Arousing Consequences

by Cam Johns

  “No…can’t we just have the ceremony now and the party later? People do that.”

  “Jackson…are you whining?” I ask imitating him.

  “Maybe a little.” He chuckles and kisses me again. I brush the hair from his face staring at him. Why is it so hard for me to say no to him? Let’s try it and see how it goes.

  “Well…you’ll just have to learn to be patient.”

  He chuckles. “Wow…you’re actually telling me no…okay…don’t make that a habit.” He says playfully. He kisses me again then gets up. “Come.” I take his hand and he walks to the center of the room. “Stay.” He goes over to the iPod on the wall and scrolls for something. He finds what he wants and presses play. Ciara Promise plays through the ceiling.

  “Wow…I haven’t heard this in a while.” He walks back to me.

  “I heard it for the first time when you moved in.” He grabs me to him and starts to move staring down at me. I move with him as he slowly lowers his hands to my butt, squeezing, then turns me around, leaning me against his chest and wrapping his arms in front of me. He bends to kiss my neck softly and slowly.

  “Why’d you want to dance to this?” I ask curiously. He turns and picks me up to his waist as he continues to sway looking through me. I kiss him slowly running my hands through his hair.

  “Because everything she’s saying I’m thinking…about you.” He says straight faced. I kiss him hard, pulling his hair. He walks to the wall, putting my back to it returning my intensity. He grinds his dick into me, while his hands roam my body frantically as he nibbles on my neck. We are interrupted when the security phone rings. He growls stopping the music and carries me over to the phone as I nibble on his neck. I don’t even pay attention to the conversation…I just want him inside me. “Baby…I’m sorry.” I look at him knowing we have to stop.

  “Seriously?” I say pouting.

  He kisses me. “I’ll take care of you later…I promise.” He says smiling.

  “You bet you will.” I snap. He chuckles putting me down.

  “Go ‘head and get dressed and come downstairs. Jonathan’s here.” I smile and nod heading to my closet. I’m in a good mood so I decide to dress that way. I shower and dress within an hour and head down to breakfast.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Johnson.” I say smiling and putting my purse and jacket on the chair.

  “Good morning, Miss Karisma. You look beautiful today.” She says, bringing me my coffee.

  “Thank you.”

  “Jackson is in the study with his brother. He’ll be out soon.” I nod as I sip my coffee and eat. Once done I see they’re still in the study so I go ahead and call Richard so he can bring the Q7 around.

  “Thank you Mrs. Johnson.” I say walking out. I head to the door and check myself in the mirror before I put my jacket on. I’m wearing a v neck satin tea length fitted dress with black heels. I made sure to put a satin shirt underneath to cover my breasts. I am going to work after all.

  “Wow! Sis you look great.” Jonathan says walking to me.

  “Hey Johnny. Thanks.” I say, blushing as he rushes to hug and pick me up. I look behind Jonathan and see Jackson’s red face. Uh oh. Is that for me or because he’s hugging me. Probably both. Jonathan shakes his brother’s hand and kisses my cheek before walking out.

  “What the hell are you wearing?” Jackson says angrily. I walk over to him as he regards me in his intimidation stance. I wrap my arms through his looking up at him.

  “You don’t think I look pretty?” I say innocently smiling.

  He chuckles. “Don’t do that.”

  “Do what?” I say staring through my lashes.

  “Ummhmm.” He wraps his arms around me finally. “You look beautiful.” He kisses me screwing up my gloss. “Come…I’ll walk you out.” He takes my hand and leads me out to the truck where Richard is waiting patiently.

  “Good morning Karisma. You look great today.” He says smiling.

  “Thanks Rich-. “ Jackson yanks my arm back and points to the car looking at Richard. He scurries around to the driver seat and gets in.

  “Go change…now.” He commands.

  I giggle. “You can’t be serious.” When I look up at him and see the tomato red face, I realize he’s very serious. “Jackson, we talked about this before…you can’t talk to me like that.” He goes back into his formidable intimidation stance. When is he going to learn that doesn’t work for me? “You have to stop this.” I walk over to him once again and wrap my arms around him. “Grab it.” He looks at me curiously but gladly grabs my butt, smiling. He’s such a man. “Others may look, but you’re the only one that can touch.” He squeezes it tighter and kisses me hard pushing me into him. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. I’ll see you soon.” He kisses me once more than releases me. I get in the car with Richard, who pulls off once he hears me click my seatbelt.

