“Can you at least tell me why? What did I do wrong?” Fabian asked, sounding very upset.
“Kenny’s back, and if he’ll have me, I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him,” Giada concluded before hanging up the call. “Does that prove where my heart is? Where I want my body to be?” she asked Kentucky.
Before he could get a word out, her cell phone rang. It was Fabian calling back.
“Move out the way, Mercedes,” Giada told her dog, who’d long since settled upon the porch to watch the humans interact.
When the obedient pup moved to the left, Kentucky watched as Giada threw the cell phone down on the porch and began to stomp on it with all of her might. Every stomp healed another section of his broken heart. The stomping didn’t end until the phone made no sound at all. Even the lighted panel was destroyed.
“Well, are you going to answer my questions or not?” a breathless Giada asked, looking at Kentucky again as her large bosom moved up and down from her emotional and physical exertion.
In response, Kentucky unlocked the screen door and snatched Giada into his arms. “I love you so much,” he whispered, lifting her upon his waist.
“I love you, too,” Giada whispered back and then literally attacked his lips right there on the front porch.
As Kentucky melted into that scorching kiss, Mercedes darted inside the house through the open door and began to leap happily upon the familiar furniture she encountered.
Meanwhile, the kissing couple started to grind against each other with ferocious need. With two large handfuls of Giada’s plump bottom, Kentucky squeezed and pressed her closer still. He wanted, needed her as close as possible.
They were abruptly reminded of where they were when Mrs. Connors blew her car horn in passing.
“Let’s go to my room, baby,” a breathless Kentucky suggested after reluctantly breaking the kiss.
“Under the circumstances, I think we might have to break Mama’s rule today.”
Giada shook her head. “No, let’s go get married first. If I’ve learned nothing else all these months, it’s that life is too short to waste one minute of it with the wrong person and on the pursuit of material things. I want to be your wife the next time we make love. I don’t care if we have to fly all the way to Vegas to do it. My treat.”
Kentucky smiled at her answer. “We won’t have to travel any farther than Judge Beasley’s house,” he replied, calling the name of a former client of his whose life he’d protected once during a high-profile drug lord case.
Giada grinned. “It pays to have friends in high places, huh?”
“Definitely.” Kentucky chuckled, feeling like a new man already.
Then, after retrieving Mercedes and locking the house up, they went to Judge Beasley’s home and got married right there in the man’s living room. All waiting periods and fees were waived in light of what Kentucky had done for the judge and considering what he’d been through recently. It didn’t even matter that today was Sunday. Nor did it matter that there was no exchange of rings. Only uniting in love and by law mattered today.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Upon tying the knot of matrimony, Kentucky brought Giada back to his stepmother’s house. It was closer, stood no chance of Fabian dropping over, and was more private than a hotel, where someone would recognize Giada from her appearances with Fabian.
After making sure Mercedes had a nice bowl of water and her favorite play toy from Giada’s purse, the newlyweds disappeared into Kentucky’s bedroom. The guest room was where Malik resided ever since he was brought over from Africa two months ago. He and Hannah hit it off from the start and were actually out on a date right now.
The door had barely closed behind them and the light had barely been turned on before Kentucky commenced to removing Giada’s clothes with hasty fingers. She gasped as her shirt was suddenly yanked apart, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Instead of being angry about the ruining of her expensive garment, she smiled at his aggression.
“Do you know that it was your name on my lips that signaled to Malik that I was alive among that pile of corpses?” Kentucky shared as his hands continued to disrobe her.
“Was it?”
“Yes.” Kentucky bent to lick her taut peaks through her black, lacy bra, causing her to moan.
“Malik thought I was saying Da-Da over and over again. He saw it as a sign from God that he’d been given another son to replace the one that had died in a past war.” As he spoke, he unhooked her bra and flung it away.
Giada’s moans increased in volume when he began to cater to her breasts just the way she liked. Oh, the man was so talented with his mouth, with his everything.
“It wasn’t until months later that Malik overheard me talking in my sleep,” Kentucky continued, moving his hands down to unfasten her pants. “It was then that he heard your name pronounced the right way. When he told me about it the next day, my memory instantly started to return. Within a week, I had it all back.”
“Amazing!” Giada panted out as he reached inside her pants and stroked her through her thong.
“Yes, it was. I can’t tell you how often I thought about this since I got my memory back.” His probing fingers dipped inside at the word “this.”
Giada moaned and spread her legs wide to give him more access. “So my name helped you get rescued and to get your memory back?” She was literally trembling with need now.
“Yes,” Kentucky whispered huskily as he strummed her guitar. As if on cue, her hips immediately began to move to the rhythm he started. “I should have known then that I was meant to have a future with you,” he continued. “My faith in us wavered when I returned to find you back with him.”
“Now that’s something I wish you could forget,” Giada replied. To help him along, she pushed her pants downward and stepped out of them. She’d long since stepped out of her shoes.
Kentucky chuckled. “I will once I’m inside of you again. But first I need to do a few things that I’ve been dreaming about for months.”
