BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (10 page)

Jake smiled, "Effective today. Walk down there and tell June to adjust my pay rate."

"I knew it was just a matter of time."

"That's life Carl, that's life ... it's always, just a matter of time. Now I best get to work. By the looks of things, to get all back in order, I maybe putting in some overtime, you'll be approving that as well, correct?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, but ... know this ... at what I'm paying you, I'm only paying for overtime for the next two weeks, that's it!"

Jake winked, did a double sucking, chuck-chuck sound from his back teeth and walked out the door smiling. That old house on his mind; his future wife on his mind. The picture of her, advanced and round in her pregnancy, standing on the front porch, on his mind.

Life was good.

*

L.A.

Total and complete disbelief.

Sylvia stood in her other kitchen, bright and early the next morning and that's what she was feeling, total disbelief.

First of all, when she heard over and over, his condo, the condo in L.A., she hadn't conjured any image of it really. Hadn't really given it a deep thought. Automatically for some reason, if she did conjure an image, it was a hotel room that she pictured. Small rooms, close and compact. White walls, clean and new.

Well, white walls, clean and new was accurate.

Small rooms, hotel... not accurate.

His condo, was larger than her home in Wisconsin. In some ways, due to the layout, she figured it might be twice as large, if not, a tab bit less.

She couldn't believe her eyes as she looked around.

Everyone was asleep.

They'd all been up late, she vaguely heard them throughout the previous evening because she'd never gotten back out of bed from when Shawn laid her down. Granted, she rose briefly to use the bathroom, get out of her clothes into something more comfortable and then quietly, she'd gone right back to bed and slept. She'd been totally wiped out. Shawn had checked on her throughout the evening, trying to get her to eat. She was also aware, that every time her husband checked on her, he'd been a bit more tipsy each time. She was too exhausted to care, all she wanted was sleep. Which she went in and out of aware that they'd all been drinking, having a bit of a party downstairs. There had been lots of laughter, Shawn's or Ben's laughter ringing out amidst Angela's, Crystal's and Mundo's. Isaac's and Darren's interspersed with them. Of the two McPherson's, she never quite knew who was laughing, Shawn or Ben, because they sounded so much alike; she remembered smiling about that in her haze of sleep and then turning over to doze off again.

Now, here it was, the next morning, she'd come down while her husband and kids, slept from being up until 2 or later in the middle of the night.

Alone, she toured her L.A. home and felt so strange as if detached from it all, as if an alien there. The layout of it was totally different from what she'd ever seen or lived in. This one, had an open plan kitchen with a family room attached; which was quite large. Modern new appliances, a large stainless steel stove. Marble counter tops. Dishwasher, garbage disposal and trash compactor. Cabinets galore with a small center island and sink for preparing meals. Once more, she felt as if she were in another world. There were two ways out of the kitchen, through the family room, or through a hall that lead by the downstairs toilet, that had only a toilet and sink, flaunting the same marble that had been in the kitchen. Everything was very rich, stylish and modern. From there, into the smaller living-room which was off of a small foyer. She couldn't get over it. The furnishings were very expensive, well made and heavy. No plants, with him coming and going. The decor was very simple, yet inviting, comfortable, and again, that word,
expensive
came to mind.

All looked just as she might have wished it to be had she a hand in decorating it. She wondered had it been done by Deidre? Or Shawn? Either instance, she had no complaints and in fact, found nothing she would change or add. Her wandering around brought her to the sliding glass doors and then opening them, out to the swimming pool.

A swimming pool!

