My Married Boyfriend (22 page)

It was totally dark outside, too.

“There must be a blackout. I hope it won't last long,” Nicole said in the shadows of the night.

The sound of rain drizzled in her ears.

“Wait right here,” Ajalon told her.

She waited.

Soon he returned. He fumbled around in the dark on her patio.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh. You're about to have the most unforgettable time of your life.”

She squinted and felt him standing in front of her. He pulled her down until she was sitting on the floor. But she knew she was on a thick blanket that he must have found when he went back into the house.

He had his cell phone with him and shone some light on her face.

She looked scared.

He began laughing.

“This isn't funny,” she protested.

Soon Ajalon was sitting in front of Nicole. He leaned in and gave her a sweet, hot kiss. She was shocked. But she gave in and kissed him back. She soon closed her eyes. The darkness would hide her sins. She'd wanted to make love to her ex ever since the day he'd come to find her.

With the sound of thunder and rain in the background, Ajalon began to undress his love. His fingers felt cold yet warm as he removed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She kept her eyes closed as she felt his lips kiss her on her neck, her arms, her fingers, and her back.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and licked her skin over and over. It was so sexy. Nicole moaned and tilted her head. She felt like she was in a dream.

“Oh, Ajalon.”

He quietly and confidently lowered her panties over her hips. He got undressed too quickly removing his shirt, wife-beater, jeans, and boxers. Together they fell back on the blanket. He started caressing her mound, rubbing it over and over as waves of pleasure made her shudder and groan. She was totally wet, completely his.

They kissed each other, allowing their lust to diminish their logic. Nicole had thought the love she previously had for him had died, but now she knew it was resurrected. She was born again and knew she wanted this deliciously desirable man inside of her. Rashad had been acting distant, but Ajalon was the one who gave her constant attention. His fingers caressed her until waves of pleasure made her tremble. Nicole grew hotter and hotter with want. As she stroked his body and covered it with kisses, she knew she hadn't planned on any of this happening. Not really. But now it was too late. Who knew what their future held? He was doing such a good job proving his love for her, even those things that Rashad couldn't always do.

Using his legs, Ajalon maneuvered her legs with his thighs and got ready to plunge himself inside her. As he pounded into her over and over, Nicole became completely lost in him. He built up a nice steady rhythm that grew more and more violent as he bucked and jerked. She moved with him, their bodies creating a sensual orchestra. Nicole never wanted that good feeling to end. She exploded in one orgasm after another. As the raindrops fell, she muffled her screams by sticking her tongue deeper and deeper in Ajalon's mouth.

He placed his ear against her mouth. “I've been waiting to make love to you for two years.”

“Oh, Ajalon, what are you doing to me?” She bit him on his shoulder.

He moaned and said, “I'm loving you like I've always wanted to do.”

“Ohhh,” she responded.

She caressed his head as he pounded into her. It hurt but it was a good kind of hurt. Nicole came again and again and she finally murmured the words she knew he'd been dying to hear.

“I love you. Yes, I love you so much, Ajalon.”

Nicole was enjoying herself to the fullest. Plus, she knew that no one could see them. It would be their secret. She'd do it with him this one time and get it out of her system. She loved him but she hadn't yet figured out if that meant she could try and be with him.

Like a couple on a honeymoon, Ajalon and Nicole fell asleep naked on top of each other on the patio floor. She stirred in her sleep then woke up abruptly.

“Oh, shit,” she said. The power had been restored. The floodlights shone upon the backyard. She grabbed the blanket to cover her nudity. To her it felt like the lights had eyes and they were staring at her without blinking.

She woke up Ajalon and they went back into the house. She immediately began turning off all the lights.

“Why are you doing that?”

“It just makes me feel better.”

“But we're in the dark again.”

“I-I know that.”

She deserted him to go check on her daughter. Thankfully, Emmy was blissfully asleep. Nicole quickly thought of something. It was a little after midnight.

She packed a plastic Kroger bag with panties, a bra, a shirt, some jeans, and a toothbrush.

“Um,” she said when she returned to the living room, “I don't think we should stay here. It would feel weird. I can't shit where I eat.”

“I see. So what is your plan?”

“We'll go somewhere else.”

“What about the baby?”

“Of course she's coming with us.”

“I love it when you say things like that.”

Nicole ignored his youthful flirty ways. She packed up Emmy and made sure the house was locked. They got in her car in the darkness of the night. She made Ajalon slump down in his seat as they drove out of the garage.

“Shit shit shit,” she said to herself after they'd driven a couple of miles away from the house. “You can sit up now.”

“This shit is wilder than Birmingham.” He laughed.

“This isn't funny, Ajalon. I have no fucking idea what I'm doing and it feels so dangerous, as if I'm playing with gasoline and matches.”

“But don't you like it?”

“Somewhat, yes. But I'm a mommy now. I can't be dragging my infant daughter out of the house just to be with my felon ex-boyfriend.”

“What? Why did you give me a negative label like that? I am not that man anymore. That was one moment in time. It shouldn't totally define me.”

“I know,” she said, “I'm sorry. I'm just trying to figure out things. You gotta give me time.”

They entered the freeway. Nicole jerked in her seat every time a car sped past them. She felt like a fugitive. Like her name and face was on the walls of every post office in the country. Even though it was night, she wished she'd worn a wig and some dark sunglasses. But it was only her conscience bothering her. She questioned if what she was doing would cause Rashad to be angry, but with his mysterious trips out of state she herself wondered if he was doing things that would make her angry, too.

When they found an out-of-the-way motel, she made Ajalon check in at the front desk while she and Emmy waited. Once he got a key, they drove around the parking lot to their room.