“What’s th—” Giada started before her words were overshadowed by a loud rip.
Kentucky had torn her thong off. Completely off!
Giada’s body was on fire for sure now. Leaping upon him, she wrapped her arms and legs possessively around his neck and waist. She attacked his mouth with her lips. It was time to get down to the business at hand.
* * * *
Kentucky welcomed Giada’s probing tongue into his mouth. He lowered his hands to possessively squeeze her bottom. He allowed a few fingers to return to her playground and frolic, doing everything they could to make her head spin with desire like a merry-go-round.
That kiss lingered for the longest time as their tongues entwined. “I love you’s” were sprinkled intermittently.
“Mmm . . . you smell just like I remembered,” Kentucky said, inhaling deeply of her scent as they paused the kiss to catch their breaths. “You feel the same too.” He squeezed her bottom again and then her breasts. “I wonder if you still taste the same.”
“You’ve already tasted me,” Giada said as he lifted her higher. “But I don’t mind if you get another taste,” she added, looking down expectedly at her bosom.
Kentucky gave her a heated look. “I haven’t tasted you nearly enough,” he replied and then descended upon her breasts again.
The ravenous man didn’t stop there, though. He lifted Giada higher until her legs were about his neck and her head nearly touching the ceiling. Then he proceeded to sample every fruit in her garden.
Giada’s eyes rolled in the back of her head at his delightful deeds. That was Kentucky’s intent. He wanted his squeezing, kneading, and feasting to drive her wild. He wanted to make her shudder with release within a few short minutes.
With her body still trembling with liberation, Kentucky lowered Giada upon his waist again, pushed his sweatpants and briefs down, and joined her to the hilt. They both cried out in bliss.
He began a myriad of thrusts
.
Slow.
Long.
Hard.
Fast.
All were meant to inflame both bodies. They did . . . immensely.
“Yes, Kenny! Love me, baby. Love me, baby,” Giada urged as she received everything he had to offer her.
Kentucky was insatiable. Even after he went over the edge, he kept going, pausing only briefly to carry her to the bed. Not even breaking the connection, he laid her down and picked back up where he left off. Using the bed as leverage, Kentucky handled his business in a major way.
“Kennnny!” Giada said, going over the edge the second time with a loud scream.
Kentucky didn’t muffle that one. He wanted to hear her scream his name in ecstasy. He dreamed of her doing so for months now. “Yes, baby, let the whole world know who you belong to,” he said, plowing into her even more fervently.
Giada wasted no time doing just that as another scream of ecstasy burst from her throat.
* * * *
“What was that?” Malik asked Hannah as they entered the house at the exact moment of Giada’s second scream.
“Based on the extra car parked in the driveway and that puppy running up and down the hallway like he has lost his mind, I’d say my son finally got his woman back,” Hannah replied, unable to suppress her smile of approval. “They just better be ready to get married first thing in the morning for violating one of my main house rules.” She led the way into the den and turned the TV up real loud to drown out the noise coming from Kentucky’s bedroom.
“House rules? What are those?” Malik asked, looking very interested in these Western ways and particularly in this beautiful Western woman.
“Things that one is allowed or not allowed to do in my home,” Hannah explained, sitting down on the sofa. By now she was used to the inquisitive man’s constant questions as he strove to learn the American language better and American customs as a whole.
“Which rule is Kenny violating tonight?” Malik sat down beside her.
“No unmarried sex under my roof.”
“Oh, I see.” Malik grew thoughtful. “So that means I would have to marry you to have sex with you here, is that right?”
Hannah’s eyes widened in shock. “You want to have sex with me?”
“Very much so. From the moment I laid eyes on you. You are a very beautiful woman. I would have paid many goats for you.”
Hannah smiled at his blunt honesty. “Let’s stick to courting for a little bit longer, shall we? And for the record, you would have to marry me to have sex with me anywhere since I don’t practice sex outside of marriage at all. Got that?”
“Got what?” Malik looked confused.
Hannah chuckled. “Did you get the meaning of the words I just said?”
Malik smiled wide. “Yes, yes, I did. We court for a while longer. Then I marry you, and we have lots of sex.”
Hannah roared with laughter that time. “Follow me in the kitchen. I think you need some ice cream or something to cool your hormones down,” she said, rising to her feet.
A few minutes later, Hannah gasped in shock and then clapped her hands excitedly with joy. She’d seen the note Kentucky attached to the refrigerator announcing his nuptials. “They got married, Malik. Married!”
Malik smiled. “This is good.”
Yes, it was all good.
* * * *
Back in the bedroom, the lovers still hadn’t taken a break yet. Now it was Giada’s turn to live out a few fantasies. The first thing she did was straddle Kentucky and ride him until her body exploded with passion’s release again. Lying upon him while she caught her breath, she kissed every inch of his bare chest. His shirt had been long since removed in the heat of passion.
