TOTAL ECLIPSE: The Evolution (Sin City Heat Series Book 7) (11 page)

Jerra turned her back to Darrell, effectively ending the conversation. She let her head drop back so that the water cascading from the showerhead flowed over her face like a refreshing waterfall. Angry tears mingled with the water as she wiped a hand over her eyes. She was so mad she trembled.

How dare he?
She was so tired of him and his double standards. As long as it was his past continuously rearing its ugly head in their relationship, she was supposed to understand and deal with it. But the moment he thought the shoe was on the other foot he flipped his wig?

Ugh! Men!

Jerra felt a momentary pang of guilt for using Lorenzo to make a point. He’d been nothing but kind to her in law school, had even provided a shoulder for her to cry on once when she’d needed it. Jerra remembered it very clearly. She’d been in a study group with several other students when one of the women there had shown them a picture of her adorable ten-year-old daughter. The little girl Jerra gave up for adoption would’ve been around that same age. Out of nowhere, she’d been assaulted with a myriad of emotions, the most prominent of which was guilt for giving her baby up.

Having noticed her distress but not knowing the reason for it, Lorenzo had asked her to step outside of the café with him for a moment. He hadn’t asked for details, bless him, but had stayed with her until she’d patched up her emotional wounds enough to go back to the table.

Jerra blew out a huge sigh. Yes, she wanted to lash out and hit Darrell where it hurt, but she couldn’t let him continue to believe something that wasn’t true. Not only would it impede a possible relationship with his brother, it wasn’t fair and it certainly wasn’t right.

Without having to look, she knew he was still in the bathroom; her body burned from the heat of his stare. Taking a deep breath, she turned her head to apologize and tell him they could talk once she finished showering, but the words got lodged in her throat. Darrell had pulled his shirt off and carelessly thrown it to the floor, and his fingers were now busy unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she managed to ask in a strangled voice.

Darrell’s answer was to kick off his boots and pull his pants down before stepping out of them as well. He stood up straight and tall in all of his naked, wondrous glory, and moved unhurriedly towards the shower.

Jerra momentarily forgot her outrage. Her eyes swept over him, shamelessly devouring every inch of his beautiful, masculine body. How was it possible for one man to be so utterly…
sexy
? There wasn’t an ounce of fat to be found anywhere on him; Darrell’s body was rock hard. Pure perfection. His arms and chest were thick with bulging muscles, and his flat abs the perfect backdrop to show off his defined six-pack.

Simply…magnificent.

Her eyes continued downward and settled on the thickness of his burgeoning manhood, erect and unmistakably ready. At rest, it was a thing of absolute beauty, the same as the rest of his body, its girth heavy and full. However, swollen and fully aroused it was a beast that had the power to dominate Jerra into absolute submission.

Hunger surged through her body like an electrical current. She couldn’t control it. Darrell was her weakness, her Achilles heel. She’d always considered herself a strong woman, but she freely admitted her husband’s dick game was her downfall…something he was unequivocally aware of. The only reason she’d been able to hold out last time they’d argued so horribly was simply because he’d allowed it. They both knew he could’ve easily torn down her defenses, but he’d given her what she’d asked for and waited until she was ready. But now, it seemed as if he wasn’t in the mood to be so generous. If that was the case, no Hail Mary in the world would save her from what was about to happen.

But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t go down without a fight. 

CHAPTER 11

“I thought I asked you to leave.” Jerra backed away as he stepped into the humongous shower stall.

“You did.”

“Then–”

“You were trying to provoke me and get a reaction. Well, congratulations because you got it.”

Darrell moved towards her, stalking her like a hungry lion and forcing Jerra to take retreating steps to avoid body contact. He didn’t stop until the wall of shower tiles halted her escape.

“Wanna tell me what you meant by that crack about Lorenzo?”

Jerra’s mind went completely blank. When all else failed, deniability was always a good option to fall back on. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Darrell held a steady gaze. He didn’t try to argue his point. He didn’t have to. They both heard the ring of untruthfulness that echoed around them like the slow, continuous toll of a bell.

The lawyer in Jerra urged her to present an impenetrable argument of defense, but the predatorial gleam in his eyes told her he not only expected that…he welcomed it.

She caved, quickly changing her mind and taking the coward’s way out. At this point, it was all about self-preservation. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” When he licked his lips nice and slow, she held a hand up as if he’d made a move to pounce on her, even though he was still in the same spot. “F-For the record, Lorenzo and I never had a relationship. We were just friends, okay?” she said in a rush. “Darrell seriously, the sooner you let me finish my shower, the sooner we can talk.”

Genuinely amused, Darrell looked down at his erection and laughed. His dick could smell her arousal. The wide tip twitched like a desperate junkie aware that it’s fix was only inches away. “
Now
you wanna talk?”

Jerra’s eyes followed his. Struggling to keep her voice firm, she cleared her throat. “We’re not having sex.”

