Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) (10 page)

Get it the fuck together or blow it, Jacobs!
I took a quiet deep breath, a fortifying tactic.

“Hey, beautiful. I’m just a little jet lagged. How was my number one lady’s day?”

Rayna’s face softened and then she stretched her arms out, releasing a provocative moan, sounding so fucking sexy. My cock twitched. I groaned inwardly. I could never have my fill of her. This telecommunications idea of hers quickly became a gift and a curse.

“Oh, blah
,” she hummed. “It started off sucky…” I know she was referring to my departure.
Shit.
“…and it continued mediocre. How did your meeting go with the casino family?” My eyes slowly roved over her attire, or lack thereof.

“They were tight…may even still think they’re in the lead of the deal, but we aren’t wavering.” I could no longer hide my amusement. “What are you wearing?” I tried masking my smile with my wrinkled eyebrows.

Caught off guard, Rayna glanced down her body in assessment. Her eyes told me when she processed the situation and a gorgeous smile eclipsed her face.

With a soft roll of the eyes, she whispered, “Your T-shirt.”

“I see.” I adjusted myself in my seat, trying to take in every square inch of my screen. “And what else?”

Her sexy chestnut irises diverted down her body again without thought before she sheepishly answered, “Nothing.”

Immediately, her eyes hooded again. Goddamn, I loved having that type of affect on her. I swear I would fuck my way into her destiny if that was my only means there. And she’d enjoy every orgasm I delivered getting me there. I’m fucking confident of this.

“How are Mark and Eric? I’m sure they’ve been…entertaining
,” she chuckled.

I followed suit. “Yeah, that’s an adjective one could use to describe those bitch—
I mean, cats
.” I almost let my manners slip. I can’t believe those motherfuckers gave Dawn this address. What the fuck did they think she was asking for—Greek orientation?

“And your mom…when is she due in town?”

“I’ll have to ask Brett. He’s taking care of all of that.”

I bit my nails, still on edge
, and even adding horny as a motherfucker to my fucked up state.
I can’t believe I kissed that woman
. I’m no saint, I’ve done some pretty shady shit in my life—seriously fucked up deeds. But never would I hurt Rayna. I could never betray her trust. I couldn’t imagine her being disloyal either. I get sick at the thought of her being with another man. Ever. If I had it my way, she would never experience another cock fucking her properly, arms to hold adoringly, tongue teasing her insanely or lips worshipping her totally.

Ever.

“Azmir…” Rayna called out to me, bringing my attention back to our conversation.

“You look stressed. Are you keeping something from me?” Rayna asked in jest as she narrowed her sexy eyes and her luscious lips twitched, trying to conceal a smile. That was the only clue I had of her not being totally aware of my reckless malefactions. My guilt. Before I could respond she purred, “I can help remedy the stress.” She lifted a seductive eyebrow.  

At that moment, I decided to push all bullshit concerning things that didn’t include making Rayna the happiest woman on this planet aside. She’s my right now. My forever. My life. No one else matters. Not now. Not ever. This is our
bubble
.

I cleared my throat as I inclined myself in my chair. “Sure you can. You can start by showing me what’s underneath that T-shirt,” I all but growled.

Without a moment of hesitation, and with the sexiest scraping of her bottom lip, Rayna pulled the oversized T-shirt over her head and I watched raptly as her arms collapsed back down against her ribcage. Her brown nipples glistened and my tongue contracted, begging to taste them.

Fucking beautiful.

“Azmir,” she moaned, feeling exposed, I’m sure. It didn’t help that I was gawking at her like a hungry man at a T-bone steak. I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t help my ogling.

After a few beats, I ordered, “Bring your knees up and spread those meaty thighs that I’m addicted to being in between. I’m about to show you how to pleasure yourself A.D. style…but you have to promise me one thing.”

Her chest rose and fell visibly and Ryana’s round eyes popped open while her mouth collapsed with impatience. “What?” she panted.

That quickly, Rayna was caught up. She never failed to reveal who her pussy belonged to. It might as well have had my name tattooed on it. I commanded it even from across the country. If I couldn’t capture her heart, I damn sure held her body captive. This, I was sure of from the first time I tasted her. She is mine. All mine.

“You don’t share this technique with anyone, neither do you attempt it without me. Understand?”

With her mouth hanging open, she nodded, filled with anticipation. Her beauty took my breath away. I used to think that was some corny shit that only love-sick fools used to express loose emotions. That was until I became one of those fools. Rayna’s presence rendered me speechless. I can now say that I know what this love shit feels like. It has you thinking and rethinking everything. It has you exploring thoughts and possibilities that your mind has never ventured to. It has you transforming into a being you never knew your substance consisted of.

Goddamn, if I wasn’t in some shit that had totally consumed me.
 

Everything done with and for Rayna was done so with great effort, with everything I had. No challenge was met with unexceptional attempt. She was worth my time, efforts, and resources. I’d put it all on the line for her, even if she didn’t quite know this yet. I decided right then there to take my time with her. Tearing down those stubborn walls made of keloids derived from her past—whatever that represented to her. I would give Rayna my all.

Within five minutes under my adjuration, Rayna was screaming my name so loud and hard that I’m sure the entire marina heard her satiated cries.

