Taylor
I REACHED OVER AND GRABBED the phone before it could ring again. I looked at the screen and pressed the Answer Call button.
“Alex?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t sound like her normal upbeat self. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
The last time I heard her sound this low, she was calling to tell me that lowlife ass Jonathan was dead. I know it’s not respectable to talk ill of the dead. In my defense, I talked ill about him when he was alive.
I sat up and pulled the sheet around my waist and gently stroked the side of Jason’s face. Thank God the phone didn’t wake him.
“What’s going on?”
“I didn’t mean to wake you. I can call back.”
“No. Are you alright? Why haven’t you returned any of my calls.” I heard her sniffle. “Alex, what’s wrong?”
“I didn’t know who else to call.”
“You’re scaring me. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” My heart started racing. “Where’s Moses?”
“He’s asleep.” I calmed down a little.
“Where are you? I can be there in a matter of hours.” She was silent. “Alex, if you don’t tell me what’s going on I’m…”
“It’s Terrence.”
Not a name or subject I was expecting to hear. “What about him? Did he do something to you?”
“Not him. My son.”
“Alex, honey, please tell me what’s going on.”
“A boy came to the store and said he was my son.”
“Oh my God!”
Jason jumped up. “What?”
I kissed him and gently eased his head back down. “Hold on.” I climbed out of bed, grabbed my robe and went downstairs to the kitchen. “Tell me everything.”
I stood still, absorbing every detail she shared. When she finished I plopped down onto a stool. I couldn’t believe what she was sharing.
“Taylor…Taylor…please say something.”
“Wow…uhm…how’s Moses handling all of this?”
“He says he’s fine, but he looks more worried than I am.”
“Have you really talked about this?”
“No, I’ve been trying to avoid him.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Every time I look at him, it feels like I’ve betrayed him.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I told him about Terrence and my marriage, but to have it become something he has to deal with, I don’t know how…”
“Alex, there’s one thing, no, two things I know for sure. Moses loves you and would do anything to make you happy.”
“I know.”
“I also know he doesn’t blame you for any of this.” I sighed. “What did Uncle Wallis say?”
“He said worse case scenario, they would exhume Terrence and get the answers that way. But I don’t want that.”
“Why not?”
“You’ll think it’s silly.”
“You don’t want to disturb him.”
“Exactly.” She sniffled.
“Honey if it’s the only way to get the answers, you need to do it.” I heard her crying.
“I know.”
“Do you want me to come see you?”
“No. Moses and I need to get through this alone. Please don’t tell anyone else.”
“I won’t. If they exhume Terrence, Jason and I will go be with Aunt Connie and Uncle Wallis.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Sweetie.”
“Taylor, please, don’t tell me how he looks. I need to keep him in my mind the way he was.”
“Just as he was.”
“Thank you. Love you.”
“Love you. Bye.” Click. I dropped my head and prayed.
“Hi, Aunt Connie.”
“Taylor…how’s my favorite niece doing?”
“Now Aunt Connie, I know you say the same thing to Kendell,” I teased.
“But you know you’re my favorite.”
“Yes, I do.” We laughed.
“How are my two favorite nephews doing?”
“Very well. Zach is almost as tall as Jason.”
“And when are you going to make me a grand aunt again?”
“Aunt Connie, I don’t know if that’s…”
“Don’t say that, just let God do what He does.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She reminds me of my mother. I don’t know how she lasted as long as she did with my uncle. She and my mother married two brothers who didn’t realize what they had until it was too late. “Aunt Connie, Alex called me this morning.”
“She did.”
I waited on her to expound but nothing. “She asked me to come give you a hand.”
“With what?”
“Aunt Connie, you and I have always been open and honest with each other.”
“Baby, thank you, but Wallis and I have everything under control.”
“That’s not what Alex said.”
“I love my daughter, but right now she’s not thinking straight.”
“Aunt Connie, what did you do?”
“The less you know the better.”
“Please tell me you didn’t call Terrence.”
“Aunt Connie, Alex will be furious with you if you went against her wishes and called him.”
“I cannot bear to hear the pain she’s in. So I did what needed to be done.”
