Denim
It’s funny how I thought I had the right woman until the true right one was in my arms. The minute my lips touched Jamila’s I knew it; I felt that shit. She is meant for me. It’s her that I’ve been waiting on. This is the feeling I’ve been missing.
My hands caress her back as she rests her soft ass body on mine. Her head is on my chest and her thick thigh is draped across my legs. When I crane my neck to kiss the top of her head, I notice a tattoo on her shoulder. There are words around it that I can’t decipher.
While running my hand across it, I ask, “What is this? What does it say?”
After lightly lifting her head, she says, “It’s an opened shutter and it says: I came. I saw. I captured. I got that tattoo after I bought my first professional camera. I took a leap of faith and followed my dream so I wanted a tat to commemorate it.”
“Photography wasn’t your first career choice?”
“Oh no. I actually thought I wanted to be an English teacher. I took my junior year off to travel. During my travels I realized I loved taking pictures. I finished my bachelor’s in English but never took the teacher certification.
I decided to pursue photography.” She folds her arms under her chin and angles her face up more to look into my eyes.
“Did you always know you wanted to be a dentist?” she asks.
“Actually, yeah. My dad is an orthodontist. It’s in my DNA.”
“Two doctors in the family. Unless it’s three? What about your…I’m sorry. I’m nosy. You might not want me all up in your business.”
“I was just all up in you; so, you can definitely ask me whatever you want. Besides, I told you. If we do what we just did then we are agreeing to an us. You can ask me anything.”
With laughter in her voice, she says, “Well, since you put it like that. What about your mom? Is she a dentist too?”
“No. She’s a family law attorney.”
“Ohh like the Huxtables.” She smirks.
“You got that. Yeah, a little like the Huxtables but it was just me. No siblings, just me and them. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“Officially, no but unofficially, I have three older brothers.”
“Unofficially?” I question because I have to admit this is the first time I’ve heard about unofficial siblings.
“Yeah. My father had a whole other life, wife, and family. I know about them but they don’t know I exist. His wife is deceased and he still hasn’t married my mom. I don’t want her to but the fact remains that he hasn’t. She never was his first choice and neither was I.”
“Shit,” I utter before thinking. I instantly regret my response. “My bad,” I apologize.
“No, it’s okay. That’s a natural reaction. I reacted worse when I was old enough to figure out why my dad only popped up at night and some weekends. And why my last name was the same as my mother’s, not his.”
“How old were you?”
“Eleven. I knew then that I didn’t want what my momma had with him.” Her head turns to the side and she lays it back on my chest. “No woman should accept what she does,” she utters.
Her entire tone has changed and I don’t want to stay in this melancholy space. So, I change the flow of our conversation. I bring photography back up because that’s obviously her happy space.
“The glasses. When you were taking pictures of me knocked out on the sofa, you were looking through the cups. Why?”
Her head rises and that beautiful smile is back on her face. “Glass has a way of framing the most gorgeous photos, especially candids. Catching people in unposed, natural moments creates stunning photography. I was inspired by you and I had to capture you in the best way possible.”
“How do I capture you in the best possible way?”
“You are off to a great start. I’ll let you in on a little secret though.
No matter how independent a woman may be, we still appreciate a good chocolate Prince Charming.
This smile,” she says while running her finger across my lips.
“This definitely helps too.” She inches up and replaces her finger with her soft ass lips.
Tenderly, she kisses me before rolling off of me, breaking our connection to my chagrin.
My arm reaches out to her and she grabs my hand.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. Wanna join me? ”
“Absolutely.”
We both ease off the bed. She heads to the bathroom and I trek to the thermostat.
The moment I got out of the bed, I felt the temperature shift in the room.
It must be getting even colder outside because I can feel a slight chill in the room.
So I push the temperature up to seventy then walk into the bathroom.
She has the shower on and she’s already inside.
I’ve been blessed to see her entire body and God is she gorgeous but her silhouette is even more spectacular.
