In the Arms of the Dragon Princes

by Jessica Miller

  Me: Never mind. What time do you want me to you up to the bail bondsman?

  Parked beside me was Jordan’s motorcycle. I briefly considered running it over, but thought better of it. If Jordan didn’t get out, I would most definitely be selling his motorcycle.

  I turned the car on and pulled out of the parking lot, heading to the closest Walgreens. While I was in there, I picked up a box of diapers and got some five dollar bills. As I was coming out of the store, I ran into Jordan’s friend Lucky. Lucky had been with Jordan the day he got locked up. I put the baby in his car seat and put the box of diapers in the seat beside him, before closing the car door.

  “What’s up Lucky,” I greeted him.

  “What’s up Nia? How you been?” he asked me.

  “Not good. You wanna get in?” I asked him. Lucky nodded and got into the passenger seat while I sat in the driver’s seat.

  “So, what happened?” I asked him. After all of this time, I still did not know what went down. Lucky had been the only one there when it happened and this was my first time speaking with him since.

  “Jordan was drunk and robbed this little bodega. I was arguing with Lovely when it happened and all I seen is Jordan sprinting past me. I’m like, ‘what’s going on?’ and he just told me to run, but I couldn’t because I was with my baby momma. Next thing I know, they’re arresting him.” Lucky told me as he shook his head. Lucky was friends with both Jordan and Amy so before I could stop myself, I broke down and told him everything that Amy had told me. To my surprise, Lucky had no prior knowledge of Amy having feelings for Jordan.

  “If you want him out, she still needs to co-sign for him. He’ll be able to get out today, but he will still have to go to trial. I don’t think that you should drive her though,” Lucky said Even though I was hurting, in my heart I knew that I didn’t want Jordan in jail and the way that this was looking, he would be serving some serious time.

  I really hated that we needed Amy at all. I felt that my feelings about the situation were still very raw and volatile, and that it would be in everyone’s best interest if Amy stay far away from me. I dropped Lucky off and returned to my apartment to finish doing laundry. I loaded the machines and when I checked my phone to see what time the clothes would be ready to go into the dryer, I had a text from Amy.

  Amy: I feel like I just started a problem that wasn’t intended to happen.

  Me: The truth needed to come out. Whatever happens from here was meant to happen.

  Amy: I guess you did deserve to know, but you shouldn’t be mad at Jordan for it. It’s my fault. He’s probably going to hate me now, but don’t let this affect you and him.

  Me: Oh, I’m mad at him. Don’t think for one moment that he doesn’t know that you have feelings for him.

  Who the hell did Amy think that she was, telling me who I should and shouldn’t be mad at, taking up for Jordan like he was innocent. I wasn’t even trying to hear all that, so I just changed the conversation back to Jordan’s bail.

  Me: Did you go see the bail bondsman?

  Amy: No, I’m waiting to go with Jordan’s grandmother tomorrow. I told the bail bondsman about it earlier.

  This completely threw me off. This bitch knew his grandmother too? Now I was completely convinced that she wanted my man, and this meant war. I could not let her save my man. I was going to save him my damn self! This meant war and I was willing to protect my king at all costs. Amy was trying to take my man and I wasn’t going down without a fight. I had an idea!

  *****

  Tuesday

  I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of this sooner. I mean, I had thought about it, momentarily in anger, and had finally put things into perspective. I sold Jordan’s motorcycle. He would be heartbroken, but I’m sure he’d rather be free than own a motorcycle that he couldn’t even ride! The idea had come to me Monday night. Nothing could steal my hope and excitement. The only thing that worried me was fear that I would be too late. Monday night, I found myself missing Jordan terribly and was afraid of the idea of never getting to see him again. I tried to focus on the positives because I knew that all of the what if’s would depress me. The following morning, I woke up early. JJ and I got dressed and left the apartment in a rush to sell the motorcycle and free Jordan. For one, the motorcycle had to be towed. Luckily, I had just enough money to pay a tow company to bring it to the buyer. I made more than enough money to pay the bail bondsman. After selling his motorcycle, I had enough money to post his entire bail if I chose to! I didn’t. I paid the bail bondsman enough so that we wouldn’t need Amy’s hoe ass to co-sign. Within 45 minutes, I got a call that Jordan was being released and I could pick him up. I was ecstatic. As soon as I hung up the phone, I started dancing, jumping up and down and shaking my butt. JJ laughed and started dancing too. I picked up my son and did a spin. Daddy was coming home!

