Chapter 15 #3
His fingers pushed inside, hooking me deep, while his thumb pressed against my clit, working her gently at the same time. My breathing became heavy and loud as I tossed my head back, allowing him to take me there.
When coolness hit my legs, I looked down to see Courtland was now removing my pants, taking my panties with him.
Johnni, ain’t no way you that far gone that you didn’t notice him lifting your ass up to get them down.
I was though and hated to admit it out loud.
“Can I have my hug now? Just a quick one, Lou, please.” His eyes were low as they stared into mine, stripping me of my common sense to tell him anything other than yes. I nodded while chewing on my bottom lip.
I wanted him.
“Let me hear you, Queen Lourdè.”
“Yes, Chief.” Two words.
That was all it took for me to dive deeper into my love thing with him.
Courtland was up, taking his shorts off. I sat up to help, but he quickly pushed me back before he continued to pull his dick out for me.
I reached out to catch his precum on the tip, using it as lip gloss, sucking the extra off my finger, making him smirk.
“How I taste, baby?”
“Good as hell. Now remind me how good you feel inside me.” Without any further thought, my legs were on his shoulders, with him making me claw at his back as he pushed into me.
“Agh, Chief,” I moaned.
“Ooh, Lou, hug me just like that, baby.” Doing my best to give him what he needed, my arms locked around his neck while my pussy did the rest.
The sound of a male voice calling out for him had me shuffling to break our connection, but Courtland didn’t stop.
“It’s just my radio, calm down.” Not missing a stroke, he grabbed the radio I didn’t even notice was next to me on the couch.
“Can you be quiet while I answer him?” he asked while still delivering deep, long strokes.
“Yes,” I said as my eyes rolled. That was my subtle warning that he shouldn’t have believed me because I didn’t. The first cry came just as he went to speak, which had him glaring at me this time, covering my mouth before responding to whoever was calling him.
“Yes, Bones?”
“Just giving you a heads up. I got Oakley and we’re headed back to town from set.”
“Copy that. Thank you.”
He tossed the radio back down, then bent his knees, picking me up, keeping his dick inside me as he began to assault the hell outta my pussy.
“Liar, liar.”
“I’m sorry, baby, it slipped.” My whimper came attached to my pleasure cries as I held on, taking his heavy thrusts.
“Make it up to me by coming on this dick, Lou.” Of course, I had no real control of what my body did when he was around or inside me, but she listened as I came, spilling down his thighs.
“Oooh, Chief!” This time Courtland covered my mouth with his to conceal my moans, kissing me through my orgasm and his as he came with me.
Feeling the warmth fill me had me closing my eyes, loving the flow of him swimming deeper into me, further sealing my already connected soul to him. I was Courtland’s and he was mine.
“I love you more, Chief,” I whispered in his ear.
“No, baby, I love you the most.”
I made it home, tired as hell, wanting to take a shower and get right in bed but I had another training so only the shower was happening.
I walked in expecting Quincey to be asleep considering the meds he was on had him out before ten these last few days.
To my surprise Quincey was up, waiting for me in the living room.
“Hey, I thought you would be sleep by now.” I said as I set my collection of shopping bags in front of me as I took a seat on the armchair across from him on the couch.
“Josie, the night is still young. Plus I had to make sure you made it home in one piece since you decided to leave without me knowing.” I chuckled.
“Q, why wouldn’t I make it home? I was safe and protected all day.”
Quincey’s brows spiked as he tilted his head to the side in confusion but didn’t speak on it.
I walked past him, heading straight upstairs to get ready for practice and talk to Courtland as if I hadn’t just left him.
Twenty minutes later I was back downstairs with Quincey still up and now in the kitchen.
I ignored him moving around to get my water bottle ready and one for Kimmie too.
“Josie, look, I wanted to talk to you about something and I prefer no fucking push back on the topic.” He released a chuckle then continued.
“What am I saying? I’m sure I won’t have any since I’m sure this was your idea. I’m hiring security.”
Act normal, Johnni.
That was all that came to mind and aided in my reaction. Normally, I would’ve been against it, so I pretended to be upset about the decision.
Then another thought came to mind.
What if Quincey pulls rank and tries to pick my bodyguard and it’s not Courtland.
This thought had my response feeling more authentic.
My head shook before I allowed him to finish.
“No. I’m so sick of what the fucking warden has to say about my life, our marriage. Security isn’t necessary, Q. I just told the girls I’m not even important enough for all that.”
“You’re damn important, especially to me.
I still have a campaign going on and need you to make it to the seat.
Johnni, please don’t fight me on this. I can’t do my job if my mind is consumed with whether you’re safe at your pageants and wherever else you’re going without me.
Give me until the end of this election season and we’ll talk about pulling the guard altogether, but for right now, I need this. We need this.”
“No we don’t. And what about my weekends at the club, huh? How will this work? They can’t exactly go in and watch me get fucked now can they, Q?”
When Quincey didn’t answer, instead closing his eyes and blowing out a frustrated sigh, I had my answer.
I snorted angrily.
Not that it matters anyways, Johnni. Your man is about to be in-house for real.
“Really? And now I can’t go there? We’re one decision away from me being a gotdamn prisoner in my own fucking life, Quincey! Tell me though, is that part from the picture or the shooting? I’m trying to connect the two.”
“Neither. Johnni, it’s temporary, I’m not happy about any of these either, but it’s for the best. With everything going on, I don’t need anyone digging too deep and finding out some shit that no one knows about.
Didn’t you say you were getting some tinctures from Mickey?
They’ll handle your stress until after election season. ”
“Temporary for me or…” I let my last word drag.
“Both. I just said that, Johnni.”
“Yeah, because I’m sure Aric or Tia or whoever else is running behind your ass has you covered.
Just fuck my needs. You’ve been saying a lot of shit lately, and yet, the more you talk, the more I see why your role in politics is so gotdamn perfect.
Fucking liar!” I shrugged as he rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. I didn’t give a damn.
“I’m not fucking Aric and damn sure not Tia. I won’t make it to the island and neither will you. Not until after the election, Johnni, end of discussion.”
The sound of the doorbell had me glaring at him for a moment as tears began to pool in my eyes. Not wanting him to see them, I pushed them down while I rushed to get the door for Kimmie.
Well, I think you sold the act, Johnni.
I laughed to myself as I swung open the door for Kimmie and cleared my mind enough to focus on practice. Regionals were weeks away and we had completely switched the routine. I was going to do what my man said and focus on bringing home another crown.