Victoria didn’t know what to say. The memory she had thought was a dream was actually real, and now a very live Parker was standing in front of her, making her desires and fears come to life. “I remember you leaving my room one night, but I thought I had dreamed it.”
“Victoria, I didn’t know how to love you the right way back then, and I apologize for that now.”
Victoria stared at him, touched by the thought of Parker’s care. He leaned over and kissed her gently as she parted her lips, welcoming his mouth to hers and his hands around her waist. He whispered into her ear. “Let’s go to the Mansion on Peachtree.”
Chapter Twelve
Let the Chips Fall Where They May....
After Parker checked into the luxury boutique hotel, he called Victoria on her cell to let her know that he had gotten the room. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he said.
Victoria hung up the phone and closed her eyes, still feeling the warmth of his touch and the revelation he had shared. She knew her connection to him was something that couldn’t be denied.
Minutes later, she found herself standing in the elevator, riding up to the tenth floor. Her nerves were tumbling, doing flips and turns.
When she reached the room, she stood frozen in front of the door.
She thought about her life, her marriage, and the little voice inside her head that vacillated between exercising restraint and doing what she wanted. She thought about the weight of the moment and the impact it would have on her future once it ended. She thought about the very real and true desires she had pushed to the back of her heart and mind, fear not allowing her to fully acknowledge her true emotions until now. And she thought about the man on the other side of the door, whom she had loved so deeply in another lifetime.
Her logical mind told her that she was about to cross a line of demarcation that would eventually run wild and jagged. She was debating what to do when the door suddenly opened.
“Come on in,” Parker said, gently taking her hand in his as he led her into the room. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“How did you know I was standing outside?”
“I could feel you,Victoria.You’re in my spirit.”
“I almost turned away,” she admitted as she allowed him to guide her into the opulent suite.
Parker looked deeply into her eyes. “I know, baby. You were standing out there, wondering and hesitating. But I also know that you want to be with me; otherwise you wouldn’t have come here.”
The warmth and sincerity on his face made Victoria feel light-headed. She stood near the edge of the king-size bed, looking down at the elegance of the comforter’s muted tapestry and the reach of Parker’s hand as he held hers.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he repeated.
Victoria looked over at the bed again and shook her head. “What am I doing?” she whispered softly, almost to herself.
“I’ll show you.” Parker brought her into his embrace, holding her gently, but firmly. For a moment they stood still, just looking at each other, feeling each other’s heart beat, inhaling each other’s breath, longing for more.
The intoxicating lust was building in both of them with each second that ticked away. Let the chips fall where they may, Victoria thought as Parker’s lips met hers. Their hungry mouths began to kiss, while their hands searched each other’s body, exploring what was both familiar and altogether new. Victoria enjoyed the softness of his lips, letting his tongue roll around the inside of her mouth. She allowed her body to sink into his as he held her tightly, his hands roaming across the bend of her back and the curve of her hips. He knew how to handle her, and it made her moan as she anticipated the pleasure she was sure would come.
Slowly, they removed each other’s clothes, reacquainting themselves, standing before one another, naked and exposed.
“I need to see you again,” Parker whispered. “I mean really see you,Victoria.”
He backed away to arm’s length, making a slow and thorough inspection of the woman he’d been craving. It was a sight he had reminisced about and envisioned many times over the years and now felt honored to see.
He took in the beauty that his eyes had not seen in years, and now he felt as if he was gazing upon her for the very first time. He moved her hair behind her shoulders, gliding his hands across the smooth contours of her collarbone and over the delicate rise of her full, soft breasts. He could see that their perky perfection had diminished slightly, no doubt a combined result of breast-feeding and age. He smiled, letting his fingertips trace the dark outline of her erect nipples as he tweaked them gently, making them stand at attention. He allowed his hands to travel down to her slender waist as he knelt on his knees before her. Slowly, he slid his index finger across the smiley-face-shaped scar that rested below her lower abdomen.
“Yet another memento from my delivery,” Victoria said. “It’s my forever reminder of motherhood.” Her waist was still small and trim, but the cesarean cut had left her with an ever so tiny tummy bulge, which one could see only if one was in the position that Parker was enjoying.
Parker nodded and smiled, admiring the full sensuality of what her body had always been, and the new allure of what it had now become. He kissed her stomach, then circled his tongue inside her navel. Victoria let out a small gasp, her legs starting to tremble. He revisited her scar, gently kissing his way from one side of it to the other, letting her know that he appreciated the special brand of beauty that only motherhood could bring to a woman. “You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, looking up at her as he licked the wetness that had begun to drip down the inside of her thigh.
Victoria tilted her head back and closed her eyes, holding his head against her dampened skin. She trailed her fingers over the slickness of his freshly shaven scalp, allowing herself to give in to the moment they were about to share.
Parker stood to his feet and led Victoria to the bed, guiding her down to the center of the soft mattress. He lowered himself in front of her, looking into her eyes. She lay back, relaxed, and allowed him to spread her legs, like an involuntary reaction. She took a deep breath, opening herself up to him. They never lost eye contact as Parker began his journey at the meeting of her thighs.
