I don’t know how long my orgasm lasts, but eventually, I come back to my body. My chest is heaving and my throat is raw from yelling as the aftershocks of my orgasm still ripple through my core. Jeremy hasn’t stopped his piston-like movement in and out of me, stroking me through my orgasm and beyond. He lifts his head to look deeply into my eyes and then pulls out. I notice the veins in his neck strain, beads of sweat dripping down his neck and chest. He tugs on his cock once, twice, three times before white hot cum squirts out, spraying over my belly and breasts. I don’t look away from him and his cum as it splatters over me, marking me as his. Seconds later, I feel his entire weight as he crashes down on top of me. I squirm, wanting to get closer to him. He reaches up, untying my wrists and I immediately wrap my arms around him. I stroke up and down his sweaty back as we allow our breathing to regulate. Once we take in adequate air, Jeremy anchors himself on his elbows and removes my nipple clamps. I moan at the sudden relief of pressure from my nipples. He quickly covers one nipple with his mouth, massaging it with his tongue, before moving to the other one, relieving the pain in both. The flame I thought was just extinguished in my core, becomes ignited once again. Just as I push up to force more of my breast into his mouth, he pulls back and moves from over me, leaving me feeling cold from the loss of his body heat. My lips turn down into a frown, wanting more of his touch.
“Come on,” he says, his voice strained as he picks me up as if I weigh nothing.
“Permission to speak?” I ask just above a whisper, still trying to find my voice because my throat is raw.
“Yes.”
“Where are we going?” I ask as he continues to carry me as if we are walking over a threshold. Wow! Where the hell did that thought come from?
“Bath,” he grunts, kicking the bathroom door open. Carefully, he lowers me to sit on the side of the wood paneled bath tub as he fills it with lavender scented Epsom salt, soap, and warm water. Once filled three-quarters of the way, he reaches for my hand, assisting me as I step in and sit. The feeling is heavenly, and I let out something between a sigh and a moan.
“Temperature okay?” he questions, kneeling at the side of the tub.
“It’s perfect,” I purr, smiling up at him.
“Good. Scoot up,” he insists as he steps in behind me, straddling my back.
It feels like the most natural thing in the world as I ease back, allowing my body to rest against his. He begins lathering a loofah he’s pulled from the side of the tub and rubs it up and down my arms. After dipping the loofah in the water, he begins massaging my tender breasts.
“How are you feeling? Was there anything you didn’t like?”
I hear his murmured words in my ear, but I’m enjoying his hands and touch as he cleanses me far too much to respond.
“LaTasha, I need you to respond to me. Was there anything you didn’t like? Was I too rough? I’m pretty sure you’ll have some bruising in the morning.”
I grin and turn to look at him. “It was perfect,” I tell him as I reach up to cup his cheek, pressing my lips to the other side of his face. That’s the honest truth. It was perfect…well, almost. I could tell he was holding back. I know he showed restraint. I decide not to mention it as I want to enjoy this time with him.
He nods, pressing a kiss to my temple before he resumes to cleaning me. “Okay,” he says in a soft breath. He scrubs my back and I purr in response. The growing stiffness in his cock poking in my back tells me he is not immune to the sound emanating from me.
I feel his head press against the back of my head. “I was really trying not to take you for a second time tonight, but that’s going to be impossible.”
I giggle. “Don’t hold back on my account,” I encourage.
And just like that, bath time suddenly ends and within minutes, I find myself flat on my back with Jeremy’s hard rod thrusting into me once again. My hands are bound above my head by his strong hands. For the rest of the evening, Jeremy shows me just how adept he is at bringing my body the pleasure I’ve craved for so long.
Chapter Fourteen
Tasha
I’m jolted awake by the phone ringing on the dresser. My eyes spring open, only to realize the phone is on the opposite side of the bed. I couldn’t reach it even if I wanted to as there is a very large and heavy weight, entrapping me. I wiggle a little as the phone continues to ring, but Jeremy’s arm tightens around me. He barely budges.
