Chapter 10

 

Brimming with excitement over her new job and career move, when Sabrina saw Jamison’s name on the caller ID the next morning she answered quickly with a jaunty, “Hello.”

“Hello yourself,” Jamison said, sounding sexy as ever.

“What you up to?”

“Taking a break. Had to work early this morning. Yesterday, I had to work at both shops and didn’t finish til after ten last night. I’d like to take you out again. Dinner? Breakfast? What’s your pleasure?”

Breakfast? That was new. “There’s a restaurant on North Miami Beach I’d like to eat at tonight, you game?” She planned to spring the news of her new job on him while they were there.

“Yeah. What’s the name of it?”

“Credos.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Never heard of it. But that’s cool. Am I picking you up or are you coming here so we can ride together?”

She released a dreamy sigh. Now that she’d be moving back to the area, there was no reason not to indulge. They could do this. “Pick me up here. But be prepared for a bunch of questions if my grandparents are here.

He laughed. “No doubt.”

Another thought ran across her mind. They hadn’t talked since her run-in with Elise. “I bumped into your friend the other day.”

“Who?”

“Elise.” She ignored his loud groan and continued talking. “She told me you were hers. I think she was warning me to stop going out with you. Does that work with all the women you talk to?”

“It works with women who don’t know the history of how she had my son. They think I’m some monster who kicked his son’s mama to the curb.” He paused. “But that’s not true. Believe me, what really happened is wild and I can prove it.”

“Tell me what happened.” She listened intently as he repeated Angela’s tale from the other night. He had been passed-out drunk when Elise blew him. He’d made Elise take two paternity tests and still didn’t want to believe it. Ironically, the restraining orders were true.

“My boy favors Elise’s family, light colored eyes, round face. I don’t know him that well because she won’t allow me to spend time with him alone. He’s two and she still insists on being around whenever I want to see him. My attorney has me documenting everything so we can take her to court later.”

“You’re taking care of him, though.”

“Oh yeah. That was the first thing she did after the paternity test, sued for child support. Payment goes to the court and they send it to her. Believe me; I have as little as possible to do with her.”

Sabrina wondered if Melissa hadn’t been right about the reasons Elise wanted Jamison. “She told me I wasn’t woman enough to take her man.”

He sucked his teeth. “I’m not hers.”

Not the response she wanted, but she could work with it. “So does she do this all the time? Warn off women.” Dealing with Elise was not something she wanted to be bothered with.

He sighed. “Yes. It’s annoying. I think she has me watched. That girl is creepy.”

Sabrina laughed, creepy was one word for it. “You and your stalker chick.” She waited a beat and took a dive of faith. “So what time are we going to dinner?”

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“I can’t believe it,” Jamison said for the hundredth time. His eyes glowed with what she hoped was happiness as he looked down at her. “You’re moving back to Miami. I am so fucking happy about that. Don’t get me wrong, I planned to come to Orlando to see you, but having you here…that’s…that’s gasmic.” He lifted her and spun her around.

“Nikki, the owner, offered me the position yesterday. I can’t wait to start.”

“When will you quit the other job and move here?”

“I sent a certified letter to the owner today. If he wants me to work out the month, training someone, I will. But he may just tell me to get lost.” She shrugged. “It’s up to him. Worst case scenario, I’ll be back here full time in a month.”

“I like how you set it up and told me in the place where you’ll be working. That was a nice surprise. That dude at the bar, he was watching you like…what?”

She had started laughing when he mentioned Robert. “He’s my old boss. The one I replaced at the old restaurant.”

Jamison’s eyes widened and a sneaky grin emerged. “He’s gonna work for you now, eh?”

“Yeah, karma’s a bitch.”

“Truth.”

Sabrina and Jamison walked along holding hands on a deserted stretch of beach on Key Biscayne. The sounds of the crashing waves and night insects created a harmonious backdrop to the starry night. A peaceful calm enveloped Sabrina when he stopped, pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Her eyes fluttered closed at the first touch of his lips upon hers. Moaning deep from a hungry place inside, her body melted against his as the kiss deepened. He tasted liked sweet coffee, his after dinner drink. It was delicious. She whimpered, trying to get closer.

Strong arms wrapped tighter around her waist in answer to her unspoken demand. They broke apart, gasping for air. It was like this the last time.