The perfect hourglass with a few extra minutes where I like them.
When she glances over her shoulder and sees me, her face lights up with her smile and she pushes the glass door open. I gladly walk in.
As soon as I enter, her soapy hands land on my chest. She swipes them up and down then to my arms. She walks behind me and does the same to my back, then washes my entire body.
Her hands feel so good on my skin that I want us to do more than clean each other.
However, I exercise as much restraint as I can until she takes my dick into her hands.
As she strokes it, her eyes stay focused on me.
“Shit,” I groan. “You’re starting something,” I warn.
“That’s what I’m hoping.” Her soft hands release me then she latches her arms around my neck. My hands cup her ass and I lift her. She grins as she wraps those beautiful legs around me. I step us back to the wall and when her back hits it, I enter her. “Damn,” she hisses, sensual as fuck.
This woman is going to have me addicted.
Waking up next to Jamila makes this blizzard seem like a summer vacation.
As cold as it may be outside, it’s perfect in here.
She’s perfect in here, lying in my arms. Crossing the line was the best decision.
As far as I’m concerned, the line is actually gone and there’s no way I’m coming off of her when we return back to Crescent Falls.
“How long have you been up?” her soft voice utters.
“Not long,” I admit.
“What time is it?”
I press info on the powered on but muted TV.
I’m watching the weather channel for updates on this snowstorm.
We are still in the midst of it but the snowfall seems to be decreasing, they are predicting much less today and hopefully no additional snow on Monday.
We might be able to fly out Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday. Nothing is concrete yet.
“It’s ten after seven.”
“Are you working out this morning?”
“I hadn’t planned on it. I did a lot of cardio yesterday with you,” I tease as I caress her ass.
“You definitely worked me out in a good way.”
“Are we going down for breakfast?”
“Actually, I think I just want a coffee and that pecan log this morning. Maybe, we can go down later for lunch. I want to look in the little store down there anyway. We need a box of cards or something.”
“I’m cool with that. I think I saw some in there actually.”
She rolls over then props her head up on two of the pillows.
Her eyes focus on the television so I unmute it.
They are actually showing pictures and videos different viewers have captured and sent in.
Apparently, some parts of the city are without electricity.
My prayers go out to them in this sixteen-degree weather.
“So we might be able to go home Tuesday? That’s good. I like snow but this is too much. Give me Crescent Falls snow any day.”
“Agreed. Five or six inches is more than enough for me. Some parts here have over a foot of snow. It’s supposed to stop tomorrow.”
“I love being here with you but I miss my bed and my condo.”
“Same. There’s no place like home. Plus, I want to take you out on a real date.”
“Date. Oh, you are a gentleman. I love a man that doesn’t think chilling is a date. I need to be wined and dined,” she says then laughs.
“I most definitely will wine and dine your fine ass,” I assure her. “What’s your favorite spot in the city?”
“One of my favorite spots is the Butterfly Garden. I love it there and the little restaurant inside of the Bella House.”
“I’ve never been there.”
“Never,” she exclaims incredulously. “You have to go.”
“Then that will be our first date.”
I slide out of the bed then head into the bathroom. While inside, I piss, shower, then brush, floss, and gargle. When I emerge from the bathroom, she’s dressed in my sweatshirt and stripping the bed of the linens.
“I called for housekeeping. They are bringing up clean linens and towels in about thirty minutes. I told them we don’t need a full cleaning today. I really don’t like them all up in my stuff so I hope you don’t mind.”
“I’m good with that.”
When she finishes with the bed, she removes my sweatshirt, tosses it at me, then walks into the bathroom.
While she’s inside, I get fully dressed then make myself a cup of tea.
I’m not really a tea or coffee connoisseur, but this morning I want something hot to drink.
I’m drinking it when she walks to the door carrying the towels and linens stuffed in her arms. I raise to assist, but she stops me.
“I got it. They should be here soon. I’m just leaving this here by the door for easy access,” she says.
After dropping the stuff on the floor, she joins me in the kitchen.
