Yield to Love

by Chanta Jefferson Rand

  “Oh!” she gasped.

  He didn’t give her time to get used to his girth. He just started pumping, moving in and out like a jackhammer. He couldn’t slow down if he wanted to. This sweet pussy had his name on it.

  “Rub that clit,” he told her. “Stroke that clit for me.”

  She purred like a cat and began fondling her clitoris. He reached under the robe to caress her breasts. When he rolled the hard pebbles between his thumb and forefinger, Marlowe groaned with pleasure. She started stroking her clit faster, and he increased his rhythm to match.

  All too soon, a familiar heat built up inside him again. Never in his wildest dreams did he think sex with any woman would feel this good. “Damn,” he ground out, “I’m coming again.” His balls slapped hard and fast against the back of Marlowe’s ass, the loud noise echoing in the night air. He was sucked into this feeling, helpless to slow down. The force of his body rocked against hers. Her pussy was slippery, leaving a white, creamy fluid coating his dick. He slid back and forth inside her, increasing his pace, stroking deep and hard.

  “Yes! Yes!” she shouted. Then she screamed out something unrecognizable as she reached her peak.

  He held on as long as he could, but a blast of heat rocketed through him, crumbling his resolve. He growled as he erupted for the second time, catapulting toward a mind-numbing orgasm. Marlowe’s slick walls gripped him, pulsating wildly as she drained every last drop from him. It took him a few minutes for his racing heartbeat to calm down.

  As he withdrew from Marlowe’s sweet warm haven, his heart sank. It was then that he realized he’d ridden bareback.

  No condom!

  A sinking feeling mingled with the ebbing vestiges of his amazing orgasm. That’s what Marlowe had been trying to tell him. She’d yelled out ‘no condom!’

  Fuck!

  They’d just had unprotected sex.

  FOURTEEN

  Marlowe stared at herself in the mirror of the villa’s bathroom. She didn’t look pregnant. She didn’t feel pregnant. How soon after fertilization could a woman feel pregnant? Penny told her she knew the moment of conception when she and her husband conceived on their honeymoon. While romantic, Marlowe thought that was a bunch of bullshit. She wished there was some way for her to know right now.

  The last time she’d had unprotected sex was in high school. Her period was three weeks late. Even then, she didn’t feel pregnant. And it turned out, she wasn’t. She couldn’t believe she’d had unprotected sex with Roque last night. That was a major fuck up. How had her fantasy weekend turned into her worst nightmare?

  Roque stood behind her in the mirror. The concern etched into his features did nothing to lighten her burden. “I’m sorry,” he told her. “I got carried away last night.”

  He’d been repeating the same line for the past few hours. Ever since they woke up, still locked in each other’s erotic tangle on the patio. Her back and neck had suffered for it.

  She let out a deep breath. “I can’t let you take all of the blame. I got caught up in the moment, too.”

  “Let’s not let this accident spoil our time together,” Roque said.

  “I’m not ready for a baby, Roque.”

  Their gazes collided. She saw something in his eyes, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Was it sadness? Worry? He couldn’t be feeling half the emotions she was feeling.

  “You’re not pregnant, Marlowe. You’re just shell shocked right now.”

  “I don’t know if you noticed, but I love having sex.”

  He gave her a patient smile. “Uh, yeah, I did notice, and that’s what I like about you.” He kissed her on the back of the neck. “I’ve yet to meet a woman who can rival my appetite in bed.”

  “Well, if I’m pregnant, that’s all about to end.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “I’ll be a parent! I’ll have to be more responsible. I just can’t go around having sex like this whenever I want.”

  “Why not? I’m a parent and it hasn’t slowed me down.”

  “You’re a man.”

  “And you’re a woman. A very hot woman.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Roque, I don’t feel like you’re taking this seriously. It’s all fun and games until someone ends up pregnant.”

  “Marlowe.” He turned her around to face him and put his hands on her shoulders. He tipped her chin so she could look up at him. She was tall, but he still towered over her. “You’re putting the cart before the horse. We don’t know anything for sure right now. If it turns out you are pregnant, I will be there for you. I take care of my responsibilities.”

