by Belvin, Love
Without a smile, I relented, “Come on in.” I led her to the television room. “I was actually just working on the proposal and made a few notes. I guess we can go over some seeing that you are so earnest in your pursuit.” I didn’t think this was the best idea and didn’t like being hustled, but I couldn’t knock the persistence of budding entrepreneurs. “Have a seat. I’ll go slip on something more appropriate to discuss business,” I informed as I made my way out of the room.
“Or we can discuss anything that calls for your current dress code,” she purred slickly and added a wink.
I shook my head and headed to my room. When I’d returned, I noticed she had fixed herself a glass of brandy and was casually sipping it, quite comfortably nestled in the single sofa chair. This woman was dangerous. My buzz had become an inconvenient truth.
We’d been talking for nearly thirty minutes and as promised, Dawn answered all of my questions satisfactorily. I still had more thinking to do. Unbeknownst to her, I had a second proposal that I was expecting in the next couple of days. Taylor & Bacote Planning and Public Relations Corp. was ahead of the curb because they acted expeditiously.
“You keep nodding and saying, ‘Umm…hmmm’ but not giving much feedback. I’m going insane over here. Give me something!” she trilled in exasperation, gesturing with her hands midair. Her agenda-consumed smile never left her face, which always concerned me. There was something behind her eyes.
“Pokerface, Ms. Talyor. You should develop one,” I murmured before pouring myself another glass.
“That you do so well,” she murmured pensively while fixing her gaze on something towards the floor. She licked her lips before speaking again. “Tell me, Mr. Jacobs, why have you been ignoring my texts and advances?”
Bingo! …though I was slightly confused. I didn’t recall ignoring any texts, I’d never received any from her.
“The advances can’t be ignored, but what texts are we referring to?” My expression was quizzical.
“The ones in Vegas when I invited you to lunch. You never responded.” She looked unusually bashful, causing me to believe she was dead ass serious.
“That’s because I never got them,” I offered, reclining back in my seat, stretching my arms out on either side of me.
“You know lying is such an undesirable trait.” Her eyes were squinted and her voice icy.
“That is true, but I’m being totally honest here. I never received a text from you or Shayna. I am a subscriber of two mobile phone services and have been for nearly fifteen years, I can assure you that I’m a master at keeping up with both. Had you texted me, I would have returned it in due time. My word.” I kept my tone even, though I resented the accusation.
She searched my face for the truth. I had nothing to hide and didn’t want to give her the impression that I was the type of man who gave a shit enough to have to. I wasn’t pursing her, giving me no motive to lie.
“Hmmmmm…okay. I believe you,” she spoke slowly while bending over in her seat to retrieve her glass and took a sip. “The question now is how did it get lost in cyber space? Or did your lady of the week intercept me?”
My eyes shot up while I sipped my brandy. I wasn’t expecting that. This Dawn Taylor is a damn firecracker. I see that I need to switch gears to keep up with her.
I chuckled. “That would be a negative.”
I didn’t feel the need to explain any further, but Rayna would have never touched my phone. She would have to let down her guards long enough to care to play the jealous role. I swear, being involved with her was like fucking a woman, but being emotionally entwined with a man most of the times. She still had a problem with expressing her feelings. Shit, even in the cafeteria there at the rec center when Dawn called me into a private conversation to spite Rayna, Rayna didn’t react with rage as most women I know would have. And while her coolness in that incident worked to my favor, it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to deal with Rayna’s heightened guards when my feelings for her were growing so fucking intensely.
“You sound so confident,” Dawn challenged smoothly while arching an eyebrow. I could tell she was a little nervous by how her fingers toiled with the hem of her dress.
“Because I know her.”
“How well?”
“Why are we asking, Ms. Taylor?” I snapped, becoming a little ill-patient.
With a tone of righteous indignation she spat, “I’m trying to get to know you, Azmir. It’s what someone does when—”
“When?” My tone was pithy as my eyes shot straight to her face.