  “I’m sorry Richard. Jackson can be an ass.” I say giggling.

  He smiles at me through the rearview. “We’re good.”

  I walk out of the elevator, headed to my office and waving at Cindy on the way. “Good morning Michael.” I say as he puts my coffee on the desk.

  “Good morning.” He smiles taking my jacket and purse.

  “So, we better get started, there’s a long day ahead of us.”

  “Yes.” He sits down. “Let’s go through your schedule.

  “Objection your honor, can we please get to the point!” Mr. Anderson, the defense attorney, interrupts my testimony.

  “Your honor, this part of Miss Washington’s testimony goes to her state of mind at the time of the attack."

  “I’ll allow it.” Judge Reinhardt decides. I unfortunately glance at the defendant’s table and all the feelings I’ve suppressed over the past six months return. Before I know it tears are falling down my face.

  “Umm your honor, can we take a brief recess?” Mr. Simmons asks.

  “15 minute recess.” She says, hitting the gavel and making me jump. Mr. Simmons takes my hand and walks me out as Jenn and Alyssa follow. When Jackson sees me crying he stands and runs over to me. He's already upset he can't be in the courtroom because he's a witness.

  “What’s happened?” I lean on him and he swoops me up cross body and sitting us on the bench.

  “I don’t know…she just started crying.” Jenn says sitting next to Jackson, rubbing my hair as Lizzie kneels in front of us holding my hand. I continue sobbing into Jackson’s chest and I feel the anger rising through his shoulders. Oh no.

  “What the hell did you do?” he asks sternly to Mr. Simmons.

  “Mr. Turner, I tried to keep her calm.” He says nervously. Jackson has been giving him hell since he started prepping me.

  “I can’t tell…look at her!” he says louder.

  “Mr. Turner…I’m sorry but she’s gonna have to come back to the stand.” He says as calmly as possible. Uh oh, bad move.

  “Fuck you! She’s not going back in there!” he shouts. I look up at him, pulling his angry gaze away from Mr. Simmons. I watch the anger leave his eyes the longer he stares. I kiss him softly, making him smile.

  “Can you guys excuse us a moment?” I say softly, keeping my eyes on him. Lizzie and Jenn pull Mr. Simmons aside. “Baby, I have to do this.” I say to his worried blues. He doesn’t say anything. I pull his head down to me and kiss him softly again.

  “You’re the only person that can calm me so quickly. If you come out here crying again…you’re done.” He says with extremely serious eyes.

  “Deal.” He smiles and lets me down slowly. “I love you.”

  “I love you too baby.”

  I take out my compact from my purse and fix my makeup before I turn to Mr. Simmons.

  “You ready Karisma?” he asks taking my hand. I nod and we walk in just as the Judge comes back. Now on the stand Mr. Simmons brings me water and a box of tissues. I smile at him reassuring him that I’m good.

  “Are you good Miss Washington?” the Judge as
ks.

  “Yes…I’m good now.” I say smiling. She smiles and turns to the defendant’s table.

  “You’re on thin ice Mr. Anderson…Mr. Simmons you’re on.”

  “Okay Karisma. So you’re at work now. Start from late afternoon.”

  Finally around 3, I get a moment to breathe for twenty minutes. I sit back in my chair, facing the view of my office feeling undeserving and remembering our love making in my new car last night. “He knows me so well.” I whisper to myself smiling at my ring. “Michael,” I say pressing the intercom button “is Jackson free right now?”

  “Yes Karisma.” I jump up and grab a pair of underwear from my closet, stuffing them in my bra. I leave my office quickly heading to Jackson’s. Once there, he is on the phone so I go in, locking the door and closing the blinds. I turn to see him sitting in his chair on the phone watching me closely as I walk to him hastily standing in front of him. His blues looking at me confused as he leans back in his chair. Fuck it I don’t have time to waste. I slither my dress up and sit on his knees kissing his neck as I unzip his pants. Maybe now he’ll get the point. I pull his dick out and jerk it hard as he starts to stumble on the phone trying to rush the person off.