Her body tingled when his mouth covered her moist middle, lapping up her wetness in gentle, hungry gulps. He parted her lips with his fingers, granting him greater access to suck her quivering folds before sinking his tongue deep inside of her. Her initial moments of second-guessing faded away as he removed her doubts with each swipe of his gentle tongue. She could only whimper as he kissed and plied and nibbled away at her sensitive flesh, creating tiny bursts of bright light that made her want to scream out loud as she bucked against his mouth.
Parker licked his lips, savoring the taste of her on his tongue before making his way back up to her hardened nipples. He lightly squeezed one while gently sucking the other, enjoying the feel of a different part of her flesh inside his mouth. Slowly, he parted her thighs with his knee and slipped inside her. This thick fullness made her gasp, satisfying what she had been craving.
“Victoria?” Parker whispered.
She couldn’t hear him, because she was lost, caught up in the heat of his passion.
“Victoria ... baby, can you hear me?”
Victoria blinked her eyes several times, until things came into focus.
“Victoria, baby, come inside,” Parker said in a rushed whisper. “This hotel is discreet, but standing out here, in front of my room, isn’t a good idea.”
She was still planted in the same spot where she had been frozen for the last ten minutes. The soft caresses and gentle kisses had happened only in her mind. This was déjà vu, reminiscent of the night six years ago when he’d made love to her in a dream. Only this time she was standing in the hallway of an exclusive boutique hotel, instead of in the privacy and comfort of her bedroom.
“Victoria, are you all right?” Parker asked.
“This is a mistake. I shouldn’t be here.”
“Let’s talk about this inside,” he urged, reaching for her hand.
Victoria moved away. “I can’t do this.”
Parker was afraid of this. He had begun to worry when nearly ten minutes went by and she had not shown up. He’d gone to the door and looked out of the peephole, surprised to see her standing there with a blank stare on her face. Now he knew what had caused that look. But he wasn’t about to take no for an answer, and he damn sure wasn’t going to let this second chance slip away from him.
In a quick move that took Victoria by surprise, Parker grabbed hold of her hand and ushered her into the room.
“Parker, I shouldn’t have kissed you. I shouldn’t have followed you here. And I shouldn’t be in this room. I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
“This isn’t a matter of shouldn’t. We’re living in the here and now, and that’s why you came here. Victoria, I know you want to be with me.”
“What I want and what I end up doing are two completely different things.”
Parker shook his head, about to say something, but Victoria stopped him. “We rekindled some old feelings that were never put to rest. But we’re different people now, with different lives, and new responsibilities.”
“Baby, we may have different lives, but we’re the same two people who loved each other then and still love each other now. You can’t deny that.”
“I have a husband.”
“Who you never should have married in the first damn place.”
A moment of silence fell between them before Victoria spoke again. “Regardless of what you think about my marriage, the bottom line is that I have a husband who’s going to be calling me before I go to bed, probably telling me how difficult it’s been for him to be back home knowing that he’ll never be able to see his mother again.”
Parker lowered his head and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry about that.” Although Ted was far from one of his favorite people, Parker felt compassion for the man at the thought of him losing his mother, and for that reason he let it go. He watched Victoria as she turned on her heels. “I reserved this room for the entire weekend.You can come back tomorrow.”
She turned around and looked at him. “I’m not coming back. Didn’t you hear what I just said?” Victoria asked, staring at him with concern. She knew from past experience how persistent Parker could be, and she didn’t want him causing trouble, although she’d already set the stage in that area by what she had allowed to happen. “Parker, I’m already having serious regrets about what we’ve done.... We can’t do this again. I know we’re going to run into each other from time to time at events for our kids, so we need to cool it and let this little impulse fade.”
“Impulse?” Parker placed his arms around Victoria’s waist, drawing her in close as he rubbed his pelvis against hers.When she didn’t move away or resist, he knew he had her. “You don’t mean that,” he said, letting his warm breath coat her neck as he gave her a soft kiss. “I can look into your eyes and tell that you don’t believe what you’re saying.”
He found her mouth, parted her lips with his tongue, and held her tightly as he delivered a long, sensual kiss that made her melt. He lifted the front of her dress, slipped his hand down the front of her thong, and inserted two fingers as he massaged her moistness, making her tremble with each stroke of his magic touch. “Let me make love to you, baby.”
“Mmmm,” Victoria moaned. She wanted to resist the thunder raging between her legs, but Parker’s skilled fingers were too powerful. His hands were gifted.
He thrust and pumped his fingers inside her as he ravished her mouth and neck with his lips and tongue. He enjoyed the way she ground herself against his fingers as he continued to pleasure her. “I know exactly how you like it, baby. I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered, withdrawing his fingers, bringing them to his mouth so he could taste her.
Parker walked over to the bed, leading Victoria by the hand.
She felt weak, swimming in the way Parker had always known how to excite her. But in the midst of his heat she knew she had to be stronger than the desire below her waist. She wanted him, but she also wanted to be true to Ted, and the very thought of her husband forced her feet to stop before they reached the bed. “Parker, I can’t do this,” she said. “I’ve got to go. This is such a mistake!”
