SomedayMyGoodOleBoyWillCome

by AliyahBurke

  “I came to see you. Why are you watching Jacey’s kid?”

  Derek crossed his arms and held her gaze. “Because I’m his father.”

  Shelby’s mouth moved a few times but nothing came out. Her blue eyes darted between him and the boy he watched in his peripheral vision. A grating, nervous laugh left her. “Stop joking, Derek.” He arched a brow but remained silent. “Oh my God. Are you seriously telling me you’re claiming parentage of that stuttering idiot?”

  His muscles flexed. “Shelby. You ever say anything like that again and I will forget I don’t hit women,” he bit off, shaking with anger.

  Her eyes widened before she cut her gaze to Caleb then back to him. “You’re serious. You and Jacey?” She sounded so full of disbelief.

  “Dead serious. Oh yeah, me n’ Jace. Many, many times.” He stepped closer. “And Shelby…the same thing applies if you bad mouth Jace as well.” Derek turned and walked back to where Caleb sat, doing his best not to seem like he was watching. “Any bites yet?”

  “Not yet.”

  Derek sat down, absently patted Shadow, and picked up his pole.

  “She’s leaving,” Caleb commented.

  “I told you, this is our day.”

  “Could Mama stay?”

  “Is she here?” He snapped his head around. Only his car sat there.

  “No. I…I just wondered.”

  “If your mom wanted to stay that would be fine by me.”

  “Uncle Carson said you and Mama grew up together.”

  He cast his line back out. “We did.”

  “Did you fish together, like we are?”

  “Yes. We did a lot of things together.” Derek watched the smile on his son’s face and continued to regale him with tales of the things he and Jacey had done growing up. They caught some fish which they ate for lunch. Then Derek got them ready for the rehearsal and dinner after.

  Caleb stood beside him, dressed in a suit. Across the room Carson fidgeted in his, and even Honey seemed uncomfortable.

  “How you doing, sport?” Derek asked.

  “Warm.”

  Derek straightened his tie and smiled. “I think that’s what Carson is thinking.”

  “He’s very fidgety.”

  “That he is,” Derek agreed with a slight laugh.

  Carson harrumphed and walked to where they stood. “Why aren’t you, Caleb? You have to be hot too.”

  “Mama says Marines don’t fidget.”

  Derek choked back his laughter. The look on Carson’s face made it even harder.

  “We’re not Marines,” Carson told him.

  Derek watched as his son lifted his chin in challenge and held Carson’s gaze. “I will be one.” Caleb’s words were uttered with absolute determination.

  Pride swamped him. “Come on, you two. We can’t be late for the rehearsal.” They all loaded in the GTO and headed for town. At the church, Derek watched as Caleb ran to his mother and jumped into her arms. I wish I could do that too, Caleb.

  Jacey wore a pale purple, flowing, gauzy dress which stopped at her knees. She wore black heels and he could see the Ankh anklet on her right leg. The dress had a plunging neckline and he saw the onyx spade lying against the smooth skin of her chest. He licked his lips as desire flowed through his veins and walked toward her. Caleb was talking a mile a minute when he neared but all his attention was upon Jacey. A gentle smile curved up her mouth while she listened to her son. Derek groaned softly when she turned her gaze to him and winked.

  “Hang on, Caleb. I can’t wait to hear everything you did but right now, I have to go to work.”

  “Honey’s wedding?”

  “That’s right, so you stay with Derek, okay? Keep an eye on me and let know if I can do anything better, all right?”

  “Okay, Mama.”

  Derek grinned and took Caleb’s hand. Sitting in the pew, Derek watched the rehearsal. His gaze remained transfixed on Jacey, standing up there with four other bridesmaids. He lingered over her body. Her thick hair had some large corkscrew curls in it. Jacey.

  Staring at her face, he took in her expression. He knew, only because he knew his Jacey, that she was bored. And that wasn’t all. He knew she was thinking about the Turner situation. What did you uncover, Jace?