“Did you get an answer?”
“I should have one later this afternoon.”
Moses
“HI, UNCLE WALLIS. PLEASE TELL me you have good news.”
“We have confirmation of a mix up.” My heart jumped into my throat. “But it wasn’t with Terrence.” I exhaled. “There was another baby boy born that night and his paperwork was miss filed. That’s who this boy is.”
“Thank you God.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Now we can get back to our lives. “Give my niece a big hug and a kiss for me, and I’ll see you both when you get home.”
“Thank you. Did you call Mom Connie?”
“She’s my next call.”
“Thank you. Tell her we’ll call her later.”
“Get some rest.”
“Will do. Thank you. Good bye.” Thank you God. I exhaled.
“Who was that?”
I turned around. “I didn’t hear you, baby.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the top of her head.
“Who were you talking to?”
“Uncle Wallis.”
“What did he say?”
I felt her body tense up. “It’s not Terrence. There was a mix up, but not with Terrence.”
“Oh.”
I expected a little more excitement. “That’s a good thing. Now we can get on with our lives.”
“I guess.” I kissed her, but she still remained emotionless. “I’m glad that’s taken care of.”
“Me too.”
“I’m going to take a shower.” She hugged me and walked down the hall to the bedroom.
I went out to the patio to get some air and pray. This entire thing had put a strain on our relationship. We hadn’t been intimate physically or emotionally since the morning this thing interrupted our lives. I missed my wife.
I went back inside to the bedroom and noticed the shower was still running. I immediately went into the bathroom, and saw Alex sitting on the floor of the shower in the corner. She looked like a scared little girl, with her knees pulled up against her chest, and her hands covering her eyes, crying.
“Baby…” I opened the door, turned the water off, got down next to her, and wrapped her in my arms.
“It’s…it’s like…I lo…lo…los…lost him…all…all…all over.” Once she said those words, the tears seemed to come harder. As a husband, I knew how to fix a lot of things, but this was new. “Mo…Moses…it…it hurts…it hurts…it hurts…”
She was breaking my heart. I didn’t know what to do to stop her pain. I wanted to ram my hand into the wall. My wife, my lover, my best friend was in pain and I didn’t know what to do. I was lost.
I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her, picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I placed her on the bed and continued to dry her off, but she kept crying. “It hurts…it hurts…it hurts…” The tears kept flowing. I needed to get her warm. I took off my clothes and wrapped her beautiful naked body in my arms and tried to share my body heat. I pulled the comforter over us, gently stroking her hair, and rubbing her back, but nothing seemed to stop the tears.
I foolishly underestimated the amount of pain this situation caused her. I thought an answer in our favor would yield tears of joy and rejoicing, not more pain. I pulled her closer, but she cried harder. The sound of her crying was breaking my heart. No matter how hard I tried to soothe her, it didn’t help.
I laid her on her back, climbed out of bed and pulled the comforter back. I walked to the bottom of the bed and started kissing her feet, one at a time. I slowly moved my mouth along her legs kissing her damp skin as I parted her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs. I heard a deep gasp, and the crying stopped. I glided my hands further up her thighs, and I could feel her skin start to heat up.
The tiny circles I drew on her thighs with the tip of my tongue caused her body to dance. I dug my fingers deep into her upper thighs, and blew on the beautiful dark curls. When my hot breath met her skin, she arched up and clutched the sheets.
I looked up. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. The swell of her breasts rising and falling, sent a jolt to my core, and my entire body got hard. Even in her state of distress, she had the power to entice me. I eased my hands up her ribcage, cupped her breasts, and she let out a deep moan. Her moans of pleasure were music to my ears. I brushed my thumb across her nipple and she let out another deep moan.
I climbed on top of her and filled my mouth with one of her breasts. Savoring the feel of her nipple as it grazed the roof of my mouth. She arched against my mouth and I fought hard not to bury myself deep inside her. I traced her neglected breast with the tip of my finger as my mouth made love to the other one.
I pulled back and looked at her. She was coming alive. She slowly opened her eyes and grabbed the sides of my face. “Please, make love to me.”