Who the fuck did she think she was pimping? I had to admit, she was coming strong with her audacity, and that was somewhat appealing, but I wasn’t about to lay down my G for her to pick up and use against me.
My repositioning tactic worked, Dawn was at a loss for words. I needed to gain the reins of this conversation. Rayna wasn’t up for discussion; she was a sensitive part of my private life. If I wasn’t emotionally involved with Rayna, Dawn still wouldn’t be a strong contender; I would have just fucked her right then and discarded the Taylor & Bacote proposal after she left for the night. She needed to be handled properly.
I sat up in my seat, inclined towards the coffee table. “Listen, Dawn, pardon my…apophasis, but if there is something you want to ask me about my personal life, do it with caution. I will answer whatever questions you have no matter what answers I believe you’re looking for, but what we will not do is dance around shit under the guise of small talk. When you’re negotiating potential relationships, it’s best to avow with no filters so that in the end if something go awry, you’re not left with the liability.” A hint of agita was in my tone, but I didn’t give a fuck, she was pushing me to my limits.
There, before me, her eyes filled with some type of emotion and her cerise lips parted. Yeah. Just the way that I liked her, fucking consternated. It took her quite a few seconds to collect herself, that gave me time to pack away my things. It was after twelve thirty in the morning. I didn’t have a lot of time.
“Well, I’ve been told,” she spoke just above a whisper. “Ummmm…I guess I’ll be moving along.”
“Give me a sec and I’ll walk you out.” I tried sorting a few papers.
“No, no need. I think I can find my way to the door.” Dawn had suddenly regained her forcefulness.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snorted as I stood to my feet and rounded the table to lead her out. Behind me, she maintained a steady stride to the door. I could hear her shoes click clack down the corridor and into the foyer. As I grabbed the knob of the door, my mood had started to settle. I don’t know if guilt had hovered in about chewing her out because of my sensitive issues, but whatever it was, I wanted to end her visit on a good note. “I’ll have an answer on the proposal by the week’s end.”
The sound of my voice arrested her tread and her stance settled and softened as she acknowledged my words. She gave a lungful exhale, taking her chin down with it, contemplatively, and immediately brought it back up. Without provocation, she pounced on me, bringing her delicate right hand up to my shoulders and taking the other to pull my head down. Dawn dashed her tongue down my throat with determined force. Her tongue was lithe and the taste of brandy mixed with traces of mint along with her unique flavor turned me on.
Without deliberation, I lowered my head and took her at the small of her back, welcoming her in. Her movements slowed at a rate that told me she had switched from impulsive to cruise control in her audacious move. Her left hand stroked the back of my neck. She was getting comfortable on my person. Not wanting to be overtaken, I flickered my tongue in her mouth seductively, causing her to push out a gut-felt moan. When I let her catch my tongue, she sucked on it and moved her right hand down my abdomen in search for the hem of my T-shirt.
She was aggressive and I’d suddenly come to the realization that that’s what drew me to her. I enjoyed her initiative, her fierce nature. She was out on the prowl for my attention and had been making tha
t damn clear. Any time before the present-day it would not have been an issue for me at all, I’ve been pursued by countless women and regularly, but that was the one thing that I didn’t have with Rayna. Dawn lacked indifference. It felt good to be assured of. Dawn’s hand brushed passed my pelvic area, sending a tingling sensation down to my groin. That fractured my lewd state. If I didn’t stop, I would be fucking her against the foyer wall.
I pushed back. “Dawn, you need to go. We can’t do this. It isn’t possible right now.”
Her eyes were lost on my words. She was hungry. Within the blink of an eye her face crinkled as if reality had finally hit her at the moment.
“Shit,” Dawn panted heavily and with both her hands she rubbed the frustration from her face. “Azmir, I hope I didn’t fuck anything up.” She couldn’t even look me in the face. It was probably for the best.
“Don’t sweat it. It never happened.” I tried to sound as assuring as possible, but I needed convincing, too. I couldn’t believe my lack of restraint. I exhaled while holding my head. “Are you going to be okay getting back to wherever you’re staying?” My voice was involuntarily calm.
