Love, Honor & Protect- Addicted to You 2 Page 5
Reaching over, I grab my phone and answer it. “Hello, this is Tabitha speaking.”
“You have no idea how much like a machine you sound,” Brooke laughs.
Rolling my eyes, I move to sit up only to have Jeremiah roll over on top of me. “What do you want, Brooke?”
“Damn. Can’t a girl call and see how her best friend is doing?” she questions in a fake hurt voice.
“I know you, Brooke.”
Jeremiah then decides to make a heat-filled trail of kisses from my neck on down. I couldn’t sit still for even five seconds. He’s really trying to mess with me.
She sighs. “Fine. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight.”
Jeremiah must have heard her because his head shoots up, and his eyes are on me while he’s shaking his head. ‘Tell her no,’ he mouths.
I smile. “I’m sorry, Brooke, but I’m staying in for the night.” I suck in a breath when I feel Jeremiah’s teeth nibbling at my inner thigh. “Jeremiah and I are going to stay inside and watch movies.”
“Mmmhmm. Watch movies,” she says in a tone that says she doesn’t believe me.
“Shut up.”
Suddenly, Jeremiah slithers up my body and hovers above me. “Talk to her for a while.”
“Brooke, hold on.” I press the phone into my shoulder to keep her from hearing us. “Why?”
A wicked smile spreads across his lips. “Just do it. I want to try something.”
I raise a brow but do as he asks and raise the phone to my ear. “I’m sorry about that.”
“No problem,” she says softly.
“So, how did your day go? I haven’t heard from you all day today until now.”
She takes a deep breath, and I know what she has to tell me is going to be one hell of a conversation. “Giiiirl, tell me why Barb and I almost had to beat the fuck out of Jessica and her little Barbie wannabe friends.”
If I hadn’t been interested before, I damn sure am now. I go to ask her why, but Jeremiah’s tongue sliding up and down my lower lips earns her an entirely different response.
“Oh shit!” I squeal at the sudden action.
“What?” she questions.
Trying to gather my bearings, I reach down and push against Jeremiah’s head to stop him from doing what he’s doing, but he pushes my hand away. I should have known he was up to no good when that smile spread across his lips.
“Um, I meant, oh wow. What happened?” I ask.
“Oh, okay. Anyway, girl, Barb and I ran into them at the mall. Now, you know how Barb and I am and how much we don’t like that bitch. And you know how our mouths are.”
I nod. “Yes, I do.”
“So, we were all in Victoria’s Secret when Barb and I noticed her looking at us while talking to her bitchets, you know, bitches and ratchet,” she laughs but continues. “So, Barb and I decided to confront those hoes.”
“Okay. Mmmhmm, go on.”
I gasp and bite down on my lower lip the moment Jeremiah’s hot tongue starts swirling around my sensitive bud before sucking it into his just as hot mouth. Again, I try and push him away and try and close my legs, but he just pushes my hand away and forces my legs to spread even wider than they were.
“As you can imagine, her bitchets decided to grow a pair and step to us, telling us we need to leave her alone and go shop somewhere we can afford.” Brooke’s voice was slowly beginning to fade. “Now you know that pissed us off, so you know we were about to show our …”
Her voice completely fades as my eyes drift close. All I can hear are the soft moans coming from Jeremiah as he continues to lick and suck on my clit. I swear this man is a god with his mouth. That tongue of his is a gift from above. I never believed a woman could be pleasured so much just by a man using his mouth. Jeremiah proved me wrong, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
I suck in a breath at the sudden invasion of one of his thick fingers thrusting deep inside me. Biting my lip to keep from moaning into the phone, I tilt my hips upward to give him better access.
“This pussy is mine,” I hear him say, his voice low and deep. “No one else is ever allowed to see, touch, or taste this pussy but me.”
I nod in agreement.
He then kisses my lips, gliding his tongue up and down and between my wet folds, all the while, thrusting his thick finger in and out of me at a pleasing pace, pushing me toward the edge of release.
