She waved as he pulled off, got in her car and glanced in the rear view mirror catching his tail lights as he sped onto the main road. “That was nice,” she murmured looking at her face. What woman didn’t appreciate being told those things by a handsome man? Her cell beeped and she started the car before answering.
“Hello?”
“I’d like to make an offer on the house,” Viola said.
“Okay, come by my office in the morning and I’ll write the contract.”
“Tomorrow morning’s not going to work for me. I’m flying out at noon. Can we do this now?”
Tamara gritted her teeth at the woman’s tone. “I’ve just left my office.”
“I can meet you there in an hour, will that work?”
“No. I have another appointment, Mrs. Wilson.”
“I’m your client, Ms. Gibbs and I need you to be flexible for my schedule. I don’t want to lose that house, it’s a great deal.”
“Which I told you today before you left. I also suggested you make an offer today before you left. True, you’re one of my clients, but you chose not to take my advice earlier. I have other plans for the evening, which I cannot change. If you’d like to meet me in the office in the morning we can write an offer.”
“Are you with Bernard?”
Tamara looked at the phone and then straight ahead. “No. He stopped by the office as I was leaving. I don’t know where he went when he left.” What was going on? The woman sounded pissed at the idea.
“Okay, sorry. It’s just… there’s so many things to get done in a short time. If I meet you in the morning at nine, that should give me enough time to get to the airport for my two o’clock flight, right?”
Tamara started to ask what happened to the noon flight, but let it go. People like Viola wouldn’t admit to their own inconsistencies, instead they claimed everyone else was wrong.
“Should work, barring accidents. See you in the morning,” Tamara said in an upbeat tone.
“Okay, in the morning, nine o’clock.”
Tamara dismissed the call and the woman from her thoughts as she turned the block leading to her home. She planned to get there before Max and shower. Earlier this week she purchased a new bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret.
Max pulled into Tamara’s driveway and parked behind her car. His woman and this place offered him sanctuary. For a short space of time he would shut out everything, the attack on Adele, the investigation, and the club, to focus on them.
God, he needed this, he needed her.
He didn’t waste time and headed toward the front door. Soft music greeted him when he stepped into the foyer. A feeling of welcome and homecoming hit him. Before he found Kevin, he had spent a lot of time here recuperating from multiple injuries. For the most part he’d recovered, except his leg got stiff from time to time, he had great memories of the fun he had here with Tamara. His gaze lingered on the sofa and a few other spots he’d made love to her. His heart raced, his cock hardened as he locked the front door and set the alarm. Four days since he held her, since he tasted her uniqueness, like a junkie, he inhaled seeking the one person who could give him his fix and satisfy this craving.
“Tamara,” he called and headed to the bedroom. On the way he unsnapped his jeans and kicked them off.
“Back here.”
He pulled off his short sleeved shirt. Naked, stood in the entrance and stared. Words stuck in his throat.
“I tried to get this done before you got here but I got sidetracked, help me with this.” She turned so he could fasten the back of her bra. His gaze slid down to the satiny material barely covering her tight ass. He swallowed hard. Her firm globes called to him and without thought he moved, zombie-like and cupped them.
She giggled. “That’s not my bra.”
“No?” He squeezed her ass cheek with one hand, reached around the front and placed his palm on her heavy breast. The weight filled his palm. After a couple of squeezes, he pulled the nipple. She leaned against him, allowing him to have his way with her.
“I need you so bad,” he said in a low voice against her ear, his erection rubbed between her ass cheeks adding credence to his words.
The flat of her right palm rested on his cheek as his hand slid into the front of her panties. “I’m yours, Max. Whatever you need, baby.” The sultry tenor of her voice slid through him, and he fought back a growl. Instead, he continued his assault, placing kisses up and down her neck column, her shoulder, anywhere his mouth could taste and touch.
“Damn, I love how wet you get for me.” He pulled his fingers from her juicy lips and sucked. “You taste so good, I missed you.”
