Something Worth Fighting For, page 7
Cami must have been prepared because she ran to the steps and back again in seconds, suitcase now in hand.
Moving quickly, ReShaunda blocked the doorway and gave him a hostile glare. “You know I’m well within my legal rights to insist she stays.”
“You could try.”
“But legally…”
“You could try,” he repeated with contempt. “But I’m walking out this door with Cami. Whether I have to step over you to do it is entirely up to you.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“I’m stating a fact.”
“I’m going to call my lawyer.”
Jonah thrust his hand in his pocket and felt around for some change. He pulled out the largest coin he had and slapped it on the hall table. “The phone call is on me. We’ll see you in court. Now move. Please.” He added the courtesy for Cami’s sake, biting back the word “bitch” in the process.
Furious, ReShaunda moved from in front of the door. Jonah didn’t wait for her to open it. He did it himself, taking Cami’s hand in his to ensure ReShaunda wouldn’t try anything stupid. He wasn’t in the mood for stupid right now.
To her credit, ReShaunda didn’t say a word, allowing him to bypass her and take Cami out of the house. Once outside, Jonah took the suitcase from his niece’s hand then bent and whispered in Cami’s ear, “Go get in the car. I’ll be right there.” The little girl ran straight for the car, not looking back to say goodbye.
When Tisha saw Cami coming, she quickly opened the door and embraced the little girl before helping her into the backseat.
“Who’s that?” ReShaunda questioned, stepping out behind him.
“No one you need to worry about.”
“You know, you could have made this a lot easier for both of us if you’d made her stay.”
“And you could have made it a lot easier for all of us if you would just let it go. She’s mine, ReShaunda. She’s where she’s supposed to be.”
“It will be a cold day in hell before I accept that.”
“Then buy a coat, sweetie, because you’re in for a long winter.” Shaking his head in disgust, Jonah turned and headed after Cami.
“This isn’t the end of this, Jonah,” ReShaunda called after him.
“I didn’t think it was for a second.”
Chapter Seven
After locking up downstairs, Tisha headed upstairs to shower and get ready to go to sleep. It had been a very long day. Parts good and parts bad, and it was time to put both parts to bed.
Tisha had barely settled in bed when the phone rang. Picking it up, she glanced at the caller ID and smiled. “Hey.”
“Did I wake you?” Jonah asked. He sounded tired and weary, much to her dismay.
“No, I’m still awake.” Tisha took a moment to prop two pillows behind her so she could get comfortable before asking him, “Are you okay?”
“No,” he laughed bitterly.
“Is there anything I can do?” She wanted to be there to wrap her arms around him, but she knew he had to be with Cami right now.
“You’re doing it.”
“What?”
“Talking to me. Being here for me.”
Tisha wanted to say “always” but she bit it back at the last second. “That’s what friends are for,” she said instead, instantly rolling her eyes at the cheesiness of her words.
“Friends.” There was a long pause before he continued. “Is that what we are?”
She wasn’t really sure where he was going with this so she decided to try to keep it light. “I hope so.”
“Let me rephrase. Is that all we are?”
“I wouldn’t say ‘all’.”
“Then what would you say?”
Tisha thought for a moment before speaking honestly. “I’m not sure. ‘Boyfriend and girlfriend’ sounds a little lame. ‘Lovers’ seems too simple and common.”
“Then maybe we should invent a new word.”
“A new word?” Tisha smiled and leaned back more into her pillows.
“Yes. Something that will encompass everything we are.”
“What about…‘flovers’.”
“Flovers?”
“Yes, friends and lovers combined.”
Jonah laughed which made her smile widened in return. “Flovers. That’s a good one.”
She was glad she had him laughing and the former weariness in his voice was gone. “I aim to please.”
“And you do.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” She could hear the sincerity through the phone line. He wasn’t merely spouting platitudes to be polite.
“For making you laugh?”
“For that, and for coming tonight.”
“All I did was wait in the car.” It wasn’t all she wanted to do though. When she saw the look of anguish on Cami’s face, Tisha developed a strong dislike for ReShaunda and an almost uncontrollable urge to beat the woman down for the hurt she put both Jonah and the little girl through, but that wouldn’t have accomplished anything.
“That wasn’t all you did. You were there for me. Something I’m not used to. The only person I’ve ever really known who had my back was Cami’s dad. And when he died, I thought I’d never have that again.”
“You thought wrong.”
“I guess I did.”
After a brief silence, she turned the conversation back to the matter at hand. “Did you get Cami settled in?”
“Yes, and I stayed with her until she fell asleep.”
“You’re such a good dad.” She might not be a mom herself, but she could recognize a good parent when she saw one.
“I learned from mine.”
“You did?” she asked, confused.
“Yes, I do the exact opposite of what he did. Starting with just being there.” Jonah could have used his upbringing in foster care to blame the world for any and all woes. Instead he was turning around the life of one little girl.