  With JJ in his car seat and love in my heart, I made my way to the correctional facility. Jordan was standing outside waiting for me when I got there. I was so happy that I started crying. Jordan was crying too. Jordan embraced us, and JJ reached out his arms for his daddy to hold him.

  “I’m so glad to be out. I was afraid you guys were going to leave me in there and I’d never get out,” Jordan told me, as tears streamed down his face.

  “I thought we were too, especially after Amy confessed her love for you to me, and how if I were out of the picture, she’d try to be with you,” I said. Jordan’s face dropped. “After that, I knew it was war and I had to fight for what was mine. No one saves my man, but me!” I exclaimed, and smiled at him. Jordan forced a smile, but I could tell I had caught him off guard. “I’ll tell you all about it in the car.” I turned to walk toward the car, but Jordan grabbed my hand, stopping me.

  “Wait,” he said. I turned around to face him, confusion on my face.

  “Nia, I know I have put you through hell, but you truly are the love of my life and you should be my wife,” he told me. I smiled as Jordan dropped down onto one knee while still holding my hand with one hand and JJ in the other arm. “Nia, will you marry me?” he asked me right there on the sidewalk, outside of the correctional facility. I giggled at the beauty of it all. “Of course I will,” I told him.

  “Let’s go to the courthouse right now. I don’t want to wait another minute,” he told me, as he looked deeply into my eyes. His gray eyes looked like liquid silver in the sun and I was drowning in them.

  “Let’s go,” I agreed.

  We got in the car, JJ in his car seat, Jordan sitting beside his son in the backseat and me in the front. I slowly, but surely, peeled out of the corrections parking lot.

  “How did you get the money for the bail?” Jordan finally asked me. A proud grin spread across my face.

  “I sold your motorcycle,” I told him. I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched Jordan’s reaction through the rear view mirror. His jaw dropped, but he quickly shrugged it off and gazed out of the window.

  “I don’t even care. I’m just glad to be free again,” he said.

  “You wouldn’t have to be going through this if you would…” I began, but I stopped myself. Instead, I told him, “I’m glad you’re free too. Let’s go get married.”

  We headed into town and I drove us straight to the courthouse. With Lucky and JJ as our witnesses, I became Mrs. Jordan Rivers. Today was a happy day. After we were married, Jordan said he was ready to go home so that he could make love to his wife. I felt complete knowing Jordan was all mine. On our way home, we stopped to get something to eat from Burger King. We ate in the car as I drove, and Jordan told me crazy stories about what he had gone through in jail. By the time we got home, it was time for JJ’s nap. While I lay him down for his nap, Jordan went to take a shower. I couldn’t believe he was actually home! I had fought for him and I had won. I had never fought for anyone, or anything before. I had always held the firm belief that fighting over a man was beneath me. I would never physically fight a woman over a man. Unless of course, she put her hands on
my man or my son. But this was different. I had to prove I loved him enough to fight for him. It was scary to think just how close I had come to losing him. But the war was not over. Jordan still had to go to trial.

  I waved this dark cloudy thought out of my clear blue skies. I was going to enjoy our time together, and we’d figure out the rest later. Jordan came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His long blonde hair was wet and clung to his bare skin. Even though he had only been locked up a few days, he looked bigger, stronger, and sexier.

  “You’ve been working out.” I pointed out with a grin. He grinned back, his dimples making my heart leap.

  “A little,” he said. We couldn’t take our eyes off of each other. Jordan began rubbing coconut oil onto his skin. He glistened like a golden God.

  “I missed you so much,” I told him.

  “I missed you too baby,” he said, as he looked at me. Then he got down on his knees so that we were at eye level. “And I am so sorry for putting you through all of this. All of it.” I searched his eyes.

