vessa helping her from the floor of the shower turning off the water.
“I can’t love you, I can’t risk being...,” He said defeated.
“What Lynwood?” She asked softly. Then the answer hit her...
“You’ve been hurt. Someone hurt you,” she accused staring at him. Lynwood dropped his hand turning away.
“You would do this to me knowing how it feels?” She asked incredulously. “You don’t love me.” Vessa pushed passed him. He captured her arm pulling her to him.
“Vessa,” he said softly.
Vessa looked at him. She could see it in his eyes. Who ever hurt him killed any love he could give her. She felt his pain, knowing how he suffered, because now she was suffering the same hurt.
“My God Baby,” she said leading him back to bed. She climbed on him. She kissed his chest and went lower; bring him to the brink of fulfillment.
She rose kissing him. She caressed his face gazing at him tenderly, and seeing for the first time the vulnerability, he tried so hard to conceal. She understood now, he could not love her; he will not allow himself to. The realization was staggering.
“Vessa,” he moaned. She lowered her body on his. She reached behind him and stroked him, rode him and loved him. Lynwood stared at her awed.
There was no doubt in Lynwood min
d that this woman loved him, he knew it, why could he not love her, why? She was his son’s mother. The love she was exhibiting to him at this exact moment was overwhelming. Just when he thought he was ready to come, she lay prone on him changing the sensation to a new and powerful one by sliding up and down on him, until she pulled his soul from him. He lay with his eyes closed savoring the love she made to him. His eyes opened slowly, meeting her eye.
“You didn’t climax,” he accused.
“No,” she said sadly, “I can’t."
"Let me…”
“I can’t,” she repeated her voice defeated and hurt.
She gently caressed his face. "Lynwood, I love you, I will always love you, you were right, no man will ever compare to you,” she said her heart breaking with each word. She rolled from him dressed leaving him.
“Vessa!” He called. Then he heard the door shut.
The Vegas Venture went smoothly, and the boutique’s launch was a tremendous success. Vessa returned to Atlanta to pick up Marty, praying she didn’t see Lynwood. She wasn’t sure she could face him knowing he had gone through heartbreak and understood what she was going through because of him. Yet, he still wanted her, she knew that, but still not her heart she was so willing to give; that hurt the more than anything he’s ever done.
As agreed Lynwood continued to see his son every two weeks, and Vessa focused on business. Edie worried about her, it seemed all she did was work. The grandparents, Ron and Izzy and of course Lynwood were coming to New Jersey for a small family gathering. She looked forward to having her new family at her home although she wondered how she and Lynwood would get along with everyone together. She was strong and knew she had to endure the visit.
Vessa was sitting on a blanket with the baby by the pool at her home, chattering happily when Lynwood arrived.
“Dada!” Marty cried reaching up to his father. “Hey son.” Smiling Lynwood bent to pick him up.
Vessa rose. Lynwood sat the wiggling Marty down on the blanket; his eyes steadily fixed his on Vessa.
He looked tired and drained, Vessa thought. He has even lost weight.
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