There. Lifting her chin, she turned and bent down to grab the bath sponge she’d dropped on the floor. She quickly straightened, ignoring his deep groan when his eyes no doubt latched onto her ass.

Keeping her back to him, she started scrubbing her skin with the soapy sponge. “I know a lot has happened today, with you finding out about your brother, but that doesn’t make what happened between us any less upsetting to me.” Between the steam of the hot water, and the heat emanating from his body, Jerra was on fire, but she absolutely refused to turn around. “Screwing me right now is not going to change that.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “‘Screwing you’. Is that supposed to upset me? You can call it whatever you like, counselor. Screwing, fuckin’, makin’ love…whatever. But it is gonna happen.”

When she felt his hand on her waist, Jerra jumped like a cat whose paws had just touched a scorching hot roof. Turning to face him, she sent up a silent prayer, begging for some type of divine intervention. She wasn’t strong enough to resist him on her own.

Giving it a last ditch effort, she put as much authority as she could muster into her voice. “I don’t know how much clearer I can be. I’m not playing, Darrell.”

“And you think I am?” His fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a molten path of awareness burning in their wake. “Matter of fact, let me show you exactly how serious I am.”

Before she could form a reply, Darrell twisted her back around towards the wall and placed her hands flat on the French patterned travertine tile. Bending his legs a bit, he grabbed his erection and slid the bulbous head of his dick between the tight crevice of her ass cheeks.

Jerra bit down on her lip to stifle her answering moan. “I’m a-asking you to stop.”

When Darrell stilled, Jerra went limp with a sigh of relief she couldn’t keep in. A second longer, she would’ve been begging him to hurry. Her relief, however, was short lived when he inched up close, all but gluing the front of his body to the back of hers.

Darrell placed his free hand on the shower wall above hers. “Stop fighting me, Jerra. You want this just as much as I do.”

“Stop treating me like a bitch in heat who can’t control her urges.”

He brought his lips close to her ear, and whispered, “You’re
my
bitch in heat, though, ain’t you?”

Jerra inhaled a sharp intake of air. She tried to summon some type of anger or outrage at his arrogance, but she couldn’t. She was so turned on she couldn’t think straight.

His voice low and seductive, Darrell’s body was a tight mass of pure restraint. “I could be blind and still read the signals your body sends out to me, Jerra. And right now, it’s tellin’ me that you want me to take what’s mine. Don’t you?”

He slid his hand down the front of her body, caressing the dips and curves he encountered along the way, until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Splaying a hand over the front of her soft, curly mound, Darrell palmed her in a snug, possessive hold, telling her without words that it belonged to him and him alone. He slowly drove his middle finger between the folds of her swollen lips and found the thick, slippery evidence of her arousal…just as he knew he would.

Growling quietly he inched his finger into the moist portal of her sex. The breath he exhaled was ragged and choppy, his voice edgy with desire. “
You want this
. Admit it, Jerra. If I’m wrong, tell me. If you really want me to stop, I promise I’ll stop right now.”

Jerra whimpered. Her hands curled into fists on the shower wall. She was so wet. So aroused. So
hungry
for him. It made no sense whatsoever for him to have so much power over her body. Still, she tried desperately to reply, to tell him to stop, but unfortunately all of her concentration was focused on trying not to cum in his hand.

When several long seconds went by without her demanding that he leave, Darrell removed his finger from her tight center, his dick jerking reflexively when her inner muscles clutched him like a greedy lover reluctant to let him leave. He lowered his head, licking the droplets of water off her shoulder while gently squeezing her distended clit. Its plump fullness reminded him of a luscious grape that had ripened, and was now ready to be harvested into a delicious vintage wine. Jerra’s entire body shuddered. Darrell knew the slightest bit of pressure would make her burst over his fingers. His mouth watered in anticipation of her taste.

“Stop fighting me and let Daddy give you what you need,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “Come here.”

Wrapping his hand loosely around her throat, he guided her head back onto his shoulder. Turning her face towards him, his tongue glided over her teeth before plunging deep inside her mouth. The kiss was hot, wet, and erotic as hell.

Jerra’s eyes fluttered closed. She moaned as his mouth moved impatiently over hers, their lips overlapping so that her bottom one was captured between both of his. Jerra’s body grew lax, her heartbeat pounding crazily in her chest. Tilting her head back further, she surrendered to the kiss, welcoming it with a hunger that matched his. Breathing heavily, Darrell tore his lips away from hers and traveled around to her sensitive nape where he knew she was highly sensitive.

Jerra’s chin dropped to her chest. “Oh God, right there,” she breathed with a slight catch in her voice.

Pulse racing, she writhed like a sinewy snake, her ass grinding and swaying back into his groin. Quivering with excitement, she bit down on her bottom lip when Darrell kneeled behind her. He bent Jerra over and positioned her in a manner that gave him clear access to the opening of her pussy.

Jerra twisted around and looked over her shoulder. The sight of him on his knees made her positively
ache
for fulfillment. