by Cam Johns
"I am too...I'm thankful you let me have you earlier." He says kissing my cheek.
"You can always have me baby."
"Yeah…but it's your turn now." He whispers. My turn.
"What do you mean?"
He doesn't respond. He starts to nibble on my ear and neck as he slides his hand down to my middle and rubs my clit. I throw my head back against his shoulder, sensitive to his touch. Oh...that's what he means. He sticks his finger in and back out slowly while he continues to kiss me lightly. He slides two fingers into me, hitting his palm against my clit. I grab my breasts and play with my nipples as he bites at my shoulders. "Oh...that feels…so good." I whisper.
"Mmm…you look sexy as hell when you're like this." He whispers. "Let it out for me." he says sticking his tongue in my ear slowly.
"Oh Fuck!" I shout. He growls as he and I move fast. "It's coming baby!" There's water going everywhere. I push my back firmly against him, lifting my pelvis a little and release. "Shh-itt!" I shout, vibrating uncontrollably. As I lower my pelvis and get a handle of myself he takes his fingers out of me. "Jackson...wow." All I was able to get out.
"I take it you enjoyed that."
"Hmmm."
He chuckles. "Okay you sound tired. Let's get you up." He stands and helps me up. He grabs the shower head while holding me to rinse us off, then we step on the bath mat and he dries me off then himself. After turning off the music, he picks me up cross body, carries me over to the bed and lays me in the middle. "I'll be right back." He lets the water out of the tub, turns out the lights and climbs in, us facing each other. "Karisma...are you gonna marry me?" He asks, staring at me. I'm totally caught off guard with this out of nowhere question.
"I guess we'll see when you ask me properly." I say sarcastically. A man should be kept on his toes.
"I'd like to have a family with you." What the hell is going on right now? Is this because of his mother? I figured I'll indulge him for now and discuss it after his birthday.
"I would love that baby." I kiss him quickly. He pulls me in close wrapping his legs in mine and lying on my arm holding my hand between our chests. He kisses me softly nuzzling my nose. "I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too." We fall asleep twisted in each other, face to face.
Chapter Seventeen
The next morning, I wake up to a bright sun shining and Jackson's beautiful face, our legs still tangled. I lift my head to see the time and surprisingly we slept until nine. Unlike us. I start running my fingers through his hair, waiting for him to feel me. He opens his eyes slowly smiling once he sees me.
"Good morning baby." He whispers.
"Good morning...happy birthday." I say quietly. His smile gets larger and he rolls me on my back lying on top of me.
"Who told you?" He asks rubbing my face.
"Wikipedia." I say a little annoyed. "I wish you would've told me." I say pouty.
He kisses me softly. "I'm sorry...I don't usually celebrate."
"Yes...I've been told." I giggle. “I just wish you would open up to me more.” It's interesting that he becomes visibly fearful after I said that. He kisses me slowly and softly…he's just not ready for some reason. "You have something to do today?" I ask already knowing the answer.
"Well...I didn't know you knew so I made plans with my father." He says softly.
"What time?"
"Probably about one. I'll be back by five he says though...we're going to the golf course."
I kiss him softly. "So...I have you until you leave and when you get back?"
"I'm all yours."
"Well...can we do your first gift now?" His eyes widen with excitement. He kisses me softly and rolls off me. I get up, throwing my robe on and head in my closet to get the first thing.
"So...we're gonna have fun and no work." I say walking back in the room. He looks at me curiously. I hold up an authentic basketball jersey with matching shorts and Jordan’s. "Jonathan says you're a Mavericks fan...he also told me your sizes." His eyes glow and he finally smiles. "I saw the basketball court, I thought I'd beat you at some one on one.” He jumps up and hugs me, lifting me up.
"Beat me you say...you're tiny."
I giggle. "Ummhmm...we'll see." I hand him the clothes and shoes.
His eyes are bright and excited. "Thank you baby."
"You’re welcome. Get changed. We'll have breakfast first." He smiles, taking it and kisses me. I go in the closet to change into what I bought for me and tell Lizzie to come at one thirty. I want to make sure he's gone. I walk into the bedroom and see Jackson on the phone looking out the balcony doors.