  “Karisma what’s gotten-“

  “Shut up and fuck me.” I snap. He growls and picks me up to his waist, pushing everything off his desk and laying me there. He rips my underwear as I knew he would and lets his pants fall to the floor. His eyes are steadfast, not saying a word and neither am I. He lines himself up with me, lifting my legs over his arms and rams into me.

  “Agh!” we shout in unison. He pounds into me, pulling me towards him with my legs. His grip is so tight my skin is turning red. I lean up on my elbows watching him salaciously enter me. I don’t want to rush it but I have to. I lick my fingers and rub my clit quickly.

  “Fuck yeah baby.” He says watching me. I rub harder and throw my head back as I start to vibrate. “Yes…cum on your dick baby.” My eyes shoot to him. Yes this is mine. I explode.

  “Shit!” I shout. He pounds into me faster making me lose it completely. “Fuck me harder!” His eyes shoot open and he flips me over, quickly bending me over his desk. He rams back in hard. “Agh!” he grabs my hands behind my back and pushes me firm against the desk with his pelvis pounding me with his engorged dick spreading me wide.

  “This whatchu wanted.” he says in a low deep voice.

  “Yes!” I shout. “Gimme my fuckin’ cum!” he pounds harder and faster until he tenses. He releases my hands and grips my ass cheeks.

  “Take it!” He shouts as I feel his dick pulsating inside me. He spins me quickly and pulls me to him kissing me hard. “What got into you?” He asks holding my head in his hands.

  “I just needed you inside me.” His blues stare into me making sure there’s nothing more. “I was admiring my ring.” He smiles and kisses me softly. “I have to go. I have a meeting.” I whisper.

  He pouts. “Did you just wham bam thank you ma’am me?”

  I laugh. “Yes…I guess so.” I slide from his grasp and run to his bathroom. I fix myself quickly, pulling my underwear from my breasts while he watches, already dressed. He chuckles. “I have to be prepared with you and your impatience.” I kiss him quickly and head out to the lobby to see if my next client is here.

  After my last client leaves it’s about six. Jackson has already left with Logan to go to his meeting outside the building.

  I peek over at the jury who look slightly amused by mine and Jackson’s rendezvous. Of course I wasn’t as graphic in my testimony. I figured you, the reader, would appreciate the candor more.

  “Okay Miss Washington…what time did everyone leave the building?” Mr. Simmons asks.

  “Well, Jackson left Healing House at 4:45 with Logan, I let Michael go after my last client at 6, but Richard was still there.

  “And who is Richard?”

  “Richard is my security. He stays with me while I’m working.”

  “And why does he stay with you all day?”

  “Because-.”

  “Objection! Relevance.” Mr. Anderson interrupts.

  “There is a point.” Mr. Simmons says.

  “I know and so does Mr. Anderson, he just wants me to hold him in contempt. Sit down!” Judge Reinhardt commands...I like this woman. Mr. Anderson, sits visibly annoyed. “Answer the question, Miss Washington.” She says reassuringly.

  “Well…my ex Kevin Matthews was on the run from the FBI and he had found out I helped their investigation.”

  “Miss Washington, please tell me how the defendant came into the picture that day.”

  “Well it started when I got hungry….”

  My stomach starts growling as I sit at my desk doing paperwork. Its six so I don’t want to eat anything heavy before dinner. I walk out of my office and down to the lobby where Richard was sitting. “Richard, can you do me a favor and go to the cafeteria to get me some fruit and a Diet Coke. I’m starving.” I ask smiling.

  “I don’t think Mr. Turner will be happy with me leaving you.” He says softly.

  “So we won’t tell him. Besides, you need a keycard to get in here at this hour. I’ll be fine.” He looks at me, weighing his options.

  “I’ll be right back.” I smile and nod before walking back to my desk. I sit waiting for Richard as I finish up the mound of paperwork. I hope I’m done by the time Jackson comes back. I hear Richard coming with the food.

  “Richard…that was quick.” I say continuing to write.

  “I’m not Richard.” My body fills with fear as I recognize the voice.

  “How did you get in here?” I ask to my desk, not wanting to look up.

  “You really made an enemy messing with Julia.” He says chuckling. I don’t understand, I’m sure Jonathan took her keycard. I finally look up at him, and there he is standing before me with a seriously angry look on his face. I stand, backing up as he approaches. Then I see it…the gun in his hand. My breathing slows and it feels like my heart stops beating.