“Missed you too,” she murmured and he smiled at the far away sound in her voice.
“This is pretty,” he said removing her bra. “You look fuckilicious.”
She laughed, a dark, sultry sound that went straight to his cock. “That’s not a word.”
“Beautiful, sexy, luscious, delectable, delicious… that word means all of those.” He fingered her wetness, listening to her breathing change, her legs widened and her hands tightened on his arm. How lucky could a man be? His woman loved him, never refused him sex and supported him in every way. How could he not have this sexy package in his bed every night?
“I love you so much, Tam,” he said knowing those words didn’t come close to expressing his true feelings, but they were all he had.
“Love you too.” She gasped and trembled in his arms as he continued finger fucking her and playing with her nipples. He could listen to those mewling-purring sounds she made all day. They were a unique melody, a series of sounds that guided him to bringing his baby to ultimate pleasure.
“You like that?”
Tamara nodded.
“No, baby, talk to me. Tell me you like what I do to your pussy.” He spoke next to her ear.
She trembled, and then licked her lips. His woman dressed in designer suits, owned her company and to the outside world looked prim and proper. But in here, she liked it dirty, hard and kinky.
“I like it, you know I do,” she said in a breathy tone that told him she was close.
Max removed his fingers, spun her around and captured her mouth. Everything ceased to exist. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled her closer. He took his time kissing her, tasting her slowly. Gasping, they broke apart for air. He pushed her back onto the bed and fell to his knees. “Hungry! Eat first. Move up and open for me.”
Tamara followed his instructions, he bent forward, eased two fingers inside her tight passage and lapped her juices before moving to her clit. Since she’d been close, it didn’t take long for her to grab his hair, stiffen and then shake as she found her release. Max waited a few moments, removed his fingers and then licked the juices that flowed.
“Love the way you taste,” he said moving upward and pulling her higher on the bed. “Come here, I want you like this.”
“Hands and knees?” she asked moving into position.
“Yeah.” He smacked one cheek lightly and then the other. “Love the way your ass moves.”
She wiggled and he smacked them again, his fingers slid between her cheeks to her wet core. “I need some pussy, baby.”
“I need some dick.” Tamara looked over her shoulder with a hot grin and leaned down on her elbows leaving her ass in the air.
“Is that right? Just some dick? Like any dick would do?” He held his cock in his hand and lined it up with her opening.
“No, baby. I need you. I need you to give me what I need.”
Chest expanded, he nodded while palming her ass, thinking over her words. “What do you need?” He squeezed her bottom, ground against her slowly. Then he ran his cock up and down against her, every once and a while he allowed the head to enter her just barely.
Tamara gasped as the head of his cock teased her; she pushed back, and hit the bed a few times. “Fuck me, Max. Give it to me, stop playing.”
Smiling at her aggravated demand, he slid in
side her tight, warmth and stopped. “Bossy pussy aren’t you?” His plan had been to play with her a while, talk shit, make her say all kinds of stuff because she liked when he talked nasty. But the moment his shaft was balls deep, her muscles clenched around him welcoming him home, and he forgot all that shit. This was the way pussy should feel, tight, warm, familiar and different at the same time, always getting better.
He held her hips tight as he pistoned himself in and out of her faster and faster. The bed shook beneath them. The frame rocked against the wall, keeping time with his pace.
“Maxxx,” she screamed his name as her muscles convulsed around his cock, causing her to shake and fall forward. He paused for a second to fully enjoy the feel of her tight tunnel dance on his dick. Inhaling, inch by inch, he withdrew and surged back inside taking her hard and deep the way he needed. Eyes closed, head tipped back, he lost himself in her velvety softness. He couldn't stop, his loud groans and the sound of flesh slapping flesh told how much pleasure he received from her succulent body. Seconds later he stiffened as indescribable pleasure raced up his back as he emptied himself inside her.
