22. Jolene
Iwas mortified, of course, and tried to explain to my daughter, who I was sure was disappointed in me, but she fell all over herself laughing while her aunties beamed at her.
“Mom, are you kidding me? You got divorced what, a month and a half, two months ago, and you already pulled one of the hottest men in the state who’s not only richer than your ex but younger too? I so wanna be you when I grow up.”
“Are you sure it’s okay, Savanna?” The last thing I want to do is give my kids any reason to hate me; that would kill me. I know I’m done with their dad, but he’s still their dad, and even though they”re old enough to understand what he did was wrong, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s always been a decent dad before all this.
“I won’t see him again if…”
“Mom, are you insane? You have to see him again. Look at the way he’s looking at your ass; speaking of which, I wanna borrow that outfit. My sorority sisters are green with envy, by the way.”
“You told them?”
“Mom, they know what you look like; everyone has seen this. Your man is a big deal in the south, didn’t you know that?”
My man? Oh, Lord! I started to correct her, but these three were in an alternate universe where Damon and I were already an item. My daughter was giving me dating tips because, as she said, I hadn’t dated anyone since I was fourteen. When you put it like that, I guess she’s kinda right.
I went straight from high school to marriage, which is what all decent girls did back then, and the only relationship I had was with Kevin. That’s only one of the reasons I’m terrified at the prospect of dating someone new after all these years.
I think I may have planned to just stay single and live my life for my kids and their future families, but the way these three were acting and talking it would be a waste of time.
“Mom, you’re still young. Why are you so afraid of this? I say have fun, and if that’s all it turns out to be, so what? I can’t think of a better way to get your lick back.”
“Get my what now?” Maeve waved her tongue at me, and I still didn’t know what they were talking about because the three of them started howling with laughter while I started to see about breakfast.
Savanna called her brothers and sent them the pictures and the four of them were discussing my life like they were the parents and I was the child who needed guidance. I had a rock in the pit of my stomach because I knew that even though my kids were mad at their father, they probably would’ve preferred it if we’d stayed together and worked things out.
I didn’t know how much I needed their approval or how much of my future plans were hinging on their input. But when my boys’ only complaint was that it was a bummer that he no longer played pro ball so they could have bragging rights and better seats at games, I released the breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding.
I’ve seen divorce before, and its effects on those left in its wake, and sometimes the kids resented the hell out of their parents for moving on. Maybe because they were older and had more knowledge, they were less judgmental and more supportive, and I can only be glad about that because the more they talked about him, the more excited I became at the prospect of where this thing might be leading.
I’ve been on a rollercoaster of emotions for the last few months since finding out about the affair, from anger to coldness to my mental breakdown after signing the papers and now this. I might have talked a good game about moving on, but even though I no longer feel the same about my ex, it doesn’t mean that I was ready to jump on the first dick that wagged my way.
But it did feel good dancing with him, being held like that again after so long. Maybe Savanna was right, and I should just go for it and have some fun. But I didn’t have the first clue where to start or how to make myself believe that it was okay for me to do this. I mean, isn’t this a surefire way to get myself hurt again?
The three of them had left after breakfast to get back to their lives, and I sat at my breakfast table drinking cup after cup of coffee and playing he loves me he loves me, not with the pieces of napkin I’d shredded.
I don’t have the first clue about dating as an adult, as you can see, but each time I looked at the picture Savanna had sent to my phone of him and me at the club, something inside me wanted to go for it.
I guess everyone saw that stupid thing on the Internet because I got a visit from my ex, who was fit to be tied. I opened the door to see him fuming because he didn’t know that the locks had been changed, and I stood in the doorway, blocking him from entering like he was a stranger.
“Yes, may I help you?”
“What is this shit, Jolene? What the fuck is going on?” I closed the door and locked it, and when he tried looking through the half blinds on the door, I closed those, too, and went back to my coffee. Looks like someone doesn’t understand how divorce works.
“Jolene, open this door and talk to me.”