  “What do you want Colton?”

  “Where is Kevin?” he asks inching closer.

  I shake my head frantically. “I dunno.” I say as fear becomes me and my eyes fill with tears. He points the gun at me.

  “Well…he’ll come out of hiding when he knows I have you! He knows too much!”

  “Please…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say crying. He briskly walks to me and grabs me by the hair, pulling me in front of him. I’m shaking uncontrollably thinking my life is over. Oh God…Jackson.

  “Walk!” he commands. My body freezes and I can’t move so he hits me on the head with what I assume is the butt of the gun. I fall to the floor as warm liquid falls down my face. I touch my head and my hand is full of blood. I start sobbing and begging for my life. “Get up!” he grabs me up and starts pushing me forward quickly.

  “Please…Kevin and I aren’t together, he won’t come.” I sob, trying to reason with him.

  “Are you kidding…the way he kicked my ass for even mentioning your name…he’ll come.” Then I remember the reason he came here in the first place was because of some fight. As we walk out I see Richard in one of the offices but Colton doesn’t. When we walk past him he jumps on Colton.

  “Karisma! Get outta here!” Richard yells. I run away down the hall hearing a gunshot but I don’t look back. I feel something hit me in my back and I fall quickly. I start to feel myself lose consciousness as I see Richard struggling, but I can't move. The elevator dings and I hear feet running. Everything's happening in slow motion as I hear my heart beating get louder and my breathing slower.

  “Karisma!” Jackson yells. I see Logan running to help Richard…another gunshot. “Oh my God…baby.” Jackson’s voice cracking as he picks me up, calling an ambulance. “Please…baby…stay with me.” He cries. I try to fight and keep my eyes open staring into his wet blues. “Oh baby…I’m sorry…God please.” Tears fall from my eyes as his tears hit my face and he rocks me like
a baby. “Karisma…I'm here baby.” He wipes the warm liquid that continues to fall down my face. “God please don’t take her too!” He continues to beg but I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

  “I love you.” I whisper and everything goes dark and silent.

  “And that’s all I remember.” I end my testimony, fidgeting.

  “Thank you Miss Washington. Now please is the person here that attacked you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Please point him out for the jury.” I raise my hand and point at the defendant confidently.

  “It was him, Colton Dean.”

  “Now please tell the jury what you remember next.”

  My eyes are heavy and blurry as I blink in the bright light in the room. I feel heaviness on my hand, so I look down to see the back of Jackson’s head. I look around the large hospital room that looks more like a suite and see Jonathan and Lizzie sleeping on the couch. I try to speak but I’m not able to get anything out. I raise my free hand to see and feel all the wires in me, and then move my other hand enough for me to get Jackson’s attention. He moves his head slowly as he scratches my hand with his fuzzy face. Oh my poor baby…he looks awful, I giggle in my head. I blink my eyes at him as he jumps up from his seat.

  “Karisma!” he shouts grabbing at my hand. He looks scared to touch me. He kisses my hand frantically. Crying. Jonathan and Lizzie run to my other side.

  “I’ll get the nurse.” Lizzie runs out.

  “How are you feeling?” Jackson asks. I just smile and nod knowing I won’t be able to talk. My throat just feels sore.

  “Can you speak?” Jonathan asks. I nod no. Jackson sits next to me, holding my hand tighter, sobbing. I wish I could tell him I’m ok. “I’m so sorry Kay…when I checked into him everything looked legitimate…I should’ve dug deeper.” Jonathan says putting his head down. I grab his hand and smile since that’s all I could do. The nurse comes in, moving Jonathan.

  “Karisma good to see you. Are you in pain?” I hadn’t even noticed I was until she said something. I nod yes. “Can you speak?” I nod no. “Okay don’t worry it’s to be expected. You’ve been out for two weeks. I’ll get the doctor.” Two weeks. Two weeks! No wonder Jackson is so emotional. When Lizzie returns and sees me she starts crying uncontrollably. Jonathan takes her out the room to give me and Jackson a moment. He sits staring at me with scared wet blues. I reach up and wipe the tears from his eyes as he finally smiles. I pucker my lips at him, wanting to feel his.