Authors: Cora Blu
Kenya groaned long and loud. “Four fingers,” she corrected and he grinned looking at the floor past his four finger erection.
“That’s it, Do it Mo Ru'n, enjoy her for me, and make her work for it. Don't give it to her too fast tease her a little. Let the heel of your hand massage the bundle of nerves poking out, soft, easy strokes, like you’re squeezing a ball now bring your fingers up slow.” Kenya moaned and he had to bite his lip not to fist himself through the jeans. He angled around tipping his chin back, seeing the men eyeing him and kept going. His wife needed this, they both did. “I love smoothing back the wet hair clinging to the curve of your jaw in the rain. Seeing it curve over your collarbone has me thrusting harder just to watch the strands slap against your bare skin.I’m picturing the easy way your lips part allowing water to drip off the corner of your lips to catch on your bare breast and your nails digging into my chest . I love watching you fight not to scream with me stretching you, filling you, knowing I'm the only man to pleasure my woman has my hips pumping up driving faster into your tight body. Watching your breast bounce I can't resist, pushing up to rest on my hands to drag my teeth around your nipple watching the pulse in your neck jump when I lick the tip. You're a drug, Mo Ru'n.” Had he even made love to a woman before? Over the phone, every memory of her body came with a scent filling his lungs and a feel to tease his fingertips.
“Uh!” her moans and utterances brought him out of his fog, had him tenting his jeans painfully.
He kept going. “I love the way you swirl your hips over the tip when I suck your breast, and you're holding the back of my head, your nails gripping my ears. I love the scars you leave behind my ears. I get through this dark place with you in my mind and my heart. Picturing the rain running down your body, over your belly, takes me to a place no one can reach, no sound can invade.” It takes him out of that hell hole long enough to remember not to strangle anyone so he can get out. “Are you there, on the edge, ready to explode?” He was gonna poke a hole through the mattress tonight.
“Jonathan...Ah, yes, yes,” Kenya cried out and he listened for that gulp of air she takes after her climax burned down through her body.
She gulped.
He laughed loving the sound of her exhaustion. “We're not done. Cross your ankles, make her tight. Now ease your fingers back where I had them.” He paused to wipe the sweat beading on his temple. “Like that, feel me inside you, pumping in and out, my thighs slapping your ass; I know you're biting your lip trying not to scream. Don't look back, that's my thumbs digging into the dips on either side of your hips. You feel that, my thighs scrubbing up and down behind you, can you? Slow it down.”
“Oh...” she uttered under her breath.
“Hold still; let me run my tongue up the smooth skin of your spine, making your ass pump into me. You're sexier than you know, Kenya. You make my heart sweat just knowing you belong to me. Pull your hair over your shoulders; I can't see your neck...hell, your beautiful woman.”
“Let me hear you scream my name to the ceiling, Kenya. Let me know...let me hear how much you dream about me at night, holler for me, Kenya. I'm the only man that can make you feel this way.” Her voice echoed around the bathroom and he closed his eyes as it came through the phone. He throbbed behind every rasping breath she fed him over the line.
“Ohh!” Kenya screamed. Not gripping the head of his cock through his jeans to stroke off the tension she'd built had his eyes crossing. Hell his boy had stretched up under the waistband of his jeans, precum leaking over the head, like a teenager.
“Now lay your head on my chest feel the warm rain on your back, me rubbing your spine trailing down to where I'm still deep inside, but you don't move, just lay there breathing under my chin until you slowly fall asleep, the rain running down between your cheeks rinsing my seed from between your thighs. As the clouds open and the lightning starts I carry your sated body across the roof to the door and down the stairs to a warm bath and curl my arms around your body. In the bed, your soft breathing is all I need to pass out and go to sleep.”
The cool tile felt good beneath his forehead pressed to the wall. He took a hurried glance at the clock above him on the wall. They had one minute. “Kenya, babe, are you okay?”
