Black and Blue (Black and Blue Series) (12 page)

He
led her through the house, and rich reds were everywhere. The cherry wood floor gleamed and pictures were on the walls. They walked into a large kitchen, and found a petite woman with waist long black glossy hair. The stunning woman turned around with two freshly baked pies in her hands; she smiled at Henry and two large dimples appeared on her cheeks. She looked at Jamie and her smile never fell. She had the same bright green eyes that Michael had.

“
Hello, Henry, who’s your friend?” She turned her gaze back to Henry.

“
This is Jamie…my girlfriend.” Henry squeezed his hand around hers, and excitement ran through her; he called her his
girlfriend
. He turned his head to look at her and smiled so sweetly at her, it made her heart melt. “Jamie this is Cameo, Mike’s mother.”

She remembered him telling her Mike’s mother was a doctor; Jamie really looked at the other woman
. She was about Jamie’s height and Cameo was wearing high heels; about three inches. But the major thing was she couldn’t get pass how beautiful the other woman was.

“
It’s nice to meet you, sweetie.” Cameo wiped her hands on her apron and reached her hand out for Jamie to shake. Jamie took her hand and grinned. “Would you like some pie?”

Jamie nodded, and Cameo turned around to get them some
. Henry brought her hands to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles; he grinned at her and her heart nearly stopped. Cameo cleared her throat and Jamie blushed. She took her hand from Henry and reached for the piece of pie the other woman was offering.

“
Thank you,” she said and smiled.

Henry put his hand on the small of her back and lead her to the through the kitchen
. When they passed the table she turned her head to look at him. “I want to bring you to my place,” he said and a little grinned tugged at the corner of his lips, but she saw how anxious he was.

Henry
led her through the large house, and she momentarily glanced at pictures; he led her through the back door onto a wooden deck. Jamie couldn’t really see what the backyard looked like, but the steps leading toward the guest house was lit up. She turned her head to look at him.

“
I haven’t seen these before.” Jamie nodded toward the lit up walkway.

He smiled
. “Robert Rich, Mike’s dad, designed them. I don’t think they are out yet.”

The walkway wasn’t big enough for them to walk side by side she had him walk in front of her
. She looked down at her feet at the glowing pathway and was amazed. It was like she was walking on glowing white stones. She glanced up when the sidewalk ended, and took in the beautiful white one-story house with black framed windows and a black glossy door. She instantaneously fell in love with the small house.

Henry held open the door for her and she walked in; h C wa loe turned on a light and the room lit up
. The same cherry wood flooring from the main house was in here, along with a large black couch with bright red pillows. One black and one red, leather Lazy Boys were on either side of the couch. A cherry wood coffee table sat in front of the couch with three remote controls. All of the furniture faced a plain white wall. Jamie looked at Henry and he laughed. He walked away from her and to the couch; she followed. He sat his plate on the coffee table and reached for the large of the three remotes.

The plain white wall lit up, and a football game filled the entire
eight foot wall. Her mouth dropped open. She’d heard rumors about it, but had never seen it. “This is remarkable.” She ripped her gaze away from the wall TV and looked at Henry.

“
Yeah I don’t have too much time to watch it.” Henry turned it off and reached for his pie.

Jamie cut a little piece with her fork and brought it to her mouth
. Apples, cinnamon, almonds, vanilla, and a sweet buttery crust filled her mouth and she moaned loudly. This was the best apple pie she had ever had, and was grateful Cameo gave her a generous slice.

Henry chuckled as he ate his, and she slowly
adored hers. When she was done she leaned forward to set her plate down on the coffee table next to his, and sat back. Henry placed his hand on her leg with his palm up waiting for her to take his; she did. His fingers intertwined with hers and she grinned.

“
I like seeing you in my house,” he said as he squeezed her hand.

Sh
e liked seeing where he lived. It gave her insight on him. Jamie looked around the house and saw a huge bookshelf filled with books, and she saw a black, shiny table in the dining room. The house was spotless. “I like being able seeing where you live,” she said and looked back at him. Ever since she found out that he was one of the leaders of the revolution she wanted to know more, but wondered if he would tell her.

“
What are you thinking about?” Henry asked and she looked up into his eyes.

“
Will you tell me more about the revolution?” Jamie asked and bit her bottom lip, she watched his eyes narrow on her lips.

“
I will tell you anything you want to know,” he said, but kept his eyes on her lips. She felt heat rush to her face.

“
Have you been planning for a while?” she forced herself to ask.

Slowly he looked up to meet her eyes
. “Mike and I have been planning for four years, but really got everything started this past year. We have an astonishing amount of people on both sides that want things to change, and we are prepared to fight if we need to. I really hope it doesn’t come down to that. I don’t want another war to break out, but I’m afraid if something doesn’t change fast, my rebels will be demanding war.” Henry’s eyebrows creased together, and she had a feeling he wasn’t telling her something.

Jamie took a deep breath
. “My father is in danger, isn’t he?”

