CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Joy had that fireplace poker in her hand and her nerves as steady as she could make them when she opened that bedroom door and peeped out. But she didn’t see anybody.
But when she heard William’s voice again, and it was still as distressed as ever, and he once again started crying out no and stop, she took off toward the sound of his cry.
The sound came from the bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was closed, but his voice still resonated. Only now he was yelling out in even more distress: Don’t do it,” he pleaded. “Please don’t do it. Let it be me. Please take me instead. Please take me. Stop! No! Stop!”
Joy, by now her heart hammering, opened that door as gently as she had opened her bedroom door, and looked inside. When she saw that William wasn’t under attack as she had expected him to be, she exhaled with a collapsing relief.
But then she looked at him again. He was lying in his huge bed, his covers already kicked off of his naked body, and he was tossing and turning and still yelling out. He was having what Joy could only describe as a horrific nightmare.
She knew she should just leave him to come out of it on his own. But he seemed in such dire distress that she couldn’t leave him that way. Instead she hurried to his bed and began shaking him. “William? William, wake up. Please wake up. William?”
It took several more shakes by her, and just as many peeps at his huge penis, before he finally opened his eyes. And that was when the tossing and turning stopped. And the yelling stopped. “What is . . . what?” He was confused.
“You were dreaming,” Joy quickly said. “You were having a nightmare.”
“Oh,” William said. He had them often. Nearly every week. But since he was always alone whenever he had one, he always woke up confused and then relieved.
This time was no different. He had had one of his bad ones. Worse than usual. He was very relieved.
Then his eyes saw that fire poker in her hand.
She looked where he was looking and then she smiled. “I wasn’t going to beat you up for disturbing me or anything like that,” she said jokingly. “I had just gotten out of the tub when I heard you. So I grabbed it because I thought you were under attack.”
“You were coming to my rescue?”
“Yes sir.”
She’d never know how wonderful that made him feel. But it wasn’t smart. “Next time,” he said, “run for your life if you feel there’s a threat, and call 911. You hear me?”
“No sir.”
He frowned. ‘What do you mean no?”
“I’m not about to leave you to fend for yourself when I can help out too. No sir.”
William stared at her. He didn’t think they still made women like that.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Joy was staring right back at him.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” But he said thank you as if it was an afterthought because his eyes had roamed to Joy’s body. And more specifically the fact that she wore his dress shirt, with nothing underneath it, and it was completely unbuttoned. And because of her movements, it was wide open too.
Joy realized what had his attention, and she quickly moved to close the shirt and get out of there.
But William didn’t want to be alone. After those nightmares, he always had to get up. He could never go back to sleep. But this time, since she was there, he put his arm inside her shirt and around her waist, she turned toward him, and he easily lifted her up and on top of him.
Joy could feel the sweat on his chest from his nightmarish dream as they were skin-to-skin, and she could feel the heat of his entire body, including his ever-expanding penis, as he laid her on top of him.
Although he’d been sweating, he still smelled like that same cologne she smelled all last night as she slept in his shirt.
A smell she fell in love with. And when he cupped her butt and began squeezing it, and his touch felt so good, she looked at him. “You’re okay?”
He couldn’t just come out and say he was.
Not after what he knew was an outcry for help if ever there was one.
He looked at her. She smelled so fresh. It was that same sweet scent he remembered when she sat so close to him at that restaurant five weeks ago that she was practically in his lap.
It was as if her very skin was perfume, and he was getting drunk on the aroma.
He wanted to wrap her into his arms and never let her go.
But she was staring at him, poor thing, as if she was wondering about his sanity. As if his cries had shaken her. “What time is it?” he asked her softly.
“It should be around three-thirtyish by now.”
“Three in the morning?”
“Yes sir.”
“You took a bath three in the morning?”
“I wanted to be ready. You didn’t say what time to get up.”
William couldn’t believe it. He began to rub, rather than squeeze, her naked butt. “You’re one of a kind, Joynetta,” he said to her.
She smiled although his rub was making her feel lightheaded.
“Stay that way,” he added.
“You can count on it,” she said nervously. Then she laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. And they remained as they were for several minutes.
But as they continued to fully feel each other, their relaxed looks took a turn more serious. He was rubbing her with more sensualness, and his groans were increasing, while she could feel his erection getting harder beneath her, and her breathing was going deeper down.
He had to have her. It was no longer debatable.
He took one of his hands from her ass and lifted her chin.
When his eyes roamed down from her eyes to her lips, even she knew they were at that point of no return.
And when he kissed her, she didn’t fight against it or do anything to hamper him.
She kissed him back. Which only made him kiss her with even more ferocity.
And hold her with even more possessiveness.
And then roll her off of him and onto her back and kiss her even harder.
But not just her mouth. But her breasts. And between her legs. She was moving to his every movement too.
And then he laid back on his back, pulled her back on top of him, and enter her with a thrust that took her breath away. She momentarily forgot to breathe it was so intensely sensational.
He held her and she held onto him as they made love for what seemed like several long hours even though it was less than half an hour.
But even as they were nearing orgasm, he knew how to stop hitting her in that spot to keep it going. It was as if he knew her body like he knew his own. They continued making love.
And when they came, it was beyond electrifying. Joy screamed out so loud and William moaned and groaned so hard that they had the bed jumping for joy too. It had been years, ever since she broke up with Sanchez, that a man had touched her like that.
Now she was being touched in a way that floored her. She was shaking when he poured everything he had into her. She was actually shaking.
William wasn’t shaking, but he was shaken by the mere intensity of their cum. He had never felt it so forcefully. It took more than a few minutes for them to finally come back down from the high their lovemaking had taken them on.
And they just laid there, arm in arm, with Joy still on top of William.
And it was then, in those moments after, that they both realized they had worn no protection.
For Joy, she was worried about diseases. What if William didn’t use condoms whenever he was with Felicity, or any of his other ladies? She couldn’t imagine that witch insisting on a condom as bad as she wanted him. What was to say that the others weren’t the same way?
But for William, it was about pregnancy. After Kaitlyn, there was no way he was going to bring another child into this world, he didn’t care who it was with. There was no way.
And even if she told him it wasn’t necessary, he wasn’t taking any chances.
“On our way to the office,” he said to her, “we’ll stop by the pharmacy.”
Joy didn’t understand why. She looked at him. “The pharmacy?”
“For the morning after pill, yes.”
“Oh,” Joy said. Then she laid her head back down. And thought about it. That wasn’t his decision to make.
She looked up at him again. “What if I don’t wanna take it?”
“That’s not up for debate. You’re taking it.”
Joy didn’t like his tone. He spoke to her as if she was his child.
But she also didn’t like that unflinching look in his eyes.
This man wasn’t playing with her. But she felt it best to cross that bridge when they got to it.
He wasn’t going to make her take any pill she didn’t want to take, but that was her business right now.
She laid her head back down on his chest.
But already she was seeing the fissures of what was supposed to be a strictly business relationship that had no business going this far anyway. Was it a crack they could overcome, or was it a crack that would ultimately consume them both?
She didn’t know. But she did know there was nothing she could do about it right then.
She relaxed again. She felt his warm embrace again. She fell asleep in his arms.