What was it about him that sent her common sense on vacation and allowed her starving libido to rule? Inhaling, she tried to calm down by sucking in the tangy ocean air, but was brought up short by the spiciness of his cologne. Tingles raced through her body as her fingers ran through his thick hair. Again, his demanding lips covered hers as his tongue boldly sought entry into her mouth. Submitting to his mastery, she reveled in the unique taste of him.

The cool night air touched her skin. She shivered at the distant knowledge he’d removed her blouse and was paying homage to her breast with the moist heat of his mouth.

“Um, sweet,” he muttered, sucking and pinching her taut nubs, sending jolts of pleasure through her. He kissed her skin softly and with such tenderness it nearly brought her to tears. His lips kissed her nipple gently, and then his tongue flicked it lightly. First the right and then the left. Her mind was on overload as spiraling sensations bombarded her. She sighed and tugged at his torso, craving his warmth, his touch.

Her face brushed against his as she whispered into his ear. “You feel good.”

“You feel better.” He kissed the tip of her nipple. “You’re so beautiful. I can look at you all day.”

Half-naked beneath the moon with a man she barely knew, and the only thought flitting through her mind was how incredibly right this felt. What if someone sees you? She chased the wayward thought away, trusting Jamison to keep her safe from prying eyes. Trusting him touched off a firestorm of need inside her.

She shifted in his arms and stared up at him. Her eyes searched his for games and found none. “I…this…please…”

He yanked her close. Their flesh slapped together in the cool of the night. The rough press of his lips met hers. His tongue slid into her mouth in search of hers. She moaned at the invasion, her body pressed closer to his as they continued the kiss.

With a quick swoop, he picked her up and walked. “Come home with me,” he whispered in her ear. There were probably hundreds of reasons why she shouldn’t. But for the life of her she couldn’t think of one. Unable to speak through the haze of lust consuming her, she nodded. He opened the door and helped her inside. When she went to fix her dress, he stopped her.

Curious, she eyed him.

“Don’t change the view, please.”

That cleared her mind quick. “You want to drive me to your place… bare chested?” The idea titillated her, yet she tried to hide her excitement by looking away.

“I don’t live far.” He slid in on the other side.

“Someone could see me,” she protested, although with less heat. Somehow he’d peeped her freak card. Exhibitionism turned her on big time, as well as a few other things.

“The windows are tinted. I can see out, but no one can see in.” His fingertip stroked her pebbled nipple. “I want to play until we get to my place. It’s a crime to cover these up.” He flicked her tight bud.

“I knew you were trouble when I walked into your shop.” She sat and crossed her arms on her lap, leaving her chest bare. He started the car. A cold blast from the air conditioner blew across her nipples. They stood at attention as chill bumps raced across her arms and shoulders. She turned the vents away from her as he pulled away from the beach.

Although the ride from the beach to his place may have been short, every light had turned red as they approached. Whenever they stopped, Jamie leaned over and suckled her breast until the light turned green. Each hard pull of his mouth sent small shocks of pleasure hurtling straight between her legs. Almost every time the car behind them had to honk to get them moving. By the time he pulled into his garage, Sabrina was a mass of quivering need.

“Hey,” he whispered near her ear. The warmth of his breath sent tingles spiraling through her.

Swiping her dry lips, she whispered. “Hey.”

He came around the car and helped her out. His arm snaked around her waist while he nibbled on her ear. Just as they were about to enter, she stopped and cleared her throat.

“I don’t mind doing this…” she waved at her naked top, “with you. But if you have cameras, I’m not down with that. No recordings of any kind.”

An awkward silence fell between them as he searched her face. A bone deep awareness washed through her, leaving her adrift, exposed. Her hand crept up sideways to cover her breast. He stopped it in its tracks.

“I wouldn’t do that. After what happened to me, I can’t believe you’d think I’d do that.” He exhaled. “I don’t have any video cameras, so you don’t need to worry about YouTube or anything like that. Plus, I live alone. No roommates.” His fingertip brushed her chin. “Anything else?” He winked before pulling her close again.

“No. Not right now.”

He laughed, took her hand and entered the house through the garage. Inside, he disarmed the alarm, and then guided her through the darkened space until he opened a door and drew her inside. Before she could make out her surroundings, his mouth was on hers, demanding her submission.