“Good place to start.”
“I thought so.” Jonah sighed heavily. “Enough about me. Let’s talk about something else.”
Tisha was happy to comply. “Such as?”
“You and what you’re doing.”
“I’m lying in bed.”
“I like the sound of that.” His voice deepened, causing her womb to contract.
“Then you’re really going to enjoy the sound of this. I’m not wearing anything but a smile.”
“Hmm…” His sexy rumble sent a tiny shiver coursing through her. “That’s my favorite outfit of yours.”
“I thought you’d approve.”
“I wish I was there right now.”
So did she. “You and me both.” Tisha reached over to her nightstand and clicked off her light before leaning back against her pillows. “What about you? What are you wearing?”
“Pajama bottoms.”
Tisha closed her eyes and tried to imagine him. “Do they have something sexy on them, like lips or chili peppers?”
“Chili peppers?” He chuckled.
Tisha opened her eyes at the sound of his amusement. “Okay, it’s not as sexy as it would be hot, but you know, paint a picture for me to carry with me to sleep.”
“How about I give you something better to carry you to sleep?”
“Like…”
“An orgasm.”
“You already did that.” Many, many times.
“And I want to do it again.”
Her pulse quickened. Man, she had it bad. “How do you plan on doing that?”
“By getting you off while we’re on the phone.”
Even though Tisha had an inkling this was the direction their conversation was headed, her heart still skipped a beat. “I like the sound of that, but—”
“No buts. I’m not letting you off this phone until I hear you come for me again.” His tone brooked no arguments.
“I don’t want to be the only one getting off.”
“You won’t be. Let me go lock the door. Wait for me.” As if she had any place better to be. It took only a few seconds before he was on the line once more. “You still with me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Do you own any toys?”
Tisha glanced over at her nightstand. “Maybe one or two.”
“One or two?”
“Or five or six,” she admitted begrudgingly.
“Really?” Interest filled the line.
Tisha’s cheeks warmed. “I enjoy variety.”
“I guess you do.” She could hear the pleasure in his voice. “You’re going to have to show me your collection one day.”
Now that sounded like fun. “It’s a date.”
“I’m looking forward to it. I want you to take out a toy. Your favorite one.”
“My favorite toy is across the street with you,” she teased.
“And it’s hard and aching for you,” he said huskily.
Tisha licked her lips. “Ohh.”
“I’ve been hard since the minute you answered the phone.”
The image of his cock hard and ready for her made her mouth water. “That’s a long time.”
“I’m sure you’ll make it worth my time.”
“I’ll try.” Without turning on the light, Tisha leaned over and reached between her bed and nightstand and picked up her Hitachi Magic Wand. It was her favorite sex toy, the one that got her to the finish line quicker than anything else ever had. She sat back in the bed and settled against the pillows. “I have it.”
“What did you pick?”
“My wand.”
“What’s that?” Curiosity laced his question.
“It’s a vibrator.”
“Describe it to me.”
Tisha glanced at the wand and tried her best to describe it. “It’s wide with a flexible bulb-shaped head and a pretty long arm to grip it with.”
“Long is good, the better for fucking you deep.”
She chuckled and disabused him of that notion. “It’s not an innie toy. It’s for clitoral stimulation only.”
“Is that why you enjoy it?” He sounded genuinely curious.
“Yes, and the fact it plugs into the wall.”
There was a brief silence. “It plugs in?”
“Yes, which is a good thing because I don’t have to worry about the batteries dying at an inconvenient moment.”
“Now we wouldn’t want that to happen. I’m going to assume it has a cord and you’re not straddling the wall or anything.”
“Yes,” she laughed. “It has a cord.”
“Good to know. Are you lying under the covers or on top of them?”
“I have a sheet covering me.”
“Take it off. I want nothing touching your sexy brown body but your hands and your toy.”
Tisha obeyed without hesitation. “Okay, it’s off.”
“Good. Spread your legs for me. Open them wide.”
Licking her lips, Tisha did as he requested, shivering as the cool breeze from the overhead fan drifted across her heated sex. “They’re open.”
“Hmm…damn, I wish I were there with you.”
“What would you be doing if you were?”
“I’d be lying between your thighs, eating your sweet pussy.” She could almost see him licking his lips at the prospect. “Are your nipples hard?”
“They are now.”
“Oh…does the idea of me eating you out make you wet?”
Tisha wanted to scream God yes, but thought better of it. “Yes, it does.”
“Good.” His voice was as heated as her body. “I want your nipples hard and your pussy wet.”
“They are.” She was so turned-on right now just from the husky sound of his voice, she had a feeling one touch of her wand would have her bursting into flames. And she couldn’t wait.
Jonah had stood to push his pajama bottoms to the floor with one hand while gripping the phone tight with the other. It was a complicated move that took longer than he or his cock preferred, but it got the job done while allowing him to keep the phone to his ear. He didn’t want to miss a single second of tonight’s little adventure.
