Love, Lies & The D.A. (45 page)

The
doctors tell me the wound is not very wide, but it is deep. They consider it a
stab wound. I get some stitches and a tetanus injection, and I leave.

On the
drive home, Mom calls.

“I
spoke to Jada earlier. It wasn’t my intention to upset her, but I think I did.”

“Spoke
to Jada about what?”

“She
didn’t tell you?”

“No.
Tell me what?”

“I
sort of called her this afternoon to thank her for not coming on Saturday.”

“Why?
That was uncalled for.”

“It
seemed like a good idea at the time, until I realized that I upset her. I
promise you that wasn’t my intention.”

“You
know, I understand both your points of view, but I don’t think you’ll ever
understand how badly I want her there. She’s important to me.”

“You’re
in love with her.”

I
remain silent. I’m not sure I want to have this conversation right now.

“Does
she know?”

“No,
and I think it would be best if we kept it that way.”

“You
realize, if she didn’t have deep feelings for you as well, she would have never
come to that decision. I messed up by calling her, but it made me realize how
much she cares for you and our family.”

“Thanks
for that information, Mom. Look, I have to go. We’ll chat later.”

I
arrive at Jada’s place. What a day it’s been. What a day she’s had. I sigh at
the feel of my phone vibrating again. This time it’s Cooper. The news for Jada
isn’t good.

I’m
surprised she’s still asleep when I get in. I join her, snuggling up beside her.
I watch her as she sleeps so soundly. It’s easy to forget that her accident was
almost a month ago, and although her ankle is healed, the rest of her body is
still very much in recovery. Some days, she seems back to normal, others I can
tell it’s still a bit of a struggle.

She
twists and turns beside me. It looks like she’s about to wake.

“Gosh…
how long did I sleep for?” she asks, suddenly sitting up.

“A few
hours. You must have been tired.”

“How’s
your chest?”

“It’s
fine. I went to the hospital and had it stitched up.”

“You
should have woken me.”

“I
wanted you to get your rest. Douglas took me.”

“Is it
going to be okay?”

“I’ll
be fine; don’t worry about it.”

“You
still angry with me?”

“No,
Babe. I was angry at the situation and that asshole, not you.”

“You
wouldn’t feel that way if you were on the receiving end.”

“I’m
sorry.”

“It’s
okay.”

“I
heard from Cooper… I’m sorry.”

“I
think I was prepared for that. I was expecting it when he called and asked me
for the name of the hospital where Bobby was. I knew once they found out he was
going to be okay this would happen.”

“Sorry.
C
ome
on. Let’s go to my place. I think Floria was trying to make up for her screw up
the other day. She made me my favorite dinner.”

“What’s
that?”

“Hungarian
Goulash.”

“Sounds
delish…”

“Pack
a bag. We’ll stay the night… or two. Micky and Maggie will be happy to see us.”

She
stares at me, and I know she’s thinking, “Stop bossing me around,” but she
smiles, and it isn’t long before we’re home.

After
dinner, Jada’s
on the phone with her brother in the living
room while I get to work upstairs in my office. I have to finish getting ready
for a deposition first thing tomorrow morning. A couple hours in, my office
door opens and Jada walks in. Her wet hair falls in curly locks over her
shoulders.

“Hey,
Babe. You okay?” I ask.

She
gazes into my eyes but does not verbally respond. She walks over to me,
spanning her legs across my body while I sit in my office chair. She pulls away
my T-shirt she’s wearing over her head, revealing her completely nude body. She’s
doesn’t have any underwear on, and at that moment, it becomes clear what she
wants.

She
devours my lips as one of her hands travel towards my crotch. Sex is the
furthest thing on my mind, but my cock stands erect and seems to agree with her
plan. Her eyes are filled with so much desire, and before I can think to
protest, I hear the zipper on my jeans head south.

“Ja—”
I try to stop her, but she ignores my subtle protest.

Within
seconds, she rips my jeans off, and her hands travel up and down my stiff cock
as she descends between my thighs. I soon feel the warmth of her mouth
surrounding me. I give up on trying to stop her, shut my laptop, and push it to
the side of my desk. I watch while she swallows my cock. She’s sucking on it
like a leech, massaging me in all the right places.

I sink
my hand into her hair over her head and rotate my hips between her slippery
fingers and into her mouth. I know I won’t last much longer if she keeps this up.
I’m about to explode.

“Fuck,
Jada.” I stand and pull her to her feet. Then after pulling my shirt over my
head, I shove all the files on the desk away. A pile of books towards its edge
comes crashing down to the floor before I set her to lie on my desk. For her
pleasure, probably more so mine, I’ll give her what she wants. I sit in my
chair, spreading her legs far apart. I rub her gently with my fingers then
circle her center with tender kisses. I aim straight for her swollen pussy and
release my tongue inside her.

She’s
quickly becomes saturated, and her soft pleasurable cries and moans permeate
through the room. She raises her ass repeatedly to meet my stride, and her
erotic, sexual dance lets me know she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I
alternate licking her with rubbing her clit with my middle and index fingers,
arousing her further. She’s sweet. I could do this to her all night long, and
the sight of her juices running down her thighs and my hands makes me eager to
get inside her.

I come
up for air, using my fingers above and inside her, then take a moment to absorb
her beauty. Her eyes meet mine. She slips off the desk and straddles me in my
chair, slowly swinging her hips over my erection.

I
circle my hands around her head and look into her eyes. I’m not sure, but I
think what started out as pure sexual desire for her might have turned into
something else. I see a speck of vulnerability in her eyes, and it’s at that
moment, I realize what she might need is so much more than awesome sex.

