Chapter 14 Alex
ALEX
THREE WEEKS LATER
Time had a way of flying by. My mother still wasn’t speaking to me, but I had come to be good with that. Judah had taught me that as much as I should respect others, I deserved to be respected, as well, and that included my family.
We had left the grocery store that night and gone back to his place to cook our meal for our friends. We had a wonderful time with Gabe and Kelli, so much so that we forgot all about the problems we had at the grocery store.
I called my father the next day, and he assured me that he was proud of me for finally making a stand about my life and apologized that he had never done it in its totality. He also stated that my mother would get over it, eventually, as she always had.
My brother called me a few days later, and he apologized for the ugly and hateful things that he had said. He promised that he would support Judah and me and that he was glad that I was happy. I suspected Tyra was behind that apology, and I appreciated her.
It didn’t matter if he supported us or not though. It was like Judah said, it was about us and no one else. I was thankful for Jon-Jon’s and my father’s support, but I wasn’t about to let their lack of support get in the way of my relationship and loving the good man I had been blessed with.
“Watch your step,” Judah warned, guiding me with one arm around my waist and his free hand holding mine.
“Judah St. Charles, if I fall and bust my face—”
“Baby, if you haven’t learned to trust me by now, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Why do I have to wear this stupid blindfold though?”
“Because I don’t want you to see your surprise too soon.”
Today was my birthday. My father had dropped by last night to give me his gift, a necklace with a locket. Inside the locket was a picture of him and me when I was three. On the back was a quote: “A father’s love has no boundaries.”
I had gone out last night with Kelli, Tyra, and a few other friends to celebrate my birthday early. Today, Sunday, was the actual day of my birth. I tried not to be bothered by the fact that I hadn’t heard from my mother, and it was a little after four in the afternoon.
Judah had picked me up and took me out to brunch this morning, and then he took me back to my place and packed essential items only. When we left, we headed straight for the airport and boarded a private plane that he had chartered.
I was so confused because he wouldn’t tell me where we were going. Five minutes before we descended, he pulled out the blindfold and demanded that I put it on, along with some earplugs.
I did. I had been wearing the blindfold ever since, including getting into a car at the airport and riding for fifteen minutes. I was allowed to remove the earplugs after leaving the airport, but not the blindfold. I was sick of the blindfold, and my face was starting to sweat.
The click of a door sounded loudly in my ears just before a blast of air conditioning hit me in the face, cooling me off from the sultry spring heat.
“May I take it off now?” I begged.
“One second,” he stated. “Stand right here. Don’t move. Don’t peek.”
“Okay,” I whined.
It felt scary when he left my side because I had no idea where I was, who was around, if anyone, or what was going on. I sighed when he was back by my side within two minutes.
“Okay, baby. Now you can take off the blindfold,” he stated as he lifted the blindfold from my eyes.
“Where am I?” I asked, looking around the candlelit room.
Bouquets of flowers were all over the place along with candles of varying sizes and scents.
“You’re in a cute little bungalow on Sorrel Island. Happy birthday, baby,” he explained before he cradled my face and kissed my lips gently.
I pulled back and rushed to the window. Opening the balcony door, I could see the beach only steps away from our location.
Palm trees swayed in the breeze, and beautiful, colorful flowers decorated the landscaping.
Lush green grass and flora grew everywhere, and people played and relaxed along the white sands of the beach.
“Oh my God! You have got to be lying, Judah!” I squealed.
He stepped out onto the patio with me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed me softly underneath my chin.
“Why would I lie, baby?”
“This is so amazing. You did this for me?”
“Yes. I just want you to relax, let go of the world, and surrender to my love this week.”
“Week? But, baby, my business—”
“Will be handled by Brielle and Serena. You have nothing major pending, and they are the only ones with pressing events at this time. Yes, you can afford to take off.”
I spun around in his arms and stared into his eyes. “I love you so much. Why are you so good to me?”
“Because you’re good to me. Why can’t I be good to you?”
I rested my head on his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered as tears pooled in my eyes.
“Well, you have thirteen minutes to get undressed and into a robe before your masseuse arrives.”
“You booked me a massage, baby?”
“Yes. You have been talking about wanting to relax, needing to take a vacation, and wanting to forget about all the things lately. Well, I’ve done that for you.”
I kissed him again and ran back into the bungalow.
“Where are you going?” he shouted after me.
“To get ready for my massage!” I shouted back.
I rushed into the bathroom, showered, and dried off before I headed back into the living room again. When I returned, Judah was reclined in a chair, looking relaxed and smooth while he typed something on his phone.
The massage table was set up, and a woman stood there waiting for me with a smile.
“Hello, I’m Daria, and I’ll be your massage therapist today.”
“Hi, Daria, it’s nice to meet you.”
We discussed what I needed, and I relaxed underneath her expert touch as Judah headed to answer the door.
Judah had planned out the entire first day. When the knock sounded at the door and he opened it, it was a personal chef. She cooked while I was massaged.
We enjoyed a dinner of honey-glazed salmon, roasted asparagus, rice pilaf, and bruschetta. We were served creamy panna cotta for dessert.
Once we finished our glass of wine, we took a swim on the beach until the sun set, which we watched from our patio with another glass of wine.