“You’re killing me slowly. You know that, right?”
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t. I’ve already gone too far.”
“There’s no such thing as too far when it comes to you and me.”
Victoria knew that if she stayed a moment longer, she would end up where he wanted her, panting between the sheets. She quickly backed away, walked toward the door, and then stopped. “I’m leaving, and please don’t try to call me or get in touch with me ... please. Let’s just let this pass.”
“Don’t go,” he said.
“I have to.”
Parker paused and took a deep breath. “All right.” He smiled, stepping back. “I’ll just wait for you to call me.”
Victoria eyed him with a mixture of contempt and lust. She knew he wasn’t trying to be cocky; this was just who he was. He stood before her, looking gorgeous, confident, and dangerous. All she could do was force her feet to move as she walked out the door.
Twenty minutes later Victoria pulled her car into her garage. She walked through her big, empty house, wishing her mind would free her from what she had just done. She’d been fantasizing and secretly wanting Parker for the last six years, and now that she’d had a brief taste of him, she felt a new world of worries flood her soul. “Damn, that old saying is true,” she whispered aloud as she headed upstairs. “When you look for trouble, you find it.”
You Want Answers....
It was bright and early on Saturday morning when Ted found himself sitting at Hattie McPherson’s breakfast table. He was still a little sleepy, because he’d arrived in town late last night on a half-empty flight into Jackson, Mississippi. He had found her house without much problem. When he’d pulled his Enterprise rental car into the driveway of Ms. Hattie’s neatly kept brick home, she was standing on the porch, waiting to greet him with Southern hospitality.
Just like Ted, Ms. Hattie was an early riser, so having him over for breakfast at the crack of dawn fit perfectly into her schedule. She had a busy day planned, with a full slate of activities, from a meeting with her seniors group that afternoon to her bridge game with her Order of the Eastern Star group later that evening. And in between she had errands to run and people to visit.Yes, Ms. Hattie was a busy bee.
For a woman of nearly eighty-two, the retired schoolteacher was as spry and in just as good shape as anyone half her age. And even though she was only five feet two inches tall and barely weighed one hundred pounds, she possessed the type of presence that made one sit up and take notice. Mother Nature had been good to Ms. Hattie, blessing her with the kind of brown skin that withstood the test of time, and if it were not for her full head of silver hair and the few minor wrinkles that kissed her eyes and mouth, one would never be able to guess her true age.
Looking at Ms. Hattie made Ted think about the saying he’d heard Victoria and her family repeat whenever they saw another black person whose looks defied their age: “Black don’t crack!”
Ted sat patiently at the neatly set table as Ms. Hattie poured him a cup of steaming coffee. “You’re just like me,” she noted, smiling. “An early riser who likes your coffee as strong as it’ll come.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ted nodded. He watched as she walked back to the stove in the kitchen. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?” he called out.
Ms. Hattie fanned her hand, placing it on her tiny hip. “No, child. I raised six children, ten of my nineteen grandkids, and buried three husbands. Handlin’ breakfast is like a walk in the park.”
Ted marveled at the little dynamo. When he’d first spotted her standing in the line at his mother’s grave site, he had no doubt she was a direct link to the secret his parents
had kept. Then, after he read the letter she’d handed him at the cemetery, her presence there made perfect sense. She had made the trip as soon as she received the call from Abe Brookstein, informing her that Carolyn Thornton had passed.
The delicious smell of food and seasonings wafted through the house as Ms. Hattie scurried about in her tiny kitchen. Five minutes later she sat a plate in front of Ted that was filled with down-home goodness. Thickly sliced hickory-smoked bacon, scrambled eggs, cheese grits, home fries, fried apples, and homemade biscuits with strawberry preserves.
Ted stared at the heaping plate of food, sure that the meal contained enough artery-clogging calories, fat, and cholesterol to give him a mild heart attack. But since the kind old woman was gracious enough to welcome him into her home and prepare a huge meal with tender loving care, he had no intention of refusing one morsel of Ms. Hattie’s food.
Ted bowed his head as Ms. Hattie said grace, something that Victoria had gotten him into the habit of doing over the years since they had been married. “This is delicious,” he complimented, diving into his plate, filling his mouth with a forkful of eggs.
Ms. Hattie smiled, pleased that he was enjoying the meal. “Well, thank you much.”
“No. Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure, son. Carol Lynn used to send me pictures of you, Lilly, and Charlie when you children were growing up. It’s good to finally sit down and break bread with you.”
“I really appreciate you seeing me.”
Ms. Hattie stared Ted in the eye, cutting straight to the chase. “How could I not? You want answers, and I’m here to give them to you.” She wasn’t one to mince words or waste time. “I never thought that Carol Lynn and Charles should have kept the truth from everyone for all these years, especially not their own children. But it was their choice, and I respected their wishes.”
Ted listened in near disbelief as Ms. Hattie told him about the life that his parents had kept a secret for over sixty years. At times he felt pity, anger, and complete astonishment as Ms. Hattie filled in the missing pieces of the puzzle that made up the lives of two people that he now realized he had never really known.
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