  Her burst of laughter dragged his mind off its wandering path. She and Mary Lou were laughing and trying desperately to stop. Finally it was reined back under control and the rehearsal continued. After it was over, everyone began heading toward Rosie’s for the dinner. Derek stood with Caleb by Jacey’s mode of transportation. He grinned as she walked towards them. It grew wider when he witnessed the raw hunger in her eyes.

  “Riding with me?” she asked.

  “If that’s okay with you.”

  “Let’s go.”

  When they arrived at Rosie’s, Caleb jumped out but waited beside the Jeep and Derek grabbed her arm. She looked at him, brow raised.

  “We need to talk, princess.”

  “Later,” she said.

  Derek drew her close and wrapped an arm around her waist, refusing to step away and that’s how they entered the diner. Derek claiming his woman and his child to everyone there. He knew they were the object of many stares. And that made him smile arrogantly. That’s right. This is my family. Derek made sure to seat himself near Jacey. In fact, Caleb was between them. He laughed and talked with those around him. All the while he kept an eye on the woman of his dreams.

  He went back to her house and helped put Caleb to bed. Then he joined Jacey out on the back porch.

  “Come with me, princess,” he ordered softly.

  She walked beside him and he led her to the wide field behind her childhood home. He stopped about halfway across the meadow and gathered her close in his arms. Derek’s eyes drifted shut as he and Jacey stood there and slowly began to sway to music only they could hear. Under the moon’s gentle glow, while night’s dew settled upon the thick fragrant blades of grass, Derek Moser danced with the woman who owned him, heart, body, and soul. Jacey Damia Thompson.

  After a while, Derek swept her up in his arms and carried her to the tree house they’d played in all those years ago. He followed her up. Jacey sat cross legged and ran a hand through her unconfined hair.

  “I remember it a little bigger,” she commented in a whisper.

  “Me, too,” Derek agreed. He forced himself to keep his hands to himself. “What’d you find out?”

  She nudged him with her barefoot. “So sure I went snooping?”

  “I know you, princess.” Derek sat quietly while she filled him in. Anger grew in the pit of his stomach and they sat in silence while he digested what she’d just told him.

  “Damn you, Derek.” Her curse skated across the air.

  He frowned wishing he could see her face better. “What did I do?”

  She didn’t say anything, but soon she’d straddled him and placed them nose to nose.

  “I need you,” her admission was raspy.

  His cock swelled immediately. “Jace,” he croaked out.

  “Shut up, Derek.” Her body rubbed against his.

  With a low growl he sank his hands deep into her hair and began delving deep into her mouth. His tongue aggressively taking what he wanted. Jacey met his urgency with one of her own. Her hands tore at his shirt, sending the buttons to scatter over the wood floor. Derek moaned when her nails raked his chest.

  Flipping them, he pressed her back against the unforgiving hardness of the floor. Derek ripped her panties and thrust two fingers deep into her wet pussy.

  “Ahhh!” she screamed arching her hips. “Derek!”

  He swiftly undid his pants, withdrew his fingers, and replaced them with his cock. Her heat pulled him in. Balls deep in her, Derek released a hiss of pleasure. “Fuck,” he uttered harshly.

  “Perfect idea.” Her retort was as guttural as his had been.

  Jacey undulated against him and he got the message. Back and forth he stroked, her tight slit holding him like onl
y she could. He put his head near hers and nibbled along her neck as he continued to power within her. She kept up with him, her hands gripping his shoulders digging into the flesh.

  “Derek,” she gasped.

  “Don’t fight it, princess. Let it go,” he coaxed. His balls were tightening and he knew he wasn’t going to be lasting much longer. Derek couldn’t help it, Jacey robbed him of any and all control. She writhed and her mewls grew louder and higher pitched.

  “Please…Derek…I…need…”

  “Me too, princess. Come for me, all over my cock.” He delivered the command with a bite to her neck.

  Her internal muscles rippled along his shaft. Derek’s balls tightened even more. He grunted and increased his speed, Jacey panted harder. She came with a scream and he followed with a low roar as he erupted deep within her, his seed coating her womb. Arms shaking, he pressed a light kiss to her full lips and pulled out of her. Pants zipped but still unbuttoned, Derek drew her close, keeping them on the floor. No energy to get up and move to the bed in there.

