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  “One day, it was still cold, but a little warmer than usual. The girl didn’t have on a coat and I could see her clearly, now. I thought to myself, Jesus help me… she’s so pretty. All this time, she walked on the opposite side of the street, and I had no idea this gorgeous girl was under all those layers of clothing. I decided I was gonna say something, and what do ya know, an excuse dropped in my lap.”

  He caressed her cheek. “You had some assignment in your hands, a posterboard, and it fell in the old, dried-up leaves.”

  “Science class – kinetic energy.”

  “Yeah, something like that. I ran right ova, helped you out, and then I got an even better look at cha. We must’ve stared at each other forever. My heart was literally beatin’ fast as hell, like it was going to explode outta my chest. I remember that. It was like in the cartoons when the cat’s heart is swinging around.” He paused to kiss her forehead. “And I asked you what your name was.”

  I can’t believe he remembers all of this…

  “You said ‘Egypt,’ and I said, ‘Well, that’s a different kind of name, but I like it. My name is a city in Egypt: Jordan. I wouldn’t mind bein’ beside or in you.’ You laughed, not seeming to catch the sexual innuendo. I’ve been a pervert for a long time.”

  “It went right over my head. I didn’t have the heart to correct you and tell you that actually, Jordan is not a city but a country in the Middle East, next to Egypt.”

  “Yeah, I was a goofball. I cringe at some of the shit I used to say. Anyway, that was the start.” He grabbed her hand, intertwined their fingers and squeezed. “We would walk to school together, on the same side, from that day forward. Whoever came outta their house first would wait for the other person.”

  “Yep.”

  “And we talked so much, the entire time. I used to hate when we’d get to school because that meant it was over. I remember thinking, ‘Geesh this girl is smart!’ And we’d laugh a lot. You’d laugh at my stupid jokes, and I’d laugh at yours, even the ones I didn’t understand. I just liked seeing you happy, seeing you smile. Then, as time went on, one day, you were sick and I walked to school by myself. That’s when I knew I was in trouble.”

  “Why?”

  “I missed you. It felt strange walkin’ by myself. You’d become a part of me. You were giving me something nobody else was. I decided to start callin’ ya… and we’d talk for hours on the phone sometimes. That’s around the time you realized that I had a lot of friends. And you noticed I put a little distance between us because people started asking me why I was walking with you all the time. I played it off, said you just happened to go the same route and lived across the street from me. That was true, but I lied still. I lied to myself, and to my friends. You weren’t just some girl I was walkin’ to school with. I cared about ya, a lot. So much so that I confronted someone about you.”

  She rose up from his chest and looked into his eyes.

  “Who?”

  “That guy, Seth Lewinsky.” Her heart panged and pulsed at the sound of the bastard’s name. He’d messed with her for an entire year, non-stop. “I saw him teasin’ you one day. I wasn’t even supposed to be on that side of the school. I was a senior, you were a junior, but I wanted to try to catch ya between classes, just so I could see you for a second. I saw you all right, trying not to cry as he called you horrible names… You didn’t see me though. As soon as I realized what he was doing, I exploded. I made sure he didn’t try that shit again. Ever. I made him pay. Fuckin’ asshole.”

  “Oh. My. God. That was you?! It was all over the school that someone beat Seth’s ass! I didn’t even put two and two together because the next day, you had a cut under your eye.”

  He nodded.

  “Yeah, he swung on me when I confronted him, but it was the first and last time he got a lick in. I waited for him after school, told ya I had football practice when I didn’t so you wouldn’t wait up, and I followed him outside. Then I grabbed him and beat his fuckin’ ass silly. I was so damn mad, Egypt, but also at myself. I felt like, if people knew you were mine, this would have never happened. But I was too afraid of how people would react. I knew how my friends and classmates were. I was afraid that I would lose my ‘status.’” He hooked his fingers in the universal gesture for quotes. “I hate myself for that!”

  She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed.