She sniffed and her voice came out soft and feminine, something he hadn’t noticed until faced with male voices 24/7. Kenya said, “You're my world, Jonathan. I swear to you I'm gonna get you out. I don't wanna cry and have you worry, but honey...I miss you so much. I never understood the place you hold in my day until you weren’t there to hold me at the end of each day.” He could hear the tears in her words. Balling his fingers, he pounded a fist to the cement block wall cursing under his breath. “Mo Ru'n...stay strong. You stay strong for our child and I'll stay strong for you. We'll get through this and next time I'll tell you what I think about when I'm lifting weights in the yard.”
He tried to lighten the mood, but he could hear her soft curses and it broke his heart to hear his woman in pain and from his cell there was nothing he could do to stop the hurt.
“Ta' mo chro'i istigh ionat,” Kenya said through tears and he returned the expression seconds before the line went dead. Jonathan hung up the phone, stood for a moment absorbing the love of his wife then shoved his hands in his pockets and walked to the door. Hearing her pain took the stiffness out of his arousal enough for him to walk without castrating himself. Raising his palms up, he held out his hands for the handcuffs. The click of the lock rang through his head and he let himself be led back to his cell fighting not to struggle against the feeling of never seeing his wife again. No matter how bad things were, Kenya was by his side. Getting out of prison was the only thing that mattered now.
Chapter Fourteen
Sophie sat with Calder on the plane as they headed back to Ireland. The jazz club she worked in for ten years came through for her, supplying her with the name of the manager for the club Kenya celebrated in for her promotion. She picked up the remote, set the DVD in the little drawer, and waited for the picture to fill the screen on the portable CD player. She couldn't wipe the grin from her face when the young group singing started. She leaned forward watching Jonathan swirl Kenya into his arms as the sweet song began. Calder grouped her to his chest his large hands closing around her waist, his fingers pressing into her flesh massaging absently.
“Aye, he's a good man, Sophie. Ye should be proud of him. I'm only his uncle and me heart loves him like me own boy.”
When he turned to look at her, Sophie let her fingers caress his whiskered face tickling the sensitive pads. Brushed her lips over his chiseled jaw then she inhaled the warm masculine scent rising off his skin. Each summer Jonathan went to Ireland to visit Brian. Calder had kept watch over her son ensuring Brian didn't totally corrupt her son. It had given her a sense of peace knowing Calder would watch over him.
“Yer were always a great uncle to me son. More father than uncle the way ye never left him out when ye did things with Jamie. I love you for being there all those years.”
“I started out doing it for the love in me heart for ye, Sophie, but the boy was so eager to please Brian, I couldn't let him be corrupted by me brothers greed.”
The cabin's temperature seemed to rise as they stared longingly into the others eyes. Sophie broke the stare, patting his thigh beside her. She had mixed emotions about Calder accompanying her to the states before her marriage to Brian was annulled, but now that she's free, Sophie couldn't imagine another day without him. And with him by her side she was certain they'd have Jonathan out soon.
“As a mother I couldn't have wished for a better son. And it's obvious he loves this woman. The way he holds her to his heart says she means more than even he recognizes yet.” She leaned into Calder's lips pressed to her temple, sliding her arms beneath his shoulder to ease in along his chest.
“Oy, I'd say the shy smile on Kenya's face says your boy's no trying to hide his arousal, most likely poking the poor thing in the rump.” They both leaned closer to the screen then eyed one another. “Yup, see his eyes closing...and biting his lip. Me boy is hard-up for this gal,” Calder teased and Sophie laughed and cuddled back into his chest. They watched the video four more times. Watching her son fall in love was warming to her heart. Kenya adored her little boy and that gave her a sense of peace she didn't know she looked for from the woman taking her son away. She would slam Brian with this evidence then watch him squirm under his lies.
“I've never seen me son so happy,” Sophie observed happily.
Calder grinned running his thumb along Sophie's collarbone up to the tender skin of her earlobe. He leaned in whispering over her neck. “Remember when we went skinny dipping after riding out to the edge of the river as teenagers?”
“You were always so sweaty. Getting you naked and into the river was the only way I'd let you kiss me,” Sophie teased sliding a hand beneath his shirt molding her hand up the fine hairs covering his torso. Calder's face reddened. His eyes darkened. Sophie said nothing when her chair slowly reclined and Calder eased between her thighs.