“Jeremy,” I whisper with force behind my voice.
He merely grunts and shifts impossibly closer to me. As good as it feels to have his body wrapped around me; the damn phone is still ringing.
“Jeremy, the phone is ringing.” I shift a little bit, managing to push his side. “Jeremy!” I call again.
“What?! Dammit!” he curses before his other arm reaches out widely, aiming for the phone’s receiver. After a few misses, he finally grabs it. “What?!” he answers none too politely, his eyes still closed.
“Wait! What?” He suddenly sits up, fully awake. “Why the hell didn’t you lead with that?! What hospital?” He pauses, waiting for a response.
I sit up upon hearing the word hospital.
“Okay, we’re on the way.” He hangs up, ripping the covers off of him and climbs out of bed.
“Jeremy, what happened?”
“We have to go to the hospital.”
I’m on my feet now, searching for my clothes, my heartbeat racing. “Why? What happened? Is Coral or Liam hurt?”
“No. Coral had the baby.”
I stop short, staring at him to see if he’s serious. The look in his eyes tells me he’s not joking. “Oh my God! But wait! He wasn’t due until another four weeks. He’s early. Is he okay? Is Coral okay? What hospital are they in?” I shoot off questions one after the other. A feeling of alarm begins to overtake me as I trip trying to find my clothes.
“Breathe, LaTasha. Coral’s fine. The baby’s fine. We just need to get to the hospital. Okay?”
I inhale deeply and close my eyes before releasing my breath. “Yeah, okay. I’m okay. Oh shit! I don’t have any clothes.”
“Top drawer on the right,” he says before putting on the white shirt he’d had on earlier.
I make my way over to the dresser and pull the drawer open to find an array of women’s clothing with the tags still on them. Every item is my size. I look over at Jeremy, grinning. I have no idea how he’d know I would need a change of clothes or how he knew my size, but that’s one of the things that I love about him. He’s always prepared and thinks three steps ahead. Wait! Did I just say love?
I bite my bottom lip at that thought as I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans and a black V-neck. The outfit is a little more form-fitting than my usual casual wear, but they are comfortable and fit perfectly. Minutes later, we are heading downstairs in Jeremy’s private elevator where there is already a dark Town Car waiting for us out back. We’re mostly silent on the way to the hospital, but Jeremy never lets my hand go. I’m comforted by his touch. I’m nervous, but in a good way. I can’t wait to meet my new nephew and of course check on Coral.
“There’s a new baby in the family!” I say, laughing.
Jeremy looks at me, his eyes mirroring the excitement in mine.
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“About time you two showed up. I thought I was going to have to send out security to look for you,” A smiling Liam greets us as we step off the elevator.
“Congratulations! I’m sorry, man. We were sleeping,” Jeremy says, pulling Liam into a bear hug.
I duck my head, slightly embarrassed at his admission. I know Liam and Coral already knew what was going on between Jeremy and me, but to hear him say it out loud to Liam makes it even more real.
“Congratulations!” I greet Liam once Jeremy releases him. “Where is Coral? How is she? How’s the baby? What did you decide to name him?” Again, I fire off questions as I launch myself into his embrace.
“She’s fantastic!” He beams. “Room’s right down here. She was in l
abor for all of four hours, and three pushes later, he was here. She gave birth right in our bedroom.” He laughs.
My eyebrows nearly touch my hairline to the size of saucers. “Are you serious? In your bedroom?”
“Damn, baby is as impatient as his daddy, I see,” Jeremy teases.
Liam laughs again, stopping at the hospital room. He knocks on the door before entering. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mitch, Coral’s ever-present bodyguard, standing next to the door. Liam and Jeremy give him a nod as we enter. The first thing I notice is Coral sitting up in bed, draped in a satin pastel pink robe. She cradles the sleeping baby in a light blue blanket. She looks up as we enter and the smile on her face could light up Times Square.