Exhausted, he gasped for air and slid out. Head hanging, he placed a kiss between her legs and then lay beside her. “Blue ribbon quality baby, best loving in the world,” he said between breaths.
Chapter 7.
“Hello,” Max grumbled and pulled Tamara closer while glaring at the clock. He needed to leave in a few minutes. If only this stubborn woman would bend and move in with him, leaving her behind wouldn’t be an issue. Max wanted them all in the same place, he believed Kevin would get to know Tamara faster that way, the boy adored her already.
“Chief, Adele’s awake, she’s talking. She didn’t know the man who assaulted her,” Charlene said in a rush.
Max exhaled and silently cursed those bastards.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes, I heard you,” Max said. “I’m thinking.”
“Why would someone do this? It makes no sense,” Charlene said.
He glanced at the clock and thought to have Tamara pick up Kevin but the way he looked at him earlier, Max feared his son might relapse and they’d be back with them sleeping in the same bed again.
“I have to pick Kevin up from Beth’s and can’t get there right now. I’ll have Brock drop by to talk to her.”
“Is Tamara there?”
Max met Tamara’s gaze, and knew she was listening. “Yeah, hold on.” He passed her the phone.
“Charlene? What’s wrong with Adele?”
Max rolled out the bed and headed for the shower. “Interruptions…” he muttered before turning on the water. “You need to think about spending more nights with me, I want more time alone with you.” He raised his voice so she could hear and then stuck his head beneath the shower-head allowing the water to revive him.
Tamara shook her head at Max’s grumbling. The man hated when someone didn’t fall in line with his plans. She glanced at the clock.
“Tamara, can you come to the hospital?”
Tamara frowned. She’d been listening to Max instead of Charlene and missed whatever she said.
“Is everything alright?”
“I’m not sure but I think it’d be nice to have a biologically correct woman in here with her in case she wants to loosen up and talk. She may not do that with me or anyone else.”
“But I’ve never met her, let alone talked to her.”
“Shouldn’t matter and if it does, at least we tried to think outside the box so she’d feel comfortable.”
“One sec, let me check with Max, we were going to get Kevin, maybe I can meet them later.”
“That would be great, I appreciate it,” Charlene said.
“One second.” She put the phone on the table and walked to the bathroom door. Max stood still as water ran over him. “Charlene asked me to come to the hospital.”
“Not surprised. Check on Adele for me and come to the house afterward.” He paused. “Spend the night with us.”
Tamara thought of her earlier appointments, the long drive from his place to the office and the long drive to him tonight. It would be easier to go to his place tomorrow night instead of tonight.
“Is that a problem?”
The abrupt manner he asked the question caused her to look at the bathroom door. “Excuse me?”
“I asked if spending the night at my place was a problem.”
“No more than you spending the night at mine.” The moment the words left her mouth she wished she could take them back. Not once since Kevin returned had he spent the night with her and she never pressed the issue, assuming he wanted his son to remain in familiar surroundings. But he lived over an hour away and it would help if they stayed at her home sometimes, besides, it would give Kevin a chance to see her in her space.
“You want me… you think we should stay here? I should bring Kevin here, to a new place to sleep? He’s just getting used to sleeping in his own room again. I can’t keep changing his routine. I won’t do that.” The water shut off and she heard him clearer. “I didn’t realize staying at my place was a big deal, thanks for letting me know.”
She walked into the room and watched him. “What? I didn’t say it was a problem. But do you realize he’s never been here? Forget sleeping together, he’s never been to my house. You want him to know me, let him spend a few hours around my things, it doesn’t have to be overnight.” Tamara hadn’t meant to bring this up but now that they were talking, she gave her point of view.
“Don’t change the subject. This is about you staying at my place tonight. If you want to come, come. If not, don’t.” He jerked his jeans over his nakedness and grabbed his shirt off the floor.
“What are we doing? What’s the real problem here?” She asked, knowing it had to be more for him to be this angry.