Giada lingered the most at that scar on Kentucky’s chest where the bullet went in before exiting his body through his back. No vital organs were damaged, but being wounded in an area of the world that had no modern medicines had caused complications on its own.
“I am so grateful for this man called Malik,” Giada said, kissing that spot again.
“Don’t forget about God,” Kentucky added. “It was He that led Malik to me in the first place. It was also He that allowed me to find my way back home to my loved ones.”
“Well, He’s definitely made a believer out of me.” Giada lifted her head to look up into his eyes. “I think I’m going to start attending church with your mother after this.”
“Good, because I’ve been going ever since I returned. Haven’t missed a Sunday yet.” Kentucky chuckled. “I have a lot to be thankful for.”
“We both do.” Giada laid her head upon his beating heart and sighed in contentment.
Chapter Thirty
Private investigator Lloyd Graham had gotten a last night call from his most annoying client ever—Fabian Flow. It seemed Fabian couldn’t locate his ladylove again, which was the original reason Lloyd had been hired in the first place. It didn’t take the skilled private investigator long to discover that Giada was at the home of Kentucky’s stepmother.
“Her car was a dead giveaway,” Lloyd said, relaying that information to his client as he drove past the Jones house at 10 a.m. Monday morning. He still had all the addresses of Giada’s associates on file and so had driven past each location after being told that she wasn’t at work today. “It looks like she might have spent the night at the Jones property.”
“She mentioned something about going back to her old flame, but Kentucky Jones is supposed to be dead. Find out if that has suddenly changed since I have heard nothing to the contrary in the news,” Fabian instructed. “As usual, I’m willing to pay any price for your services.”
“Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, why would a man like you even want a woman that keeps going back to another guy?”
“Because I love her,” Fabian said quietly. “And because nobody takes what’s mine!” he added in a harder tone.
“Maybe it’s not love at all. Matter of fact, it actually sounds more like obsession to me. In which case it’s probably better for you to move on anyway,” Lloyd advised. He was trying to get his client to abandon this search since it was probably going to be a waste of his time and Fabian’s money to continue along this path. Giada was obviously with the man she wanted to be with.
“Just do your job!” Fabian snapped before abruptly concluding the call.
Lloyd frowned. If there was anything he hated more than a stupid client, it was a rude client. Fabian had just proven that he was both.
You’ll get your latest information. After this, I’m closing your case forever, Lloyd decided with finality.
* * * *
Inside the Jones house, Giada sat at the dining room table with her new family, enjoying her day off.
The word “family” included Malik, too, since Kentucky had all but adopted him and based on the amorous way Malik kept looking at Hannah. Mercedes was outside in the fenced backyard enjoying the warm December day.
Although they had finished eating breakfast a while ago, the foursome stayed at the table and conversed. No subject was off-limits.
“Giada, I just want it to be known how sorry I am about not telling you about Kenny still being alive,” Hannah said. “As a mother, I was trying to protect my son from more hurt. Had I known that you still felt so strongly about Kenny, I would have told you the first night I heard the good news.”
Giada reached across the table and held her mother-in-law’s soft hand. “All is forgiven, Mama Jones,” she replied, making use of the new nickname she’d given Kentucky’s stepmother. “I probably would have done the same thing if I saw my son’s ex-fiancée all over the media with another man.” Giada squeezed Hannah’s hand fondly before releasing it. “To be honest, even though I know Fabian was doing that as a way to officially stake his claim on me, I didn’t bother to stop him because it served an important purpose for me, too.”
“It helped you get more recognition at your job?” Kentucky asked from beside her. Like Giada, he knew
how important social status was at the firm she worked for. He knew how the partners protected their status in society almost as much as they protected their freaky private lives.
Giada turned to him and smiled. “No, baby. My work ethic and a few other things”—she paused to glance briefly at her chest—“get me all the recognition I need on the job.”
“I bet.” Kentucky chuckled huskily, staring hungrily at her bosom in the long black T-shirt he’d lent her after her morning shower.
Giada felt a rush of heat envelop her at his sizzling perusal, at the way he kept licking his lips. “What was I saying again?” she asked, turning to Hannah again. Giada had lost all train of thought just that quick.
Hannah and Malik laughed.
“You were saying that all that publicity served an important purpose for you,” Hannah prompted.
“Yes,” Giada replied, now firmly back on track. “All that publicity kept other men from trying to pursue me since I was already supposed to be ‘spoken for.’”
Kentucky pulled her into his lap. “Well, you are definitely spoken for now.”
“Yes, I am. Our marriage license proves that fact forever.” Giada smiled, loving the warmth of his strong body, the feel of him twitching with need beneath her bottom.
“Our marriage license is not the only proof of our union.” Kentucky pulled a black ring box out of his left robe pocket and opened it in front of her. “This should prove a few things, too.”
Giada gasped at all the sparkling gems. There was a circle of small diamonds surrounding a very large emerald. “It’s beautiful, Kenny,” she said as he slipped it on the fourth finger of her left hand.
“Just like you,” Kentucky replied, giving her a look that shimmered with love and so much passion.
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