  “And what if I don’t want to have it? What if I want to get rid of the baby?”

  He shook his head. “I’m not entertaining this train of thought. There’s no use stressing over it when we don’t know anything for sure.” He stroked her cheeks. “But I will say this, regardless of your feelings on the subject, I think you would make a wonderful mother.”

  “I didn’t have a very good role model.”

  God, she didn’t want to have a child and be a horrible mother like LaReesa was.

  You won’t be a horrible mother. You’re nothing like her.

  “Are you kidding?” Roque said, reading her mind. “You had Ronnie and Candace. They did a great job raising you into the amazing woman you are. A woman who attracted me like a moth to a flame. And believe me, I didn’t want to be attracted. But you wore me down!”

  She gave a reluctant smile at his admission.

  “Wait a minute,” he teased. “Was that a smile?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, I kind of did catch you hook, line, and sinker.”

  “Hey, I don’t give you these compliments for you to use them against me.” He kissed her on the nose, and then he pulled her against him. She felt the hard evidence of his erection pressing through his shorts. “Well, since the damage is done, let’s spend the rest of the morning in bed,” he suggested.

  Her heart fluttered at his obvious virility. “You cannot be ready again?”

  “I can’t keep my hands off you, Marlowe.” His blue eyes flashed with a hedonistic gleam. “I was hoping you felt the same about me.”

  She had to admit she did. Since they’d been here, they’d been like two dogs in heat. Not even a water hose could keep them from each other. Morning, noon, and night, whenever the urge hit, they somehow found their way to each other. Whether it was in their villa’s private plunge pool fed by natural hot mineral springs, on the daybed on the terrace, on the floor of their living area, or in the massive bed, they took their pleasure whenever and wherever it pleased them. This had truly been a fantasy trip she’d never forget.

  Roque could make her panties wet with just one steamy look. She definitely couldn’t keep her hands off him—nor did she want to.

  She squeezed his hands. “I would think it should be obvious how I feel. But from now on, you have to put a condom on before you can even look at me!”

  He cracked up laughing. “I can handle it if you can.”

  Marlowe closed her eyes as he claimed her lips with a hot kiss. Oh, yeah. She was definitely feeling Roque Coleman.

  Roque swept Marlowe into his arms and carried her to the massive bed. He spread her legs and lay atop her. He wanted this woman so bad. He couldn’t believe how hard he was falling for her. And if she were pregnant, he would definitely take care of his child. Just like he had done with Jade when Natalyn flipped out and decided she no longer wanted to be part of their lives.

  A pang of guilt suddenly stabbed him in his gut. Yes, he would take care of Marlowe and his child. But other than financial security, what else could he offer her? He had baggage she didn’t know about. He’d planned this as a freaky weekend getaway. But it seemed like it could be turning into something deeper. Even if Marlowe weren’t pregnant, it wouldn’t be so bad to have her around on a permanent basis. But if he was going to do that, he needed to come clean with her about something. He didn’t want there to
be any secrets.

  He took a deep breath and then gazed into her eyes. The hypnotic pools of whiskey stared up at him as she lay sprawled on her back. Lord, she was so beautiful. He pushed ahead before he lost his nerve. “Marlowe, there’s something…I need to tell…”

  She put her finger over his lips to silence him. “Tell me later,” she ordered. “Right now, I want to feel you inside me again.”

  Desire blossomed inside him as he heard her admission. Lust overtook all reason as he softly licked the finger she’d placed against his lips. Wanting to do what he’d fantasized about earlier, he began slowly kissing her all over, starting with her hands, and then moving to her arms, her breasts, and her stomach. He trailed kisses all the way past her belly button to her Brazilian wax. He pushed her thighs aside, lowered his head, and began tasting the treasure there. When he dragged the tip of his tongue against the exposed bud of her clitoris, Marlowe purred with delight, clenching fistfuls of his hair. His erection swelled again. He shrugged away the meddling thoughts of his nagging conscience. Tomorrow, he would admit the truth to her. Today, he would fulfill all her wishes, and be the fantasy man she truly desired.

