BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (54 page)

Shawn felt such a heat of possession and jealously going through him it was an effort to contain it. Jeremiah was talking with Mundo, and there was an unmistakable rapport between them that existed because they were both black. While Jeremiah was a professional, he could loosen up and get into talking the jive talk, making Mundo laugh and hang onto his every word. Shawn was holding his beer, up to three now, and peering right into Jeremiah's mouth and suddenly started thinking of Jesse, wishing he were there. Despite their porn past together, he was all heart and he knew what Jesse was about, he wished he were alive to be the black man Mundo stood hanging onto his every word. Shawn stood wondering if ever there would be a year, a month, a week that went by that he wasn't wishing Jesse were there to see this, hear about that and celebrate the good times now that he was starting to really feel them. With a heavy heart, and a queasy stomach, Shawn realized what was happening, he was going down. He could feel it coming over him, a depression that made him feel that weepy sensation for someone that no matter which way his life went, he would never be there, to share in the wonderful moments of it. Forcing himself back to the surface, back up from the darkness to the sun, to the present and his mind off of Jesse, he focused on what Jeremiah was saying to Mundo.

"I can tell right now, you're on the right track. Stick with what you're doing and remember to let no one stop you from succeeding, and many will try - but-..." Jeremiah was cut off from encouraging Mundo.

"Ah, he doesn't need you to tell him that, he knows that! I tell him that all the time!" Shawn interrupted.

His sudden aggressive interjection took them both by surprise, Jeremiah gave him a slight nod of acceptance but stated, "That may be so, but its not quite the same, coming from you, is it? I mean, let's face it - what would you know about being a black man? What can you give a young black male to make him possibly reach his optimum, I mean-..."

"Hey man, wait; hol'up, hol'up, hol'up - look - no offense, but ah, that's my dad you talkin' to man, okay? Let's just chill - let's just leave off the heavy stuff okay? I understand what you trying to do, what you sayin' but'ah - I got what I need in my life now; know what I'm saying? You can believe that, for real." Mundo cut-in as he looked from Jeremiah to Shawn, "Hey, chill dad, okay? It'll always be about you and I - right?"

Shawn smiled, nodded.

"I'm gone go and uh, check on Crystal, cool?" Mundo added.

"Yeah, good idea." Shawn nodded and winked.

Mundo turned back to Jeremiah, "Nice talking to you." and headed off in the direction Ben and his sister had gone, leaving the two men alone.

Shawn lifted his beer and took a swallow, lowering it, to see Jeremiah peering at him in awkward silence. Shawn spoke first, "How often do you think you and I are going to have to endure each other?"

"Why, you entertaining getting Deidre back?"

"Not in this lifetime."

"What's your problem then?"

"You - possibly being around my daughter. You - thinking you know so much more about what my son-..."

"Stepson." Jeremiah corrected him.

"What the fuck does that mean? Step - who the fuck came up with that bullshit word?"

"I don't think its bullshit, it simply means - one step away. Such as with him, you were one step away from really being his father, but another man, a black man, beat you there."

"Oh, because he was black and I'm not, that makes him a better father for him?"

"I don't know, but I think that's generally how it works."

"And you're supposed to be intelligent, educated, with degrees!" Shawn spat in disdain, "I can tell you now, he wasn't anything close to being a man! He did nothing more than donate sperm! As for Mundo, I'm his fucking father! Fuck that step - that step doesn't exist between him and I!"

Chuckling, Jeremiah shook his head and backed away to mix himself another drink, "I see, well let us focus on the one that is yours, Angela."

"What the fuck do you find so funny? Did I tell a joke? Or do you take me for a joke? And what about Angela?" Shawn asked realizing he should probably calm down, he looked at the beer in his hand and set it aside, deciding not to finish it.

Jeremiah thought for the sake of Deidre, he needed to keep things calm between himself and her ex. "Look, there's no need for this between us-..."

"You started it with that bullshit comment about me not knowing what it means to be a black man."

"Excuse me, but I think the reason for my comment and feelings are perfectly clear, you wouldn't have a clue."