“About time you two showed up,” she chides us just as her husband did a few minutes prior. “Tasha and Jeremy, meet Liam Junior.” She grins, looking from the baby to Liam and then to Jeremy and me.
Everything becomes blurry as my eyes water with tears of joy. I sit down on the side of her bed, looking down at the sleeping bundle of joy in her arms. He’s definitely a butterball as his plump cheeks show. It’s hard to tell who he looks like in this state, but his complexion is a couple of shades lighter than Coral’s.
“Welcome to the world, Liam Junior,” I whisper.
“Wanna hold him?” Coral asks.
I swallow deeply, nervous but nod my head vigorously. “Yes, I’d like nothing more.”
Carefully, Coral hands me her pride and joy, making sure I keep his little head supported. “Hi, Liam Junior.”
“LJ for short,” Big Liam announces.
My grin grows. “Okay, then LJ. I’m your Aunt Tasha. We’re going to get into lots of trouble together.”
Coral and Liam laugh. I look up at Jeremy who is now giving me a look I can’t figure out. His mouth has flattened, his eyes are guarded, and his body is stiff. I don’t know what that means, but I look back to LJ as his little body begins to squirm. His tiny head bobs up and down as if he’s searching for something. A small cry pierces the silence in the room.
“Someone’s hungry.” Coral grins, reaching for him. “Excuse us, guys.”
I look up at Coral and realize she’s asking us to leave the room so she can feed the baby in privacy. She begins to readjust her robe. “Oh!” I squeal. “We’ll be right outside,” I say and give Coral and LJ a kiss before I stand and exit.
“Where is Laura? Has she met LJ yet?” Jeremy asks Liam as we step into the hallway.
“No. Not yet. And she’s going to be pissed that she missed his birth. She’s spending the night with her grandparents. I talked to them last night and again once we arrived at the hospital. They’re going to bring her here when she wakes up,” he explains.
“Has Stacey been told yet?” I ask.
“Yup. I called her just a few minutes ago. Excuse me. I’m going to see if my wife needs help,” Liam says before he steps back into the room.
Jeremy laughs at that. “I won’t be the one to tell him that he doesn’t actually have the equipment to help with nursing the baby.”
I grin at his quip turning towards him and wrapping my arms around his waist. I stare up at his handsome face, feeling warm all over as he wraps his own arms around me. “She looks so happy.” I sigh, remembering the look on Coral’s face. I place my cheek against Jeremy’s strong chest. His fingers begin stroking up and down the middle of my back, causing ripples of pleasure to move through me. “It’s good to see her content.” I sigh, feeling like I’m talking about both my sister and I.
Jeremy’s lips brush against the crown of my head. We remain in this embrace for a few minutes, making small talk for a few minutes, pondering who LJ’s going to look like when I hear a buzz come from Jeremy’s pants pocket. “Excuse me for a sec.”
Reluctantly, I release my arms from his waist. Call me crazy but it seems as if he’s just as reluctant to let me go.
I watch him stroll to the end of the hallway as he answers the phone. His movements slow and I frown; his body stiffens at the end of the hall. His voice doesn’t rise, but I can feel the tension coming from him as he engages in a conversation with an unknown person on the other end. I wonder if it’s a problem with one of the hotels. He’s had a few of those phone calls while we were together, and I can say I’m glad I was never the person delivering bad news to him. About a minute later, he returns with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Hey, I have to go visit someone in the ICU. I’ll be back soon. Are you going to be all right?” he asks, looking distracted.
“Uh, yeah. Do you want me to come with you? Was it an employee?”
He shakes his head. “No. It’s not work related. Just... It’s a long story.” He exhales.
The look in his eyes tells me this is more than he’s saying. Without thinking, I grab his hand. “I’ll go with you. ICU is only two floors up.”
He pauses and looks at my hand in his. I hold my breath. Waiting for him to tell me to get lost or at least wait for him here. Instead, his face softens a bit and he squeezes my hand. I exhale, pulling him toward the elevator.
“What’s the room number?” I question as the elevator doors close.
“Room 508,” he responds.
