Urban Love Prophecy

by Jessica Ingro

  “Why put off for later what we can do now?” I whispered as my hips moved subtly against him.

  I knew he didn’t care if we had sex right here, right now. And at that moment neither did I. A person’s imagination is a powerful thing and for weeks mine was in overdrive thinking about having sex with him.

  “Good girl gone bad. I approve.”

  Jay pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist and slipped his finger under my lacy panties. “My girl’s always ready,” he praised.

  I nodded and bit my lip when he slipped the finger inside me and pumped a few times.

  “Take me out,” he instructed as he continued to fuck me with his skilled digit.

  It was really hard to concentrate as he worked magic between my legs, but I was determined to free him so that he could give me something even more amazing. My hand pumped his hot, hard length as soon as he was freed.

  Rising up on my knees, he held my panties to the side as I guided him to my opening and slowly lowered down over him. Our gazes locked when I did—blue eyes meeting green—and in that instant I knew I was going to give him what he wanted by moving in with him. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.

  Being with him was all I needed. I was going to dedicate my life to him no matter what life threw our way. Walking away from him before nearly killed me. I believed that Jay would be true to his word and work tirelessly not to put me through that hell again. I couldn’t look back. I could only move us forward. He was right, life was short and we needed to go for it.

  “Harder,” I whispered as my hips slammed down with as much force as I could manage. My one hand gripped the door while my other hand used the console for leverage.

  “Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer,” he cursed.

  “Me either.” I reached down my blouse and tweaked my pebbled nipples, making myself gasp. “Right there! Yes!”

  My orgasm slammed into me, blinding me with its exquisiteness.

  As I bucked through each spasm, Jay planted my hips down on him and I felt his cock twitching with his release.

  Spent, I leaned back against the steering wheel and the horn sounded. I jumped and started laughing at my blunder. God only knew what Jeff’s house staff must be thinking right then.

  “Jay?”

  “Yeah, baby.” His hands tenderly stroked my thighs. He was still inside me, and I was reluctant to move. Ever.

  “Whatcha doin’ tomorrow?” I cocked my head to the side innocently.

  He shook his head at my flirtatiousness and gifted me with a gorgeous smile. “Whatever you want. Although I have a feeling I might be walking into a trap.”

  “Would I do that?” I couldn’t keep my lips from twitching.

  “Yeah… why don’t you tell me what you got in that pretty head of yours?”

  “Well, I was hoping you’d come by with the boys and move my stuff back to your house.”

  “This for real?”

  I nodded eagerly and ran my hands through his hair again. “I missed you,” I whispered.

  “Always keeping me guessing. That’s how I know we’ll work. ‘Cause I’ll never tire of trying to figure your sassy ass out.” He grabbed said ass and squeezed.

  “Hey! None of that. You’ve got to get to work,” I lectured.

  He chuckled at that. “You didn’t care about the meeting I was late for when you screwed my brains out.”

  “Nope. I didn’t, but I do now.” I slowly moved off him and back to my seat. “Kiss me.”

  He placed a hot, wet kiss on my mouth. I pulled back and smiled. “Love you.”

  “Love you too.” His hand cupped my cheek before pulling back. “I’ll see you later.”

  “Later.”

  My mystery and I gift walked to the door. I turned back and gave him a flirty little wave as he drove off.

  “Well gift. Let’s find out what you are,” I muttered to the box.

  No better time than the present. Pun intended.

  * * *

  The blue box sat in the center of my bed. I stared at it for several long minutes trying to work up the strength I needed to open it. My fingers itched to tear open the package. I was dying to know what was inside. I was also afraid to open it. I was just starting to feel like it was okay to move on. My grief was no longer choking the life from me. What if whatever was inside this box made me lose it again? Maybe I should have taken Jay up on his offer to be with me when I did it.

  I sat on the bed and picked up the box, weighing it in my hand. With shaky hands, I carefully pulled the ribbon off and lifted the lid. Inside the box was a light blue ceramic bird with darker blue specks and veining, resting in a bird’s nest. The body of the bird had a hole with a piece of rolled up paper going through it.

  It was a delicate work of art. Clearly handcrafted, I imagined that each bird was made with love. That was how beautiful it was.

  I lifted the bird from its home and studied it. What made him give me a bird?

  The tag inside noted it was a messenger bird. Hmmm… I pulled the paper from the bird’s belly and unrolled it. I held my breath, and my lips trembled as I read the elegantly written words.

  No matter how far I may be, I will always be with you. Love never dies.

  Overcome with emotion, I clutched the bird to my chest and wept from both grief and love. My father had showered me with plenty of gifts over the years, but this messenger bird was the most meaningful gift I had ever received. It was as if he knew what I would need from him when the day did come that he left this world and became an angel watching over me.

  Sooner than I expected, my tears subsided, leaving me with a few sniffles. I carefully rolled the paper back up and slipped it into its home. Then I set it on the nightstand where I could continue to look at it. After I moved back to Jay’s I was going to have to find the perfect spot for it so that I could keep my father close forever.