“Cum for me, baby,” he growls before thrusting his finger deeper, sucking my sensitive clit into his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around the sensitive bud.
“Oh my— fucking wow!” I cry out as my orgasm takes me by surprise, ripping through my body like a tide swelling to shore.
“I know, that’s what I said, but if it had not been for a nearby customer, Barb and I would have been banned from the store.” Brooke’s voice rips through me like a surging fire.
I’d almost forgotten about her altogether.
“Well, uh,” I close my eyes and fight to catch my breath, “I’m… I’m glad that didn’t hap-happen.”
“Me too. I love Victoria’s Secret,” she sighs.
Jeremiah slowly kisses a path up my body, licking and sucking on every part of my body he can get to. Using my free hand, I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer.
“I know you do,” I reply to Brooke’s last statement. “Look, Jeremiah and I are about to watch The Choice. Call me back later?”
“Sure. Have fun,” she says.
“We will.”
“Okay. Love you, girl.”
“Love you too.”
The moment I end the call, I reach down in between us, wrap my fingers around his stiff dick and position it at my entrance. I’m more than ready to have him buried deep inside me again.
“Someone’s eager to be fucked,” he laughs.
“I want you inside me, now.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, but he doesn’t move. He just hovers above me with a smile on his lips, staring directly into my eyes with a familiar look of love.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m just taking in how beautiful you are.”
I take a deep breath. “As much as I love and appreciate your declaration of how beautiful I am, I need you inside me right now.”
Locking my legs around him, I pull him deep inside me until he’s buried to the hilt. Moaning into my neck, he slowly starts to thrust, increasing his speed and strength. My mouth falls open in a weeping moan as he thrusts deeper and faster. His body flinches under my palms as I claw at his back, clenching hard onto him.
“Oh my… fuck me!”
“Gladly.”
Suddenly, my legs are being lifted and placed on his shoulders, allowing him to dig deeper and hit places I never knew existed. “Oh, yeah. Baby, you feel so fucking amazing,” he growls.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I claw at the cotton sheets, arching my back and tilting my hips upward as I meet his every thrust. Not only does this man amazes me with his mouth, but in the words of my two best friends, his dick game is out of this world. He started rolling his hips, pulling out to the tip then thrusting back in roughly. Long stroke. Short stroke. Long stroke. Short stroke. He knows my body too well already. Probably better than I know it myself.
“Shit! You’re so deep, baby.”
“You want me to go deeper?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
Without a word, he lowers himself onto me. My legs are still placed on his shoulders, and my thighs and knees are pinned against me, pinning me to the bed. Instantly, my orgasm builds in the pit of my stomach and starts to rise with each stroke. My heart starts pounding in my ears, my stomach tightens, and my sight starts to go blurry as he pounds into me, rocking my body into the bed.
“Don’t stop. Baby, please, don’t stop.”
“You like that, baby?” he asks.
“Yeeeeessss!”
“Can you feel me? Can you feel me deep inside you?” he whispers in my ear, grabbing m
y shoulders tightly and burying himself as deep as he can. “Answer me, baby. I. Want. To. Hear. You. Say it,” he growls.
I open my mouth to answer him but fail miserably. My thighs tense up, almost painfully, as the heat in my belly shoots up my spine and wraps around me like a vice. I feel my inner walls clench down around him as my orgasm tears through me like a tsunami, killing all my other senses. I can’t help but dig my fingers into his back. That must have done it for him because he cums a few seconds after, moaning loudly, before dropping onto the bed beside me, panting.
After a moment of deep breathing, he says, “Are you still up to watch a movie? Or are you tired?”
I pretend to contemplate his question.
“I’d rather make our own movie.”
He laughs. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
I turn onto my side and kiss his lips. “Let’s make the best of your time left here on earth, then, shall we?”