She gave it willingly.

Her skirt hit the floor. She stood in her black thong and strappy heels. Jamie stood back and worshipped her with his eyes.

“Beautiful…you are perfect.” He folded to his knees and laid his face on her stomach. She plowed her hands into his thick hair, marveling at its softness. Seconds passed as they breathed in each other. Words caught in her throat and died, lost forever in the moment. This was supposed to be a simple sexual encounter. There was ample mutual attraction and it was enough to scratch her itch. At least it should’ve been.

Now…standing in his warm embrace, seeing him kneeling before her, she wasn’t so sure. Unchecked emotions, those pesky things, rose like smoke, twisting and ensnaring her. As elusive as smoke is, so it was with her inconvenient feelings. Inexplicably, they wrapped around her heart and short-circuited her mind. The sense of oneness wafting from their connection was a brand new experience. She wanted, no, she needed more.

“Jamison,” she whispered brokenly, surprised at the neediness in her voice.

He inhaled and released his breath on a long stream against her belly. “Say it again.” He looked up at her. An indefinable something filled his eyes. “Say my name again.”

Pleased that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, she placed her finger beneath his chin and spoke softly. “Jamison.”

He closed his eyes for a second and then re-opened them. “Can I have you?”

She nodded, wondering why he felt the need to ask. She’d come with here for this. “Yes.”

He stood, placed his palms on each side of her face, and gently kissed her. This was different than the other times. It lacked the sense of urgency. This kiss offered a promise of satisfaction and thanksgiving wrapped in one. She held onto his upper arm, pleasantly surprised by the strength she felt there.

When he released her mouth, he feathered kisses along her neck and back up to her face. “Lay down.”

It took a moment for his softly spoken words to register, but when they did, she peeked up at him through her lashes before complying with his request. Clothed in her thong and strappy sandals, she reposed on his cotton sheets and watched him watch her. Next, he unsnapped his pants, and she wanted to see the hardness that had been poking into her.

She licked her lips as his pants hit the floor and he was bare ass naked. “No briefs?”

“No.” He smiled as he toed off his shoes and within moments stood nude. “Look at me.”

Glad to abandon her attempts of hiding her curiosity, she devoured his perfect form. He did a slow turn and she had an urge to kiss his rounded ass. God bless his Jamaican ancestors, the man had a sweet, sexy, round butt.

“Very nice,” she said, meaning it.

He faced her again, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “Not even close to how good you look lying in my bed.”

Feeling sexy and wanton, she widened her legs, drew one up until she could place her hand on her knee. The smile left his face and was replaced with an untamed, lusty expression. His eyes never left her dewy center.

Thrilled by the control she wielded, she touched her nipple with her other hand and then squeezed it.

“Oh.” The pleasurable pain surprised her.

Slowly, his eyes inched up to her chest and remained there for a few seconds. His breathing increased. His jaw clenched and unclenched. His face took on a tinge of red and his cock leaked like a broken faucet. Sabrina sucked in a breath. She couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.

She opened her leg further, thinking she’d play in the juices she felt on her thigh. But Jamie moved in that moment and stilled her leg. He dragged her thong down her leg and tossed it aside. She toed off her shoes.

“Playtime’s over,” he whispered as he bent forward and swiped his tongue along her slit.

Eyes widening, she cried out as her head fell backwards. Oral sex hadn’t really been her thing. She’d never orgasmed from it before – now she recognized the difference of being taken by a master. Liquid fire coursed through her body, robbing her of speech and thought. Her legs shook as he pressed his mouth to her clit sucking the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth and lashing it roughly with his tongue.

“Ahhh…” she screamed while widening her legs to give him better access. One long meaty finger slipped into her body and slowly stroked in and out of her. Her tight muscles clamped around the invading digit, trying to keep it inside her aching body. Consumed with pleasure and the burning need to come, she clamped her knees around his head. She writhed mindlessly on his face until her entire body exploded in sheer ecstasy. Her back arched, her legs shook and she couldn’t catch her breath. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before.

“Oh…oh…my God,” she screamed as waves of pleasure shot through her body. A giddy euphoria filled her. Her sisters had praised oral sex and wouldn’t date a man who refused to eat at the 'Y'. For years Sabrina had wondered what the big deal was. The men who crawled between her thighs had been amateurs, she knew that now. Now she understood why oral sex was a critical staple for sexual encounters.