“Ummm…yeah…yeah, I-I’ll be fine.” She moved up to catch the handle of the door and took two steps before turning back to me. “I’m sorry for…” She was at a loss for words, something I didn’t think was possible.
I shook my head as a means of telling her that all was cool then I watched her leave. My head was spinning in confusion and self-abasement overtook me as I padded to my room. I didn’t know how I was going to pull off the upcoming Facetime chat with ol’ girl.
I went into the bathroom to splash water on my face, hoping it’d help clear my mind. Hesitantly, I took a furtive glance in the mirror and noticed the red stains of Dawn’s lipstick around my mouth.
Fuck!
My chest tightened. Since Rayna, I’d grown obsessed with traces of lipstick on my body. But only from her lips. The gloss and matte colors that matched her divinely soft skin, not another woman’s.
How the fuck did I get here?
I mulled over that question as I scrubbed my face and brushed my teeth, ridding myself of Dawn’s essence, though I could still smell her. Her fragrance was foreign. I only knew Cool Water. That’s what my heart responded to. Then why in the hell did I slip the way that I did? I contemplated that question as I crept toward the bedroom.
Within minutes, my iPad chirped and my heartbeat raced as a direct result of it. I was feeling fucked up before this moment, but now I’m feeling…paranoid. I knew I couldn’t keep her waiting, so I accepted the call and waited for our connection.
Connecting…
As I read the word, it suddenly took on a new meaning for me. I’d been begging Rayna to connect with me in the most intimate way for months now. And for the most part, she’s been making every effort to do just that. We are making strides, and now…Dawn Taylor. I’ve not suddenly developed feelings for Dawn after kissing her. I’m just experiencing a bout with guilt for indulging her on Rayna’s watch.
Rayna is precious to me, something that I don’t want to fuck up. I have to get a fucking grip on this situation now before it warps into something that will destroy everything that I’ve been building with Rayna and want with her.
My life.
The screen changed, and suddenly I saw a portion of my bedroom—our bedroom—appear. It was the headboard of the bed. Rayna moved the iPad down to the lower end of the bed, giving me a full view of her and then laid lazily on the pillows stacked against it. She appearing relaxed, comfortable and unhurried…unguarded.
Fuck!
Her hair was up in a ponytail and her beautiful face was makeup-free, giving her flawless caramel skin a demure and youthful look. Her lips were nude and plump. Her eyes were heavy and hooded. My girl wanted to fuck around.
Damn!
“Heeeeeeey, Mr. Jacobs,” she murmured lasciviously, before abruptly picking up on my pensive state. “Is everything okay?” She wrinkled her forehead, causing my stomach to twist.
Get it the fuck together or blow it, Jacobs! I took a quiet deep breath, a fortifying tactic.
“Hey, beautiful. I’m just a little jet lagged. How was my number one lady’s day?”
Rayna’s face softened and then she stretched her arms out, releasing a provocative moan, sounding so fucking sexy. My cock twitched. I groaned inwardly. I could never have my fill of her. This telecommunications idea of hers quickly became a gift and a curse.
“Oh, blah,” she hummed. “It started off sucky…” I know she was referring to my departure. Shit. “…and it continued mediocre. How did your meeting go with the casino family?” My eyes slowly roved over her attire, or lack thereof.
“They were tight…may even still think they’re in the lead of the deal, but we aren’t wavering.” I could no longer hide my amusement. “What are you wearing?” I tried masking my smile with my wrinkled eyebrows.
Caught off guard, Rayna glanced down her body in assessment. Her eyes told me when she processed the situation and a gorgeous smile eclipsed her face.
With a soft roll of the eyes, she whispered, “Your T-shirt.”
“I see.” I adjusted myself in my seat, trying to take in every square inch of my screen. “And what else?”
Her sexy chestnut irises diverted down her body again without thought before she sheepishly answered, “Nothing.”
