BOMBSHELL

by Xyla Turner

  I looked closer and saw that he was putting a diamond necklace around my neck. It was gorgeous and it sparkled. I knew it came from Tiffany’s and knew it cost an arm and a leg. I didn’t even ask. I just said, “Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

  And it was. Too beautiful to wear anywhere else.

  He rubbed my arms and asked, “Are you ready to go?”

  “Yes.” I said, “But I am nervous. This is a first for me.”

  “You’ll be fine. How was the spa?”

  “Relaxing, thanks again.”

  “Good.”

  We left and walked to the limousine where Joshua’s driver Daniel escorted us inside. Once we settled, Joshua asked me, “Have you had anymore thoughts about the three of us?”

  It took me awhile to understand what he was talking about, then I smiled and said, “Well, I have some other perspectives now and it seems that I was just scared of all this change coming at me so fast. One of the things that makes it funny is I’ve needed some change in my life and this,” I pointed to my stomach, “might be one of them. You have already blown my little cocoon to smithereens and whatever happens, I’ll be alright. I just need to let this,” I motion between him and my stomach again, “happen.”

  Joshua beamed. I couldn’t remember when I’d seen him light up like that before. He was already a gorgeous man, in that tux and that million dollar smile. Goddamn. What have I done to deserve this?

  He whispered, “I can’t wait to get you home.”

  I nodded, “Me neither.”

  Joshua and I arrived and as soon we got out of the car, cameras were flashing, microphones were in our face and security was ushering us inside the building. It was explained that the paparazzi was on the outside, but the more notable reporters were on the inside. There was literally red carpet. In all my excitement, I felt a little dizzy with all the lights flashing and people calling Joshua’s name, asking who I was, complimenting on my dress, glaring at me. I kept smiling and Joshua kept guiding me, until someone yelled, “Hey Joshua.”

  He stopped and looked to the side, then he smiled.

  “Hey man, where you been?” The man had a microphone in his hand, but a genuine smile on his face. There was a camera man behind him, but the guy shook his head no, so the man lowered the camera. When Joshua acknowledged him, he put the microphone down and went to do the one-arm hug thing. Joshua held on to me and gave him a half hug.

  “I’ve been around,” the man continued to smile and looked at me.

  “Samantha, this was my college roommate, Lance. Lance, this is the love of my life, Samantha.” I stuck out my hand to shake his hand, but he hugged me and said, “Damn, woman. You must be something else to snag the Stark.”

  I looked confused and Joshua said, “That was my nickname in college.”

  “Where you at now? Last I heard you were in California.” Joshua asked.

  “I’ve been here and there, but now I’m stationed in DC at the Washington Post.”

  “That sounds great, man. It’s so good to see you.” Joshua said then looked to me. I smiled and nodded. Joshua turned to Lance and said, “You want a quote?”

  Lance shook his head and said, “I wouldn’t do that.”

  “All the more reason why I trust you with this.” Joshua smiled.

  Lance looked at me and asked, “You don’t mind?”

  I shook my head and said, “If he trust you, I do.”

  Lance looked at me and said, “Do you have any sisters?”

  We all laughed. Lance extended the microphone to Joshua and motioned for the camera guy to start rolling. “So, besides the takeoff of the Stark, what else are you doing these days?”

  “Well, the Stark has come a long way, but right now I’m looking for rest. I’m about to settle down with the love of my life,” he turned to me and I smiled. “We are about to have a baby,” he announced.

  Oh shit. I knew he said ‘pu-blic’, but goddamn.

  “Oh, I know you are excited,” Lance chimed. “Does the love of your life have a name?”

  “Samantha Wilde of S&W Company. They are a top of the line company in the marketing industry and Kelly International partnered with them for the release of Stark.”

  “Wow,” Lance was awed. “So, now the man behind Kelly International is about to settle down and be a stay-at-home dad?”

  We all laughed, “Well, let’s put it this way, if she,” he nodded to me, “had anything to say about it, we’ll be on a schedule and the baby will be with us at work. So, stay-at-home mom and dad, probably not. A marketing/international baby speaking several languages,” he looked at me, “yes.”