  “I want you to stop being friends with Amy,” I told him.

  “Done. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. I can’t lose you, Nia. If I lose you, I lose myself.” Jordan placed his soft lips on mine. It felt like forever since I had kissed those beautiful lips. I couldn’t believe this was all real. He was really here! I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up, pulling me close to him as we became one.

  I helped Jordan pull off my clothes, as we kissed. “Nia, I love you so much,” he said, between kisses.

  “I love you too baby,” I told him, as he kissed my neck, his tongue swirling over my tender skin. I could feel his big, hard dick poking me through the towel.

  He picked me up and I giggled as we left our bedroom, so JJ wouldn’t hear us. Jordan carried me into the living room and lay me down on the couch. He kneeled beside me, taking one of my hands in his and kissing it. He kissed the tips of each of my fingers and then, without taking his eyes off of mine, he slid one of my fingers into his mouth. His warm tongue swirled around my finger. I grinned and bit my lip. Jordan sucked on my finger and then slowly slid it out of his mouth so that he could kiss me softly on the lips. I could kiss those lips for the rest of my life, and I planned on it.

  “I couldn’t sleep without you and when I did sleep, I dreamt about you. I was so afraid I would never see you again. Never touch you again,” Jordan said. I silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. I sat up and patted the seat beside me so that he would sit down. Jordan got up off his knees and sat down beside him.

  We switched places; I was now on my knees between his legs, looking up at him. No more needed to be said. Jordan’s cock was hard and pushing up against the towel. I smiled at him as I slid my hand into the waist and pulled the towel apart. His rock hard cocked bobbed out from under the towel, and I squealed.

  I smiled at him as I slid my tongue across my lips and my hand wrapped around his dick. Jordan gasped, thrust his hips up and moaned out loud. He felt so hard and hot in my hand. I squeezed and stroked him, watching as his eyes rolled back.

  I leaned in between his legs. Looking up at him, I said, “Watch me baby.” He groaned as my warm, wet tongue slid around the tip of his cock. I felt him pulse and throb against my tongue and he got unbelievably harder. Teasing and getting the juices flowing. I licked around the head and slid my tongue back and forth along his shaft. His dick felt like flesh covered steel between my lips as I lubricated it with my saliva.

  I opened my eyes and stared deeply into his eyes as I wrapped my mouth around the head, taking it all into my warm, wet mouth. Jordan was squirming, thrusting his hips and moaning as his head lolled back onto the couch.

  I pushed my head down and filled my throat with his cock. He throbbed and expanded. I wrapped my other hand around his balls and felt them tightening up against his body. He thrust hard into my throat and cried out, “Nia, I love you!” followed by a long, loud moan. His body jerked as he came deep in my throat. I swallowed it all. Took every last drop of my man. I sucked and moaned with every drop. I slowly slid my mouth off him and released his cock from the clutches of my mouth. His dick was still hard and I was very wet.

  My legs were numb. I wobbled as I stood up, over Jordan. He slid his hands up my thighs. He looked me right in the eyes as he pulled one hand away from me, wrapped it around his still hard cock and said, “Straddle me Nia. I need to feel you around my dick, so bad baby.” He pulled me closer. I spread my legs and straddled him.

  I wrapped my hand around his hand, wrapped around his cock, and rubbed him against me. I was so wet and swollen, aching for him. “Jordan.” I moaned.

  “I know baby… me too… me too.” He pushed the head of his cock into my swollen pussy and pulled his hand away. I slowly slid down his big, hard dick. My body clenched around every inch of him as he slid deeper inside me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, and let my eyes close as I moaned, grinding my pussy against his groin so that my clit rubbed against him.

  “Oh God. I love being your wife Jordan.” Jordan moaned in reply and slapped my big round ass, loud and hard. This made me grind harder as I chased the elusive orgasm.

