Nala. “Oh, Jordan,” i breathed, arching against him, meeting each of his thrusts. It was like our bodies were meant for each other. We were so in zinc with each other. He buried his face in my neck, his movements wild, hard. Wonderful. Neither of them were quiet, both of them whispering words of encouragement, letting the other one know how good everything was. And when i felt ready to go over the edge again i jumped willingly if my first orgasm was a release, this one was an explosion of feeling. I couldn’t stop the hoarse cry that escaped my lips as i lost myself in my own pleasure wholly and completely. He thrust hard into me one last time and pressed a hot kiss to my lips as he came. He held me until our raging heartbeats calmed, their bodies still joined. “I didn’t know,” i said, dazed. “I didn’t know that losing control could be so empowering.” His lips twitched against my neck. “Was it?” “Yes. I didn’t know it could be like that.” “Was it your first orgasm?” he asked,
Jordan. Your belly is getting so big, we are almost there.” Jordan put his arms around me from behind and caressed my bare midsection. I had been examining myself in the mirror in the master suite, sucking in my expanding huge stomach, I was almost Fourty weeks pregnant now. The baby could be here any moment. I swatted at his hand. “Just what every woman wants to hear!” I said pretending to be offended a little bit. “It’s sexy.” He nuzzled my neck and kissed the hollow just beneath my ear. “You must not know how sexy I think you are.” I knew. Jordan had spent all night showing me just how sexy he thought i was. It had been a revelation. I had discovered a whole, huge part of myself i hadn’t even known existed. A part of myself I had spent far too long suppressing. I had given her control over to Jordan for a while, and it had been freeing in a way I had never imagined it could be. And now that we were out of bed i had my control back, and my heart was still intact. I could do thi
Jordan. “There is a bedroom and bathroom through there.” He pointed through the galley style kitchenette and to a door that stood closed. There was sparse furniture in the main room, a couch, an easel and paintings lining the walls, all beautifully, photo realistically done. “Jordan…you did these, didn’t you?” She could see it in each brushstroke, so controlled, so carefully placed. Jordan captured the essence of what he painted, kept the life that possessed his subject in the real world and translated it to the canvas. It didn’t possess the freedom of expression, the broad, abstract work of a modern artist, but it wouldn’t have been Jordan if it had. “Yes.” “Does anyone know?” He shook his dark head and came to stand close behind her. “It’s something I have dabbled in over the years, but never devoted much time to.” “That is a crime! Jordan, these are beautiful!” She moved up close to a land scape portrait of the waves crashing on the rocks. It was the view out the window it wa
This was something more…something unfamiliar, something that seemed to have taken on a life of its own. His self control snapped. He moved uncontrollably, pounding into her. She pulled her knees back so he could thrust harder, deeper. The only sound was their labored breathing and the slap of flesh meeting flesh. There was nothing gentle about their coming together. It was fire and brimstone, passion and torture. She cried his name out as she came and he followed, pumping into her, releasing everything he had into her body. She kissed his neck, a smile curving her lips. “You’re amazing, do you know that?” He had no idea what he’d done to earn the trust he heard in her voice, and he wasn’t sure he wanted it. Wasn’t sure that he could fulfill all of the hopes that he saw shimmering in the depths of her beautiful eyes. They lay in silence for a long time and he was content to simply move his hands over her curves. A small sigh escaped her lips and he wanted to understand it. And he s
01. Jordan. I was sitting in my study room, watching her. She was by the pool playing with water. Her legs dangling over the water. She looked beautiful, with the afternoon sun shining over her face. She looked so happy. My phone rang, for a moment I hesitated before answering, it was my mother. She hadn't reached out since the dinner we both had with Nala. I contemplated letting it go to voice mail, but knowing my mother, she would call until I finally answered it. I picked up,now standing by the window. Nala wasn't there anymore, the two minutes I had taken my concentration 9ff her and to my phone, she had disappeared on me. "Hey mom." i said as soon as I picked up. On the other end, I could hear my father and sister's voices, but they all suddenly went quiet as soon as we started talking. "You can't call your mother Jordan, I thought I raised you better than this." "Come on mom!" I protested almost immediately, "You know it goes both ways, you can call me too." "Wel
