Page 123 of The Promise

July | Three Years Later

“Mmmmmm…” I moaned, rolling my pelvis upward, wanting to feel his tongue strokes at my opening.

Jas pushed his tongue inside me, sending me into bliss with the new sensations. I fingered his thick coils as my feet curled in the pool, and my nipples, caged by my bikini top, tingled with pleasure. My head rolled back, eyes opening just enough for me to catch the sparkling dots in the dark sky. It was beautiful, just like the man in the pool beneath me, eating my sex while I lay on the pool’s ledge.

He pulled my legs from the water, arranging them aside me into a frog position. His big hands cupped my ass and firm tongue stroked my clit over and over. The lewd sounds of his oral work echoing across the pool deck didn’t deter me from enjoying him tonight. Our last night onThe Bella. I wanted him in every way. Even now, feeling the tremors from my tensing body, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to explode in his mouth or with his hardness plunging me deeply. His mouth was warm in contrast to the mild wind hitting my wet skin. Jas’ erotic ministrations heated me from my core. I rocked into him as best I could in this position, wanting to meet his passion.

How boss was the father of my child to charter a yacht for over two weeks and eat my pussy from its pool? This had been my life. The culmination of a European vacation at its best. But what was gravely concerning for me was how quickly my feelings had changed for him. I started this voyage just wanting to avoid arguing with him to end so tenderly from discovering his unwavering commitment to me. Jas was a, for real, staple in my world. Perhaps the uncultured cat from Harlem didn’t know he could get any better than this ditzy—his word—broad from Milburn, NJ.

Perchance, the father of my child thought the sea of fitting women worthy of his affection began and ended with me. Jas didn’t date a lot, even before prison. He had no experience. I was the first he fell for.And how reckless I’ve been with him. Yes, he withheld pertinent information from me for a year, but what else should I have suspected from a man surviving the grimy streets he’d come from? Why should I have expected him to trust me fully when I hadn’t fully trusted him either? Jas made mistakes, and so did I. For the past two days, my mind and heart were wrought with just how to repair what had been broken. Would we attempt a relationship again or simply just heal the pain between us and amicably move on?

“Ooooh!” I moaned, head tossed back, relinquishing to pleasure.

My body strained, stomach muscles writhing with building need. The thought of never having his vulnerable doling of pleasure again sent me over the edge. My body jolted, legs popping out of the frog position and back into the water as my arms stretched behind me for anchor while I rocked into his deep pulling of my clit in his mouth. With an opened mouth, I cried noiselessly, conscious of being heard.

When I was able to open my eyes with a heaving chest, I saw his long dark lashes as he peered up at me so tenderly. Jas peppered my thighs with gentle kisses and caressing rubs. He was gorgeous and so open; I could see it all in his eyes. We remained locked into each other’s gazes until my lungs slowed. Then he rearranged my bikini and dipped back into the water, swimming to the other side. Even after a tantalizing orgasm, my heart was heavy as hell.

I remained in the same place on the ledge, trying to settle my mind, when Jas swam up to me.

Wiping water from his face, he throatily shared, “Josie knows.”

“Knows what?” When Jas gaped at me wordlessly, I knew. My heart thundered in my chest. “How?”

Jas coolly backed up next to me against the pool wall. He wiped his face again. “That first night. IFaceTime’d her. Didn’t disconnect the call before I came over to you.”

“She saw us?” I was completely horrified for her.

I hadn’t fully come down from my orgasm and was now at this psychological extreme.

“Nah.” His attention was across the deck as he spoke. “The face was down—or up. I can’t remember. But it was dark either way. She heard us, she said.”

Me. She heard me. This was a nightmare.

“So, what did she hear exactly?”

He peered up to me. “I’m not sure the specifics matter at this point. She knows what we did. Point. Blank.”

Shit…

My chest caved. “I’m sorry, Jas,” was all I could say. I really was.

After a while, he mumbled, “S’all good. I heard her feelings about it yesterday and apologized. I told her we’ll kick it more when I touch down.”

“Does she want to?”

Jas nodded. “I owe her that.”

“Again, I’m sorry.”

“No need for you to be sorry. We ain’t expect this shit,” he scoffed, pushing the water with his open palms to make waves. “The fucked up part about it is I really like Josie. She’s been good for me. She’s just…” He shrugged. “Chill.”

“Is she going to break up with you? I’d feel awful, Jas, I really would.”

His gaze met me again. “Why? Because you can’t give me what I need if Josie ducks out of the picture?” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. He turned back to the aqua water. “Josie ain’t my girl. We’ve talked about it—she wanted it. I’ve been chilling, slowing down for once with finding something special.”

“What’s special?”

Jas tossed me an annoyed expression. He shook his head again. “It ain’t about just having a wife. Shit. I got a kid, so the natural relationship progression thing for me is done. Now, it’s just…”

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