Never in her wildest dreams. This was a luxury seen only on TV, on some show of the rich and well to do. Never for someone like her, as poor as she had been. Struggling as she always had, she didn't think she would ever come into possession of things of this magnitude. Being able to purchase her home in Wisconsin, having that as her very own, was as close to being wealthy as she felt she would ever get. All her furnishings there were old, well cared for, but they were years old. She walked a complete circle around the pool, noticing that it had a safety barrier surrounding it. Because of the babies, she was happy to see that. Glancing back up the back garden, she noticed a door down from the sliding glass doors she'd come out of, walking to it she opened the solid wood portal to discovery a large fitness room full of exercise equipment and weights; one wall, all mirror, a TV bracketed up in the far corner facing the two treadmills, stair climber and elliptical. "Oh my God." She murmured to herself. At the opposite end from the door, she ventured on to find a full shower, next to it, a sauna room and a massive Jacuzzi around a corner at the opposite end. There, a door leading back out onto the surrounding yard that was solely theirs. They were enclosed upon a large estate where other condos were attached more like town houses and some in apartment units. Everywhere she looked, green grass, palm trees and breathtaking landscaping galore. Sylvia didn't know how long she stood out there with her mouth agape, one hand partially covering it as she remained overwhelmed by all that she was seeing.

"Oh my God." She gasped again, quietly surprised with it all. The air was fresh, gently stirring fragrant breezes, the dew was fresh, softly sprayed upon the lawn, birds were singing, and all was if in a paradise only seen before in her dreams. She gasped once more when she felt a rush of butterfly flutters, a quickening from her womb, their unborn baby was awake and kicking. "Jesse? Oh my Lord! I can feel you baby, come on, do it again. Do it one more time for mama, pleas-..." Before she could finish her sentence, he did. She laughed out loud, tossing her head back with her face up towards heavens laughing in joy, happy beyond belief, filled from deep within by a man, she loved beyond words. With her hand to her bulging tummy she cooed softly, "I love you Jesse James, I love you so much! Oh honey, you hungry? That why you raising such a ruckus this morning? Let's go see what we can find in there to eat." She spoke turning to make her way back into the house, only to see her husband leaning against the side of their home, watching her.

Surprised, a big bashful smile burst upon her face. "How long have you been standing there, watching me, Mr. McPherson?"

He looked like he could use some more sleep, his hair was bed ruffled, he had a 24 hour growth of shadow showing, his eyes squinting, bare chest, no socks on, just his long house trousers that he slept in, with evidence that he was a bit aroused standing there watching her. Arms crossed over his chest, his eyes penetrated her very soul, making her breathless. He was not in a hurry to speak. Sylvia stood a moment in the morning sunshine, some shade, her heart pounding extra hard as she stared at him; waiting for him to say something. He only gazed at her, for so long she felt her eyes well up. There was about 15 feet between them, the morning carried a welcoming cool that was gentle to them. With birds singing as if, only for them, they stood in the bright California sun and shade amidst all the trees, bushes and plants surrounding their property basking in awareness of just how good life was.

"Shawn? Say something?" She pleaded softly.

He held his hand out to her, for her to come to him, to take it. Of course she did, without hesitation she rushed to him. Since he wasn't talking, she found herself enclosed within his arms, looking up into his beautiful, masculine face explaining, "Your son was moving just now. You missed it."

"No I didn't." His voice was deep and gravely from waking early, also moved by what he'd seen. "I'm trapped here, trying ... thinking of some new words, or some new way to say, how much, I'm in love with you. You are, so beautiful to me. So ... so ... very beautiful...." He leaned down towards her lips that she offered up willingly. His arms closed around her, pulling her closer against him, tighter so that he could feel all of her against his body. The infusion of wonder was instant between them while his incredible lips coaxed, teased and tasted hers, his hands rubbing up and down her back. Sylvia reached up, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him towards her as she rose as high as she could on her tip toes, to fit herself closer still to him, her mouth open to his, her tongue tasting, working within his lips to meet his tongue so they could touch, caress, entwine and twirl around the other, until their heads tilted, fitting their lips together firmly, sucking, breathing deeply and fully sampling, taking all there was at that moment. Shawn's hand went down her back to cup a firm cheek, grinding himself against her, he was without a doubt, just about, fully erect. "Come with me." He breathed into her mouth, forcing himself out of the tight clench to pull her along behind him. Both of them were breathing hard and on fire. Feeling his throbbing length hang heavy against his thigh, he knew he would have her that morning. Shawn led her into the fitness room, closing the door behind them and locking it, and further still into the sauna room. Within, he closed that door and pulled her back into his arms, resuming the kiss. His hands were all over her, ending up down the front of her, parting her robe, rolling the hem of her gown upwards to find what lay beneath. His hand encountered her rounding belly, and then lower to the tuft of warm curls and then, into the moist folds there.