  “We were young, Jordan. Don’t beat yourself up about it. We both did stupid stuff back then. We made mistakes.”

  “Yeah? Well, I still fuckin’ knew better. I knew what honor was. Loyalty. I wanted you. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to go on dates with ya. I wanted you to cheer for me in the football stands. I wanted to go to homecoming and prom with you. Instead, I went with the girls that people thought I shoulda been with. I wasn’t following my heart. My heart was with you. My heart was a million miles away from there. It was in Egypt…”

  She grabbed his face and pressed her lips into his, then was shaken out of the moment when there was a loud knock at the door.

  “Room service!”

  They looked at one another, panting, their mouths hanging open and her body hot with desire. He slid away from her and went to the door to take the food and speak briefly with the man at the door.

  When he turned around, he froze. He held that tray and his lips parted, but no words came out. She’d let her towel slip to the floor…

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Between the Sheets

  She stood with one foot covering the other as he gently set the tray of food down.

  “You’re okay with this? Ya sure this is what you want?”

  “Yes. I’m sure.”

  He cocked his head to the side, regarded her for a moment or two, then removed his robe and underwear. ‘Waiting,’ by Jule Vera was now playing, one of her favorite songs.

  And then, he was suddenly before her, enveloping her in his strong arms. The way he took hold of her with both tenderness and command made her heart scream. He rocked her in a slow dance, all while sustaining a strong embrace. He felt like a fortress against her body. Too tall to climb over and get around, but she didn’t dare wish to. He felt like a stone lion that had come to life, and he was ferocious to others, but good to her, keeping all the bad shit out, sending it away, far away. Nothing else mattered but this moment. Right here. Right now.

  “When I tell you that you’re the most beautiful person in my world, you better believe me.” He rested his chin on top of her head as they slow danced, their naked bodies swaying back and forth like palm tree leaves in a cool breeze. The smell of the food blended in with the scent of his cologne, and she felt good all over. “From the moment I first saw you, Egypt, to right now, this was all meant to be.” She couldn’t deny that. “Long walks in the snow… I remember those big, fluffy snowflakes landing on your nose. One time, you let me see you cry and I wiped your tears away. Your parents were havin’ trouble with the insurance company regarding the house fire. You couldn’t go home, but you didn’t want to, because you’d met me.”

  “How are you remembering all these things?”

  “I don’t know. It all came back to me though. Everything. I remember it all now.” They kept on dancing, and though he was significantly taller, it felt as if they were made to be together. They fit perfectly. Every curve, dip, and groove. “I also remember when ya noticed something was wrong with me one day. I didn’t wanna talk about it, so I snapped at ya. Afterwards, I apologized. You held me close when I told ya my mother had found a lump in her breast. Her own mother had died of breast cancer, and one of ’er cousins, too. I was convinced she was gonna die. Thankfully, she was okay, they caught it on time, but before she was out of the woods, you told me you were gonna pray for her, and I believed ya. I felt like there was power in your words because it seemed whatever you put your mind to would happen. So maybe, just maybe, God would listen to your request. He did. We were there for each other… I could talk to you. You could talk to me. I never felt judged by you, even w
hen I did stupid stuff.”

  He paused, then added, “Egypt, I just remembered something else. I need to ask you about it.”

  “Yes? What is it?” They stopped dancing and looked at one another. Her heart flipped, her soul soared, and her body craved this man with every fiber of her being. He was rugged and rough. Beautiful and tortured. Angry and sweet. How could he be all of these things? And yet, he was.

  “Soon after my father died, my mother said she received a huge bouquet of white flowers. She said they were some of the prettiest flowers she’d ever seen. All kinds of white flowers mixed together: roses, tulips, wild flowers, and more. It came to the house addressed to her and my sister, Jenn. The note simply said, ‘With my deepest sympathy.’ The signature was one letter, ‘E,’ and it had a pink satin ribbon wrapped around the stems. My mother’s favorite color is pink. That shade exactly. She had no idea who’d sent them, and asked me if it was someone I knew. You sent those flowers, didn’t ya?”