“Relax...see if I can remember what you liked about being naked and alone with me, lass,” Calder taunted nudging her blouse up exposing her stomach, his lips covering hers in a kiss warm and sensual.
Chapter Fifteen
Sitting beside Jamie in the Jeep, with Marcus and Katherine in the back seat, Kenya kept her eyes on the two Jeeps following close behind. She went over her list of people invited to the party at Glasgow's pony farm. A caravan of Jeeps carried her old and new family together over the beautiful Irish landscape. Holding the party where the people felt comfortable was important if she was to gain their support.
In the Jeep with her were Jamie, Katherine, and Marcus. And Sophie, Michael, Steve, and Carl followed in the two behind them with more food. Fiona, Salma, and her aunt Karla stayed back at the estate working on the next article for the paper and Karla wanted to meet herself a Nigerian. Fiona promised to give her the inside scoop on the men over there. Karla's husband was in prison for life and had told her plenty of times to find someone.
The countryside sat quiet in the ease of the cool afternoon. The subtle glow of the sun straining to make a show behind the slight lift of the field as it stretched along the skyline, called to Kenya taking in the scene as it passed by the window of the jeep in long dry water colored strokes.
“Kenya,” Katherine got everyone's attention in the Jeep. “Seeing as how no one was invited to the first wedding are you and Jonathan gonna have another one, so your family can be there?” Took that question a long time to be asked.
She craned her head around to see her mother in the back seat. “After what you taught us growing up about finding the right person so you only walk down once?”
Katherine said, “That's because I thought at least your father and I would be there.”
“How did you put it? A wedding ring is placed on your finger for the first time, once. Momma you know if things were different I would have waited, but they weren't. As much as I hated not having everybody there we already made our vows to one another.” She couldn't miss Katherine folding and unfolding her hands in her lap looking out the window. “But, once my husband is home, I'd love it if my mother would help me set up a reception.”
Katherine crossed her ankles in the tight space and looked at Marcus. “I told you she was gonna ask me to help.” She waved a hand in the air, a warm smile opening her face. “Don't worry about that right now; we need to get my son-in-law home first. Then we have a baby shower to plan. Your aunt, Karla, is gonna flip with such short notice. But we'll take care of everything. I'll call Burton's Banquet hall off I-96 and see if they have the room with the long chandelier available in the spring.”
Stretching back a hand, Kenya massaged Katherine’s knee as their eyes met. “You already have it reserved don't you, Momma?”
Marcus preened shaking his head. “Your mother put a deposit on the room after she saw you and Jonathan dance at the jazz club.”
She had the best mother.
“Burton's isn't a UAW hall. You can't book these rooms at the last minute and expect to get anything nice. If we want the appetizer table and the fruit table we need the room connected to the patio so we can take pictures out by the fountain.”
Jamie shot her a look that said he liked her mother.
“Soon as Jonathan's out we'll talk about a reception,” Kenya said seeing how happy it made Katherine to be included in her life. It made her happy too. Maybe she'd reconsider having a second wedding.
Marcus winked at her twisting in her seat. He leaned over the seat and held her shoulder.
“The party you're having now to save your husband...how many people do you anticipate showing up?”
“We invited everyone that pays rent on the land surrounding Blakemore estates.” She looked over at Jamie for any additional people she wasn't aware of. When he said nothing, she turned back to Marcus. “Daddy, the moment all this is over I want you and Steve to come back to Ireland and play golf with Jonathan. He's an amazing man and I don't want either one of you to think this is normal for Jonathan, to be in trouble with the police.”
Her father barked out a loud laugh filling the cabin of the Jeep with his hand on Jamie's shoulder over the seat. “Kenya...I've been listening to these people, farmers, fishermen, and herders, talking about your husband. Many are looking forward to this party to get to know you and to support your new family.”
“Kenya's well liked, but some are suspicious of outsiders regardless. I know once they get to know Kenya's intentions, they'll step forward.”
Marcus looked between Kenya and Jamie. “You treat my little girl, like family. I like that.”
“She's stubborn as a mule and that's what Jonathan needs.” Jamie closed a hand over Kenya's. “Aye, I like her.”
“What he likes, is Julia.”