“Go away, I’m expecting company.” He didn’t say anything for a good minute before he started trying to break my door down.
“My boyfriend is a cop; you’d better leave before I call him.”
“If you have another man in my….”
He stopped talking, and I thought he had a heart attack at my damn door before I heard murmurs out there, and someone else was talking to him. I grabbed my phone and looked at the security camera. “Oh shit!”
I jumped up and opened the door, and before I could say a word, Damon pulled me to him with a “Hi baby, miss me?” Then he kissed me right in front of Kevin. I forgot he was there because the kiss was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
I clung to him for support when he released my lips. He smiled at me and then turned to my fuming ex. “Did you two have an appointment that I didn’t know about or something?”
“Yes…” Kevin.
“No, we didn’t.”
“Were you just trying to break down her door? If she doesn’t want you here, this is trespassing. I’m off duty, but I can still make a citizen’s arrest.” Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Even Kevin understood the look Damon gave him. I didn’t know if I needed to pee or jump him, but this was better than a Lifetime movie.
“Jolene, you and I need to talk.”
“About what?” He looked at Damon and then back at me and I wished I cared about the hurt look on his face. Petulant child, that’s what I saw. I don’t want to play with this toy, but you can’t have it either.
“Do you want to talk to him?”
“Not really, no.”
“You may go now.” Damon smiled at him, and since he didn’t have any other way around him, he huffed and walked off.
Now, Damon seemed sane enough after I let him into my house. “These are for you.” He handed me the large bouquet of flowers he’d been carrying, and I found a place for them in my living room because they were showoff worthy. I bet that vase cost no less than five hundred dollars.
Like I said, he seemed sane. “What was he doing here?”
“Beats me; I guess he saw the picture of us on the Internet.”
“Fuck this!” That’s all I heard before I was lifted and thrown over his shoulder.
He walked up the stairs like he lived here, looked left and right, and chose the right direction to the master suite. “Is this the bed he had you on?” How the hell was I supposed to answer that?
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He threw me down on the bed, which caused the tee shirt I’d worn to bed to ride up, and as if he couldn’t wait, pushed the crotch of my new panties aside, released himself, and drove into me. I think I came before he even got inside me. What the hell has happened to me?
And what the hell is that? I guess my cumming made things a little bit easier because he slid even more of that thing inside me, and I didn’t have time to think about the fact that we just met and barely knew each other.
His hands, his hands were big and rough and sexy against my skin when he grabbed my waist and pushed my shirt even higher. I know I had a look of surprise on my face when I looked up at him, but he wouldn’t have known because he was busy looking down at my snatch or at what he was doing to it with that thing he was bludgeoning my insides with.
It was quick, fast, and hit the spot. I came twice and was still cumming when I felt his cock jump inside me. I didn’t think about anything, and it felt good to let him cum inside me without danger of anything happening because that peri bitch had killed off all my eggs any damn way.
It was a different kind of feeling. I don’t know how to explain it, like liberated I guess. But now comes the hard part. I’ve never had a morning after with a complete stranger before; what the hell am I supposed to do now?
“So, your boyfriend’s a cop, huh?”
I can just die right here and now. “Why do you keep overhearing me?” He shrugged, pulled out, and put that sledgehammer away but left his jeans unbuttoned. No wonder he pulled a blitz attack. Any woman with sense who saw that thing would call his associates on his donkey dick ass.
“Lemme ask you.” I had to find a way to get the heat off me. “Are you a centaur?” He laughed his ass off and pulled me up from the bed. Then he pulled my shirt off over my head, dropped his clothes, and carried me into the bathroom,
I can’t recall the last time I took a shower with a man. Kevin and I used to… “Hey!” He pulled my hair, pulling my head back until my neck couldn’t go any further. “You were thinking about him.”
“Was not. Okay, I was thinking it’s been a while since I showered with someone.”
“Asshole!”
Who’s the asshole? Me or the ex? Asshole!