  Lance laughed and said, “I wish you both the best of luck.”

  By the time we finished, other reporter’s saw that we stopped and were talking to Lance, so they came over. Joshua saw them and said, “Alright Lance, you have a card?”

  Lance beamed and pulled out his card, while Joshua handed him his. “I’ll be in touch,” Joshua said and guided me away from the incoming reporters.

  The gala was exquisite. We met all types of rich and famous people. Joshua never let me leave his side the entire time. He took me everywhere. We stayed for two hours and then we left. I assumed he made some important contacts, he made sure that I did. At the rate he was going, I would need to hire some more people quickly. There were so many people who said they could use a company like mine to help them. I’m under no illusion that they even know how good or bad we are, but if Joshua Kelly says you are good, then you must be or at least it’s one more step closer to being near the king of Kelly International.

  We arrived home and the first thing I did was take off my shoes. My feet were killing me. Joshua turned on the stereo, grabbed a water and sat on the couch with his legs open. I started walking towards him and he commanded, “walk slower.”

  At first I didn’t get what he was saying, then it hit me…he was ready! I was so pleased with him, I was ready for him to have it all, anyway he liked. So, I backed up, put my heels back on and sashayed slowly to him and danced to the music. He had Usher playing, Nice and Slow. What did this white guy know about Usher? I moved my hips to the beat and Joshua’s eyes had fire in them. I pulled up my dress on the right side and slowly put my foot on his knee, but gyrated slowly in front of him. He ran his hand up the back of my calf and I flexed it for him. I brought my leg down, turned around with my hands high in the air and swiveled my hips for him like I was twirling a hula hoop around my waist. My ass was in his face, so I hiked up my skirt and started to gyrate closer to the ground. This made me thankful for my pole dancing classes. I’d have to talk him into getting one installed. I don’t think I’d get any objections.

  As I slowly got back up, still facing away from him, I turned around and delicately let my dress drop from my shoulders. It pooled on the ground, leaving me in a red thong, brown nipple patches and my heels. Joshua was leaning back against the couch, his tux jacket was off and his top collar was unbuttoned. His hands were on his cock growing under his pants. I stepped out of the gown and made one step towards him, leaving about 2 feet between us. He grabbed his cock hard and growled. I continued to dance to the music, until it finished, then another song started by 112, Cupid. I loved this song, so I straddled him and sang the song in his ear.

  I started grinding his hard cock. It was so big. Joshua didn’t say one word, just grabbed my ass and guided me up and down. He bit my ear lobe, then nipped my neck. I grabbed both his ears and hit the high note in the song. He smacked my ass and I moaned. He was making me so hot. Between the music, his graciousness and that hard cock, I couldn’t wait for him to be inside of me. I was on fire. When Cupid finished, Maxwell, Fortunate, came on. The white boy had taste! He grabbed my thighs, lifted me and had me on my back on the couch. Joshua kissed my lips, then sang the song as he roamed my body with his eyes.

  Joshua took the patch off my left nipple and replaced it with his mouth. I grabbed his head and arched my back, so he could get all he wanted. While h
e was doing this, he was also grinding his hard cock near my center. I met his pace with my hips, increasing the friction. He growled and bit my nipple, “goddamn.”

  I moaned as he took the other patch off and licked my nipple. I held his head closer and screamed as the friction made me cum, hard. Joshua stopped sucking my nipple and moved down, passed my stomach, and looked up at me. Then he sang the part of the song, where Maxwell growls, “And I never sang a song with all my might” in his raspy voice.

  This man sang to me, I just came, so I was more than a bit emotional. I looked down at him near my thong and mouthed, “I love you.”

  He saw what I did and his eyes burned into mine as he ripped my thong off with his teeth. That was hot as shit. Joshua suddenly stood up, ripped off his shirt and tore off his pants and briefs. I put my finger in my mouth and started to suck on it. He moaned as he lowered his body to me and replaced my fingers with his lips. He kissed me hard and deep. I moaned on his lips. Joshua pulled away from me and said, “Mama, let me make love to you.”