He kisses me, and we make love the rest of the night until we fall into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Present
Jeremiah
(7)
The church is damn near full by the time we make it inside. The halls are filled with chatter and laughter. Everyone seems to be enjoying their time. Everyone but me. I can’t stop thinking about Jessica and how she can pop up at any time and ruin what’s supposed to be the happiest day of my life. In just one moment, she can ruin everything. I need to find her before she causes any more trouble for my family and me.
“Hey, Dad.”
I look down to see Jake pulling at my pants leg. “Hey.” I bend down to pick him up. “What can I do for you, little man?”
“Would it be alright if Mom adopted me?”
I would be a liar if I denied the fact that my heart skipped a beat at his question. Though I can’t blame him—Tabitha is an amazing mother figure—I wasn’t expecting him to ask such a question, at least not yet. Maybe a few years down the road, but not this soon.
“You want Tabitha to adopt you?” I have to ask to be sure I’d heard him right.
He smiles and nods.
“Yes. Mel and I love her, just like you. And we want her as our second mommy,” he says.
Sometimes, I wonder if he’s really six years old. He has the mind of someone so much older, and the way he speaks makes me question what he’s watching on TV.
“Why don’t we talk to Mommy after the wedding?” I suggest. “I’m sure she’d be excited and honored to hear it from you.”
Smiling, he leans forward and kisses my cheek. “Thanks, Dad. You can put me down now.”
Shaking my head, I place him on his feet and watch him rush down the hall, toward my father, who’s just rounded the corner. “Hey, don’t just go running off like that without telling anyone, alright?”
Jake nods. “I won’t.”
My father takes his hand. “Good. Now, let’s go. The wedding’s about to start soon.”
After watching my father and son disappear around the corner, I calmly make my way down the hall and toward Tabitha’s room. She and the women arrived almost five minutes ago and quickly barricaded themselves in one of the rooms. Why? I’m not sure, but I do know I want to see the woman I love before taking her as my wife. So, once I’ve made it outside the door, I give it three hard knocks.
“Who is it?” Brooke’s voice sounds through the wooden door.
“It’s me. I want to see Tabitha.”
It’s faint, but I can hear someone groan out a sigh on the other side of the door. “Go away, Jeremiah. You know you can’t see her until after the wedding starts,” Barb’s voice sounds through the door.
I glare at the door. “I have not seen her in almost two days, alright? I need to see her at least once before the wedding.”
“Why?” This time, it’s Tabitha who speaks. “Why do you need to see me before the wedding?”
Without hesitation, I say, “Because I need to know that all of this is real, that you’re real, and that it’s not all just some tortured dream I’m having,” I admit honestly. “I need to know that I haven’t lost my mind and that you’ve actually agreed to be my wife.”
After a moment of silence, I hear the lock being turned then watch the door slowly open to reveal Brooke, who is dressed in her long, black and red, strapless dress. Her hair is pulled up in a nice bun, and her ears are decorated with black dangling diamond earrings with a matching diamond necklace and hairpin. She looks beautiful.
“Thank you.”
She nods as I enter the room. My gaze drifts toward Barb, who is dressed identical to Brooke, except her hair is pulled up in a messy bun, and her earrings, necklace and hairpin are red instead of black. She, too, looks beautiful… even with the scowl on her face.
“Thank you,” I offer to her.
“Don’t thank me. Thank your future wife,” she groans.
“Jeremiah.”
I turn at the sound of her voice, and my mouth falls open the moment I lay eyes on her beautiful face. She’s hiding behind one of those changing panels, to hide her dress I suppose, but I can see her entire face clearly. Her hair is done up in some elegant style: different pieces of her hair weaving gracefully in and out of the mass of hair, giving it a striking look, with a diamond clip to finish it off. Her lips are painted very lightly with a dark red lipstick, barely noticeable at a distance, and she has a small layer of eyeliner on, making her gray eyes pop. Other than that, her face is makeup-free, and she looks beautiful.
I smile and take a step forward. “Wow.”
