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“You know I’m a sex therapist, right?” S
aint cackled as he continued on, with no end in sight. “I can help you with that. You want to date a Queen. I know you perked right up when Lawrence told you about that. This was too good to miss out on, but you were mistaken,” Saint said between gritted teeth. “You came here to see if I was real, to sink your teeth into the mole and to bang some black chicks, screw some Queens, bust some jungle pussy wide the fuck open, right? Hey! Don’t look at me like that  ...  that was your thought, not mine!” Indignant, Saint pointed his finger at Jagger. “This ain’t no mothafuckin’ orgy! The Rainbeau Knights are exclusive to their chosen mate. Our belief system is strong and intact! You find you a Queen, you get to know her, you date her, you marry her, end of fuckin’ story! None of this runnin’ around fuckin’ all the black ass you can find.”

“I didn’t think…”

“You DID think it! Like I have some mothafuckin’ big ass closet, and when I open the goddamn door, buck-naked freaks from tha mothaland just come spillin’ the fuck out, ready to be fucked all morning and night by a mothafuckin’ Rainbeau! I swear some of you white mothafuckas have lost your goddamn minds.”

“Actually Saint, he’s half Navaho and—”

“Quiet Lawrence!” Saint turned back to Jagger, his eyes glowing. “I cannot tell you how many emails I used to get, asking about this sort of shit, like it’s a free for all, like there is a petting zoo full of black pussy that I keep on lock!”

Reduced to silence, Jagger
looked away.

“It doesn’t work like that, man
… and because of those deviant thoughts and ideas, you will in fact go through the
real
training.”

“But, I really…”

“Nuh, uh, not tryna hear it, man.” Saint put his hand up. “This is no longer a sham. You
need
this, Jagger. I can’t have you sitting here for months on end, introducing you to people close to me, and you don’t understand what we are doing—what our purpose is. If you can understand why I’m knee deep in this, and my heart is so wrapped up in this cause, you’ll care more about why I need this mole found and the mission in general to succeed. I can’t have you basing your impressions of my work and of black women off of what you’ve seen on television and in those fucking movies.”

Jagger
’s face reddened again.

“There’s good porn and bad porn
.” Saint laughed. “I can give you some better flicks, but anyway, that is beside the point now. I will have your training arranged as soon as I leave from here. Now, all jokes aside.” Saint picked up the pencil he’d thrown earlier and twirled it between his fingers as he relaxed in his seat. “I know though that you do have sincerity as far as finding a wife. You’ve been divorced for quite some time now. I’m sorry about what happened with your first marriage. You’re hard to live with, but you didn’t deserve that.”

Jagger
looked at Saint; the man’s face saddened and he didn’t say a word.

S
aint didn’t need to comment; he saw the reality clear as day. He saw the awful effects of a marriage gone bad as soon as he looked into his Jagger’s pain-stricken eyes for the first time.

His ex-wife had an affair with his best friend and became pregnant. He’d raised the child as h
is own, until she told him he wasn’t the father of their then four-year-old son. He was working so hard and barely ever home. He had no idea she’d stepped out on the marriage…

“It’s hard being in love with someone
who doesn’t love you back.” Saint briefly reflected on his own strained marriage after the sexual assault. He was convinced she’d fallen out of love with him, and he felt as if he were going to die once the realization hit him. No other pain had compared to it. It was the worse heartbreak one could endure. He pitied the man.

“
Jagger, I know you’ve been through a lot of shit. Lawrence told me nothing of your personal life, besides your divorce, and about that, he didn’t get into specifics. Life has not been fair to you; it hasn’t been fair to me, either, as we discussed earlier, but we adapt so we can survive. I can give you a ten point bulletin to sum up who you are and what you think.”

S
aint pushed out a finger for each point as he counted.

      “You’re a die-hard Italian and Navajo man
, but you rep that red, green and white just as proudly as your Native American heritage. Your childhood was super fucked up—no need for us to get into the details, you already lived through the shit, but just know that I know.”

S
aint had seen the move from place to place, his parents’ unstable marriage, his father’s alcoholism and the horrible domestic violence—each one beating the other during loud, nasty arguments that Jagger and his brother were subjected to watch front row, center.

“
You are a conservative Republican. I won’t hold that against you.” Saint laughed, causing the mood to lighten a bit once he saw Jagger grin. “You are incredibly capable, psychically as well as an investigator, damn good actually. You are able to dissemble people quickly, and place them back together again. I need that type of skill here on my team.”

He let the last words linger; his implication was clear. He didn’t have to love Jagger, but he needed this man. His talents were immense.

“You can be thrown into a room with five thousand hornets and locate the one that has the strange, bent stinger in a few minutes. You also get immense pleasure out of causing people emotional pain—typically a psychopathic trait, but in your case, that’s not so. You do this to people that you feel are amoral and are out to hurt others.”

S
aint could relate, though he was still slightly ashamed of the new revelation...

“
There is a part of you that longs for a fairy-tale life—the wife, kids, all that shit. You tried it once, it didn’t work out, and now you’re a wee bit jaded.” Saint smiled sympathetically. “You’re secretive, too secretive, because you’ve seen the underbelly of the human psyche, and it causes you to put up walls. You trust … no one. You’ve got some sexual hang-ups that I’d like to discuss with you later, and…”

Jagger
interrupted by clearing his throat loudly. It was a primal warning. That was the last thing he wanted Saint discussing in front of Lawrence, but Saint didn’t care. If they were going to be a team, and work closely together, he didn’t want there to be any secrets, no matter how humiliating.

“And, you’re at a point in your life where you are ready to make a change, a leap of good faith.”