  Jacey curved her body against his. One leg draped over his and a hand rested upon his bare chest, her fingers moving in aimless circles over his muscles. Derek stared out the window at the moon shining through the trees. Her warm body along his and the air sweet with the scent of night.

  “Jace,” he whispered after lying in silence for a while, one hand slipping up along her smooth thigh.

  She rocked against him and sucked lightly on his neck. Derek felt himself stir and grow rigid once again. She slid her hand down to cup him through his slacks. Kissing her way down his chest she continued to rub him, alternating between light and firm touches.

  Derek groaned when she nipped his nipple before laving it with her tongue. Jacey’s soft hair teased his skin. Further and further she drifted and harder and harder he grew. Her warm breath blew along his waist while her hands slowly tugged down his zipper. She stopped and he released a frustrated growl.

  “Jace, don’t tease me—”

  “Shhh.” She moved up his body until he heard her whisper in his ear. “Don’t make a sound.”

  Derek’s desire washed away at her tone. Lying there, he listened while she moved soundlessly off him. There was a slight noise which reached him but Derek couldn’t identify what it was for sure. Jacey touched his chest in series of patterns and he got the message. Six men were moving through the woods near them heading toward the field. Anger filled him when he realized what sat at the other end of the pasture.

  Stay here, she signaled. He could barely make it out in the muted light.

  Derek moved to the door and frowned as he picked up her dress. What the hell is she doing in nothing but her bra and panties? Torn ones at that. Before he could wrap his head around that, she popped up before him and eased herself back into the tree house.

  “What’s going on?” he questioned as he stared at her in a black shirt and pants.

  “Give me your belt.” He hesitated. “Damn it, Derek. These pants are too big, give me your belt.”

  Even as he pulled it off he asked again, “What’s going on?”

  “Let’s go.”

  Derek followed her down to the ground where he discovered an unconscious man. Fear slithered up his spine. “Jacey.”

  “Get to my house, Derek. As fast as you can.”

  Hell no! “I’m going with you.”

  “No.” She took a knife from the silent man and slit the legs of the pants she wore.

  He snarled. “What do you mean no?”

  In the spotted light, he stared down at her. Jacey picked up the 9mm and chambered a round. The noise ominous in the night air.

  “You have something far more important to do.”

  “Then keeping you safe?” he hissed with disbelief.

  Jacey stood and Derek nearly stepped back from the cold expression she wore. She licked her lips and for a brief second, her appearance softened.

  “Go to my house,” she said, pressing the gun into his hand. “Stick to the woods but go fast. Protect our son, Derek. Protect our son.”

  Jacey slipped off before he could say anything. Staring at the gun in his hand, Derek pushed Jacey out of his mind, well aware she could handle herself. He had to get to his son.

  And he began to run.

  Anger surged through Jacey as she ran low and fast through the field. Too far. The bastards have gone too far. The clouds offered more cover while she moved. Men with guns were heading towards the place her son lay sleeping. Gripping the blade, Jacey gained swiftly on the last man, moving in the staggered formation. He went down, silently, and the one before him followed. There was no mercy in her. The other three turned and charged her. Jacey fought hard, but after taking one more man down pain exploded through her skull and everything went black.

  When she came to, Jacey found herself tied tightly and uncomfortably to a wooden chair in the middle of a mostly dark room. Her head pounded and she had severe cottonmouth.

  “Well, well. You’re awake.”

  “Where am I?” she rasped, testing the binds on her wrists. Her arms ached from the position they were in behind her back. Not that her legs felt any better, spread wide so her ankles could be secured to the chair’s back legs.

  “Come on, honey,” a man drawled. “We’re gonna ask the questions. Much more fun that way.” He rose and walked toward her. Big and burly with a sadistic gleam in his watery brown eyes. “Won’t that be fun?” The question came while he withdrew a knife and dragged the flat of his blade down her cheek.