Jordan. I turned around and watched as he walked into the dining room majestically like he owned the place, a smug smirk on his face. He sat next to my sister and my mother quickly fixed him a plate. "Well, I can't wait to hear what is so important that you invited my worst enemy to have dinner with us." i said between gritted teeth looking at my mom who was throwing smiles at Salvatore. "Am not your enemy Jordan, you will soon find out an actually your friend and we can help each." "I will never help you in any way Salvatore, my parents might have invited you here, but I want nothing to do with you." "Don't say that too fast Jordan, we all need help sometimes." he said with a smug face and the turned to my sister, "You look lovely Isabella." My sister's cheeks turned pink, and I could see her squirming in her seat. It was he was trying to piss me off on purpose, and my father sensed my anger coming up and quickly spoke up. "Salvatore, thank you for joining us. Our fami
Nala. I woke up, tired than usual. My body was so sore and huge. I was ready to have this baby. I felt like I had been pregnant for eternity. But I knew it wasn't going to be long now. It could be any minute. I sat up, confused looking around, it was dark. What time was it? Had I slept the whole afternoon? I wondered picking up my phone from the side table. That's when I saw the small note addressed to me. 'Gone out for a meeting, be back soon.' the note read. I checked my phone, it was around nine pm. I slowly got out of bed and put on my pink robe and comfy slippers and walked out of the room and headed downstairs. No one was there, or atleast that's what I thought. The whole house was quite and I kind of appreciated the silence. I was about to walk over to the refrigerator when I heard her voice from behind me. "Sit down, i will fix you something" I turned around, and there she was. Alba. "I thought you were sleeping, am sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." "No, it
Selena. I had thought it would be easy, seeing him. I had imagined different scenarios of our first encounter. But none of them reallyprepared for the actual meeting, neither did they prepare me for finding out he was in love with someone else. I had known he had moved on, but I never thought he was truly in love with her, I always assumed he was just filling a void, the void I left. But now, it was clear as day, he was on love with her, building a life with her. And that hurt me. He immediately got up rushing out, he never looked back, neither did he say anything to me or anyone for that matter. Arkward silence followed, everyone went back to eating their dinner as if nothing had happened. It was just noises from forks and knives in the room. "Am sorry about that," his mother finally said. But his mother had always loved me. She was the reason we even met or got married for that matter. I took pride in our relationship, which is why this was even harder for me. I had to
Nala.I woke up slowly taking in my surroundings. All the walls were white with no painting at all. It was just plain walls. And then then there wS the smell of medicine that made me nauseous."What's going on?" I asked no one in particular sitting up. That's when I saw him sleeping peacefully by my bed. He looked so peaceful, but also so uncomfortable sleeping in that chair. "Hey, hello beautiful." he said as soon as he saw me, "How did you sleep? How are you feeling?" he asked coming to my bed as he helped me sit up properly, putting a few pillows for me to lean on. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." i said slowly feeling the pain of my incision. "No it's okay baby. Am glad you are up." i said looking around. "The baby?" I said almost absent mindedly. I do not remember at all having the baby, I just felt pain in every part of my body. "She is Fine." Jordan said proudly, "and yes it's a she. They just fed her she is sleeping. You will see he when she is up.""I am sorry
Jordan. One moment, we were dancing, I was holding her, monitoring her breaths, smelling her rose vanilla hair, the next she was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. This was not happening to me. It could not be happening. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not my miracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me that was hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit her instead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were
Nala. A shiver crackled through my spine at his words. Because I knew that look in his eyes, the almost ferocious gaze and I knew what usually followed after that.The last time he had had that look in his eyes and told me to get over to where he was, I had been fucked against a doorand left in a puddle at his feet.“Um,” I swallowed. “I need to go to the Ladies first?”“You are going to be sorry if I have to repeat myself.”“Please. Someone could come in.” All I could think about was his mother or sister or even father walking in on us. “No one will come in until I allow them to.”Through the glass, I could see the other people around us, and people passing in between. I was pretty certain that theycouldn’t see into our own encasement, but they would definitely be able to hear us especially since there was no way that I would be able to stay quiet after he touched me.“But people can hear us,” I whispered.His gaze darkened even further, and I had to accept the painful truth, tha