"Okay dad...see you here at twelve forty-five." He hangs up.
"Things still a go?" I ask quietly.
"Yes-" He says turning to face me and stops to stare. I have my hair in a ponytail with a black stretchy full headband to keep the hair out of my face. I bought short Maverick shorts and a Maverick Jersey that I have rolled up to show my stomach and tied in a knot behind my back. I’m also wearing knee socks and a pair of Jordan’s. I'm totally not a sneaker person, but needed them for this...besides, these are cute. Oh and I can’t forget the basketball I have at my hip. "Karisma...I don’t think we're gonna make it out this bedroom." He says quietly.
"What?" I whisper. Before I know it he has me on his waist and against the wall. "Jackson -" He shoves his tongue down my throat grinding against my middle before I could stop him. He eventually stops and stares at me.
He growls. "I'll let you stick to your plan...for now anyway." I smile and nod. He puts me down and I grab the basketball as he takes my hand to head down. Mrs. Johnson has already cooked breakfast.
"Happy Birthday, Mr. Turner." She says smiling as we sit at the table.
"Thanks Mrs. Johnson." He says staring at me.
"What?" I ask not sure why he's looking at me like that.
"You told everyone didn't you."
"Indeed." I say smiling taking a sip of coffee then blowing him a kiss. He's so cute when he blushes. Mrs. Johnson brings us our breakfast.
"Mrs. Johnson, you've been working with me for five years now. You think you can start calling me Jackson?" I stare at him, shocked that he's letting his guard down. We watch Mrs. Johnson decide.
"Oh alright...only yes' for the birthday boy."
"Yeah okay." I say sarcastically. He throws his balled up napkin at me. The three of us laugh. “Mrs. Johnson, can you take a photo of us?"
"Absolutely." I hand her my phone after I go to the camera and look over to see Jackson already standing.
"Anxious much." I say playfully.
"Very...more pictures with you." He kisses me pulling me close to him as we pose for the picture. "One more please?" he asks. Mrs. Johnson nods, smiling eagerly. He picks me up to his waist turning to the side.
"You're so silly." I say giggling. He kisses me as she takes the photo. "Happy?"
"Very." He hugs me closely, laying my head on his shoulder and Mrs. Johnson snaps another photo.
"Mrs. Johnson I think you're enjoying this." She nods yes handing me the phone back. We enjoy our breakfast then walk to the basketball court across from the pool. "I can't believe you have an actual court in your yard." I say as we walk in the gate surrounding it.
"I've never used it." he says smiling.
"Why am I not surprised, Mr. Turner." He smiles. "Okay...so the first one to twenty-one?" He nods yes as we stand at the foul line and I take the first shot. When it goes in he looks at me surprised.
"Something you wanna tell me?" He asks smiling.
"I may have played a little in high school."
He laughs. "You little trickster." He bounce passes the ball to me and I bounce it back. He starts to bounce the ball eyeing me. Wrong move. I take the ball from him and lay it up. "What the hell." He says as I dribble it back.
"Don't take it easy on me baby...I'm short, but quick." I say bouncing the ball back at him.
"I can see that." He starts to really play now, actually making m
e sweat. He breezes past me a few times but eventually I make a few shots. By the time he reached 21, I had 17…pretty good for a tiny person against a giant. However, HoHhI did have to jump on his back a few times. "21!" He shouts. I laugh at his excitement as he runs around cheering. I like when he isn't so serious. He scoops me up in his arms. "I had fun. Thank you."
"It's probably about twelve now. You should get ready." I say trying to get him out on time.
"If there weren't cameras everywhere I’d fuck you right here."
I giggle. "But I'm sweaty."
"What do I care?" He lifts me to his waist and kisses me softly. Eventually, he lets me down and takes my hand, leading me in the house. He heads upstairs to shower while I go in the kitchen for some Gatorade. I take some up for him leaving it on his nightstand so I can go shower the stench off. I move quickly, washing my hair so I can blow dry it before he leaves. When I'm finally done he's about ready to go.
"Baby, you think you can change before you come home so we can go out when you're back?”
