Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
There she goes.
Range stepped inside, commanding the entire room. Not only did she have my undivided attention, but the walls sweated upon her entrance. The space shrunk a few inches. The lights flickered, acknowledging her presence.
“Good evening, Mr. Blackwood,” she started, placing her briefcase on the table.
Something was different.
Maybe everything was different.
This woman was carrying my child. My children. And, as if she wasn’t fine enough already, she’d managed to get finer.
She was stunning in black. But it failed to conceal her growing belly. Though small, it was noticeable.
Completely smitten, I stared at her through lustful eyes. We were far past formals. Professionalism didn’t exist between us. It couldn’t. We’d crossed lines we couldn’t return from.
“You’re stunning,” I shared, pressing my back against the wall.
With my arms folded, I observed closely.
“There haven’t been any true developments in your case. The prosecution team is scrambling to locate evidence. We might have a good shot at your freedom the upco–”
I sliced at the distance between us, quieting Range altogether. Though I’d promised to keep my hands to myself, I couldn’t. She was irresistible.
“Josiah,” Sunshine gasped.
I fell to my knees. My hands pushed her top upward, exposing her rounding belly. I rested my palms and cheek against her skin.
Oxygen evaporated from my lungs. I inhaled, hoping to regain control of my respiratory system.
Muah.
Muah.
Muah.
Muah.
Ecstasy consumed me. There wasn’t a better title in the world.
Father.
So much of my identity was overshadowed by my degrees and position in pharmaceuticals that I often wondered if I’d be much more than my accomplishments.
Range was preparing to disrupt that idea. She was preparing to bring life into this world. Life that I helped create. Life that would surpass any of my prior accomplishments.
“Siah,” she whispered, placing a hand on the back of my head.
“Thank you.”
Her sacrifices wouldn’t go unnoticed. Not now.
Not ever. I was forever indebted. I owed her my life, and I’d give it to her.
But, more. I’d give her my love, too. One that she’d never recover from.
One she’d never run from. One she’d never fear.
One she’d seek refuge in. One she’d find harmony through. One she’d live to grow old with.
I stood, pulling her closer to me. On the tips of her toes, she welcomed me into her warmth. I accepted the invitation.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned against me.
“I’ve missed you, Sunshine.”
I released her, but immediately regretted it.
“I’ve missed you more.”
“How have you been feeling, my love?”
“Morning sickness lets up almost every day before noon.”
“I’m happy to hear that. When’s your next appointment?”
There was something on her mind. There was always something on her mind.
“Talk to me, Range. Tell me what’s circling in that pretty head of yours.”
She stared at me. Big brown eyes penetrating parts of me that belonged to her alone.
“I won’t be returning to the doctor.”
My breath hiked in my chest.
“Why not?”
“Because that’s not the route I want to take with this pregnancy.”
“What route are you considering, Range?”
“The natural route. A midwife. A doula. And a private physician in the event something doesn’t go according to plan.”
I sighed, pushing out a deep breath. While I understood her stance, twin pregnancies were much different from the average pregnancy. She wasn’t carrying one child. My baby was carrying two.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I know a team,” I offered. “I’ll set up an appointment.”
“Thank you.”
Visibly relieved, Range lifted her body on the tips of her toes and kissed my lips. I held her there.
Fingers around her neck.
Hand on the slight curve in her back.
I dominated her warmth, pulling her in and exploring her mouth without shame. Hunger consumed me. I’d been starving since our last encounter. Every night, I was reminded of her walls. Every day, I wished they were surrounding me.
“Josiah,” Range breathed out against my lips.
There was a deep yearning laced in her words. Her voice cracked. The weight of her body became my responsibility. She peered up at me, sadness and hope wrestling for those big brown eyes. Though lost, Range was exactly where she wanted to be, awaiting my guidance.
“Sunshine,” I began. “Please forgive me.”
“For what?” She asked breathlessly.
“Disrespecting you and ravaging your body as if I don’t have the utmost respect for it.”
Her eyes closed briefly as she digested my words.
I utilized the time to remove the space separating us from the table.
As disheartening as it was for me to unravel her in the discomfort of the government-owned dwelling, the discontent in her eyes and the thirst in her voice made it impossible not to.
“Hand on the table,” I demanded.
I pushed her black skirt over her ass. My dick was brick hard at the sight of her pantiless, hairless pussy. Words were simply a distraction. Range didn’t have to be here today. There were no new developments on the case, as she’d admitted.
Her intentions were clear. I’d read her well. She’d come for two things.
To give me what I wanted.
To get what she wanted.
Though I hadn’t voiced it, I was eager to see the small pudge in her midsection.
It made this all real. Because I was still taken aback by the idea that I had children developing in her womb.
Not because it was impossible. But rather because Range is a literal dream.
And her becoming the mother of my flock feels unreal.
Range, however, wanted to feel me inside of her again. Stretching her walls apart. Reminding her how we’d gotten into this predicament. Reminding her why she was seeing it through.
I kneeled, diving nose first into her creaminess. Her arousal was loud and uncompromising. It didn’t attempt to conceal her desires. It made them known.
“Mmmmm.”
With my nose trained on her canal, I ran my tongue across her clit and continued down her softness.
“Siaaaaaaah,” Range moaned.
I gripped both of her ass cheeks and pulled them apart near the back of her legs. Her pussy greeted me again. This time, I could see every inch of it.
I deepened my presence. My tongue stuck to her like glue. I swiped it across my creamy canvas, making a masterpiece.
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
Her body quivered. Those long legs of hers threatened to give out.
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
I inserted my index finger and my middle finger into her slipperiness. I replaced my tongue with my thumb.
Spuh.
I spat on her asshole.
“Uhhhhh.”