She washes her hands then starts making her coffee.
As it brews, she removes the pecan logs from the fridge and warms both containers in the microwave.
When it stops, she grabs packs of plasticware and places those and the rolls on the table.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. What are you drinking?”
“Some tea they had up there. This was the only one. I’m not big on coffee.”
“Then remind me to tell her we need more tea when she comes too.”
She drinks from her coffee cup then she tastes the pecan roll.
The look of satisfaction on her face entices me to take a taste too and it’s good as hell.
We finish our little breakfast and right before we get ready to head to the store downstairs, there are light taps on the door. I open it and it’s housekeeping.
The tiny woman comes in, removes the old linens and towel, empties the garbage, restocks the coffee bar, then makes the bed with fresh linens.
Before leaving, she places stacks of new towels on the bed.
When she walks out, so do we. She continues down the hall to the left and we head to the elevator.
It opens as soon as I press the button but it’s full.
We wait for the next one and it’s full too.
“Damn,” Jamila utters. “Let’s take the stairs. I’m wearing flat boots.”
She’s wearing the same sexy ass outfit from yesterday but this one is black.
Yesterday’s was brown. But sets accentuate her curvy, thick body and she looks amazing.
After I place my hand on the small of her back, we trek to the stairs and head down.
As soon as we walk out of the stairwell, we discover why the elevator was so busy.
The reunion.
The hall is filled with people and them.
Maddox and ol’ boy are in the middle of the crowd.
I don’t know if they spot us or we spot them first but as soon as Maddox’s eyes lock with mine, Jamila possessively latches her arm with mine.
I guess seeing them again was inevitable and the moment is now.
We have to walk past them to reach the store.
Maddox is holding his hand but she releases it as we move closer to them.
She also inches away from him. The gesture is small but clearly visible.
“Are you ready for this?” Jamila asks.
“There’s nothing to be ready for. I’m good and so are you.” I lean in to her ear, then add, “It’s really fuck them.”
She laughs then kisses my cheek. When I lift my head back up, Maddox is glaring. I can see the fire in her eyes. While shaking her head, she marches toward us.
“Wow.” She’s doing this.
“She won’t do anything. Trust me,” I assure Jamila and she simply sucks her teeth.
“She better not,” she huffs and I can’t hold my grin. She’s cute as hell with this tough girl act.
“Can I talk to you?” Maddox snaps the moment she’s in front of me.
“He has nothing to say,” Jamila snaps back to Maddox’s dismay.
Her entire demeanor shifts and her shoulders drop. She slightly turns so her eyes aren’t on Jamila, then she gives me a pleading look. “Denim, baby, please,” she whispers and I feel nothing.
Her cheating and me seeing and hearing that shit has totally killed anything we once had. I gave my all to her and she basically gave me her ass to kiss. She doesn’t deserve another minute or second of my time and I’m not giving it to her.
“There’s nothing left to say because there’s nothing left between us,” I state firmly. “You made your choice. Go back to him, Maddox.”
“What about my business?”
“What about it?” I made the initial investment and I’m not looking for my money back because I’m not that type of man. A gift is a gift and I have no expectations of getting it back simply because we are no longer together.
“In front of her? Please don’t do me like this.” A tear falls from her eye and she doesn’t bother to wipe it. It’s for me; she’s soliciting my pity but the act is futile. I truly have nothing left for Maddox.
“You two should talk. Let me go handle his ass,” Jamila says.
She stands on the balls of feet then softly kisses my lips. She smiles extra hard at Maddox then walks toward him. I’m more interested in their interaction than this unnecessary moment with Maddox. So when Jamila walks off, I turn to Maddox.
“The money was a gift. I don’t want it back or anything else from you. You made your choice and I’ve made mine,” I tell her then walk off too.
I head toward Jamila but stop by the end of the hall. I’m close to them but far away to give her privacy. That’s her past relationship to deal with just like I handled mine. However, I’m just here if she needs me.