Tori

My eyelids fluttered open. A knowing smile spread across my face as I stretched my deliciously sore muscles like a cat waking up from a glorious nap.

I sighed blissfully.

What a night. That was all I could think while remembering how dirty Jay made me. Yes indeed, I was filthy, and I loved every minute of it.

I finally pulled myself from the soft bed, padded into the bathroom and did my business. With tamed hair and a clean mouth, I wandered down the stairs toward the muted sounds of little girl chattering and giggles.

Rounding the corner into the kitchen, my steps faltered at the sight of Jay dabbing pancake batter on the end of Jazzy’s nose and her swatting at him playfully. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times—a man wrapped around his daughter’s little finger is hell on a woman’s hormones. It was the equivalent of a room full of biological clocks ticking like a bomb ready to explode.

“Morning,” I greeted as I made my way over to the bar where Jazzy was stationed. Jay was opposite her, stirring the aforementioned pancake batter.

“Tori!” Jazzy shouted as her little legs swung out of control like pendulums hanging from the bar stool.

Jay turned, and his eyes went lazy as he took my body in. I felt his perusal like a slow, hot caress on every part of me. I attempted to ignore the way he was affecting me and gave Jazzy a quick squeeze that she returned with fervor.

“Morning, baby. Come here,” Jay’s low voice was impossible to ignore as my focus automatically moved back to him.

Needing to feel him and without questioning the fact that he was telling me what to do, I walked around to the other side of the bar and straight into Jay’s waiting arms. They circled my waist and tugged me close to his hard and warm body. Just where I wanted to be.

His lips reverently brushed mine, and I shivered. He pulled back far enough to look into my eyes, and I could tell that he was smiling by the way his eyes were crinkled around the corners.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hey,” he whispered back. “How you feelin’ today?”

Catching his hidden meaning, I melted further into his embrace. “Good. Real good.”

“I’m good too!” Jazzy added and I laughed as Jay cursed, suddenly reminded that we had an audience. Reluctantly, he let me go so that I could get a cup of coffee and he could get back to making breakfast.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” I asked from my place at the fridge. I adored the laidback feel of Sundays. Part of me would have been completely happy with lying around the pool all day, while the other part of me looked forward to whatever adventure Jazzy talked us into taking.

“Monica is coming to pick up Little Miss here. I want to have a word with her when she does. Then we can do whatever you want.”

“Anything I want?” I asked coyly, hoping to wipe the frustration from his face at the thought of dealing with Monica.

My plan worked as his face broke out in a smile and he said, “Anything.”

That one word was extremely loaded. I knew exactly what we’d be doing. There were a lot of rooms still left in this house that needed to be christened. I was in the mood to see how many we could get through before nightfall.

“I’ll take you up on that later, mister.” I swatted his deliciously sinful behind and hauled myself onto the barstool next to Jazzy.

“Will you do my puzzle with me?” She asked with so much charm I felt my heart melt at just the sight of her.

“Sure thing, honey. How about after we eat though? Those pancakes smell good. Don’t they?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” she hummed and resumed bouncing in her seat. “Daddy makes the best pancakes.”

“I bet he does.”

“Why don’t you get the syrup out of the fridge and nuke it in the microwave like I taught you,” Jay interjected.

I watched in delight as she jumped off the stool and raced to do her task.

“Anything I can help with?” I asked him.

“Nope. Just sit there and look beautiful. I like eye candy first thing in the morning.”

“Is that all you like first thing in the morning?”

“Depends on what you’ve got in mind?” He gave me a salacious grin that I could look at all day, every day.

“What time is Monica coming?”

He turned and looked at the clock on the wall. “‘Bout an hour.”

“Well, see, I was thinking of instituting a Sexotic Sunday session if you’re interested.”

“That’s a whole lot of S’s. What exactly would I be signing up for?”

I leaned forward and beckoned him closer. Once he leaned in, I lowered my voice to be sure his daughter couldn’t hear us from the other side of the kitchen. Licking my lips I explained what I hoped every Sunday would be for us.

“Sexotic Sunday means a Sunday that is both sexy and erotic. It involves some suck and swallow, mixed with a little slap and tickle. You game?” I licked my lips again and this time his eyes followed the movement. I so had him where I wanted him.