  She worked hard biting back the sarcastic remark which dangled from the tip of her tongue. So instead she shivered like she was scared. His dark chuckled filtered around her.

  “Leave her alone. You can play later. I need answers first.”

  Disgust rippled along her skin and Jacey lifted her head to see David Turner, Sr., plenty of hatred lining his expression as he glanced at her. He grabbed another chair and straddled it, resting his skinny arms on the back, and stared at her.

  “See, I was really hoping you’d keep your black ass out of this. But you…you created a change in that stupid bitch my son is going to marry. Enough that she’s begun having doubts. That’s just not acceptable.” He sighed. “So, I need to know what you do and who you told.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Don’t play this game with me.” He shook his head. “I’ll leave you alone with the one of the boys here and see if he can’t loosen up that tongue of yours.”

  He left without a look back. One of the two remaining men walked up close and Jacey recognized him from the rehearsal. He was David’s best man. His lewd, cold gaze stared down at her. Trevor something. Why can’t I remember his last name? He reached out, trailing his hand down the side of her face before picking up her pendant in his fingers. With a jerk he snapped the chain and held up the onyx spade.

  “Give it back,” Jacey demanded.

  He grinned and stuffed it into his shirt pocket. “What’ll you give me for it?”

  Your life. “It’s mine.”

  “You don’t need jewelry when you’re dead.”

  Another man entered and said, “Get going.” His voice put dread into her and she didn’t know why.

  Trevor faced her, grabbed his crotch, and said, “Until later.”

  “Where am I?” she asked the man left to watch her, trying to figure out what it was about him which bothered her so.

  “Disneyland, sweets. Didn’t you know I’m about to make all your dreams come true?”

  Revulsion filled her. “Where’s my son?”

  “See now, if you cooperate, he’ll live.”

  Derek, please have gotten to him in time. “Let me see him!” she hissed.

  “Nawh. Don’t think so.” He stepped closer and jerked her head back by her hair. “You, tell me what I want to know.”

  His hot, putrid breath fanned her face and Jacey fought not to gag. She whipped her head forward, smashing her skull
into his face. She felt her skin split open but didn’t care.

  “Bitch!” He backhanded her and sent her flying back, the chair falling over. “You fucking bitch!”

  Jacey could see him spit out blood from his busted lip. Her arms screamed in agony from landing on them. Come on, you fuck, get my legs free. He pulled a knife and stood over her prone body. One-handed he lifted her and the chair back upright. Then he cracked her in the jaw. Tears sprang from the pain but she refused to cower. She lifted her chin defiantly and spit out blood of her own mouth.

  “That all you got?” she taunted.

  He punched her again and the chair crashed back to the floor. Breathing hard, Jacey waited for him to lift her up again.

  “What time is it?” she asked, expelling more blood from her mouth.

  “Why? Somewhere to be?”

  “The wedding.”

  “Yeah…I’m thinking you’re going to miss that.” She stared at him. “What?”

  “Just wondering what you did to get left behind to babysit me.”

  “If you feel like talking then tell me what you know and who you told.”

  “Why don’t you tell me? If I’m going to be killed what harm can it do?”

  She tugged on her wrist and relief flooded her when she felt the give, however slight it was. Working fast but carefully so as not alert her jailer, she strained against the ropes binding her. They cut into her skin and she could feel the blood gathering, making them both slick and sticky.

  He sat before her, straddling the only other object in the room she could see and began to clean under his fingernails with his knife. “I don’t think so. See, I know you, Jacey. I know what you can do.”

  Fear began to sink into her bones. She remained neutral with her expression. “Anyone with a computer can figure that out. Big deal, so you know I perform security checks on bases.”

  He laughed, low and menacing. “Not what I meant.” Standing, he moved the chair closer and sat back down again. “I’m talking about your real job.”

  “That is my real job.”

  He clucked disapprovingly. Using the knife he began flicking off the buttons on her shirt. “I shouldn’t be surprised you don’t remember me. You never even saw me, just looked right through me.”