  “Yes…” He squeezed her, kissed the top of her head.

  “I gotcha back in everything you do, ya hear me?” She nodded, holding back her emotions the best she could as she clung to him with all that she had within her. “And, I’ve got my baby back. Now that you’re mine, I’m never lettin’ you go.” He sounded choked up as he held her close. So close.

  He picked her up with one arm, swept her off her feet, and she hurriedly wrapped her hands around his neck, securing herself to him. They looked into each other’s eyes, pausing to kiss. Kissing turned into touching, rubbing along each other’s limbs, warming each other up with love and newfound devotion. Soon, the feel of cotton sheets surrounded her. He moved so smoothly, she hadn’t even noticed he’d reached the bed. The heat of his body covered her.

  Their mouths locked, soft flesh to soft flesh. Hungry kisses and eager, urgent touches melded together. Her stomach crunched and relaxed, again and again as electric waves ignited throughout her. Impassioned strokes of the mouth dotted her neck and the sensitive bends of her collar bones, before navigating down the valley between her breasts.

  Cool air hit her nipples as he zealously sucked them softly, then hard, his nose flattened against the soft skin. Over and over, he ministered to them, popping the tender, hardened bud out of his mouth until he’d had his fill. Jordan traveled lower and lower, exploring on his way the canvas of her body as she clutched the sheets with a trembling fist.

  Her back arched when he pressed his palms against her inner thighs, forcing them open. She looked down, and all she could see was lustrous strands of sable brown hair. Whimpers and temptations echoed from her body and mouth as he introduced his curled tongue to her throbbing blossom. Then… everything went into gooey, glistening softness… petals in perfect purple. Her flower sang new songs in foreign languages. Slick rain fell against her skin as he drank and swallowed her pussy, the sloshing, wet, gushy noises filling the room like jazzy notes and incense in a dark basement club. The beast between her legs cupped her close, grabbed her hard, yanking her like a caught criminal, almost painfully to secure her in place. His fingertips sank into the flesh he now owned.

  “You’ve gotta slice of heaven between your legs…”

  He shook his head vigorously, moaning loudly as he thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy. Tongue fucking it. Fucking it hard.

  “Oh God… Jordan… Jordan!”

  “That’s my name… Mmmm, baby, baby, baby… You taste even better than I imagined.”

  He was devouring her, eating her alive. When he pulled away from her, strings of honey dangled from his lips. With a pleased smile, he graduated to the art of strumming her clit with the side of his thumb. He returned to his buffet and slid his tongue up and down her soaking wet slit. Tracing the lips with a probing tongue, he went from side to side, up and down, and all around until she was barely hanging on, her body turning a million vibrations, colors, and temperatures. A deft finger slid within her, then another. It seemed every nerve ending of her pussy was amplified as he sopped up her juices with a hungry mouth.

  “Give it to me. Give it to me, baby! Cum on my fuckin’ tongue…”

  He dragged her down the bed like a caveman carting away his prey, and she trembled. When he briefly looked up at her, his short beard gleamed from her nectar. He entered her again with his finger, twisting and turning it, having his way with her pussy, then sucked her essence from his digit. She was finished… that was the end… No more restraint.

  As she came, he clung to her, resting his face against her thigh and looking up at her with appreciation and nothing short of undying love. He gently stroked her stomach until she settled. Her muscles took a while to stop twitching. Giddy screams escaped her when he picked her up, slammed her on her stomach, then hiked her ass to his face.