  Jordan slid his hands over my hips, dug his fingers in briefly as he thrust into my body hard and fast. We were pounding in rhythm against each other. He was buried so, so deep inside me. He slid one hand up and wrapped it around my full, perky breast and leaned down to lick and nip at my nipple. My pussy clenched around his dick. “You like that, don’t you, baby.” He said, and sucked my nipple harder. I rode him harder.

  He spanked me again and I grabbed his hand so that I could suck on his fingers. Jordan wrapped a large hand around my neck, licking my throat as he spanked me again. He pulled my head to his and we kissed a deep, wet kiss.

  Jordan whispered into my ear, “Show Daddy how much you missed him.”

  “I’m going to cum for Daddy,” I cried out, as he spanked me again.

  “Oh yea. You bad girl. Cum on this big dick,” Jordan ordered.

  Jordan’s dick was pounding into me so hard. My pussy fluttered around him. My stomach tightened and my thighs clenched. I grind down onto him, rubbing my clit against his body.

  “I’m about to cum too, baby,” Jordan said.

  “Mmmm cum with me, baby!” I exclaimed. “I’m cumming!” I cried out and Jordan roared like a beast, as we came together. I felt him pulsing and throbbing his orgasm into my body and I clenched around him. It was perfect. He filled me with his hot cum. I loved it.

  I leaned forward, resting my head in the nook between Jordan’s neck and shoulder. Jordan wrapped his arms around me as he struggled to stand up. Without pulling out, he carried me into the bedroom. I climbed off him and our mixed juices ran down his dick, which was just beginning to soften. Jordan and I got into the bed together, our son still fast asleep on the other side of the bed. I snuggled up next to my man, as he held me in his arms. He gently trailed his fingers up and down my arm.

  “I love you Mrs. Rivers,” Jordan said. I loved the way he said my name. I twisted a strand of his long blonde hair between my fingers.

  “I love you too Mr. Rivers,” I told him. Jordan stared at me, his expression becoming serious.

  “I might have to go away for a while,” he told me, sadness in his eyes. “Actually, I’m definitely going to have to go away for a while. I caught a charge while on probation. I’m going to have to serve a minimum of a couple years.” I could feel the high I was riding on, crashing down. I already knew Jordan was going to have to serve hard time, but had held on to hope.

  “You don’t have to go,” I said quietly.

  “I do. I have court in two days. They’re going to sentence me. They caught me red-handed. I’m guilty and they’re going to send me to prison,” Jordan said, fighting back tears. He looked so sad and all I wanted to do was make the hurt go away. I knew there were consequences for Jordan’s actions, but I still didn’t think he had to be punished in
this way. If he went away for years, he’d miss out on being with his son. I would do whatever it took to keep that from happening. I sat up and looked at Jordan. He needed to understand we had options.

  “Let’s leave,” I said.

  “Leave and go where?” he asked me. I could tell he didn’t understand what I meant.

  “Leave and go anywhere. Leave and never come back! I don’t want you going to jail. We have a son to raise and you can’t do that from some cage. I don’t care if you are guilty, I will not let this break up my family!” I said.

  “I don’t want to do that to you guys. We’d both go to jail,” Jordan said.

  “It’s worth a try Jordan. We can do this,” I assured him.

  “Ok Bonnie,” Jordan teased. I smiled.

  “I’m serious. I am your Bonnie and I will ride with you until the wheels fall off. This is fate baby and we can’t fight fate.”

  “You’re talking crazy,” Jordan said.

  “Just crazy enough to work,” I told him. He pulled me back down into his arms and kissed me on the forehead.

  “Let’s sleep on it. It feels so good to be holding you. To be in our bed again,” he said.

  “This bed was cold and lonely without you. Don’t ever leave me again,” I demanded.

  “I won’t,” he said.

  “Good, so we’re leaving,” I said with finality. Jordan chuckled.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “Then run away with me,” I told him. I wasn’t going to give up. This was our only chance.

  “Nia, where would we go?” he asked. “We have a son. We can’t be fugitives.”

  “We’ll leave the country. Go to Mexico. Learn Spanish. Travel further south to South America.”

  “That sounds crazy.”

  “Desperate times call for desperate measures. Would you rather sit in a cage for five years?” I asked him.