Everyone was quiet while the information was absorbed and the somber mood acknowledged as it lay before them in full, sooty glory.

“Well, enough of that
. Gentlemen, let’s devise a game plan and get to work.” Saint slapped the table with both hands and leaned back.

Lawrence
nodded, patted Jagger’s back and removed his laptop from the case. Jagger glared at Saint, burning a hole. This time, it wasn’t a twisted, deformed look of disdain, but a look of complete, unadulterated respect.

S
aint caught his eye and moved his arm across the table, causing Jagger to rise from his chair and lean toward him, accepting the truce. The two men exchanged a firm handshake. The toe-to-toe battle and tit for tat arguing was over. Saint had established he was the most dominant, no more questions asked. Jagger accepted his wolf pack position and bowed down. They were two alphas, but only one could be top dog and Jagger needed to be reminded who was in charge. He never took orders from anyone well; he was a man accustomed to being in charge, but he understood where he stood now. Saint could see it, read it, and the scent in the air had become less heavy. It was now time to get down to business…

Xenia held the ovulation test up to the bathroom light and squinted. She heard Saint moving around under the cream colored satin sheets. His impatience was more than obvious as he repeatedly cleared his throat. The romantic tunes of Jill Scott singing, “Honey Molasses”, played lightly in the background, while small, jasmine scented candles set the mood perfectly, giving their boudoir a soft, romantic glow.

“Baby, it’s two in the morning. Are you coming in here or do I need to pay you a visit up against the bathroom wall?”

“Hold on a sec, Saint. I tested at nine tonight, and it said I wasn’t ovulating and now the results are the same.”

“Yeah, but we know today is the day. You’re like clockwork.”

Xenia rolled her eyes. “And look at you—only a few hours after midnight and you are at me. You just want some sex.”

S
he shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other; her ebony form-fitting baby-doll gown clung to her curves almost closer than the fresh perspiration around her hairline as she studied the instructions again. It had been a while; she wanted to make sure she had taken the test right. She jumped suddenly at Saint’s deep voice in her ear.

“What are doing,
Xenia?” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her earlobe.

She closed her eyes and put the test on the sink.
“There is no smiley face. I’m worried. From the books you gave me, if we want to try and have a girl, we need to wait until we see the smiley face and…”

S
aint wrapped his hands around her face, drew her toward him and kissed her. She could feel the longing in his embrace. His musky skin sent her into a tailspin of lustful mental concoctions as her love throbbed in anticipation of his entry.

“Baby, trust me on this. You’re ready. I
always
know. Forget that test. My radar is much better.”

He flicked off the light, took her hand and led her back into their bedroom
.

****

Saint released her hand and walked around to his side of the bed. He slid back under the sheets, his naked, golden body glowing against the dim backdrop of the darkened room. Xenia joined him, nestling close. He pulled her tightly into his arms, kissed her lightly on her cheek, lips, chin and neck.

Famished, he fought his arduous urge to curl her into his possessive grasp, pin her down and enter her swiftly and fully. He knew that would defeat the entire purpose, all the sacrifice. Instead, he bided his time as he
rubbed his hands up and down her warm arms and wrapped his big arms around her body. They lay side by side, looking into each other’s eyes. The boys were sound asleep, and now, they were finally together…

“So,” S
aint said deeply as he smiled at her, “are you ready to do this?”

Xenia
beamed and nodded. The slightly damp dark spirals of her hair contrasted beautifully with the cream colored satin pillow. Swallowing a lump of emotion, Saint caressed her shoulder. She raised a hand to touch the side of his face and he took the opportunity to kiss her fingers, the top of her hand and her wrist as he held it daintily.

S
aint pressed his naked body firmly into her; he could feel her heart rate accelerating. On a moan, he trailed his fingers downward, caressing her naval. He reached behind to gently squeeze her ass, eliciting a school-girl smile from his bride. Then he journeyed to her hips, upper thighs and the small of her back, his gaze locked with hers and falling in love with her more and more as each second passed. He knew that this would be a life-changing event. They’d settled comfortably with two children—their careers and plans in perfect harmony. But sometimes plans were meant to be changed.

Again, he kissed her fingertips
then shifted her on her back. Xenia sighed loudly when he looked at her knowingly and traveled far below. She lazily opened her thighs, ready for him. Saint gripped each leg, pressed his broad shoulders between her knees and kissed on his way up from there. He continued to scale the ladder, back and forth, sweetly teasing. When he neared her creamy center, he couldn’t suppress a groan. He felt her slightly tense as he ran his bottom lip softly across the moist garden enveloped between the valley of her supple thighs. Like a flower, he delicately opened her up with both hands, glancing up at her occasionally as he glided his tongue up and down her engorged zone. Xenia moaned loudly, cooed and twisted in the sheets.

Goddamn,
can’t wait to see her belly swell with my seed in a few months.

I’m so fuckin’ turned on by this
. Going to absolutely love getting her pregnant again … so fucking sexy to me.

The emotions became so overwhelming
; he started to speak between tantalizing licks and sweet suckling.

“Mmmm
, baby.” He licked harder, held her snugger as she tightened her grip on her pillow. “I need to tell you … that my heart beats your name, our sons, and our unborn child…” He felt Xenia shiver as his mouth and words made love to her body. He worked his tongue diligently over, along and inside of her saturated pussy. “Last night, when I was in the guest house, I still couldn’t stop thinking about you, baby…”

His mention of the guest house made
Xenia chuckle. He smiled in turn, feeling her vibrate in his grip. He’d sealed himself away from her, as if he were a caged animal, no longer trusting himself to not keep pushing the issue. He even insisted she lock herself inside of their bedroom as extra insurance.