He placed gentle kisses on her pussy, remaining silent as his hands roved over her calves and thighs as though fascinated. The tearing of foil sent a spike of heat through her. She watched him roll on the protection with practiced ease. Their eyes met as he slid forward, she hoped to kiss her again.

Instead, his dick bumped against her opening. He made a slight adjustment and slid forward.

“Ow,” she said, unprepared for his wide girth.

His forehead dropped to hers as he took in gulps of air. “Okay... damn… you’re so fucking tight. Hot…incredible.” His breath hitched as she moved slightly beneath him.

His words went straight to her core, flooding her with juices. The tightness eased and the desire to for another orgasm filled her. “Okay, I’m good,” she said, needing him to do something.

He began to slowly move, rocking his hips against her. She moved instinctively with him, matching his tempo. He rose up on his arms and looked down at her, and briefly she wondered what he saw. That moment of thought shattered as he sped up his thrusts.

“Argh…so fucking tight… so damn good,” he groaned as droplets of moisture fell on her breasts from his forehead.

He shuddered as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as he set a bruising pace, pounding into her repeatedly and sending sharp bursts of pleasure zigzagging through her body.

“Yes…yes damn it…” she cried as he lifted her leg higher and hit deeper inside her. She growled as he took her in such a primal fashion, reveling in his possession, offering him more.

Incredibly, his thrusts sped up. The slapping of their flesh was the only sound in the room, punctuated by an occasional grunt or moan. Lost and floating on a tidal wave of feeling, her whole body shuddered; her hips bucked upwards, squeezing his cock with the force of her climax.

“Argh…” he growled as he stiffened, and she felt the heat of his release throbbing inside her. His head dropped to her forehead as he gulped in air. Tiny shivers continued to shoot through her trembling frame. At some point her mind went offline, she couldn’t talk. Instead she basked in the glow of two powerful orgasms in one night. Another first for her.

A few moments later he moved to the side and pulled her close. Her head rested against his chest. The solid thump of his heart soothed her. Tonight had been one of her better ideas. Angela had been right, Jamison Volks was a serious catch and for the moment he was hers.

“You…you are…” He stopped and she glanced up at him. “Beautifully awesome,” he said with a sexy grin.

“Thanks. You’re pretty awesome yourself.”

He squeezed her tight and then placed his other hand beneath his head while looking up at the ceiling. “I never had a serious relationship. Not before I moved here from Jamaica. Not in high school, not after. I dated, but was never in a serious relationship, nothing long term.” He paused and she watched his Adam's apple as he swallowed.

“You?” he asked glancing down at her.

She debated whether to answer or not, but since he’d shared, she went ahead. “In college, I dated the same guy for two years. He was my first…well, everything. We broke up senior year.” She rubbed his smooth, hairless chest. “Strange, I haven’t thought about…Vince in years.”

“You didn’t love him?”

“Love him?” she hemmed. “No. I liked him. He was nice. We had a lot in common. It just kind of happened. Neither of us was in love.” At least she wasn’t. Vince had wanted to take the relationship to another level, but she simply could not envision waking up beside him for the next five years let alone twenty.

“Hmm…I think if a man was able to capture your attention and receive a commitment from you, he would want you in his life much longer than a couple of years.”

Sabrina thought about the three men who’d asked her to marry them over the years. She hadn’t felt anything other than a friendly camaraderie, with good sex thrown in. Unfortunately, Jamie had just shattered that bar and her sexual standards were higher. Even now, her greedy core throbbed from the sound of his voice.

“No comment?” He teased.

“Not really. I don’t play games with people’s feelings and I try to be upfront, so that we can all be on the same page. I haven’t had a long term relationship since college. I’d like to believe it was because I was focused on my career… but maybe that’s not true.” She breathed deeply, not prepared for the path this conversation was headed. “What is true is that I’ve never given it much thought before.”

“And now?”

“I’m still not going to give it much thought,” she said cheekily.

He laughed and rolled her on top of him. Looking down into his face, a well of affection rose within her. “You rocked my world tonight, Jamison Volks.”

His dark green eyes widened, and then zeroed in on her mouth as she leaned down and took possession of his lips. Boneless, she stretched out on top of him, inhaling his unique woodsy scent, listening to him breathe. At this second in time, she was utterly content.