  A wet tongue ran down the split of her ass, and a hard kiss to the left cheek sealed the deal. Giant hands wrapped around her waist and squeezed, then he yanked her to his chest, her back against his stomach and pecs. Cupping her chin, he forced her to look him in the eye as he dry-humped her ass. His stiff nature crashed into her, threatening to enter her canal. Balmy streams of moisture gushed down her inner thighs. His touch was gold. His tongue, silver. His words, platinum. His heart, diamonds, iron and steel. Hard and beautiful. Everything happened so fast, with such force…

  She yelled and cursed as he slammed her down onto her back. J. Dilla’s, ‘Sunbeams’ was on the air as he hovered over her. Cradling the back of her head, he brought her mouth to his dick, knowing her desires. She greedily went for it, slurping and sucking the throbbing, delectable member. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, pleasure etched across his face. His chiseled jaw tightened and thunderous groans dripped from his lips. He placed one hand on the headboard, steadying himself as his deep voice filled the room. Starting a rhythm, he thrusted in and out of her mouth, slow and easy, fucking her lips. She felt like an addict, already needing more of him, wanting him to touch, suck, use and fill every hole of her body. A body she’d once hated, but he cherished, no matter the skin she was in. She was being worshiped. Adored.

  “Stop. Stop.” He smiled as he jerked away from her, panting hard, his abdominal muscles clamping then relaxing as he fought for his next breath. “You were about to make me cum.”

  “Exactly.” She slipped her finger into her mouth and tossed him a haughty smile.

  “I don’t usually cum from top. Damn. You’re good, baby.” Proud of herself, she sat up and watched him grab the box of condoms he’d bought on their way over from the nightstand. He tore into the black and gold box, then removed one. He was getting ready to sheath himself when she took it from his hand. Kneeling down, her face inches from his bobbing cock, she placed the condom in her mouth, then rolled it with her lips down his shaft.

  “Shit! Ya gotta be kidding me. I was gonna ask where ya learned that, but it doesn’t even matter. I’m the recipient now. Never look a gift horse in the mouth.” She laughed as he grabbed her to him and crushed her lips in a kiss. “Lie down, baby.”

  As soon as her back hit the bed, he was on top of her, ravishing her from head to toe with kisses. When he crawled back up her body, he fingered her curls out of her face, and the look in his eyes was so intense, she stopped breathing for a moment.

  “You’re so beautiful. So, so beautiful.”

  Knocking her legs apart, he settled between them. The sudden heat and tightness of his rock-hard hips between her thighs felt like comfort and home. Moving one of his hands along her ass, cupping the cheek, ushering her close, he placed her at a slight angle. Using his other hand, he guided the head of his dick inside her. They groaned at the same time, the feeling so intense it made her toes curl and words spill out of her mouth that she barely understood.

  “You like how I feel inside you, baby?”

  “God, yes.”

  “You should be arrested for havin’ pussy this good.”

  Her eyes rolled as he pushed more of himself inside. His dick was a beautiful crime and sweet puni
shment. His broad girth stretching her open, he caressed her clit and dove deeper in the trenches. With each infinite thrust he twisted his hips, like a corkscrew dipping within her wine. Her body racked with a sudden orgasm, and then another poured from her core. She held on tight, her nails sinking into his back.

  “I like that, baby. You can scratch me up all you want.” He brought her wrist to his mouth as if wishing to smell her perfume. He kissed her skin, then placed her hand back against his shoulder.

  Wrapping her legs around his gyrating waist, she began to twirl her hips, matching his thrusts. He watched her closely as he delivered maximum pleasure.

  “Ahhh…” She seized when she felt him glide a finger within her ass. Soft thrusts ensued as he kept rocking his hips, sweat cascading down his face and limbs, his movements causing a sliding against her clit with each purposeful lunge.

  “That’s it, baby… cum again… Come on my cock. I wanna damage ya pussy, beat it up real good, but repair and take away all the hurt I caused your heart.” She groaned when he fell atop her, going so deep it seemed as if he was going to blow her back out. Their bodies became slick with sweat and need as they rode one another, yelling and moaning, holding tight to each other. The slapping noise of his balls against her swollen pussy lips echoed as he slammed into her, pounding relentlessly.

  “Yes! Jordan! You make me feel so good. I’m tingling all over…”

  “I love ya, Egypt. I’m not kiddin’ around, and anyone who tells you different about me is full of shit. I’m crazy about you. I swear on my father’s grave.”