Navy
The delicate smell of strawberries lingering in Belle’s hair intoxicates me. I wait until her breathing evens out and another solid twenty minutes after that before creeping out of bed. Faye had pulled a rocking chair right up next to the bed.
“I’m going to finish this scarf then I’ll climb into bed with her,” she whispers.
I nod, mouthing the words, “Thank you.”
“Stay strong for him. I’ve never seen J.J. this stressed out, and that’s saying a lot.”
“I will, and that’s a promise,” I whisper before leaving.
J.J. taught me the genuine value of a promise. The house is quiet as I walk to his room. The door to the outdoor deck is open. The breeze blows in. I miss fresh air and love our time out on the deck. The familiar smell of pot fills the air when I step out.
J.J. has a joint pinched between his fingers with it perched on his lips. I watch him inhale, hold it in for a few seconds, and then exhale. His olive skin shines in the moonlight, his broad chest on display as well as his muscular thighs. I lick my lips, studying his black boxers. I watch him take another hit before walking up to him.
Standing behind him, I place my palms on the top of his shoulders. He drops his head back, staring up at me.
“Wondered how long you were gonna stand back there and stare at me.”
“I was enjoying the view.” I wink at him. “The moon is gorgeous.”
“Smart ass.” He lets his eyes flutter shut.
I work my hands over his shoulders, run them down his chest, and repeat the process, enjoying the silence and being next to him. His phone changes songs from Johnny Cash to Elvis.
He rises slowly, holding a hand out to me. “Dance with me.”
“You know I don’t know how.”
“I lead, you follow.” He grabs me by the hip, tugging me to him.
I do exactly what he says and follow his lead, swaying to “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” I drop my forehead to his chest, kissing his flesh. J.J. wraps his arms tighter around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He easily guides us with grace. We don’t stop dancing under the stars for the next three slow songs.
His phone beeps then dies. J.J. kisses the top of my head, clutching me tighter than he ever has.
“I’m going to kill him, Navy, and I can’t wait.”
I freeze at his admission.
“I’ve killed and had men killed before, but it’s not like it is now. There’s nothing I want to see more than that man dying before my own eyes. It’s consuming me.”
I plant my palms on his chest and look up at his tortured eyes.
“Kill him,” I whisper. “Then let’s start our life together.”
In a matter of moments, J.J. sits back in the wooden deck chair, pulling me in his lap so I’m facing him. He reaches over to the table, grabbing a small black box. My body trembles in confusion as he pops it open.
“These were my mother’s. Preston gave them to her on their wedding night. They were her prized possession, and I don’t recall many times in her life when she wasn’t wearing them. Always wondered why she left them home when she went on that trip. Think I know why now.”
“Why?” I smooth my finger over the diamond earrings.
“She left them for me to give to the woman of my future. It’s the only way I can explain it.” J.J. moves slowly as he pulls an earring from the jewelry box and puts it in my ear, securing the back. He repeats the action with the other ear then leans forward and kisses both diamonds.
The action sets my body on fire. My hands fly to his boxers, pulling them down enough to free his dick. It’s hard and throbbing. The silky rock-hard shaft slides up and down in my hand. J.J. groans, tossing his head back when I run the pad of my thumb over the bead of precum glistening on the tip.
An urge I’ve never had overtakes me. I slide off his lap, dropping to my knees, never letting go of him and stroking him the entire time. I stare up at him until he drops his gaze back down to me. His whiskey-colored eyes are alive and flared.
“Sparrow.” He cups my cheek. “You don’t have to.”
“I know.” I lick the length of his dick, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking him in my mouth. Flashbacks threaten to ruin this perfect moment. Glimpses of memories of being forced to do this try like hell to invade. I battle them away. J.J.’s moans and the flexing of his hips ground me in the right now.
Hollowing my mouth, I suck hard then light and even add a graze of my teeth. J.J.’s hands tangle in my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft in a loving way.
“I’m close.” His grip tightens on my hair. “Fuck, I’m close, baby. You bett…”
I know what he’s going to say. I ignore each one of his words and shut him up with a sharp graze of my teeth and hard suck on his dick. He pulses once then twice in my mouth before his release hits the back of my throat. I suck him dry and then lick him clean before letting his dick fall from my mouth.
His massive palms pull me back into place on his lap. I don’t get a word out before his mouth crashes onto mine. My fingers tremble, gripping the tops of his shoulders as his tongue swirls and dives in my mouth, relishing his taste. The act portrays an intimate scene and is hot as hell. His soft dick is already hard again, pressing into my center.
Our mouths remain sealed as he works me out of my hot pink yoga pants and places me back on his lap. I take control, still high on the feeling from making this strong, confident man let go in my mouth. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, gripping it tight while keeping firm contact. My core tightens, ready for a release.
His strong heartbeat vibrates off my chest as I slide down him. J.J.’s lips part, and a hiss escapes him as I sink all the way down. I remain frozen, determined to soak up every memory of this sensation.
“If tomorrow doesn’t turn out in my favor…”
I don’t let J.J. have a chance to finish because I crash my lips on his, kissing the hell out of him. I bite down on his bottom lip then sweep my tongue in his mouth. I fuck his mouth to the same tempo my hips move over him. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. He doesn’t control the rhythm of my action; instead he’s clinging to me as if I’m his lifeline.
It drives me. Controls me. The slapping of our skin is the song of the night. My release hits me out of nowhere. Bright lights fill my vision as I tumble over the edge, going taut in J.J.’s lap.
He’s up and standing, holding me close to his body. Before I can ask him a question, he’s slamming his hips up into me while swinging my hips at the same time. The position hits parts of me that have never been touched. My exhausted body is brought right back to life. The buzz in my core ignites to a fiery inferno. With a few more pumps inside me with his perfection of a cock, I’m yelling out his name, digging my nails into the back of his neck.
J.J. shares his release with me at the same moment. Without a word, he walks us inside to his bedroom, laying me out on his oversized king bed. He spreads my legs, dipping between them. His fingers glide through my folds then his mouth is on me in a needy and brutal fashion, driving me crazy.
Hours later I fall asleep in his bed and wake up in Belle’s the next morning.