"Sure. I'll change at the club…something casual?"
"Dressy casual."
"Okay." He kisses me on the forehead and disappears in his closet. The phone rings on the nightstand.
"Yes."
"Jackson's father is here Miss Karisma."
"Thanks Mrs. Johnson."
He comes out of the closet in his golf clothes and his garment bag. He gathers another little bag to put his shoes and toiletry bags into. I've always thought golf clothes look ridiculous but Jackson looks hot. I grab him and kiss him abruptly. He lifts me up on his waist kissing me hard. "You want that quickie now?" he asks with a penetrating gaze.
I giggle. "No! Your father’s here." He stares briefly as if he doesn't care. "Seriously we’re not keeping your father waiting…to spend time with you."
He growls. "Fine...alright." He puts me down and I grab his garment bag while he gets his gym bag.
"Hey Robert." I say smiling walking down the hall.
"Karisma!" He says excited and hugging me, picking me up off the floor. What's with the Turner men doing that? I turn to see Jackson looking annoyed. I just don't understand, this is his father not some nobody off the street hugging me.
"Jackson...happy birthday son." Logan gets Jackson’s things from us as Robert hugs his son.
"Thanks dad. Logan's gonna drive okay?"
"Yep." He waves goodbye to me and heads for the Q7. I turn to face Jackson who's pouting.
"What's wrong baby?" I ask concerned.
"You'll be alone so long here." He murmurs, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Jackson please. I'm quite comfortable in my new home." I reply, knowing that will make him happy.
"I love hearing you say that." He kisses me once more.
"C'mon boy...she'll be here when you get back!" Robert yells out the car window. Jackson and I laugh. He kisses me once more before leaving out the door.
"Kay!" I jump, not expecting Lizzie to be behind me.
"What the hell...you scared me." I say laughing as she runs to hug me, squeezing tight.
"I got here right as Robert pulled in. Luckily Sanchez saw and guided me into the garage and brought me in that way." She says blissfully.
"Richard is the best." I run to the phone on the kitchen wall and call Richard to bring everything out of hiding then back in the living room to Lizzie.
"Here's your Red Light Special." She says giggling.
"You're so silly...thank you." I say taking the roses and candles.
"Here you go Karisma." Richard says, laying all the bags on the floor.
"Jeez girl...did you buy the store?"
I giggle. "This is a lot of space to decorate."
"Yes you're right about that."
"Where should I put this?" Sanchez asks, coming back with Jackson's gift.
"We should put that in the study out of the way." He smiles and does what he's told.
"What's that?" Lizzie asks.
"Jackson's gift...okay let's get started. Mrs. Johnson's already cooking and doing the cake...why don't you do the balloons…Richard." He comes quickly after closing the study door. "Can you help with the streamers...I'd like to cross them on the ceiling..." I say hoping that's something he can handle.
He chuckles. "I'll get the ladder."
It took us two hours to finish decorating. The last thing is his birthday banner which Richard hangs. I swear…he's much more than security. We need to keep him on forever. After we're completely finished I ask everyone, including Mrs. Johnson, to take a look.
"Oh Karisma...it’s perfect!" Lizzie says hugging me. Richard and Mrs. Johnson agree.
"Okay Richard...you have the list?"
"I do...Baker will be at the cameras and I'll be at the gate."
"Great...Mrs. Johnson you'll be set with some h'ordeuvres by four thirty?"
"Absolutely." She says smiling.
"Also," I hope I'm not being a pain, "can you have thirteen glasses of champagne ready for when he gets here?"
"You got it Miss Karisma."
"Okay great. Thanks you two." They turn to man their stations.
"Ready to get dressed?" I ask Lizzie.
"Let's go." We head upstairs with my goody bag and roses.
While Lizzie showers and dresses in the extra room, I pluck the heads off the roses and separate the petals into a bag. Then I put everything in my closet. I sit at my vanity to apply my makeup and curl my hair into loose curls, adding my clip-ins, wearing it in a half up and half down. I pull out the red and pink floral print fit and flare dress I bought from Nordstrom and pale pink high heels, then look myself over hoping he likes it. I place my lip gloss in my bra just in case. I check the time on my cell: it's four forty-five and I have a message from Robert.