He looked down at their connected hands, and nodded.
“Yes a lot of people want him dead, but many more want to know about his mystery child. They know you would be the key to hurting him, some think the rebels should kidnap you.” He looked up at her, and determination shined in his blue eyes, along with something dangerous. “I told them no before I met you, and I won’t let them touch you now. You are mine, Jamie, and I will do everything to protect you.”

Jamie felt more of her heart opening up for him and she didn’t want to stop it
. “I told my dad I think things should changes between the Blacks and Blues today.” Henry’s eyes expanded as she spoke.

“
Why would you do that?” he asked and she took her hand away.

She stood up and kept her back to him
. She didn’t just believe things should change just for him; she wanted a better life for everyone. “Henry, I want to be able to walk down the street and to meet new people without looking at the bloody bracelet to see if I am even allowed to talk to them. I want to be able to fall in love with the man of my dreams without worrying my father will…kill him...” She choked as she said that last part and he turned her around to face him. There was so much more she wanted to stay to him, but her throat felt tight with thoughts of him being killed because of her. She wasn’t
falling
in love with Henry, she had already fallen and was hoping he would be there to catch her.

His eyes searched
her teary eyes. “You aren’t the only one worried. You live with the man that is in the center of it all. Your grandfather started all of this and my rebels want to use you.” He stood up and grabbed their plates; he walked away from her and to what must have been the kitchen.

Jamie sighed and got off of the soft
black couch; she followed the sound of running water and walked into small kitchen. White tile covered the floor and a dark red rug sat in front of the sink, which he was standing on. She stared at his back and grinned; his hair was down and she loved it like this. She wished he had his piercings in his eyebrow and lip.

Jamie slowly walked to him, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her hands on his hard abdomen; she pressed her cheek to his back, and held him to her
. “I don’t care what we have to face Henry. I will do everything in my power to be with you. I want to join the rebels; I want to be with you.” She didn’t know what it really met for her to join him, the only thing she wanted was him and she would fight for him.

Henry placed a warm wet hand on hers
. “Would you go against your father?” She heard the doubt in his voice, and it made her smile.

“
For what’s right, I will, I don’t like knowing the woman that raised me did it because she was ordered to. I love Cynthia like she was my mother,” she said and he squeezed her hand.

Henry remove
d her hands, and turned around to face her. He brought his hands to her face and lowered his face to hers. “You are a remarkable woman, Jamie. I don’t know if I deserve you. Have you ever told Cynthia how you feel?”

She hadn’t, she didn’t want to get her in trouble
, but Jamie didn’t think her father would punish Cynthia. “No,” she said and looked down.

He pulled her face up to force her to look at him
. “You should tell her what you just told me.”

She nodded, as he moved his hands away from her face to her hips.
Jamie realized how alone she truly felt before he’d come into her life. Of course she had Emily, but she was missing the very best of her and that was Henry. When he touched her or looked at her, butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach. His light blue eyes were staring into hers, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling. She moved her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer to him. Henry dropped his forehead to hers, and she doesn’t take her eyes off of his.

“
What we have reminds me of Romeo and Juliet,” she admitted, and he shook his head against hers.

“
Our forbidden love story won’t end with our deaths.” Jamie smiled, their loved story would end differently she would make sure of that. “Our forbidden love story will have a happy ending, Jamie,” he said and then brushed his soft warm lips against hers, and she ached for more than what he was giving her. Henry took his lips away from hers and kissed her cheek then below her ear; she trembled, and he chuckled.

“
You are killing me,” she said and moaned when he kissed the base of her neck. His hands moved from her hips and slowly up her shirt. Her skin quivered as his hand touched her bared skin. Henry moved his face back to hers, and smiled at her. She pulled him closer and was the one to start the kiss. Jamie wasn’t sure how far things were going to go between them, but she wanted to feel his lips against hers, and his hands on her body. He slowly inched her shirt up and off, as he gently pushed her back until her back hit the cool surface of the sink.

Henry forced his lips away from hers, and h
e stared down at her; she wore a bright-pink, push-up bra. “You are so marvelously beautiful,” he said and ran a finger down her bared skin.

Jamie closed her eyes taking him his light touch
. She wanted to remember this for as long as she lived, no one had shown her this passion before. Jamie opened her eyes, and shuttered when he gently ran his hand down her back. “Henry I-,” she didn’t get to finish, someone knocked forcefully at the door. He swore, quickly kissed her lips and bent down to pick up her shirt. “I need to see who it is. Go in my bedroom until I say it’s okay to come out,” he said and nodded to the door off of the kitchen. He handed her the shirt with a look of regret.

“
Are you expecting anyone?” she asked as she pushed her head through her shirt.

“
Yes and no,” he said and nodded at his bedroom again.

She walked to it and closed the door
behind herself. She turned to study his room. It was clean with dark red walls. The floor was different in there from the living room. It had thick white carpet, and a large king sized bed sat in the middle of the room. The bedding was black satin, and Jamie wanted to touch the s Co tk whitehining fabric. She smiled to herself and turned back to face the door, wondering who it could be. She pressed her ear against the door to listen.