  Now it was time to start packing. It was a good thing I didn’t get through a good portion of my stuff to begin with. I guess my sub-conscious always knew I’d end up back where I belonged.

  Chapter Thirty

  “Tori!” Jazzy shouted at the top of her lungs as she raced down the stairs. Her body collided with mine and I took a step back from the impact.

  “Hi, sweetie!” Setting down my bags from the market, I twisted from side to side as I hugged her. Her legs swung through the air, making her little girl giggles amplify.

  “I missed you!” She continued shouting.

  “Aww, I missed you too. Thank you so much for my gift. It was very thoughtful of you. I see you’re feeling better.” I set her down on her feet. Taking her hand we walked into the family room and sat on the couch together. The fresh vegetables and other items I picked up at the farmer’s market today could wait until I had time to catch up Jazzy.

  “I threw up,” she announced, and I fought my instinct to gag whenever I thought about puking. “I’m good now.”

  “I’m glad. What do you want to do today?” It was the day after Jay moved me back into his house. I had gotten up early to go to the store so that I could make a nice dinner tonight. With this being Jazzy’s first time with both of us since the incident with Monica, I thought it would be good for us to spend a special day with her.

  “Ummm…” She looked to the ceiling, deep in thought. “Can we go to the movies? I want to see The Legends of Oz.”

  I laughed as her energy level ratcheted up a notch and she bounced in her seat.

  “Oh! That movie looks good! We’ll go after lunch. How’s that?”

  “Yay!” She shouted.

  “Where’s your dad?” I asked her. There was something I needed to take care of before he surfaced.

  Jazzy pointed towards the direction of Jay’s office. “He’s on the phone.”

  “Good,” I murmured. My mind became lost on the package in one of the grocery bags.

  “Do you want to play a game with me?” Head cocked to the side she looked so damn cute. It was hard to re
sist her.

  “After I put the groceries away we can play.” I stood and headed towards the bags I had left in the entryway.

  “Can I help you?” Jazzy followed closely on my heels.

  “Sure thing, sweetie.”

  We walked towards the kitchen. She hefted the smallest bag, and I watched as it precariously started tipping the longer she had it in her hands. Just as the peppers were about to spill over I swooped in and saved them. My triumph didn’t last long, however, because the bag ripped under the stress of my tight grip and all the contents tumbled to the ground.

  “Oh no!” Jazzy cried out and began scrambling around to pick everything up.

  I, too, got on my hands and knees picking up rogue peppers, pickle jars and apples.

  Spying the lone plastic bag that held a very secret item in it, I changed course from a cucumber and speed crawled towards the bag. Just as I was about to reach for it, a pair of Adidas sneakers entered my line of sight, cutting me off from reaching my destination.

  I looked up a tall pair of jean-clad legs, further up past a baggy t-shirt to a smirking, beautiful face. Shit.

  “What’s this?” Jay asked. His long, deft fingers hooked the handles of the bag and held it up in front of him. I swallowed hard not wanting him to see the bag’s contents.

  “It’s nothing.” I tried to sweep the bag from his grasp, but he pulled it away. Then I watched in horror as he pulled it open and looked inside. He looked up and his eyebrows rose so high they were practically in his hairline. Looked like the cat was out of that bag.

  “I’m late,” I quickly explained. “It’s probably just stress, but I wanted to be sure.”

  “Jazzy, why don’t you take your iPad and go play that game you like.” She took her father’s suggestion and raced from the room.

  I laughed awkwardly and played it off. “It’s no big deal. Really.”

  “You gonna be my baby mama?” His hand rested on my stomach, and he gave me an endearing look that made my chest ache in a really good way.

  “I don’t know whether I should be offended or laugh at that statement.” I tried to pull away when he wrapped me up in a tight embrace.

  “Jazzy was an accident, and I’ve never regretted her. Not for one second of her nearly six years on this planet. But with you, I want to plant my seed in you and watch it grow.”

  God, I loved it when he said such sweet things.

  “You aren’t at all freaked out about this? We’ve been together for like a second,” I reminded him.

  “When you know, you know. I’ve gone through my share of relationships.” I gave him a questioning look. Relationships? Really? He chuckled. “Okay, women. When you have that day-to-day existence with someone where you’re happy and you love her, and unexpected shit comes up you embrace it. Not run from it.”

  “It’s probably nothing anyway. I have been under a lot of stress lately.”

  “Why don’t you go take it and we’ll know?” He gestured towards the half bath off the kitchen.

  “Fine, but if it’s positive I don’t want you thinking you have to marry me or anything.”

  “I don’t want to get married again.” Ouch. Well, that hurt. Maybe it was time we had a conversation about our future.

  “You don’t?”

  “Nah. Not after the last trip I was on with that shit.” Sensing my disappointment, he said. “I don’t need a piece of paper to show you that I love you.”

  “No. That isn’t what marriage is about though. It’s about announcing your commitment to another person and showing her and everyone else that you’re a family now and that you want that family to eventually grow.” I pointed down towards my stomach.