Minutes later, we’re striding down the hall, searching for the right room number. Jeremy pauses when he sees a woman standing outside the room as we approach.
“Ms. Watson,” he greets her, clasping the older woman’s hand. “Thank you for waiting here. H-how is she?”
My heads jerks back at the slight stutter I hear in his voice. I’ve never seen Jeremy anything less than totally confident and in control of his emotions. That small derailment from total control urges me to squeeze his hand again, silently conveying he’s not alone. He looks back at me and nods.
“She experienced shortness of breath last night, but the doctors were able to stabilize her. They’re letting her rest for a few hours before we transport her back to the hospice.”
“Okay. So she’s sleeping?”
“She’s in and out of sleep. But she’s been asking for you. I think it would be nice if you would go in and visit her,” the petite, older woman goads. I get the feeling this is not the first time she’s tried to convince Jeremy to see whoever the woman on the other side of the door is.
“I’m not so—”
“Jeremy,” she says in a soft voice as she steps in and grips Jeremy’s wrist. “I know it’s asking a lot, but she really wants to see you. I just think it would be good for both of you.”
“Fine,” Jeremy relents pushing his free hand through his hair. He hesitates and takes a deep breath before turning the knob and entering.
I don’t even realize he hasn’t released my hand until we’re both standing on the other side of the door and it closes behind me. Only then does he release my hand.
“I’ll wait outside,” I say, turning to leave.
His grip on my hand tightens. “Don’t.”
The strain in his voice tightens something in my chest.
The pleading in his voice stops me in place. Once he realizes I won’t leave, he turns toward the woman in the bed. He takes a few timid steps in her direction. From where I stand, I can see her long dark hair spilling over the pillow. The lines on her face cause me to guess her age is somewhere in her fifties or sixties. Her eyes are closed and the steady rise and fall of her chest indicates she is indeed sleeping. Jeremy proceeds to the furthest side of her bed, staring out of the window. It’s close to six in the morning, and the sun is just coming up, but it’s still rather dark outside. With his hands in his pockets, he finally turns and looks down at the woman. He seems to be at a loss for words. I tamp down on the instinct to go to his side and comfort him. Before long, I hear stirring from the bed as the woman opens her eyes.
“Jer-Jer,” a feather-light voice creaks. She clears her throat and removes the oxygen mask from her mouth and nose. “Jer-Jer, you came.” The sides of her face crinkle as she smiles.
“Yes. How
are you feeling?” His question is distant and cold.
“I’m fine, son,” she returns the mask to pull in more air before removing it again.
I’m too shocked at the last word she said to notice how frail she looks. Son? This is Jeremy’s mother?
“Ms. Watson said you had a little bit of a scare, but you’re going to be all right. You just need to rest.”
“Yes. But I wanted to see you.” She pauses again, covering her face with the mask to assist her breathing before continuing. “I know I don’t have much time left and I—”
“Let’s not discuss that,” Jeremy cuts her off rather abruptly. “Just focus on getting your rest so you can get out of here.” With that, he takes the oxygen mask out of her hand and recovers her nose and mouth. He lightly pats her hand and looks over the room before he begins moving toward me and the door. He doesn’t even look at me as we exit the hospital room. Quickly, he thanks Ms. Watson for her help and tells her to let him know when she is moved back to the hospice. Then he heads straight toward the elevator. I’m barely able to keep up with his long strides.
“I’ll have the car drop you off at home before taking me back to the hotel,” he says as we enter the elevator.
“Jeremy.”
“I’ll let Liam know we left so he doesn’t worry,” he says, ignoring my call for his attention.
The car ride is quiet and he doesn’t even look at me once. I hate that he’s closed himself off to me, especially after what we’d just shared last night. It was more than just sex to me at least. After seeing his mother, the very woman who had abandoned him, I want to know more.
“That was your mother.” I say out loud as we reach the driveway to Coral and Liam’s home.
When he remains silent I ask, “Can you come inside for a little bit?”
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