  ###

  Marlowe knew the fantasy had come to an end when they landed at the Miami International Airport that afternoon. Normally, she would have been jetlagged from a trip to another country, but she was still riding the wave of euphoria from the fun she’d had with Roque. Reality was barely setting in. She and Roque both agreed to three days of unbridled pleasure. Then, they would return to their lives in Miami. He had a business to run and so did she.

  But she didn’t feel like going back to having things the way they were. She felt different somehow. She couldn’t put her finger on it.

  As they unfastened their seatbelts in preparation to depart the plane, Roque turned to her.

  “Marlowe, I’ve enjoyed our time together.”

  She nodded. “Me too.”

  Damn, I hope I don’t get all teary-eyed and shit.

  Roque’s eyes searched hers. “I know I said I’d only keep you for three days, but I’m not ready to let you go.”

  Hope sparked in her chest. So, he felt it too? What were they going to do about this? So many emotions warred back and forth inside her. Were the two of them ready for something that lasted longer? Could she keep the attention of a man like Roque?

  “What are you saying?” she asked.

  “I’m not trying to put demands on you. But I was thinking we could see each other on a regular basis.”

  She nodded. “What does regular mean?”

  He shrugged. “Whatever we want it to mean. We don’t have to set parameters. Let’s just let things happen naturally.”

  Her heart was thundering in her chest now. “How do we know this is real? Maybe it’s just the mind-blowing sex that’s adding a rosy glow to this picture.”

  “Maybe, but don’t you think we owe it to ourselves to explore it a little more?” When she didn’t respond, he spoke up. “Unless I’m the only one who feels like this. If so, let me know and I’ll back off.”

  Her gaze sought his. Her heart almost flat lined at the vulnerable look in his eyes. She shook her head. “No, Roque. You’re not the only one who feels that way.” She leaned in and kissed him, putting the full force of her emotions into it. She pulled away, breathless. “Well, if we’re going to be seeing more of each other, that means I’ll be seeing more of Jade too. I’d better get a peace offering for her.”

  He laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

  “A boa constrictor.”

  He pensively stroked his goatee with his thumb and forefinger. “Tell me, you are not serious.”

  “I’m not.” She smiled as she thought about the pet store in the mall where Jade had seen the snake. “But since it’s Sunday, I’d like to stop by the mall and pick her up a little something.”

  ###

  After Marlowe found the perfect turtle for Jade at the pet store, she and Roque headed back to his house to deliver it. Marlowe was a little disappointed that Jade wasn’t there to see it.

  “She’s still at that dance camp,” Roque told her. “She should be back this evening, and then I’ll make sure she sees it. Let’s put it in her room.”

  Marlowe walked around Jade’s room, marveling at the array of creatures. “It’s like a jungle in here,” she quipped.

  “Kinda makes you feel a little frisky, doesn’t it?” Roque asked.

  “Hell no. It makes me feel like setting all of the animals in the Miami zoo free!”

  Roque chuckled. The sound of the doorbell cut off what was sure to be a quick comeback from him.

  “That must be Jade,” Marlowe said.

  Roque’s brow furrowed. “No. She has a key. She would have let herself in.”

  “Maybe it’s the Jehovah’s witnesses.”

  “I doubt it. They know I’m a lost cause.”

  She playfully punched him in the arm. The doorbell rang again. Whoever was at the door was mighty insistent.

  Marlowe followed Roque back downstairs. “Let me get rid of whoever this is,” he told her. “Then, I’ll drop you back at your house.”

  “Sounds good.” Marlowe’s jet lag was catching up with her. As excited as she was to be in Roque’s company, she was feeling the effects of her travels.

  When Roque opened the door, a slender, olive-skinned woman stood on the other side. From Marlowe’s viewpoint near the foot of the stairs, she saw the woman was fashionably dressed in designer jeans and a mink bolero jacket.