After stepping out of his pants, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes. He lightly began to run his hand over his stomach, slowly easing it toward his waiting cock. Even if it killed him, Jonah was going to make this last, he was going to draw it out and savor it like the tasty treat it was.
“You still there?”
“Yes, baby. I’m here.” Jonah ran his fingertips over the rigid length of his shaft before taking his cock in hand. He was hard enough to split wood. “Just getting a mental picture of you in mind.”
“How’s it working out for you?”
“Good,” he said, stroking his erection. “Damn good.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” The sound of her soft voice was almost as good as her hands gliding along his spine.
“You know what I’d like to hear.”
“What?”
“You coming.”
“Then what should we do about that?”
“I have a few ideas.” More than a few.
“Such as…”
“I want you to put the wand aside for now and use your fingers to get your nipples hard.”
“They’re already hard.”
“Because of what we’re doing, or because you’re cold?”
Tisha let out a soft, dirty, little laugh. “There’s nothing cold about me. I feel hot. Scorching hot.”
“You’re not alone. Even though they’re already hard, I want you to tease your nipples. Take them between your fingers and pinch and squeeze them.” Tisha let out a soft moan, which caused his cock to jump in response. “Yeah, baby. Just like that. I want to make sure you’re completely ready for me. For my cock.”
“I wish you and your cock were here now.”
“Really. Why?”
“So I could take you in my mouth.”
“And do what?”
She gave a husky little laugh. “What do you think?”
“You tell me, baby. In lots of dirty details. I want to hear everything you want to do to me while I stroke my cock.”
“And I pleasure my pussy.”
“No. Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to make sure you’re nice and wet for me.”
“I assure you,” her dry tone had him smiling, “that won’t be a problem.”
“Indulge me on this, Tisha, and I promise to make it worth your while the next time we’re alone together.”
“Hmm…promises.”
“You can take that to the bank.”
“If you were here right now, I’d drop to my knees before you and take your long, hard cock in my hand. I’d lean forward and engulf you in my mouth and take you as deep into my throat as I could.”
“That sounds good.” Jonah tried to keep his voice steady and himself from coming at the vivid imagine her words brought to life.
“Does it?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. Almost as good as the little hitch you get in your voice when I’m fucking you hard and deep.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn she was smiling. “How about I remind you again tomorrow? And the night after that. And the night after that.”
“Better yet, how about you let me move my hand to my pussy?”
“What will you give me if I do?”
“The blowjob of your dreams the very next opportunity we have.”
Jonah didn’t even have to think twice. “Move your hand, Tisha, and touch your pussy.”
“Yes sir.”
“Don’t tease the caveman in me, baby, with words like that. I might come to like it far too much.”
“A little dominant, are you?”
“You have no idea.” And it was probably a good thing she didn’t. Jonah didn’t know if she was ready to explore the darker side of his desire just yet. But there was time. There was lots of time. “I know you have the wand on standby, but I want you to wait before you use it. Right now I want you to touch your mouthwatering, tight pussy.”
“Mouthwatering, huh?”
“There should be sonnets written about it.” Just thinking about how good her hot sex felt around his cock had Jonah’s fist tightening around his shaft. He’d been around the block a time or two, yet in all of his previous experiences he’d never had a woman fit him as Tisha did. It was almost as if she were made for him and him alone. As clichéd as it sounded, her pussy fit his cock like a glove.
“Hmmm…”
“Hmmm?”
“Oh yeah.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m touching myself.”
Jonah’s mouth watered at the thought. “Now I’m humming.”
“And you have me wet.”
“Only fair since you’ve got me hard.” Jonah stroked his shaft as he envisioned Tisha caressing herself for his pleasure. “I never thought I would be jealous of your hands, but I am. I wish I was there, touching you. Caressing and filling you again.”
“Not so sure you’d want to be filling me right now.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you’d have to do it slow and gentle. I’m a bit tender at the moment.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I can do slow and gentle. I can do any and everything you want.”
“Can you fuck me while I’m tied down?”
“Tied down. Tied up. You want it, I’ll do it.”
“Really, anything?”
“Anything,” Jonah insisted. “If it made you wet, turned you on, made you come hard, I’d do it.”
“Me too,” she said into the phone breathlessly.
“Damn, you sound sexy, baby. Tell me what you’re doing right now.”
“I’m fucking myself with my fingers. Thinking about you. Thinking about you fucking me again. Thinking about you doing things to me.”
“Such as?” Jonah pumped his cock with slow, even strokes as he listened intently to what Tisha had to say. This wasn’t as good as being inside her, not even remotely close, but it was still hot. Running the heel of his hand over the head of the mushroom tip, he dampened his palm with his pre-come and used it as lube.
“I’m fantasizing about you tying me up and fucking my mouth with your cock.”
