“You slept with Jacob?” she asked, the beginnings of a smirk dancing on her cheeks. “Is that right?” she asked.
“A few weeks before he got married. Yes, I did.”
“Why haven’t you already blown up their world with this information? You could have sent Destiny on the Greyhound back to Atlanta a long time ago. Why are you withholding such damning information, if you really slept with him and you really want to get him back? Help me understand what in the hell you are thinking.”
“Mommy, it has to come out the right way. I can’t just run over there and blurt that out to Destiny. She will never believe me.”
“Well, did you record it or anything?”
“Mommy!”
“Don’t Mommy me. I’m talking about gathering of hard evidence that Jacob can’t deny. He’s a man, and he will deny sleeping with you. You had best believe that.”
“I may have another way to prove it.”
“What other way, honey?” I rubbed my stomach and her eyes bulged out of their sockets. “You are not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Oh, my God. That’s the ticket! There’s no way he can deny it when you have his child in your stomach. Oh, my word Justie. You did it this time!” Mommy screamed excitedly and started walking faster than before dragging me along by the arm. “Let’s get home so we can tell your father that you’re carrying the heir to the Turner Enterprise.”
I wasn’t as thrilled as she was about my pregnancy. I strolled behind her at a slow pace that caused her to stop and ask, “With such great news, what’s wrong with you, Justie?”
“Nothing.” I kept my eyes trained on the ground as we started back walking.
She stopped again. I could see a bile-rising disgust growing in her surly gray eyes. “You don’t know who the father is, do you?”
I hung my head low.
She yanked her hand from mine, reared back and slapped my jaw. “What a disgrace! You’ll never get married now. You’re stupid to think a man of any respectable family will consider it.” She stormed away from me walking at a high rate of speed toward our house.
I sat down on the curb and glanced out into the wooded area in front of me. Ironically, I sat less than a mile from where I left Rick’s dead body. I don’t need a husband. I need help before I hurt someone else, my inner conscious pleaded with my mother’s silhouette that moved further away from me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Lissa
Work Hard
Love Harder
“Do you have any more water in the fridge?” I asked Montie as I scooted to the edge of the bed. We had been sprawled out on his bed testing the designs we were introduced to at the conference.
“Yep, there’s some in there. Let me get it for you,” he said, placing his hand on my waist to pull me down so that I was sitting between his legs in the center of the bed.
I swatted at his hands. “No, you lay down and let me get it this time. I know my way around your room by now, Montie.”
“That you do, that you do,” he said before his neck crooked and his lips covered my nape.
I leapt from his grasp and scrambled to get to the edge of the bed. The chase was on as he pounced after me. He flipped me over so that I was underneath him and overly eager lips sought mine for a heated kiss. His hot, minty breath brushed against my face. “I see now that you’re going to need some training,” he murmured against my cheek as he flipped me onto my stomach and riddled my neck with a new avalanche of rough kisses. Montie yanked my shorts down to my knees and pulled my waist up so that it was suspended in the air. He quickly released his manhood through his boxers and thrust into my core without any other warning.
A gush of air flew from my lungs as I gripped the sheets. “Oweee!” I screamed as my dripping wet flower stretched to accommodate his size. “You can’t just…can’t just keep doing this to me,” I admonished as I opened wide to let him in.
His searing breaths heated my neck as he hunched over me, pumping into my sex for dear life. Over and over he stroked my hypersensitive core from which more and more cream spilled.
“You’re gonna let me take care of you woman,” he growled as he stroked me. “Do you understand what I’m saying to you? Damn, you’re so wet! You gotta let me take care of you.”
“Harder Montie, pump…harder,” I said, surprised to hear my voice begging to be taken rougher. I could barely handle the full weight of his steel as he pulled all the way out to the tip and crammed it into my soft core without remorse. I thrusted back against the length of his long cock until every nerve ending in my body came alive. Insurmountable sensations fluttered through my being awakening parts of me that had been asleep all my life.