Her body jolted. I pulled her closer. Running wouldn’t save her.
“Mmmmm.”
My tongue acquainted itself with her backside. I touched every groove. One by one, familiarizing myself with every ridge around her asshole.
There wasn’t a part of Range’s body I didn’t want to know by heart. I was actively creating a blueprint, a roadmap, of her in my head. No stone would be left unturned.
It was mandatory that I located every switch on her body.
The ones that made her ooze.
The ones that made her cream.
The ones that made her moan.
The ones that made her mad.
The ones that made her sad.
The ones that made her explode.
The ones that made her sensitive.
The ones that made her soften.
The ones that made her happier.
The ones that made her mellow.
The ones that made her day.
She reached back, grabbing at thin air.
At nothingness.
I massaged her pussy with my index finger, middle finger, and thumb. Simultaneously. Nonstop.
“Uhhh— yesssssss,” she breathed out, barely above a whisper.
“Good girl.”
Range was finding it difficult to maintain her composure. She squirmed. She groaned. She moaned.
I shoved my tongue into her asshole. Her walls cinched, trapping me inside of her pussy.
“Oh God.”
In and out.
I worked my tongue, making love to her anal canal.
In and out.
“Siahhhhhh–”
In and out.
“Cu— uhhhhh– cummmmmm–”
In and out.
Just as her body shuddered, I removed my tongue and fingers. I shoved my pants down, along with my briefs.
Spuh.
I spat into my palm and smeared the saliva on the tip of my dick. My entrance was seamless. So would my death be if my life ended at this very moment. I’d die a liberated man, though I’d been locked in a cage for months on end.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Uhhhhhhh.”
Range felt better than I remembered. Our first encounter hardly held a match to this one.
“Yessss.”
I stroked her pussy. It felt like I’d slid into an entirely new universe. Nothing was the same.
Her walls were fluffier. She was warmer. She was wetter.
“Fuck.”
She contracted around me. Her orgasm was threatening to unman me.
“Yesssssss.”
Her hands were against the table. Mine were on her.
WHAP.
Our skin touched, slamming together before being pried apart. If I never saw the gates of heaven, this was close enough. Range was unearthly.
My toes curled in my crisp white sneakers. The view was immaculate. Her ass against me as she took every inch of dick I had to offer. She wasn’t running. She was managing, and that shit had me ready to bust.
WHAP.
“Argh. Fuck,” I grunted, leaning forward and balling Range's hair up in my left hand.
When she was close enough, back arched and head tilted, I placed my lips near her ear.
“I love seeing you. I love feeling you. I love hearing you. I want you, Range. I want this pussy. And, I want the family we’re creating. Forever. Understand?”
She nodded as best she could.
“Yessssss. Yessss. Yesssss.”
WHAP.
I couldn’t restrain. Semen soared through my shaft, marking her walls. My minions marched, hoping to do a job that had already been done.
With the rag hanging out the back of my pocket, I patted Range dry. I didn’t miss the opportunity to rub my hand across her ass, familiarizing myself with every curve. She was ravishing. Not a blemish in sight.
Dark skin.
Pink pussy.
Good head on her shoulders.
Loyal by default.
Well-connected.
Highly respected.
Reserved.
Elevated standards.
Wealthy.
Gorgeous.
Good-hearted.
The list continued for miles. So did the pain of the words brewing in my spirit.
Silently, I turned Range around. Her mascara was smeared underneath her eyes.
“What’s the matter, Sunshine?”
I wasn’t sure if she was crying from the intensity of our connectedness or her pending departure.
“Nothing’s the matter,” she told me. “Nothing’s the matter.”
Silence hovered over us both. Gloominess settled between our positions. The atmosphere shifted. I searched for the coldness in my heart. But, with Sunshine around, it was impossible to come by. She brought those rays with promises to keep me warm.
I gnawed my bottom lip until I tasted blood. At the realization I’d split it open, I freed it from between my teeth.
“Range–”
“Yes?” She waited, breaths unsteady and ever-changing.
“You’re fired.”
I didn’t have the gall to face her. Instead, I cowered and headed for the door before she could comprehend what I’d just revealed. To my surprise, Range was quick on her feet. Her body pressed against the door I was aiming for.
Open. I demanded, quietly.
Open.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what I should’ve done the first day you walked into this room and piqued my interest. I was a coward then. I can’t be a coward now.”
“Josia–”
I leaned in, nearing her ear.
“I just made love to you in a conference room used for privileged visits between attorneys and clients, Range. I don’t want my love to do that to you.
To lower your standards. To force you to settle.
To cause you to feel anything less than you are, baby.
Because, to me, you deserve better than my situation.
Better than these walls. Better than you’re receiving right now. ”
“So wha– what are you saying, Josiah? You’re breaking up with m–?”
“I’d slit my throat before I make such a foolish mistake, Range.”
“Then explain yourself!”
“I’m saying that I don’t want you here anymore.
I don’t want my woman or my children in this shithole.
Neither do I want you stressing over a case that can be dismissed without you in that courtroom.
Your work has not gone unnoticed, and I am grateful for all you’ve done.
But your role as my attorney ends today.
I want you happy, Range. And healthy. And, growing.
And resting. I want your feet up. Not clacking across this fucking floor ever so often. ”
“But you have court in five weeks, Josiah.”
Bzzzzt. There it was.
The pain in those orbs nearly made me regret every word I’d said.
“I’d be less of a man to keep bringing you back to a place that not even I want to be.
Don’t step foot inside of this place again, Range.
Not for me and not for anyone else. Not as long as you’re carrying our children.
Go home. Take care of yourself and take care of our babies. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
I placed a hand on her cheek.
“I love you… in every dimension.”