I draw
her head towards me, kissing her gently on her lips. The intensity between us
rises, and as we zealously kiss, the sight of her engorged ruffles slipping
over my cock makes me want all of her.

I lift
her, placing her on my desk once more. I stand, and she comes to her feet
surrounding her arms around my neck as we kiss. With her in my arms, I take
tiny steps towards the door. It’s my intention to take her to my bed, but she’s
now massaging my cock, and I can’t hold back further.

I
plaster her lithe body against the wall, slowly entering her. She wraps her
slender arms around my neck, her soft kisses on my throat heightening my desire
for her.

My
arms brace her extended legs apart as I continue to ascend my body into her.
She ties her legs around my sweaty frame as I circle her in my arms.

Her
kisses become more demanding. I want to please her. I feel her loving caress in
my hair, her soft touch on my wound from this afternoon, and her soft whispers
of my name. I know she’s nearing her peak.

I gaze
at her as I thrust myself into her, sending her body up and down against the
wall. Her eyes are closed, some of the wet tendrils of her hair are plastered
around her neck, and her mellifluous pleasurable moans arouse me further.

We
slowly collapse to the plush rug on the floor, and as I kneel on the floor with
her wrapped in my arms, she slips her slippery wet core over my stiff arousal.
Our tongues are in a never-ending dance as we passionately kiss.

I flip
her over, face down, and I bury my cock inside her. Taking her from behind, I
circle my cock inside her, boring my ass into her while pleasuring her core
again, and again, and again, teasing her, gratifying her, rubbing her pleats.

I need
to see her face. There’s nothing I love more than watching her come. I flip her
to her back. Her hands clasps mine as I slowly move over her, delving myself
into her.

“Oh,
Johnny…” she cries out in utter bliss.

“Yes,
Babe… Harder?”

“Yes.”

“Faster?”

“Yes…Deeper…”

She’s
near her release. I hold her firmly in place as she wraps her arms around my
shoulders and give her what she so desperately desires, thrusting my body hard and
deep inside her.

I, too,
am so close to coming. Her moaning is louder, and as she announces her
grandeur, I feel her nails digging firmly into my back. She’s coming, hard, and
as I watch her convulse in my arms, I join her and we both release.

I roll
over, so she is now on top of me. She nibbles gently on my lips then lays her
head on my chest, running her fingertips over my arms.

“You
okay, Babe?”

“I’m
fine.”

“You
sure?”

She
tilts her head up looking at me.

“Yeah.
I’m okay. Today was just… rough… scary… you could have been killed.”

“We’re
both safe. I don’t want you to worry.”

“I
needed to be close to you.”

“I’m
always here for you.”

“I
know. Thank you.”

Something
changed between us tonight. The sex was incredible, but with Jada, that’s
nothing new. I think she let go a little. For the first time, I feel she
realizes that she can really trust me. I think she realizes I’m really here for
her, and I’m not going anywhere.

We
shower together then she helps me straighten out my office. I sit at my desk to
continue with the work I’d begun. She makes me a cup of coffee then quietly
cuddles up on the sofa across the room. Soon, while I work, I look over at her.
She sleeps.

*     *     *

I wake
in Jonathan’s bed. I haven’t left since we came here on Wednesday. That was two
days ago. I roll over to find an empty bed beside me, with the exception of a
blue iris that lies on his pillow. I’ve noticed them in his front yard. It
brings a smile to my face, and I have a feeling that the flower has set the
tone for the day ahead.

I’m
planning something special for tonight. Since Jonathan has the event tomorrow,
we’ll be in San Francisco for the weekend. I’d like to treat him and let him
know how special he is to me. I guess also, in many ways, I want to make up for
my absence tomorrow. I still wish I could be there. I want to be there, but
deep down inside, I know I’m making the right decision. I put those troublesome
thoughts behind me and scan his kitchen in preparation for the night ahead.

When
he arrives home, I’m surprised when he tells me he made reservations for
dinner. An hour later, we sit at a restaurant with some of the most amazing
architecture and gorgeous city views.

“I can’t
believe you’ve taken me to the competition,” I hiss.

He looks
at me, stunned for words.

“Kidding!”
I laugh.

“Thank
goodness. You’re the only person I know who can make me speechless.”

“I’ll
take that as a compliment. Thank you. I’m happy to patronize the competition.
They send business my way all the time.”

In the
middle of dinner, my phone rings.

“It’s
Phillip,” I say to Jonathan before answering the call. “Hi. Is everything
okay?”

“Sorry
to bother you, but we have a break in the case.”

“Which
one?”

“Oh
sorry, the threatening phone calls.”

“I
assumed they were from Chris Hostin.”

“They
weren’t.”

My
skin grows cold. “Then who’s responsible?”

“Do
you know anyone living at the address: 10001 Fourth Street in San Francisco?”

“I’m
not sure… I don’t think so. Is that in the Financial District?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t
think I know anyone living there.”

“What
is it?” Jonathan asks.

“Phillip
hold a sec, please,” I say. “The threatening calls have been coming from the
Financial District. I don’t think I know anyone who lives there.”

“Does
he have an address?”

“10001
Fourth Street.”

Jonathan
doesn’t immediately respond, but his temple starts twitching. He gestures me to
hand him my phone, and I do.

“Yeah.
Her name is Sophie Marcel. Arrest her, and if you can’t find her at that
address, she owns her own advertising agency. The name is Pinnacle
Advertising.”