I gently brushed the side of her face. “You never have to beg. It is my desire to make love to you whenever you want.”
I crushed my mouth against hers and she became aggressive. She pushed her tongue passed my lips and inside my mouth, kissing me hard. Her need and demand were sexy.
She glided her delicate hands down my back and it was like hot knives cutting my skin. Each touch drew me further into her web of passion. I was trying to hold on, but it was difficult. I felt like an overly shaken champagne bottle about to explode. I knew if she let me, I’d take everything she offered and leave her empty and unfulfilled and I couldn’t do that. I needed to be patient.
I felt her mouth, move across my cheek, down my neck and then a pinch on my ear. Oh man. She grabbed my behind and pulled me deeper into her space.
I wanted to bury my throbbing body deep inside her until she lost her voice from screaming out in delight.
“Baby please…” she begged.
I grabbed her hands, pulled back and stared at her. She was breathing hard but her eyes told a different story. The pain was still there. She turned her face away from me.
“Look at me.” She ignored me. I lowered my head and sighed. “Baby, please…look at me.”
She turned toward me and her face was wet. “Beautiful…,” I sighed again. “Please let me help you.” In a matter of minutes, the roles had reversed. Now I was begging her to let me make love to her.
I kissed her wet right cheek, then the left and she seemed to cry harder. I kissed her quivering mouth, ignoring the salty tears. I knew the only way we were going to get through this was together.
I kissed her again and she continued to cry. I moved my mouth across her cheek, down her neck along her collar bone and she cried harder. Then I moved my mouth to her cleavage. My mouth was in a place it had longed to be for a couple of weeks, nestled between her silky smooth beautiful breasts.
I blew on her nipple and she arched up and moaned. I gently bit on her nipple and she let out a sexy whimper that aroused me even more.
“Baby…more please,” she moaned.
I did as she asked and dragged my tongue along her other nipple while my fingers gently teased the other one. The crying had been replaced with sultry, sexy moans.
I continued to make love to her breasts and she began to writhe and dance under me. I slipped my hand down the inside of her thighs, teasing her black curls and she let out a deep moan I’d never heard before.
She pressed my head down onto her breast demanding more attention. I dragged my tongue along her breast and the salty taste of her skin connecting with my tongue was the perfect appetizer. I inched my finger further connecting with her hard nub and she cried out followed by a wave of erotic spasms that looked like an impassioned dancer.
She looked incredible writhing against the white sheets, with her beautiful, full breasts bouncing up and down against my chest as she gave into her pleasure. I started to ease my fingers out and she covered my hand, shaking her head and breathing hard.
I stayed still a few moments and then I stroked her nub again. This time her orgasm hit quicker and harder. I watched as she gave into the spasms and tremors, jealous I wasn’t inside her sharing the ride.
I removed my fingers, parted her legs, nestled my hips in between her hot, thick thighs, wrapped her legs around my waist and slowly slid into her warmth. God, she felt good wrapped around me. I kept telling my body not to go too fast. As excited as I was I knew there was a possibility I could hurt her if I didn’t control myself.
She slid her delicate hands down my back and pulled me deeper inside her space. I took one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking and enjoying the sound of her moans as I brought her closer to the edge again. Our slow dance had turned into a frantic race. Each move I made was more powerful than the last.
“Baby, I…I can’t hold on much longer. I need…” I lifted her hips and dove deeper and harder.
She pushed me deeper inside and I felt her thighs began to tremble against my legs as she tightened around me.
I reached down, stroked her nub again and she became wild. It was beautiful watching her body contort and thrash as she gave in to her climax.
“Oh God…Oh God…Oh God…Moses, I…I…”
My body was pulsing and I knew my orgasm was going to be powerful and possibly be too much for her to handle. I’d held on as long as I could. I braced the bed and pounded hard and fast into Alex.
She tightened around me as the wave of climax consumed us. Our bodies danced and writhed until we collapsed against the bed wrapped in each other’s arms.
Breathing hard, I rolled onto my back and pulled Alex on top of me. I cupped her face and kissed her swollen lips.
“I love you,” she said in between deep breaths.
I kissed her shoulder. “I love you too.”