Immediately, her eyes hooded again. Goddamn, I loved having that type of affect on her. I swear I would fuck my way into her destiny if that was my only means there. And she’d enjoy every orgasm I delivered getting me there. I’m fucking confident of this.
“How are Mark and Eric? I’m sure they’ve been…entertaining,” she chuckled.
I followed suit. “Yeah, that’s an adjective one could use to describe those bitch—I mean, cats.” I almost let my manners slip. I can’t believe those motherfuckers gave Dawn this address. What the fuck did they think she was asking for—Greek orientation?
“And your mom…when is she due in town?”
“I’ll have to ask Brett. He’s taking care of all of that.”
I bit my nails, still on edge, and even adding horny as a motherfucker to my fucked up state. I can’t believe I kissed that woman. I’m no saint, I’ve done some pretty shady shit in my life—seriously fucked up deeds. But never would I hurt Rayna. I could never betray her trust. I couldn’t imagine her being disloyal either. I get sick at the thought of her being with another man. Ever. If I had it my way, she would never experience another cock fucking her properly, arms to hold adoringly, tongue teasing her insanely or lips worshipping her totally.
Ever.
“Azmir…” Rayna called out to me, bringing my attention back to our conversation.
“You look stressed. Are you keeping something from me?” Rayna asked in jest as she narrowed her sexy eyes and her luscious lips twitched, trying to conceal a smile. That was the only clue I had of her not being totally aware of my reckless malefactions. My guilt. Before I could respond she purred, “I can help remedy the stress.” She lifted a seductive eyebrow.
At that moment, I decided to push all bullshit concerning things that didn’t include making Rayna the happiest woman on this planet aside. She’s my right now. My forever. My life. No one else matters. Not now. Not ever. This is our bubble.
I cleared my throat as I inclined myself in my chair. “Sure you can. You can start by showing me what’s underneath that T-shirt,” I all but growled.
Without a moment of hesitation, and with the sexiest scraping of her bottom lip, Rayna pulled the oversized T-shirt over her head and I watched raptly as her arms collapsed back down against her ribcage. Her brown nipples glistened and my tongue contracted, begging to taste them.
Fucking beautiful.
“Azmir,” she moaned, feeling exposed, I’m sure. It didn’t help that I was gawking at her like a hungry man at a T-bone steak. I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t help my ogling.
After a few beats, I ordered, “Bring your knees up and spread those meaty thighs that I’m addicted to being in between. I’m about to show you how to pleasure yourself A.D. style…but you have to promise me one thing.”
Her chest rose and fell visibly and Ryana’s round eyes popped open while her mouth collapsed with impatience. “What?” she panted.
That quickly, Rayna was caught up. She never failed to reveal who her pussy belonged to. It might as well have had my name tattooed on it. I commanded it even from across the country. If I couldn’t capture her heart, I damn sure held her body captive. This, I was sure of from the first time I tasted her. She is mine. All mine.
“You don’t share this technique with anyone, neither do you attempt it without me. Understand?”
With her mouth hanging open, she nodded, filled with anticipation. Her beauty took my breath away. I used to think that was some corny shit that only love-sick fools used to express loose emotions. That was until I became one of those fools. Rayna’s presence rendered me speechless. I can now say that I know what this love shit feels like. It has you thinking and rethinking everything. It has you exploring thoughts and possibilities that your mind has never ventured to. It has you transforming into a being you never knew your substance consisted of.
Goddamn, if I wasn’t in some shit that had totally consumed me.
Everything done with and for Rayna was done so with great effort, with everything I had. No challenge was met with unexceptional attempt. She was worth my time, efforts, and resources. I’d put it all on the line for her, even if she didn’t quite know this yet. I decided right then there to take my time with her. Tearing down those stubborn walls made of keloids derived from her past—whatever that represented to her. I would give Rayna my all.
Within five minutes under my adjuration, Rayna was screaming my name so loud and hard that I’m sure the entire marina heard her satiated cries.
Her yelps of pleasure was so palatable that I was near explosion my damn self.