“Sunday just became my favorite day of the week if that’s how you want to spend them. But you mean a lot of suck and swallow, right? Because if you don’t, we might need to revise the plan a little.”

I sat back in my chair and laughed hard. “So much for equal opportunity.”

“With a mouth like yours, I’ll take that chance. Don’t worry though, I’ll make it worth your while. I think I’ve heard you scream a time or two about how much you like my tongue.”

“You have no idea.” I winked and decided to make myself useful before little ears picked up on the very adult conversation we were having. I got up and pulled some dishes from the cupboard to set our places at the island.

Jay plated the pancakes and sausage before we all dug in. At the first bite, my eyes rolled into my head, and I let out a loud moan, making Jazzy giggle and Jay squeeze my thigh.

“These are like the best pancakes ever. How did you get them so fluffy and buttery?”

“That’s my secret,” he replied and leaned into my ear. “Maybe later you can persuade me to give it to you.”

“For that bit of information, I would definitely suck and swallow,” I said in a low, breathy voice.

“I’m going to come so hard down the back of your throat, you aren’t going to know what hit you,” he whispered.

“Promise?”

In answer, he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth and gave me a sensual bite.

“You’re on,” I breathed, more than a little turned on.

“Daddy, can Tori come with us to New York?”

“New York?” I raised my eyebrows in question to him. This was the first I was hearing about this.

“Yeah,” he said in between a bite of food. “Going to tend to some business next week. Told Jazzy she could go.”

“And me? Were you planning on telling me? It’s not like it’s on your schedule.” I could feel my irritation rising exponentially.

He wiped his mouth and set down his silverware before turning fully towards me. “No need to get your panties in a bunch. I planned on asking you.”

“When? When you were boarding the plane?” My bitch factor was also rising. I didn’t like being the last one to know something. Especially something like him heading all the way to the East coast for God knows how long.

“This is great.” His stool scraped as he pushed himself away from the table. “Here come the true colors. Jazzy, I’m getting in the shower. If your ma shows up, tell her to wait for me. Yeah?”

“Okay, Daddy.” Oblivious to the tension around her, Jazzy addressed me. “Can we do my puzzle now?”

“Sure honey.” I watched Jay’s retreating back and felt myself wither a bit inside. I absolutely hated the fact that he walked away, almost as if it wasn’t important enough for him to argue over. He had to really be pissed. But then again, so was I. I deserved to be a part of his day-to-day life now that we were together. And that included being informed of his plans to leave the damn state. I didn’t even know how long he intended to be gone.

Halfway through Jazzy’s Disney Princess puzzle, I heard the front door open and a melodic voice call out, “I’m here!”

My stomach dipped, and a nervous energy filled me when a gorgeous woman came into the family room and Jazzy raced over to her.

Monica. In the flesh.

Holy shit she was gorgeous. She looked older than I imagined. Could be the years of partying when she was younger had taken a toll, but it did nothing to diminish the beauty that was there. She had long, shiny black hair, brown eyes and mocha colored skin. Her body was slender with the exception of her large chest. Which upon further inspection had to be fake.

“I’m sorry, you are?” She asked with no small amount of disdain in her voice.

Deciding to be the bigger person since I was hoping to be a part of her daughter’s life for a long while, I stood up and crossed the room with my hand extended.

“That’s T, mommy!” Jazzy answered before I could reach them.

“Tori,” I corrected. “It’s nice to meet you. Monica? Right?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Tori, but this is the first I’m hearing about you.” My mouth gaped at the insinuation that I didn’t mean anything to Jay or Jazzy and thus she hadn’t known about me. This was really the worst point in time for me to be meeting her after Jay’s and my argument earlier.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Jay replied as he walked into the room. A small part of me wondered if he purposely stayed away until his ex arrived. I tried to quiet that growing monster and focus on what was taking place in that room.

“Do I?” Monica put her hand on her chest and acted taken aback by his declaration. “Then again, it doesn’t really matter does it? She’s just another piece that will come and go in our daughter’s life. I’m just curious to see how much she uses you for in the meantime.”

“Jazzy? Do you want to go outside and play with me?” I asked, thoroughly uncomfortable with where this conversation was leading and not wanting the little girl to be subjected to it. What started off as a decent morning was quickly spiraling down the toilet.