He turned and met her gaze. “I want us to live together, is that going to happen?”
Confused, she nodded. Why was he pushing so hard? “Yes. I told you that.”
“Seems like a lot of excuses to me.”
“Excuses? How can you… never mind. I’m not arguing with you. I’ll go see Adele and see you later.”
“Tonight?”
She nodded. “Yes, tonight.”
He nodded and exhaled. “Okay, I’m going to get Kev, drive safe and call me when you get to the hospital. Brock’ll probably show up to talk with her when she comes around.” Max’s lips sealed a kiss on hers while he squeezed her waist.
Closing her eyes for a few seconds, she exhaled and then picked up his phone. “Charlene I’ll be there in thirty minutes, okay?” She asked heading toward the front door to find Max.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Tamara saw Max headed back toward the house. They disconnected and she held out his phone when he walked in the door. “Thanks baby. Love you.” He waved goodbye and headed out the door.
Chapter 8.
Max’s girlfriend walked in the room.
“How are you feeling?” Tamara asked once she reached the bed.
“Grateful,” Adele whispered through swollen lips. Charlene placed an ice chip on her mouth. “Thanks.”
Charlene nodded and returned to her chair.
Tamara took a seat in the chair next to Charlene and spoke quietly. In the dim room, Adele sensed Tamara’s stare and turned slightly to meet her curious gaze. Someone told her Max dated a pretty woman.
“You look familiar,” Adele whispered and then closed her eyes as a sharp pain pierced her skull. Water filled her eyes. She pushed the button on the pump for pain medication. A few seconds later she opened her eyes. “My baby is okay… the doctor said.”
Tamara nodded. “That’s great.”
“I’m not killing my baby, no… not for anyone.” She licked her lips.
“Ice chips?” Charlene asked.
Adele nodded as she floated through a cloud, images flashed in front of her. She winced. So many ugly things to hide from, darkness was not her
friend. Cool liquid flowed down her throat from the ice. She started crying.
“What’s the matter? Do you need the doctor? Should I call the nurse? You in pain?”
“No. I’ll be fine. It’s just,” Adele said ending with a sob unsure why tears fell from her eyes.
“Are you worried about the baby?”
Adele shook her head and pushed the button on the pump again. Not because of physical pain, but because of the darkness looming in her life. They wanted to kill her baby.
“Is it the baby’s daddy? You don’t have to tell him you changed your mind about having the baby,” Charlene said.
“Charlene!” Tamara said in a stern tone.
“What? She don’t have to tell him shit, he told her to get rid of the child, so for him there is no child.” Charlene sounded self-righteous but she made a valid point.
“Maybe, but that’s not your decision to make,” Tamara said, in the same determined tone. In Adele’s mind Charlene’s cheeks burned apple red and her lips took on cartoon characteristics. Her head spun as she fought to fall beneath the pull of the pain medication. Something important happened, she needed to tell them.
“I’m not telling him anything… the note said kill my baby. He hurt me… “A curtain opened in her mind, she tumbled onto a scene that had been barricaded and locked in a dark corner. Her voice cracked as she saw him dragging her into a small space, a storage room. Her heart slammed against her chest at the smell and taste of his palm across her mouth. “How’d he get in? Where’s mama? Scratching and kicking I tried to break free. He cursed, threw me on the table. Oh God, my back hurt.” She arched.
“Scream, please scream. I like it when you fight and scream, makes my dick hard, he growled near my ear. I’m gonna die. This sick son of a bitch would kill me. I tried to kick, to lash out, I did, Honest, I did. But… he stepped between my legs, pinned them, taped my hands, yanked them up, and then… he pulled down my shorts.” A long moan escaped her lips as fear stole her breath. He’d taken her over and over. “Make him stop, please, it hurts. Make him stop, I can’t take any more. Leave my baby alone, don’t kill him.” She screamed.
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