  “T, I am committed to you. To us. I plan on spending the next eighty years together if we’re blessed to have that long. Does it matter that your last name changes? To me it doesn’t. As long as I’m breathing, you’re going to be it for me, and I’m going to be sure to treat you like my queen.”

  I knew what he was saying was true, but it was so hard to imagine letting go of little girl dreams and ideals. I briefly wondered if I’d be settling and regret it down the road. I didn’t want to fool myself into believing that he might change his mind. That usually led to disappointment and heartbreak. It all boiled down to what I could ultimately live with. If I had to choose between a wedding with someone else or a life with Jay, there was no contest. There was no way I could live a life without him and truly be happy.

  “Truth be told, I always imagined I’d have a big wedding after which we’d ride off into the sunset. That being said, you’re right. I don’t need a piece of paper or a new name as long as I have you. It wouldn’t be the same without my mom there to help me prep and my dad to walk me down the aisle anyway.”

  “You sure you’re okay with that?”

  “Yes. Sometimes in life dreams change. I never dreamed I’d be in love with the bad boy, king of hip-hop, but I am. So… I guess it can’t be all that bad.”

  “That doesn’t sound very convincing,” he argued.

  “I have a lot on my mind. Right now I’m okay with it. I’m not sure what the future will hold, but we’ll work through it together if it turns out I’m not. It isn’t an option for us not to be together.” My voice was resolute when I told him that.

  Relief flashed across his beautiful face. “You know I love you, right?”

  “I do. Now I should probably take this test and find out one way or the other. Jazzy is hot to trot to go to the movies after lunch.”

  He let me go and five minutes later I was staring at a negative test. Relief and sadness flowed through me. A part of me knew I wasn’t, but another part of me really hoped I was. Jay and I would make a beautiful baby. It just wasn’t our time, which was probably for the best. We had plenty of time to build our family.

  Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.

  “Could be wrong,” Jay said after he looked over my shoulder at the test.

  “Doubt it.”

  “When we’re out later, we’ll pick up another one. You can take it in the morning.”

  “No. If it doesn’t come in the next few days, I’ll take another one then.”

  “Whatever you want. How about we go to Voss’ for lunch before the movie? Treat my girls to some ice cream?” He placed a kiss to my cheek. I loved how he was always kissing me. It made me feel loved.

  “I’d like that.” Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his neck. My head veered to the side and I kissed along his jaw and up to his ear. Biting down on his lobe, I laved it with my tongue afterward.

  “You’re playin’ with fire,” he warned. I laughed and threw the test in the garbage can.

  I left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. I moved over to the island where the salvaged groceries now sat.

  “I’m not scared. What do you think about maybe getting a puppy? A cute little fluffy retriever or something? I bet Jazzy would love it,” I threw in for good measure. If I couldn’t have a baby, a sweet little puppy to love on would help ease the disappointment.

  “No.”

  “But, please,” I used my pouty voice.

  “No.” He laughed and then started to walk away.

  “Where are you going?” I called out to his retreating back.

  “I’ve got to get away from you ‘cause you’re good at getting my thoughts tangled. You’re over there leaning against the counter, sticking your cleavage in my face, trying to get in my head. I need to get away from you and your womanly wiles before I run out and buy you a damn puppy.”

  I laughed long after he disappeared around the corner. I’d show him womanly wiles.

  * * *

  Have you ever stared at a man and pictured his long, hard cock? And then imagined climbing on said cock and taking it for a ride? That was what I was doing with Jay right now, and the fact that he was being all powerful Mr. CEO, just made me want to do it all the more.

  We were in a room backstage at Plado’s opening show for his
North American tour. Jay was giving the roadies who fucked up the installation of the sound system earlier the what-for. It was hot. A turn your insides to mush, wet your panties, and leave you panting type of hot. I loved the way he made grown men’s eyes widen in fear. It made me want to widen my legs for him.

  God, I sounded like such a slut. I couldn’t help it though. My imagination was running rampant with visions of riding that long, thick, beautiful piece of meat between his legs. Coming hard as he bites my neck like the stallion he is.

  I needed to step away from the almighty and powerful CEO before I rubbed against him like I was in heat.

  Rounding the corner of the hall, I ran head first into Keesha.

  “Oh my God! I’m so glad you’re here!” I told her with a hug. We both stepped to the side to let a few people pass by.

  “What’s up?” She asked.

  “Can you teach me how to braid Jazzy’s hair?” I begged her.

  “That’s an odd request, but I think I can.”

  “Fantastic! She asked me yesterday if I’d do her hair and I immediately panicked. So instead of braids she got a poufy ponytail on top of her head. She liked it, but next time I want to be able to give her what she wants,” I gave her the rundown on my failure at hair care. It was rather disappointing. Especially for a former pageant girl.

  Keesha laughed and shook her head. “Yeah. Next time she’s over let me know and we’ll make a date out of it. Where is everyone?”

  “Well Jay is making grown men shit their pants. Jerome and Mike are off doing God knows who and Plado is in his dressing room primping like the prima donna we know him to be.”

  “Sounds about right. I’m gonna go catch up with Plado and make sure there’s nothing he needs.” She licked her lips and stared at his closed door.