We had just returned to our room, which was decorated in grays, blues, tans, and whites. Somewhat masculine, but mostly a beach vibe.
Heavy artwork hung on two walls, patio doors were on the wall opposite the bed, and just behind the bed was a large picture glass window that looked out onto a picturesque forest, a flower garden, and a river running through the garden. In the distance were the mountains.
“This view is amazing,” I declared breathlessly, spinning around to look at him.
“I thought you’d enjoy it while you rode this dick, beautiful,” he stated, removing his swim trunks.
My mouth watered as Judah walked up to me, stroking his dick.
He turned me back around to face the beautiful view.
He kissed my jaw and then lifted my ponytail up to kiss the back of my neck before he moved to my shoulders.
With gentle ease and grace, he untied my bikini top and held his hands out so that my breasts would fall into them.
“Say you’re mine, Alex.” His voice was deep, smooth, and sexy.
“I’m yours, Judah,” I whispered as he pecked sweet kisses along my shoulder.
His hands rested at my waist as he delicately untied my bikini strings and allowed it to fall to the floor.
“You make love to me, Judah.”
“Hmm?”
“You make love to me. I notice you use the word ‘fucking’ quite often, but what you do to me can be described as nothing less than making love.”
“It’s because I do love you, beautiful.”
He stood behind me and used his lips to baptize my body with a soul-searing fire. From shoulder blade to shoulder blade, down the middle of my back, and across my lower back, he kissed me.
When the soft breeze of the air conditioning blew across my ass cheeks, he squeezed them both and bit into them.
Judah moved in front of me and lifted my legs one at a time to remove my feet from my high heels. As he lifted each foot, he took time to suck my toes, which almost caused me to lose my mind because what in the hell?
My inner thigh, my legs, and the backs of my legs and thighs received the same reverential treatment. His tongue swirled over my instep and his lips brushed the heel of my foot. Not an inch of skin did he miss as he worked his way back up and worshiped at my breasts for a while.
When he traveled south again, he made his home between my thighs, and he revered my pussy like she was some celestial being. My back arched off the bed, thighs lifted high and strained against the muscles, and my belly quaked with unresolved tension.
“Judaaaah!” I screamed as his tongue slid through me with serpentine-like ease and grace. My hands clutched his curls for lack of anything else to do and to try holding on. My legs tightened around his head as he forced an orgasm free that I wasn’t ready to give.
When I was finished, I lay there shaking on the bed as if I were having some sort of seizure or drug withdrawal. Judah moved up beside me and pushed my sweat-slicked hair back from my forehead. He kissed me so gently, and then he rubbed the tears from my eyes that I didn’t realize had fallen.
“Are you ready for the next level?” he asked, moving my legs apart and making a space for himself between my thighs again.
He rose up over me powerfully like the lion emblazoned in the middle of his chest. Like I had on previous occasions, I traced it and murmured, “Lion of the tribe of Judah.”
Judah was a spiritual man. Despite their father’s whorish ways, he had raised all his boys in the church. Issachar was spiritual but not the way that I was learning Judah was.
He had explained that his tattoo represented Jesus Christ as a descendant from the Tribe of Judah and that as the true living king, He was victorious over life and death. It also represented protection and strength from his Lord.
Yet, it wasn’t something that I wanted to dwell on when he was penetrating my body the way that he was. I swore when he pushed into me and stretched me to capacity that as his muscles flexed, that lion breathed.
My fingers continued to trace it until Judah lowered onto me, eliminating any space between our bodies. Our lips were fused together in a sweet, gentle, and slow kiss. Eventually, I opened my mouth to him the same way that I had my body and welcomed him inside.
“You’re so soft all over. I love how you feel under me, delicate, womanly, and so open and trusting.”
“It’s good for me too,” I whispered as I rocked my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust.
I loved how he filled me up to overflowing, leaving no room for anything, including my next breath.
Our bodies moved as though we were one, and I welcomed every thrust and prod of his shaft inside of me.
As it woke and upheaved every organ inside of me, every worry, every stressful thought, and every question that tried to rear its ugly head, he purged from me with our union.
Nothing mattered in the moment, except the way that we were together with each other. We needed no words, even during our orgasms. When we finished, he pulled me close.
“You good?”
“Perfect.”
He reached underneath my pillow and pulled out a ring.
My head was on his chest, and he twirled the ring around his finger.
“Judah?” I gasped, sitting straight up.
“I thought long and hard about whether I should do this, especially with all the back-and-forth you did with your parents. But here’s what I know .
. . In my maturity and wisdom, I know that I want you.
I also know that I don’t want to waste time playing games, so I did what I always do, took that leap of faith.
I’ve never second-guessed my decisions. If it felt right in my spirit, I went with it.
“That’s how I’ve been able to build a successful business in the construction industry so quickly, and that’s how I plan to build my family.
Alexandria Sheridan, you have given my life purpose again, and you’ve taught me how to open my heart to love when I believed it no longer existed.
It hasn’t been that long, but it feels like it’s been a lifetime. Would you marry me?”
“Yes,” I whispered as the tears rushed down my face.
He slid the diamond solitaire ring on my finger, and I kissed my man and whispered against his lips, “I love you so much more than I ever thought was possible.”
My birthday was complete, and he gave me everything I needed. The day and the man owed me nothing.