  I leaned up and kissed his lips. He aligned his hard cock with my bare pussy and slid in slowly. I exhaled. He started stoking inside my tight channel, like he was trying to savor the moment. I met his slow movements and grabbed his ears. He pushed his hands under me, so that he could grip my ass. Joshua was pulling my lower half closer to him, so he could stroke long and deep. With each stroke he kissed my neck.

  “My baby,” he strained, “my heart, my love.”

  “Yes, Joshua,” I moaned.

  “Ahh, God, I love you.” he said hoarsely.

  I put my lips to his ear and whispered, “I love you too, honey.”

  He bit my neck and thrust back into me. “That’s it mama. Cum for me,” he groaned.

  Like I knew from the first time, the man was in control of my body, because sure enough, I started coming. I was panting heavily and buried my face in his neck. I scratched his back, which would leave red marks, I’m sure, but he was driving me crazy. I didn’t know what to do. He stopped gripping my ass, put one knee in the sofa and the other on the floor. Then he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them together.

  “You want to fuck them?” I asked seductively.

  “Ahh, fuck,” he said as he kept stroking inside my pussy.

  He squeezed them harder and pulled out. He moved higher on me, so his ass was right over my stomach and I pushed my titties together for him. He slid his cock between and he started fucking them. I put my mouth low, so I could lick the head when it came through the top of my breasts. His cock was that long, he knew how to work it and I love that he did.

  He started fucking them with earnest and I kept letting the head pop in my mouth. When his thrust started to get frantic, I knew he was about to cum, so I opened my mouth with my tongue out and waited for him to coat me with his juice. Holding on tighter, I smashed my breasts down towards my body, adding more pressure to his cock and he growled, then released over my face, my mouth and my breasts. I licked where I could reach and he groaned loudly.

  “Damn, mama. That was fucking hot.”

  I licked my lips one more time and said, “Yum.”

  He laid back on the couch, looking thoroughly exhausted. I was tired too, but I wanted to make sure he was satisfied. It was my idea for him to titty fuck me, but I didn’t know if he had other plans. He closed his eyes, so I got up to go to the bathroom and wipe my face and body clean. I heard the shower come on, so I turned around and saw he was naked.

  “Come on mama, let’s get you clean.”

  I stopped wiping my face and took off my heels. He lathered me in the shower, cleaned every part of me and I was content. This time, he allowed me to wash him as well. I think he liked this or he was just tired, because he had his arms outstretched on the shower wall, his head down and legs apart. Letting me clean him, like the king he was. I rather liked it as well.

  He looked so at peace.

  Chapter 23: Replacements

  JOSHUA:

  Last night was one of the best nights of my life. My woman was not only having my baby, but she told me she loves me and sang in my ear. That was hot as shit. I needed to get a realtor to start looking at houses in Maryland or Virginia. She wants to move out to the suburbs, so I will make that happen. It was Sunday and she was in bed sleeping still. I read that pregnancy makes you tired. Here I thought I was putting it on her so deep, put her butt to sleep, in the words of Ice Cube. Well, we’d see about that, when she wasn’t pregnant. I’d have to test this theory.

  I called my mom and dad, told them about the baby and our plans of moving forward. They were ecstatic and wanted to come visit us soon. I’d set a date for this once I spoke with Samantha about her schedule, which she would need to start rearranging. I did some research for a local Lamaze class and ordered a lot of books on babies and parenting. I think I was more hyped than she was.

  A phone rang in the distance, but it wasn’t mine. I ran to get it, because I didn’t want it to wake Samantha. It was her phone that she left in her clutch at the door. I answered the phone, “Hello.”

  There was breathing but nothing was said. I looked at the screen again, but it was a blocked number.

  “Hello,” I repeated.

  Nothing. Maybe they dialed by accident. I hung up and turned her phone on vibrate. It was 11:00 AM, so I called for lunch for her whenever she got up and I went to work out. An hour later, Samantha walked into the gym with my t-shirt on, looking like a truck hit her. I stopped stretching and went to her. “Baby, what’s wrong.”