Nala.The round lights in the ceiling as they rolled me into the OR barely registered. The only thing in my mind was the brutality of my contractions. Waves of paincoursed through my body and my fingers dug into my palms to help relieve some of the pressure.I had never in my life been in so much pain.But then I remembered his promise. Everything will be fine. I believed him, and that more than anything gave me thestrength to hope for a time beyond this pain that seemed as though it would never end.The Anesthesiologist put a mask over my face. “Count backwards from ten, ” she said kindly.10, 9, 8, 7… 6… then everything went dark.I woke up slowly. My whole body felt heavy. Even moving my fingers was an effort. I knew I was in a hospital. I felt fear.My lips moved.“My baby,” I called weakly. “Where is my baby?”It was only then I realized I was not alone. There was an arm and a head on my thighs. The arm lifted and he straightened.I stared at him in shock.He looked haggard. Mo
Jordan. we were riding back to Torrington Hall. Our bodies at least two feet apart. I stared out at trees, all cast in darkness, as we left the city.Who was I angry at? Was it at myself? For reacting like a jealous fool. Or was it at her for pointing it out? I couldn’t decide, but either way it didn’t feel good.I knew she was scared for her friend’s safety, but I had no intentions of doing anything to him. At that moment when Isaw him touch her so casually I wanted to throttle him, but now that my blood was no longer boiling, I could clearly see he was only a little gnat. Even the tiny effort required to squash him would not be worth my time.“ I… uh… I wanted to speak to you tonight about the greenhouse, ” she said hesitantly. Her tone was soft and docile.I turned my head to look at her. In the soft light coming fromthe console, her skin looked like alabaster.“Thank you for allowing me to work there,” she continued.“I need to buy some seeds. I will purchase them on my own of
Jordan. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not mymiracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me thatwas hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit herinstead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were still cradling her stomach. “What happened?”I shuddered as my hand went to touch her face. I was so terrified I was almost paralyzed. “It’s okay, ” I whispered even though I didn't really know if it was. “Everything i
Jordan.I took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo-like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air,and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Nala working in the greenhouse… and couldn’t. I’d never even been inside it. I had to admit I’d never given the idea of gardening muchthought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they couldn’t find bett
Nala. It was still dark the next morning when I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. There was no one else around, but Jordan's mom was already up andsitting at the table drinking something from a cup and. looking into an open notebook. She looked up at me and frowned.“Is something wrong?” she asked worried I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong. I was wondering if I could have some cake or cookies.” I said feeling embarrassed "Ofcourse yes. I can't tell you how much cravings I had with Jordan. I gained over one hundred pounds." she said smiling as she served me a plate of chocolate chip cookies with warm milk. I looked at her confused, wondering what she was talking about or why she was even telling me about that. She saw the confusion and smiled again. " oooh, Jordan told us about your news.""What news?" I asked even more confused as ever. "That you are pregnant." she said looking at me with that judgemental look of hers. "My son always wanted to be a father you know and g
Jordan. 001It had taken a lot of pursuading to say get her to come with me. But I needed her there. I needed her to see how hard I was working to make things right between us. I needed her to know I was doing everything in my power to get her son back. I glanced at the poised woman by his side as i wound my way through the curvy hills toward my home. The top was down, and her gold red hair blew in the wind in a tangled mass, but she didn’t seem concerned. Her pursed lips told me she was thinking hard, probably getting into character to meet my family. It was not the first time, but it was since she recovered her memories. During the last twenty four hours, I had learned a lot about Nala. Unfortunately, the tiny glimpse only made me crave her more.The vivid green of trees and brown earth flashed by and welcomed me in a way that soothed my soul. My family owned land from generations back, which had all been passed to me. But i had always known from my first visit to New York City th