Chapter 12
Nicholas
By the time I made it to the door, Cindy was getting in a car. As long as she was gone, I would handle her later. My priorities were in check.
“Habibti, I apologize for her behavior, but I really thought that it was best that you meet her now. I knew she was probably going to act a fool. I needed you to see how she is up front.”
“How did that genius plan work out for you?” she asked, propping her hands on her hips.
“You’re adorable when you’re mad, baby.”
“Don’t play with me, Nicholas. I’m going home.”
“You’re not going anywhere, Jameela. We’re having lunch, remember?
I brought you so you could see her, because she’s not going anywhere.
She might have an issue getting used to the idea of me having somebody in my life worth having around our daughter, but she’ll come around.
I don’t want you to think there’s anything going on between us.
I haven’t touched her in over a year, and I never plan to again.
Our relationship dynamic works much better that way.
I take care of her financially because that’s who I am, but that’s as far as it goes. ”
“Good for you. I’ll call you later tonight,” Jameela said, moving toward the door.
“Come here,” I said, closing in on her before she could close the door.
The palm of my hand landed on the door before slamming it as soon as it opened.
She didn’t turn to face me, so I used that as an opportunity to pin her against the door.
I pressed my body against her, loving the feeling of her soft ass, even if she was trying to run away from me. Dipping my head, I kissed her earlobe.
“You didn’t hear me calling you, Jameela?” I asked, pressing my lips against her ear.
“Nicholas, stop. I’m not with this right now. I’m not about to have baby mama drama when I have enough drama with the father of my own child.”
“I’m her father now. I’ve never given you a reason to doubt me. Have I?” I asked, kissing her neck.
“No, but—”
“No buts, Jameela. I’m not letting you run away from this. I know you know how I feel about you. If you don’t, I don’t mind filling you in. Just stop trying to run from me. You know I don’t like that shit.”
“I don’t like being insulted by your baby mama, but it happened.”
“I’m trying to take your grievance serious, baby, but you’re so gah damn sexy when you’re mad; all you’re doing is turning me on. I think it’s the pheromones,” I said, squatting to my haunches, pushing her dress up over her hips, and smacking her on the ass as I turned her to face me.
She looked down at me and rolled her eyes but didn’t try to stop me as I placed kisses on her inner thighs.
“I’m sorry, but I promise it will get better. Just stick with me.”
“You can’t just sweet talk your way out of everything, Nicholas.”
“Well, can I at least taste you and see if you’re as sweet as you smell?
Anta taj'alni majnunan, habibti,” I said, not bothering to give her a chance to try to protest before I moved her panties to the side and slithered my tongue into her soaked center.
Jameela might have been mad with me, but I knew my pussy could never hate me.
“Uhibb ta'mak.”
I spread her legs so I could submerge my face deeper into her.
Jameela’s hands clutched the back of my head, holding me in place as I flattened my tongue and flicked relentlessly against her clit.
Her hips bucked when I plunged two fingers inside and slowly twisted them, letting her juices coat my fingers.
Her essence ran down my chin as I continued to devour her like I was starving.
I actually was hungry, since the lunch we were supposed to be having was in the kitchen getting cold.
“Nicholas,” she whimpered, clawing at my head and shoulders.
Her legs quaked around my head as she came, sending a stream trickling down my chest. I lapped and laved, trying to catch every single morsel. I didn’t believe in wasting good food. Jameela was a six-course meal.
I didn’t remember how my pants got down, but before I knew it, I was balls deep in my personal heaven. My forearms hooked under her knees, keeping her spread wide for me as I plunged to the depths of her oasis.
“Fuck, Jameela. I love you,” I whimpered, unable to compose myself.
I needed to pull out, or I was going down for the count.
My hips stopped moving as I dropped my forehead to hers.
Jameela was so fucking beautiful. I loved fucking her face-to-face.
Just staring into her eyes made my heart hurt.
I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, but I didn’t want it to stop.
That thought was solidified when she grabbed my chin and began to roll her hips. Her piping hot pussy felt heavenly massaging my dick. How the fuck had anyone let Jameela get away from them? I had no idea, but I thanked God and my lucky stars that they did.
“Ooo shit, Jameela,” I groaned.
The way her pussy vice gripped my dick made me feel woozy.
Hearing the sweet sound of her moaning as she enjoyed me didn’t make it any better.
I felt like I was soaring above the clouds, and I wasn’t even high.
I hadn’t smoked in days, actually. As good as it felt, I couldn’t take it.
I pushed her back because if she kept it up, both of us would be on the floor.
“Wait, baby. Let me. . .” My voice came out raspy and strangled as I tried to explain that I was trying to hold it together.
“You don’t get to run from this pussy, Nicholas,” she murmured.
“I’m not running. I can barely move.”
“Well, sit down,” she ordered.
She held the back of my head with one hand and used the other to reach between us and grab my dick. Quickly, I moved away from the door and plopped down into the first chair I made it to.
“Put it in,” I demanded, dropping my head back between my shoulders as I prepared myself for the ride. When her feet landed on the floor, I knew I had made a mistake.
“Mm, you always feel so big.” Jameela moaned into the air as she slowly sank down on me.
She said that, but I knew Jameela was about to fuck the shit out of me.
I knew I’d met my match the first night, so instead of trying to fight it, I accepted my fate.
I gripped her ass in both hands as she held onto the back of my head with both hands and slowly rocked her hips.
Jameela’s pussy was perfectly warm and cozy, just like her.