"Jeremiah Franklin, don't fuck with me okay? Don't you dare presume to fucking know who I am or what I'm about."

"Listen here m'man, with women and your little girl in and out of here, curb that language okay? Your disrespecting Deidre and her home will be oop'so'd as of today; just because Deidre was once your wife, one you've run roughshod over, doesn't mean you'll come here and continue it and that I'll tolerate it, get my meaning? That type of language, I don't know, I find it counter productive - so we're not going to do that here, okay? You're going to show me this other side they keep telling me about."

Shawn stood with his mouth hanging open, wanting to tell him off again, but couldn't, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was right. In a half grumble Shawn defended himself where he could, saying, "I don't know what she's told you, but - I've never mistreated her. I didn't run roughshod over her."

"Why does she fear you then?"

"HA!" Shawn threw his head back in a grand gesture. "Fear me, don't be ridiculous. What she fears is my absolute decisiveness! Look, I'm not going to get into that, our marriage with you. You made your point, if and when I'm wrong, I'm man enough to admit it. You have my apology and from now on, nothing but respectful."

Jeremiah lifted a brown and nodded, "Ah, so there it is. Okay, my turn. I had no right telling you what you can offer that young man as a father. Nowadays, as sparse as they are, any man willing to step up to the plate, is a damn good man in my eyes. You must be doing something right, because he's certainly on your side."

"Know why? Love - no matter what color it comes in, works. Especially when its real and he knows it is. I don't see him as my black stepson - he's my son, period."

"Fair enough and while we're on that track, know this - as for Angela, you have nothing to worry about where I'm concerned. I would never hurt her."

"Not unless - you wish to die ... and painfully."

"Hey man, is that really necessary? I'm trying to work with you here, can we not be civil?" Jeremiah asked, trying to keep things at peace between them.

Shawn couldn't help but think of all that Crystal had gone through, being touched by her own flesh and blood father in a way that was inappropriate - he didn't know Jeremiah and wasn't about to play games about his daughter. "Sure, civil after we come to an understanding, because I can tell now, you're not a father. Especially one of daughters; or you'd understand that promise, and it is that, a promise. In your own words, where my daughter is concerned, what would you know about being a father to her? Hm?"

Jeremiah smiled, "Touché."

"Just know this, I have no control of Deidre, her life and who she chooses to share it with. But my daughter, if and when she comes here, she comes as a child, a little girl. Jeremiah Franklin, God above help the man that alters her perception from that in the tiniest way. I don't know you and I can tell you now - knowing what I know about men and their perversions - nothing I can think of, will send me off into a madness from where there is no return, like someone harming my daughter. Please, believe me - should you become a permanent fixture here and she ever comes to be in your midst, you had better do all you can to become the right sort of father-figure in her life. Because nothing - please believe me, nothing scares me more - nothing. You had better be who and what you say you are - because when it comes to my daughter, there is no limit, to what I will do - I mean that with every beat of my heart."

Jeremiah stood staring and knew in that moment, that next week, was going to be quite the challenge.

Next morning... Chicago

Gasping to catch her breath, breathing deep with her heart pounding madly, Vivian clung to Jake, holding on for dear life as his body rolled above her, rocking his pelvis forward with powerful thrusts, kissing her, touching her, riding her, plunging deep and direct. She held on praying once more that any moment now, his body would stiffen, his back would arch, his neck would be taut and corded from the built up pressure and need, his head would go back and then the incredible purge of ejaculation.

"AGGGH - Uhhh - yeah ... yea-a-ah."

Finally

He was braced, elbows above her shoulders, hands in her hair, as he lay on top of her breathing hard, waiting for the erratic pounding of his heart to cease, kissing her brow, luxuriating in the gentle caresses of her slender fingers on his back, and then down his side, he was suddenly sensitive and chuckled flinching to the side, "No no, I'm ticklish there."

Vivian smiled mischievously as if given new powers, "Ticklish you say?"

"Behave yourself - I don't have the energy, now - nooo..." He cried out as she attacked.

His laughter filled the room as he rolled off trying to get away, leaping from the bed. "Lil'girl, remember, you started it."