Robert:
We'll be leaving in 10
Shit! That was ten minutes ago.
Me:
Okay...thanks again.
I go knock on the door for Lizzie, and find that she's already down there. I head down, hoping everyone’s arrived, texting Jackson on the way.
Me:
I can't wait to see you Birthday Boy. Love you!
Jackson:
I'll be there in 10 mins. Love you too!
I peek outside to make sure all the cars are put away and Richard has it handled before walking in the living room.
"Wow Kay!" Lizzie shouts. I strike a pose as everyone laughs. I hug Lizzie first, of course because she ran to me.
"Look at my baby sis." Jonathan says running to pick me up.
"Thanks for helping yesterday." He winks at me. "Lizzie, can you have Mrs. Johnson bring the champagne in and give her this?” I hand her the camera. While she does that I go to everyone, thanking them for coming and for being on time. It sucks having people show after the guest of honor. Just disrespectful.
"Karisma, they've come in the gate!" Richard yells.
"Everyone ready?" I ask the crowd. "Okay, hit the lights Richard...you can see right in here...Mrs. Johnson be ready to take pictures."
"Got it." She says standing at the kitchen entrance. I inch my way to the front of the group holding Jackson's champagne while Jonathan holds his father's. Everyone waits patiently as it seems they take forever to pull in. I'm just happy we're too far back for him to see us as he comes to the door. Finally, I hear him laughing with his father. Logan usually opens the door, but he knows not to. We all wait quietly and patiently. And then...the door opens...he flips the light.
"Surprise!" Mrs. Johnson snaps his picture as everyone shouts. He jumps back in shock as we all laugh and applaud, then turns to his father who is laughing, patting him on the back.
"You knew about this?" Jackson asks his father.
"I did...your lady set this up." He looks over at me as I walk toward him laughing. He looks me up and down then runs to hug and pick me up as Mrs. Johnson snaps away with my phone.
"Oh you beautiful woman!" He shouts. Everyone laughs and applauds.
He puts me down and pecks me on my glossed lips. I give him his champagne as Jonathan comes to hug him.
"Happy Birthday, Bro!" He says doing their personalized handshake.
"Thanks man." Jackson takes my hand and I lead him into the living room to greet his guests.
After a few minutes, I get him to make a toast. He keeps me in hand. "Okay...so you all got me good. I'll admit that," we all giggle and chuckle, "I genuinely appreciate all of you coming out to celebrate my birthday. Since my mother's illness, I've never wanted to celebrate." He takes a pause and I wrap an arm around his waist. He wraps his arm on my shoulder, staring down at me. "This woman here has come into my world and changed my view on life...for the better. I feel blessed to have her. She's already done enough, but now a great birthday is added to the list." He kisses me on the forehead. "Enough of the sappy," everyone laughs, "thank you all for coming...now let's party! Cheers."
"Cheers." Everyone sings, laughing and drinking their champagne.
"I'm going to get the music started." I say to Jackson. He kisses me quickly, releasing my hand. I walk over to the living room iPod and start my party playlist. I made Tweet Boogie 2Nite the first song. It’s not too fast and good enough to get it started. The music plays through the ceiling as Jackson eyes me. I start to dance a little, waving him to me. He puts his champagne glass down and comes. I pull him to the foyer since its large enough for all of us to dance comfortably.
I start to sway, waiting for him to move, but he just watches me as everyone starts laughing. I think he enjoys watching my hips bounce. Finally he grabs my hand and spins me, then joins. Everyone watches, amused at the sight of Jackson dancing. Finally they join us, even Weinstein and her husband. Once everyone is dancing and enjoying the song, Jackson pulls me in the kitchen while they’re occupied, pushing me against the wall. I see Mrs. Johnson but he hasn't. She scurries out as Jackson lifts my leg and pushes himself into me, staring down at me with lustful excited blues. He kisses me hard pushing into me. I wrap my arms around his neck reciprocating his fever. When he finishes I wipe the gloss from his lips.
"I couldn't wait. You've made me so happy today...and you look so pretty." He says softly, partially winded.