  “Some man wore me out last night, that’s what.” She smiled.

  I smiled. “You sure it was the man and not the baby?” I asked.

  “I’m certain it was the man, the baby is only as big as a lemon.”

  I grabbed her neck and started to pull her to me, which she struggled, “Eww, you’re gross.”

  “I know, now we both need to take a shower, so you can clean me up again.” I smiled.

  She raised an eyebrow at me and said, “I’m down.”

  We entered the shower and after she cleaned me physically with my wash cloth and soap, she got on her knees and cleaned me out again. I think she loved this just as much as I did. The site of her kneeling in front of me, worshipping my cock with her mouth, and trying to take it all gutted me every time. I came hard in the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop. That was my good girl.

  I broached the subject of her moving in again with caution and ease, and to my surprise, she was on board. This shocked the hell out of me, because before this baby, she would come at me with guns blazing, singing the independent woman mantra. All she said this time was that she would go talk to her landlord, since her lease was up soon.

  Well, that was easy enough.

  We spent the day together, ate lunch and made love again. Then she broached me with the notion of her going home tonight, so she could have an evening alone and when she did move in, she’d like a room where she could go to and not be disturbed. That seemed fair enough. I knew she was an introvert, so she gained her strength by being alone and not being around other people. Being around other people, especially large groups drained her. I’ve seen it. She gets snippy and bitchy. Not a good look, especially with me. Which is why I consented with her being alone. I don’t like her going back to her place, but for now that is a place of comfort and she has work in the morning, so I agreed for the time being.

  She left and I felt a little lost. I didn’t have any local friends to speak of or people that I could trust enough to let close to me. I had my hired help, but their loyalty resides in me having their back and paycheck. There were a few guys in Maryland that were stand up guys, so I’d reach out to them and also Lance. He was another standup guy. I’d have to send business his way. I loved the fact that he didn’t try to monopolize on our relationship to advance his career. To me, that was someone I needed in my corner. Like Samantha. She didn’t even want the job I was offering, didn’t want a relationship or partnership. I
had to fucking persuade and twist her arms for both. That’s one of the reasons why I love her. She didn’t care whether I was a billionaire or leader of the free world. She’d dumped me, smacked me, left me, and I have no doubts she would cut me if I stepped out of line.

  I wish I would have known there was love like this, I would never have married that conniving bitch Alura, whose grandfather had the nerve to contact me after I pressed charges on her crazy ass. That call and all calls from that family, go straight to my secretary. The divorce was final, so there was nothing else to discuss.

  My cell phone rang, but it was a blocked number. Not too many people had this number, so I answered it. “Hello.”

  Nothing was said, just breathing. That was strange, the same thing happened on Samantha’s phone. My patience was about to get short and red flags were going up.

  “Hello,” I barked.

  Nothing but dead air. Fuck, I hung up and called Daniel. He was not only my driver, but bodyguard who specialized in communications. He could trace any call and my number was already on his target list.

  “Daniel, can you trace the last number that called me.”

  “Is everything alright, sir?”

  “I’m not sure, but I don’t have a good feeling.”

  “Okay, sir. Will do.”

  Daniel called me right back, “Sir, it appears the number was from near Ms. Wilde’s apartment. I’ve sent Larry over there now and I’ll be out front when you get down stairs.”

  The phone rang again. “Hello, Samantha.”

  A muffled voice answered, “No, it will die.” Then the line went dead.

  What the fuck!

  Alura:

  I’d give it to him, he sure knows how to pick them. First me, now her. I thought that whole, ‘I’m in love thing’ was a rue to get a divorce. Our marriage was kept a secret except in our town, but whatever, now he gets on national television and says he is going to settle down and that she is pregnant!

  Calm down Alura, you are a lady. A lady never gets hysterical.

  I kept chanting this to myself. I was in love with a man who not only didn’t love me, but loved another woman and she was pregnant with his child. I had been pregnant with his child and I lost it and so will she. I’m not crazy, I’m not going to kill her, but if I can’t have his child, neither will she. Over my dead body.