"Oooh, Shawn ... aih ... oh yeah ... ooooh s-s-s-s yeah." Sylvia panted, she wanted him and let him know it by grinding against his hand as he kissed along her neck, pulling the top away from her shoulders with his teeth. She pulled the strings of his trousers and reached in, pulling the heavy, thick, heated phallus free, her hand filled with the silky soft skin covering a mighty hardness that pulsed. She massaged his length, up and down adoringly, now he was solid and hard as her hand went down to cup his heavy testicles.

"God Shawn, I still can't get over ... how big you are, how good you feel. I like playing with you ... playing with it." She confessed passionately.

"Play all you want ... oh baby, yeah do that. Play on, play on." He moaned, blowing from rounded lips, totally turned on by her, next instructing, "Get up here, right up here ... spread for me, let me get a lil'taste." He panted, so fully aroused Sylvia felt dizzy from his passion, inflaming her own, but she didn't want that, she wanted him inside of her.

"No no, not that ... I want you ... in me ... I want ... all of you ... in me, deep inside o'me."

"Aaah baby, you know I would if ... I can't baby ... nooo, not that deep, just a bit." He cautioned, his mouth kissing and tasting at hers. No matter how aroused, he would not take chances with his unborn child.

"I'll be okay Shawn, I will ... I really want you, all of you." She pleaded, sitting in position with her thighs spread, reaching for the protruding length of him, using it to pull him to her.

Shawn knew what she needed, but until she passed her fifth month, or later even, he was being careful. It was bad enough that they seemed to be making love all the time. Sylvia, for some reason, while pregnant, was needing him, wanting him to make love to her more and more; and that, he didn't mind one bit, only thing, his unborn son. Caution, no matter what. He moved into position, his hips gyrating to let his engorged head rub against her throbbing, seeking heat. She threw her head back shaking it, "Ooooh you feel ... you feel so good ... you make me feel so good, please Shawn, push it in me."

With grinding teeth, his heart pounding with his own need, he pressed forward, the large, dull head penetrating her swollen flesh, Sylvia cried out, whimpering from the torture of it. "Oh shit ... that feels so good ... more Shawn, more..."

Grinding slow, holding his length back at the base, while his other hand caressed and rubbed her nubbin with his moistened fingers, he slowly pumped more into her. Sylvia spread herself wider for him, delirious, on fire with what he made her feel. Hands braced on the bench, she lifted her rear just enough to move her crotch, her opening onto his thick length, pushing her nether lips onto him as if a mouth sucking in more.

Shawn clenched his teeth, the pleasure was incredible. "You are so fuckin' hot! You know that, s-s-s-s ohhh yeah."

Sylvia wanted to scream already, the combination of his words, his knowing touch, his throbbing penis, her pulsing, swollen heat tightly squeezing and sucking at him, made her feel on fire as she jerked and flinched, extra sensitive to his touching her clitoris. He was going to make her come and soon. She realized that he did it on purpose to keep from dragging it out so they wouldn't be at it for too long now. For once, Sylvia wanted it to go on and on, she was in the mood to screw this man for an hour if he'd let her.

"Shawn, no ... I don't wanna ... I don't wanna come yet."

He chuckled, "Look at you, you're on fire ... aren't you baby ... huh, you on fire ... burning for me aren't you?"

"Oooh yeah, yes ... " She groaned and surprising him, she lowered her rear back to the bench, and started removing her house coat, then reached for the hen of her gown and snatched it off over her head, perched as she was now, completely naked for him.