  A mink? It’s not that cold!

  Her dark hair was piled into a sleek bun. Everything about her, from her Louis Vuitton stilettos to her Versace sunshades was intentionally well put together.

  “Well, finally!” the woman huffed. “I was beginning to think you were purposely ignoring me, Roque.”

  Marlowe was struck by the woman’s familiarity with Roque. She couldn’t understand why Roque, who was normally in control of every situation, simply stood there.

  “Well, are you going to let me in or not?” the woman demanded. “You’re guarding this place like a virgin in a whorehouse!”

  It was then that the woman looked past Roque to where Marlowe stood several feet away in the foyer. She peered over the rims of her dark shades before pulling them off. Her coal eyes swept over Marlowe like a predator.

  The lady pushed her way inside, keeping her gaze trained on Marlowe. “You’re too old to be a friend of Jade’s,” she charged. “Who are you?”

  Marlowe bristled. Aw, hell no! Who was this chick to be interrogating her? Instead of volunteering her name, Marlowe retorted, “Who are you?”

  The sassy female gave Marlowe what could have passed for a smile, but was more of a sarcastic sneer. “I’m Natalyn Coleman, Roque’s wife.”

  FIFTEEN

  Roque rushed to Marlowe’s side. He reached out his hand to pull her into his embrace, but the burning accusation in her eyes stopped him cold.

  “Listen, Marlowe, I can explain.”

  “Is she your wife or not?” Marlowe demanded.

  His heart pounded like a jackhammer in his chest. This could not be happening. This was not the way he wanted her to find out.

  “Tell her,” Natalyn insisted. “Tell her who I am.”

  Roque shot Natalyn a warning glance, wishing he could go back in time and not answer the door. Why the hell was she here after all these years? Never mind, he’d deal with her later.

  He turned back to Marlowe. Her arms were defiantly crossed over her chest. Shit! There was no way out of this one. And he had no one to blame but himself.

  “Yes,” he confessed. “Natalyn is my wife, but I can explain—”

  Marlowe held up her hands, indicating for him to back off. “No explanation necessary.” She grabbed her purse from the table next to the door and brushed past Natalyn.

  “Nice to meet you,” Natalyn purred.

  “Marlowe, wait!” Roque raced after her. “Where are you going
?”

  “That’s none of your damn business!” she spat. She was walking out of his house. Out of his life.

  “At least let me drive you home,” he reasoned. “You can’t walk.”

  “I’ll take a taxi from the guard shack,” she called over her shoulder.

  He couldn’t let her walk to the security hut in the front of the neighborhood. “Marlowe, please be—”

  She spun around, piercing him with a look that could kill. “Stay the fuck away from me, Roque. I never want to see you again!”

  Roque had no choice but to let her go. The venom in her voice was something he’d never heard before. And she had every right to be angry with him. He’d fucked up, big time.

  He stormed back into the house to find Natalyn walking up the stairs. “Hold it!” he yelled out. He slammed the front door behind him, damn near knocking the thing off its hinges.

  Her head whipped around, a mixture of fear and annoyance crossing her features.

  “Why the hell did you do that?” he demanded.

  “What? Tell her the truth? Somebody had to. You obviously didn’t think it was important.”

  He stalked toward her, hoping she felt every iota of his anger. “What do you want, Natalyn? Why are you here?”

  “You told me I needed to visit my daughter, so I came.”

  “You couldn’t call first?” he thundered.

  She trembled. He wanted to wring her neck, but he’d never put his hands on a woman, and as much as he felt she deserved it, he wasn’t about to start now.

  “I called Jade’s cell phone, but she didn’t answer.”

  “Tough shit. That doesn’t give you the right to come charging over here.”

  “The court order says I can see my daughter on my appointed weekends.”

  “I’m surprised you even know your visitation days, Natalyn. It’s been years since you’ve used them. Now, you want to come back into Jade’s life and play mama like nothing ever happened?”