“What's the number?” Nicole asked.

“Room one sixty-six.”

“Are you serious? Get another room. I don't like that number. That does not sound like a lucky number.”

“You're being paranoid.”

“Someone has to be.”

To make Nicole feel better, he drove back to the front desk office and asked for a different number. “One on the second floor.”

This time they got a room that was more suitable.

“Room two twenty-six,” he said when he returned to the car. “Better?” He grinned.

“Perfect. Nice job.”

They parked and walked up the concrete stairs with the metal railing to their second-floor room.

Ajalon waved the key and they went in and locked the door behind them.

“Why is it so cold in here,” she complained.

“The cold is the last thing you should be worried about.”

“Of course, humping is all you care about.”

“I've wanted you, and last night was just the beginning, my love.”

She smiled in spite of herself. It felt good to be chased instead of being the chaser. They set their things on a table and made sure Emmy was settled in her portable crib.

“Damn.” Nicole yawned. “I am so exhausted. I'm going to call in sick in the morning and it seems like you will have to call in as well. There's no way I'll be able to go into work after the night I've had.”

He had stripped down to his boxers. His muscles were taut and solid.

“Damn, you look good. I gotta give you that.”

“Glad you like it.” He came and sat on the bed and pulled the covers back so she could join him. She fell into his arms and enjoyed warming up next to his body.

He kissed her forehead. “Just relax. You aren't married. You aren't even engaged. So technically, you've done nothing wrong.”

“But we've lived together for months. In Texas, you're considered common law if you live together for six months.”

“But you two don't go around calling each other husband and wife, right?”

“No.”

“But your nanny thinks so.”

“That was a little glitch. Trust me. Rashad and I are not married.”

“What are you waiting on?”

“Who in their right mind wants to get divorced one day and get married a few weeks later?”

“But isn't that what you want to happen?”

She nodded. “All I can tell you is that I prayed to God that if it is meant to be, let us be married. So I'm waiting.”

“Until then you can enjoy being with me.”

“All right.”

He made Nicole sit up. They reminisced and laughed for another half hour. And when Ajalon gave her the look, she nodded. He slid down her body and let his tongue start working on her mound. She loved how he licked her clit over and over until she squirmed and jerked around in bed.

“You taste delicious,” he said as he watched her facial expressions.

They made love until the morning.

Ajalon was deliriously happy. The one wish he wanted was granted. In his mind, she belonged to him again. Their destinies were intertwined. Feeling content, he fell asleep in his Bella's arms.

Nicole watched her ex spread out next to her. She couldn't believe that after all the progress she'd made with Rashad, now she felt like she was standing at a fork in the road. She still loved Rashad very much but was it possible to also love her ex, too? Although at first she didn't want to accept it, she realized that she and Ajalon had unfinished business.

She turned over in bed and tried hard to fall asleep. But all she could do was think about the man who was breathing soundly next to her. And she lay stiffly all night long wondering what she was going to do about her and Rashad.

* * *

By that Wednesday afternoon the storms had slowly moved out of the Houston area. Eddison was taking an extended lunch break from his job at TSWU. He had just arrived at a local park to get in a workout. He lifted his gym bag from the back seat of his Chrysler 3000. He reached inside and pulled out a tiny box. He carefully slid it into his gym pants and secured the zipper.

A few minutes later he was leaning against his vehicle as Kiara pulled up in her car right next to him.

They greeted each other and minutes later they began to walk on a trail in Memorial Park, which was located near the college campus. The sky was slightly cloudy but Eddison didn't care.

“This is one thing I love about being a manager in my position,” Kiara told him. “We can take those much-needed extra-long lunch breaks and get in a nice workout.”

“I agree with you on that one. I love getting to see you outside that place.”

“Hey, Eddy.” Kiara smiled, noticing that he was in a peppy mood. “Why are you grinning like that?”

“I have no reason to frown. I'm right where I want to be . . . almost.”

“Almost? Oh, you mean out here getting your jog on?”

“Except we're walking so slow you can't call this jogging, woman.”

“Oh, yeah?” She giggled. “I can take a hint.” And at that Kiara bolted into a quick run. She zoomed far ahead of Eddison and could imagine him gasping for breath as he tried to catch up with her. She heard him yelling her name. And she finally had mercy on him and came to a stop.

“Damn, you are fast. And thanks for stopping. I wouldn't want to draw attention as a black man running real fast in a city.”

“Oh, so sorry.” Kiara laughed. “I didn't mean to put you in a position like that.”

“I get it,” he said. “You enjoy being chased. You know your worth and you feel like you're worth chasing.”

“Am I?” she beamed.

“I think so.”

“You think so? Humph.”

“Tell you what. Let's go have a seat on that bench and discuss this in more detail.”

“Okay,” she said and casually walked toward the bench, which was a few yards ahead.

“You do the honors first,” he commanded.

“Fine, I could use a break. Get some rest. From all this running I've been doing.”

He laughed and lowered himself next to her on one knee.

“Why are you kneeling?” she smirked. “Proposing?”

“What? No! I'm actually stretching.” Eddison placed one hand on his knee and began to do a vigorous stretch. He thrust his hips forward and moaned as if flexing his muscles felt good.

“Now, see, if you would be doing your job and taking care of me, I wouldn't have to be out in the park stretching in order to moan.” Eddison's voice was sexy. He held the stretch and then repeated it with his other leg.

“Okay, you can stop with the lies.” She flushed. Indeed, she thought he was going to propose to her. Maybe she was imagining things.

“Eddy, you know I enjoy taking really good care of you in bed and out of bed.”