“You aren’t going anywhere with my daughter. Jazzy, go get your stuff upstairs so we can leave.”

Poor thing looked torn and didn’t know what to do. I gave her an encouraging nod, and she retreated quickly upstairs to do what her mother told her to do.

“Monica, I want to know what bullshit you’re pulling lately. I’m getting sick of your shit. You forgetting to pick Jazzy up is fucked. And then all of a sudden you want me to spend more time with her after years of trying to keep her from me. I’m more than happy to have her, but I know as well as you do that you’re up to no good. So, you best come clean now and save yourself a world of hurt later.”

Monica’s faced twisted as Jay called her out on her recent behavior. She went from quite gorgeous to downright nasty.

“I’m not up to anything and it sickens me that you’d complain about having more time with our daughter. Does this have to do with her? Does she not want a little girl hanging around here? Or is she one of the ones who try to use our daughter to get to you?”

“I warned you and I’m done with you being a bitch. You show that side to Jazzy?”

“Jasmine,” she corrected.

“I call her Jazzy and you know it. Don’t care if you have a fucking problem with it.”

“Whatever, Jay. Maybe you should stop worrying about me and start worrying about your piss poor decisions. Like her.” Monica pointed at me and I desperately wanted to either punch her or run away from her. I did not want to get dragged into this issue just so she could take the heat off of her.

“This isn’t going to work. You trying to turn the tables like this. I’m going to find out what your ulterior motive is and when I do I’m not going to be happy about it.”

“Do you even have a job, sweetie? Or is he supporting you?” She chose to ignore Jay and go after me instead. I squared my shoulders and decided if she wanted to be rude, I could be rude too.

“Yes, I do. I work at Rucker Records.”

Monica started laughing. “Of course you do. So he is supporting you then.”

“That isn’t true. I take care of myself perfectly well,” I argued. I was beginning to get livid with her for suggesting I couldn’t take care of myself.

“And that nice Bentley out there? I’m assuming it’s yours, right? Did Jay buy that too?”

“That’s none of your business,” Jay jumped in, but I wasn’t going to let him defend me.

“As a matter of fact the Bentley came with me. Jay didn’t need to buy it.” I chose to leave out the unfortunate fact that it technically belonged to my cousin. She didn’t need to know that. “I have my own money and stand to inherit quite a bit more when my father dies. Not that it’s any of your business as Jay just pointed out.”

She gave me a catty grin and shook her head. “I’m sure you will inherit some money. Of course, that will be long after you’ve taken Jay’s.”

“Like you did?” I asked her, catching her by surprise. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting me to go there. “I’m sure the next time your electric needs to be paid, Jay will be more than willing to keep the mother of his child from being left in the dark.”

“You bitch!” She shrieked and lunged for me, but Jay positioned himself between us.

“You just fucked up. Hard. You want to play games? Fine. You ain’t gonna do it with me or with Jazzy.”

“What do you think you’re going to do?” She challenged him back.

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. In the meantime, you better find a way to pay for one for yourself. Not only am I going for custody, but I’m going to cut you off where it hurts. Gone are the days when I keep my wallet open for you.”

“How dare you threaten me? Without that money, your daughter won’t have food and water and whatever else she needs. This is low, even for you.”

“She can get whatever she needs here. I’ve been generous to a fault when it comes to you. I bought your house and gave you whatever you wanted in hopes that you’d be happy and raise our girl right. Instead, you’ve become even more bitter and entitled than you were. I don’t want my daughter to grow up learning to act like that. This shit you’ve spewed at Tori is the final straw. Just because you spread for money doesn’t mean she does.”

“You’d know all about that seeing as how for years I’ve continued to spread for you. Does she know that?”

At the look of confusion on my face, she let loose an even cattier grin than she had earlier. “She doesn’t, does she? She doesn’t know that you sample my pussy all the time. Shit, it was just what? Five or six months ago that I fucked your brains out? I’m sure it won’t be the last time you get lonely and come looking.”

“Fuck you!” Jay bellowed at her. “I’m through with this shit. I mean it, Monica. I’m through. Be prepared for a fight because I’m taking Jazzy.”

“No!” Jazzy screamed with such distress that my heart instantly broke for her. “You can’t take me from my mommy!”