“I’ve been…attracted to you since high school.” He sounded hesitant.

She felt the rumble of the words as they left his chest and brushed against her ear. Males had been attracted to her since she was old enough to know what that meant, but she picked up on an undercurrent of vulnerability in his voice, which shocked her. Angela said the man had a lot of women interested in him and she believed it. Leaning up, she waited a moment or two until his eyes met hers.

“Yeah?” What was the appropriate response to an out of the blue remark like that? She couldn’t say likewise, he’d know she was lying. Or pretend she hadn’t heard him speak, they were face to face and now wasn’t the time to pretend she had auditory challenges.

“How come you never said anything? I don’t think you ever spoke to me at school,” she asked instead of listening to the silence in the room.

“I was new to the states. Didn’t know anybody. People were treating me like I was some kind of freak. 'Oh you’re Jamaican, I mean white Jamaican. Or, are you really Jamaican?'” He mimicked. “By my junior year, I felt comfortable enough talking to be understood.” He touched her hair and twirled her curly hair between his fingertips. “You seemed so serious all the time. Different from your sister.”

“You know Angela?”

“The dancer?” He looked at her and then went back to playing in her hair.

“Yeah.”

“Some of my classes were near hers. She introduced herself to me my junior year. I think she’s the one who pointed you out while telling me she was your sister. I remember telling her you were very pretty and smart. I think she agreed with me.”

Sabrina was sure Angela had agreed. And it was possible her sister had mentioned Jamison to her. But she’d been so preoccupied with school, determined to rise above the circumstances of her birth, that she wouldn’t have paid attention.

“So I stayed away. Never said anything, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t interested.” He tugged her hair and then released it.

“Ow.” She slapped his chest, enjoying the feel of solid muscle.

Chuckling, he grabbed her hands and flipped her over. His heavy weight pinned her down and she liked it. He leaned forward.

Her lashes fluttered close in anticipation of his kiss, but flew open when he blew a raspberry on her face.

“You.” She pushed, trying to dislodge him. He laughed at her pathetic attempts, the deep sound came from his belly and reached his eyes. His genuine enjoyment fed hers and pretty soon they were wrestling and laughing so hard, tears formed in her eyes.

“If I let you free, will you ride my cock?” The brusqueness of his voice coupled with the hardness of his dick sent moisture flooding between her legs. There was something sexy as hell about a man with a seductive accent saying the word, cock.

Hungry for more than their play, she nodded.

“Say the word. Be naughty…ask me for it,” he whispered against her ear.

Swallowing hard, she gazed up at him and came to one startling conclusion. True, she wanted his dick, but she wanted more.

“I want your cock.” Perhaps it was the seriousness of her voice or the look in her eyes when she spoke, whatever it was, he stopped moving and stared at her for a long second. It was as if he were searching for something. Possibly, the same confirmation that this was more, that she'd scanned his eyes to find.

“Okay.” He reached to the side of the bed, grabbed a condom and tore the foil, watching her the entire time. He sheathed himself and slowly lifted her as if she were weightless. “Grab it and guide it in,” he said, watching her intently.

Her hand found him, hot, hard and pulsing.

She moved and sat down on him incrementally until she was fully seated. “Ummm…” she moaned at the full feeling as he filled and stretched her with his firm thickness. His fingers dug into her sides as he held her tightly for a brief moment.

A grimace crossed his face.

“You okay?” she asked, concerned.

He exhaled, relaxing his facial muscles. “You feel so fucking good. Hot, tight, juicy…it’s hard to wait, not to move.”

She rose a tad, feeling him inside, and then dropped back down. Repeating the action, she leaned forward and threw her hips into the motion.

He gasped as she tightened her inner muscles on the up stroke.

“Damn… you’re killing me, girl.” He pulled her up and slammed her back down, controlling their pace. His hips pushed up when she came down onto him. He tugged her down to meet his lips as her hips bobbed up and down on his cock. Faster and faster, he pistoned his cock in and out of her.

Her world went gray. She tried to catch her breath and failed. She screamed his name as she came once more, milking his cock with her convulsing muscles. He flipped her over, rolled her onto her back, his cock still buried deep inside her. He thrust a few more times before stiffening. With a yell he emptied himself into her pulsing warmth.