“What?” She blushes.
“You’re … breathtaking.”
She smiles brightly before looking me over. “And you look good enough to eat.”
I smile. “You can do all the eating you want on our honeymoon.”
“Hey, we do not want to hear the two of you not so subtly talking about sex,” Brooke groans.
Tabitha rolls her eyes and chuckles. “Get over it, sweetie,” she says, looking in her direction. “All those times I’ve had to listen to you and Barb talk about your sex lives, you can deal with the one time you’ve heard us talk about it … not so subtly.”
“No one put a gun to your head and told you to stay and listen,” Brooke responds.
“Girl, don’t make me slap you on my wedding day.”
Laughing, I move closer to the panel. Tabitha quickly turns her attention back to me. “I want to see you.”
She smiles. “You’re looking at me.”
I shake my head. “I want to see all of you.” I move closer and lower my voice. “I want you one last time before I make you my wife.”
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks turn a bit red. “I thought you said you never want to be quick with me.”
“I don’t,” I reply.
“Our wedding starts in less than ten minutes. That’s a short amount of time,” she says with a smile.
“There’s nothing wrong with being late to our own wedding.” I step closer and lift a hand to her face. “They can wait thirty minutes.”
Laughing, she leans over the panel and kisses my lips, taking my bottom lip in her mouth and tugging at it with her teeth. “As much as I would love that, I want to become your wife more.”
“So, I can’t convince you to tell your girls to get the hell out while you strip naked and let me bend you over that dresser?” I nod my head in the direction of the dresser nearly cluttered with makeup and perfumes.
She licks her lips but shakes her head. “No, you can’t.”
Groaning, I tilt my head back, take a big breath, and close my eyes. “Alright then. I will see your beautiful face at the end of the aisle.” I lower my head to meet her stare. “Soon-to-be Mrs. Keegan.”
She smiles widely. “I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Keegan.”
I lean forward and capture her lips with mine in a passionate kiss. Lifting my hands, I slip my hands into the nape of her neck and draw her closer, kissing her harder, and the world fal
ls away. She lifts her hands to my face, resting just below my ear, her thumb caressing my cheeks as our tongues twirl in a passionate and demanding dance.
“As much as we would just love to watch the two of you eat each other’s faces, we need to finish getting her ready,” Barb’s voice sounds just before I find myself being ripped away from Tabitha. “You need to get out and go wait for her.”
With one last look at Tabitha, I head toward the door. “I will be waiting for you.”
She smiles. “I’ll be the one in all white.”
Past
Tabitha
(8)
“Girl, will you stop pacing in circles?” Brooke groans, grabbing me by my shoulders, pulling me to a stop. “You’re making me dizzy.”
I look into her eyes. “I’m sorry. My mind won’t shut up.”
“What’s going on up there?” Barb questions from her place on the couch. “Why have you been so anxious lately?”
“Yeah. We’re your girls. Talk to us,” Brooke adds.
“I’m worried about Jer,” I admit. “He’s been acting strange lately. On edge.”
The two share a look. “You don’t think he’s cheating, do you?” Barb questions, looking at me.
I shake my head. “Heavens, no. Jeremiah is a lot of things, but a cheater is not one of them.”
“Then what is it?” Brooke questions.
Taking a deep breath, I move to sit beside Barb, and Brooke takes a seat beside me. “I just feel like he may be … growing bored of me.” I run my fingers through my hair. “I know it’s sudden, but maybe he’s trying to figure out a way to end things in a polite way. Though there really is no subtle way to break up with someone, especially when the person you are breaking up with is so deeply in love with you.”
“Oh, honey. Jeremiah is not growing bored with you,” Brooke says, taking my hand. “That man loves you entirely too much to even think about leaving you. You keep him on his toes. What’s to get bored of?”
“You really think so?” I ask.
She nods.
“Besides, if anyone were going to break up with someone, it would be you breaking up with him,” Barb says.