“Ana mudmin alayk.”
My eyes drifted closed as I tuned in to the sound of her wet pussy sucking my dick and milking me of all my faculties.
I could feel the tears streaming down my face.
There was no use in trying to hide them.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling so good in my life.
I released my grip on her ass long enough to slap it hard.
She had no business fucking me like this.
“Anta taj'alni majnunan, habibti. Ana mudmin alayk. I want my son to be a junior,” I grunted, not bothering to open my eyes.
“Boy, shut up.”
“I need you to cum for me, habibti.”
“I already did,” she said, not missing a beat as she reached behind herself and massaged my balls.
“Anta taj'alni majnunan.” I panted as I tried to hold on to the frayed edges of my sanity.
My eyes drifted open when she shoved her fingers in my mouth, letting me taste her.
I didn’t know why the hell she did that, but that was all she wrote.
One of my arms hooked under her thigh while the other moved to her throat.
I used both to lift her up enough to hold her in place while I drilled into her.
My grip on her tightened as I chased the high slowly building at the base of my spine.
“Nicholas, I’m cumming again, baby. Cum with me,” Jameela mumbled.
I roared, pulling her down on my lap as I emptied a full clip into her.
Her body jerked, and I rubbed her back to help her come down from wherever she was right now.
I wasn’t far behind her. When she rested her cheek on my shoulder, I turned my head enough to kiss her lips.
Her eyes were glazed over and heavily lidded, but a smile still played on her lips.
I committed the look on her face to memory for the nights when I could only wish that she was in my arms.
“Uhibbuk ya, habibti.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, slightly narrowing her eyes.
“I love you.”
She leaned forward, pecking my lips before climbing off my lap. I winced when we disconnected.
“Stay right there. I’m going to clean you up,” she instructed before strutting across the room.
I watched her ass jiggle as she entered one of the bathrooms. I only planned to sit long enough to regain the feeling in my legs.
By the time I thought I could move, she had washed me down like a newborn baby.
“Thank you.” I grinned, finally finding the strength to stand on my own two feet.
I didn’t have to pick Amira up until four, so I planned to make the most of my time with Jameela.
“Take this off, and come lay with me for a while,” I instructed, tugging at the dress resting on her hips. Once she was naked, I pulled her body to me, loving her softness.
“I need to recover before you start thinking about another round.”
Her warning made me smile. Even if I wanted to, I didn’t have another round in me.
“I just love to see you naked. Head to my bedroom; I’ll be right there.”
I reheated the lobster and potatoes and crashed into bed to refuel. Once we were done eating the main courses, we lay tangled in my sheets, feeding each other cheesecake and sipping my favorite bourbon. Honestly, I didn’t need sugar or alcohol to tell me that I was on cloud nine.
Jameela reached over and brushed a stray crumb or something from my bottom lip.
I caught her at the wrist and kissed her fingers as she settled in against me, resting her head on my shoulder.
It felt good to just do nothing for a while.
Between Amira and my queen, I didn’t need anything else.
Bella was a bonus. I had even more reason than ever to make time for life outside of work.
“Move in with me, Jameela,” I requested.
“What?”
“I want you and Bella here. I’ve been wanting to get Amira full time, but I haven’t been able to make it make sense.”
“That’s a lot, Nicholas.”
“I know, but I want you to already be settled in when you have the baby.”
“We will cross that bridge when and if we even come to it.”
“We are already at the intersection, habibti.”
“What does anta taj'alni majnunan mean?” she asked.
The careful way she enunciated each syllable made me smile. “You drive me crazy. Where did you get that? Let me find out you’ve been studying.”
“Really, Nicholas? You kept saying that.”
Not that I recalled, but I believed her. She was damn sure driving me crazy. I was thinking about the unthinkable.
“Anta taj'alni majnunan, habibti,” I repeated for good measure as I kissed her temple and pulled her closer.
“Me too.”
She smirked, looking up at me with those sensual brown eyes. The afterglow of sex made her even more gorgeous.
“You’re so radiant, you look like a light sitting next to me. You smell different, taste different, and even feel different. I couldn’t even move once I was inside you. You’re pregnant, Jameela.”
She rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. “I haven’t even missed my period, crazy. Even if I was pregnant, that’s not grounds for us to just up and move in together.”
“I want to take care of my girls, all three of them, and whatever the new one will be. I’m not trying to have you come here to be a live-in babysitter for Amira. I want to be with you. I want to be around you. I love you, Jameela. Is that a good enough reason?”
“Nicholas, this feels crazy. Does this not feel crazy to you?”
“I already told you that you make me crazy. What’s so wrong with being crazy if we’re doing what makes us happy?”
She sighed as she moved from her position next to me to straddle my lap. “I love you too,” she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips. “I’m just so scared. I don’t even know how this happened.”
“Can we just try it for a while? Spend some time here and see how you like it. If you decide that you don’t like the way things are, then I will accept that you don’t want to make it permanent.”
“Let’s just take it one day at a time.”
“That’s all I’m asking. Come on. I need to get up and pick Amira up from school, then we can go get Bella and pack you guys a bag.”
“Oh, so this is starting now?”
“Day one to eternity, mi reina.”
“Te amo, mi rey.”
I love you, my king. I knew this woman was my wife from the moment I laid eyes on her. If I had a ring, I would have proposed to her right then and there. Soon, and very soon, I would have everything I desired: my lady and my girls all under one roof.