Her yelps of pleasure was so palatable that I was near explosion my damn self
.

~~~~~~~~~~

Rayna

Time blurred past after Azmir left for business that Tuesday. I’d busied myself with dance class, bible study, and my counseling sessions. Ironically, Pastor Edmondson started exploring the phenomenon of love and how it varied to the wonder of being in love. We had only gotten half way through it before the session was up and I couldn’t get any more questions out, but I’d had a lot of time to think about how it applied to my life.

Usually when Azmir left, I’d longed for him from day one until he returned to me, but this time around my endurance was assisted because I had long days and even longer nights due to my show on Saturday. It had also helped that we video chatted nearly every night.

The Facetime conferencing started off slow and odd…
yet interesting
that first night he was away, but over the course of a couple of days they had evened. I don’t know what it was about that first night, but Azmir had seemed withdrawn. He didn’t give me the impression that he didn’t want to talk however, he appeared peculiar, almost preoccupied. He struggled through it to coach me on how to give myself an earthshattering, toe-wiggling orgasm, something I’ll never forget. But something was off.

Toward the end of our Facetiming experience, he mentioned that he’d just come from a Greek event with Eric and Mark, something I found hilarious considering they actually looked the aristocratic Alpha type. Azmir got a good laugh when he asked me if I’d pledged during my academic career and I explained that I’d considered it, but quickly realized it wasn’t for me, though Michelle went ahead with it and pledged Delta Sigma Rho. She was the sole Caucasian on that line and did not care. And I was extremely proud of her.

Thursday came and I’d been preparing for Saturday by keeping the song I was covering in my ears, on repeat every chance I got. I needed it to seep through my pores so that I could excrete it through my sweat when I hit that stage on Saturday. Work sped by in a flash and before I knew it, I was at the dance studio with Jimmie who cursed me out every which way he could imagine.

“You’re fucking up, The Lost One Found!”

“If you’re gonna go this soft, you might as well get “lost” before Saturday, The Lost One Found!”

“Shit, would a drink loosen those stiff ass muscles, The Lost One Found? You need to get the stick from up your ass!”

No matter how hard I tried I kept missing drops, being delayed for beats, and my kicks were never swift and correctly aligned. I’d started to worry that I chose the wrong song. I was embarrassed and pissed to no end. Jimmie all but kicked me out of his studio that night.

I headed straight to the marina, frustrated and filled with anxiety. I was soaking in the tub, sulking and trying to figure out what was biting at me. It didn’t take long for me to get honest with myself and admit that I’d put those texts from Dawn Taylor to the rear of my mind since Vegas, and not to mention her surprise pop up visit to Kid’s party had really rattled me. Azmir’s distance that Tuesday night still haunted me as well.

There was something about Dawn Taylor that was different from Tara, Spin, and all the other women vying for Azmir’s attention on a daily basis. Dawn wore a speck in her eyes that told me she was different…dangerous even. I didn’t like what my gut was warning me of. I wish I knew if she reached out to him again
or what his response was to the texts I’d read that morning in Vegas!

My mind churned until revelation smacked me in the face. I jumped out of the tub, splashing water every which way until I got to my towel. I didn’t bother drying off. I just wrapped my body and went straight for my iPad that was on the coffee table of the sitting room there in the master suite. I typed in the web address to Azmir’s mobile service provider and clicked on “
My Account
”.

My heart raced as I typed in a password that I wasn’t completely sure was correct, but I had to try. I didn’t feel the floor once the screen refreshed to a page that read, “
Welcome back, A.D. Jacobs
”.  One hundred kilowatts of dopamine coursed through my brain and I jumped up and down, deliriously enthused by my discovery.  

It was the password he’d given me last month when we were having problems with the Internet while he was away. I needed to call the provider to rectify it and though I didn’t expect for him to allow me to make the call because he usually had staff to do everything, he did and provided me with a password. I had hoped he was like 98.9% of the population who duplicated passwords for the sake of sanity when they need to call upon them.

I clicked away until I was able to pull up his texting records. It took the hassle of starting my search from present day all the way back to the day we were in Vegas, and once I was there I had to decipher the messages to locate Dawn’s. Once I did that, I made a mental note of her number and scrolled down the columns until I found it again…
and again
.
And again?
My heart was ripped from chest when I saw the nauseating amount of times her number appeared. I followed their exchange that started the
TUESDAY NIGHT HE WAS IN CONNECTICUT!

Dawn wrote
:
Azmir, I can’t stop thinking about our encounter earlier. I hope this does not put our business relationship at risk. Shayna doesn’t deserve to lose a heavy account because I can’t exercise self control. I am so sorry…well, kinda.

A few hours later, Azmir wrote
:
Like I said, no sweat…shit happens.

Dawn replied immediately
.
Are you upset over it? I really wish we could have a do over…not that I have any regrets about any of it. I just wish I knew what you’re thinking.

It was just a kiss. No biggie. Sleep on it
.
Azmir replied sometime later.

Okay. Let me know if you need to talk about it or if something will change between us…professionally or personally
.
Dawn followed up with that immediately and that apparently ended the conversation because Azmir never replied.

The cogs of my mind started rotating—right away, quickly and hard!
There was a few hours of delay from Dawn’s first text and Azmir’s response.
I checked the times again. Azmir kissed her just before Facetiming with me.
His delay was because we were…busy being intimate.
Suddenly, I recalled asking Azmir if would join me in my masturbatory indulgence. He declined, saying that he’d had all the indulgence he needed for the night.

Adrenaline shot through my veins and I started feeling a myriad of emotions and physiological responses all at once; betrayal, pain, anger, cold chills, self-pity, loose limbs, confusion, an up-rise of bile…
bile
…
BILE
!

It was rising from the pits of my belly when I took off to the bathroom and hurled face first into the toilet, barely making it. I hugged the frigid porcelain bowl as though my life depended on it. The upchuck didn’t last as long as the ones over the weekend, but it was just as forceful.

I blacked out for a minute, consciousness waned. When I arrived back to a cognizant state, I felt cold firmness against my back. I looked around me and realized at some point, I’d reclined against the cobblestone wall of whirlpool with my naked body squatting on the cool floor. I’d lost my towel somewhere along the way to the bathroom.