“See?” Monica said triumphantly, knowing full well she could use this to her advantage. “Our daughter wants me, Jay. Not you. Maybe I’ll see to it that you lose some of your visitation.”

“No!” Jazzy cried and dropped to the floor sobbing. “I love my daddy.”

Jay looked ready to strangle his ex, so I raced over and picked Jazzy up off the floor.

“I’m going to take her out front to wait for you to be done.”

“Drop her!” Monica demanded. “She’s my daughter.”

“We’ll be out front,” I repeated and decided to let Jay handle her. Jazzy needed out of that scene.

I set her on my lap as I sat on the front steps. I gently rocked her and rubbed my hands soothingly over her back as she cried. Inside I could still hear the muffled sound of raised voices.

It amazed me that Jazzy was so positive and happy when she grew up surrounded by this type of behavior. Not only that, but I couldn’t believe how nasty Monica was. Based on her sick obsession with needling me today, I had a feeling her recent behavior had everything to do with me and the fact that I was in Jay’s life. She probably thought that Jazzy would scare me away. Too bad for her, it backfired.

Knowing that Jay still slept with her made my stomach churn. How in the hell he could want to put his dick inside that woman was beyond me. After the whole Nessy situation, this wasn’t sitting well. Did he really just need a warm, or in the case of Monica, cold body to make himself feel important? Or was it just as simple as him being a dog and willing to sleep with anyone offering themselves? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

Jazzy had just settled and stopped crying when Jay came out of the house wiping what appeared to be lipstick from his mouth. Monica stormed out behind him looking even more fit to be tied than she previously had.

“Let’s go,” she barked at Jazzy and grabbed her hand, pulling her from my lap.

We watched in silence as she led the girl to her red Mercedes and took off.

“Do I want to know?” I asked Jay. It was obvious her mouth had been on his.

“Bitch thought she could turn hot and I’d forget about my warning.”

“I see,” I stated even though that didn’t really tell me more than I had already guessed on my own.

I dusted off my butt, walked back into the house and began picking up the breakfast dishes. A few minutes later, I felt Jay’s presence at my back. He pulled my hair over my shoulder and started kissing my neck down to my shoulder. I grabbed onto the edge of the sink and braced myself.

“Sexotic Sunday?” He asked between kisses.

“I’m not in the mood anymore.” And I wasn’t. Like at all. My libido was deflated. Almost nonexistent at this point between the earlier argument and then Monica.

“What’s bothering you?” He asked with irritation in his voice. “Monica kissing me or my trip to New York?”

“Both,” I answered honestly. “For one, I can’t quite figure out why you didn’t tell me about your plans when you were making them. And that just isn’t from a business perspective, but a personal one. I live with you. I sleep in your fucking bed. For two, I don’t like knowing you were kissing your ex-wife while I sat outside consoling your daughter. Makes me look a little pathetic.”

“I told you she kissed me. Soon as she did, I stopped her. I can’t control everyone.”

“Speaking of… you aren’t still sleeping with her are you?” I needed to address the lingering concern in my mind since Monica dropped that bombshell.

“No. I haven’t slept with her since before I met you. And when I did, I told her it was going to be the last time. That bitch is toxic.”

Not toxic enough to stick your dick in her before? I didn’t get it, but then again, I didn’t care to.

“Fine.” I had to admit that made me feel a little better. “And New York?”

“I didn’t think about it. I knew I wanted you to go. I just assumed you would. I haven’t had to really think about including someone else in a while, so forgive me for not doing things your way. I’m over this attitude. I don’t need bitchy. I got rid of bitchy when I divorced her ass.”

“Whatever. Let’s just forget about it. I’m going to go take a shower.” I made to walk around him, but he stopped me with his body.

“I’m coming with you and changing your mind about our Sunday plans. You can’t promise a man you’re going to suck and swallow and then renege.”

Despite myself, I laughed. How could I not? This morning was pretty ridiculous, and I didn’t really want our Sunday plans to be ruined. I hated fighting. Worse than that though, I hated holding a grudge.

“Then hurry up. My back needs to be washed. Along with a few other areas.” I dipped my hand down the front of his loose shorts. When I hit gold, I wrapped my fingers around it and felt him starting to harden in my hand. “Besides, I need to lick my plate.”

Within seconds, I was up and over Jay’s shoulder. Sexotic Sunday commenced!