The next twenty minutes were filled with them romping, screaming, shouting and laughing - Vivian more so than Jake because once he began, he wouldn't leave her alone. Chasing her through the apartment, naked - making a racket early in the morning until Ms Earthaleen banged on the floor, yelling, "Hush up, down there!"

They both froze, and then burst into laughter falling on the bed spent of any more energy to play. Jake lay on his back, still gloriously naked, spread eagle on the bed taking up most of it with his large body, trapping Vivian, wearing his threadbare, sleeveless work shirt there beside his head against the headboard. He lay relaxed as she gently stroked and smoothed his silky blonde hairline, his brow, his cheek bones.

"Emmm, that's nice." He murmured as if sleepy.

"I need to get ready for work baby, and you need to get ready to go." She whispered gently, hating to disturb him.

He was quiet a moment, didn't respond right away and then, "Come home with me Vivian, it's enough now, come back with me." He was almost pleading with her.

"Ohhh, don't start this please ... it won't be long now."

He shot up from the bed pissed off and not saying another word, went into the bathroom slamming the door behind him and starting the shower.

Vivian wilted, she couldn't go back on her word, but she would have to make this up to him once she was there with him. Standing from the bed, she made her way to the bathroom, feeling the liquefied essence of his semen running down the insides of her thighs. She shed the shirt and stepped into the shower behind him. He was so tall, broad shouldered, wide strong back; one that showed various old scars and injuries, including the healed over scarring from the fight with his brother. He was standing under the spray of the shower head, rinsing his hair. Vivian touched the skin of his back gently, he paused and she could see the muscles in his back bunching with his struggle not to turn to her. Her dark hand caressed his skin lovingly, and then kissed his back, laying her face against it. He didn't move, feeling her there.

"Why don't you trust me to take care of you?" His deep voice came through the sound of the shower spray, loud and clear.

"Its not that Jake, its just that ... I cannot allow me to love you so much, that I abandon me."

He turned suddenly and grabbed her to him, "So much for loving me as no other. So much for you being the one for me, and no one else, so much for that!"

"You're wrong. Were I to give into you, giving you everything you want now and expect to have, how long would it be before you were bored with me, hm? I will never give you - my all ... once you have it all - what more is there for you to gain? Hm?"

"You cursed black-..."

Vivian smiled, "What?" She could feel him stirring again for her. She leaned into him, lifted up on her tip toes and caught his lower lip in her teeth and bit it hard.

"Ow! That hurt." He blasted her, yet, he was semi-erect, staring down into her hypnotic eyes, once more wondering what he'd gotten himself into, what his mother had gotten him into with this dark goddess before him. She leaned up and kissed that same lip, sucking it gently into her mouth. Reaching up, she pulled his head down to her and kissed him with her open mouth, her tongue brushing his teeth. His grip tightened on her arms bringing her closer to take over the kiss, he turned her pressing her back against the shower wall, kissing her hard, and then felt her hand on his growing length, caressing him, stirring him up more. He slowly broke the kiss, looking into her pretty face, her eyes, "What are you doing? You know you can't handle me again so soon, you barely endured me this mornin'."

Vivian smiled at him, still caressing his length, "I know, but - it doesn't stop me from loving you, wanting to touch you, feel you."

"Ah, so you'll give me your body, a bit of your heart, but not your soul - that it?"

She smiled, pushing him away and behind her so she could get beneath the spray of the shower, choosing not to answer him anymore at that point. He stood there, gazing down her back, so lean, toned, sculpted, the center deep valley of it leading down to what he figured must be the most perfect ass ever on a woman. A full and perfect upside down heart shaped buttocks with heavy cheeks, pert, firm, smooth and dark. He bent and kissed her back and then lower still, unable to resist, kissed one firm cheek.

Vivian had frozen in her wash to gaze back over her shoulder at him as he stood once more behind her, gazing at her, he smiled, "Your way for now, for now that is. Keep your soul, that part of your heart, but don't forget who that sweet black ass belongs to...." He tapped the tip of her nose, "... you get me?"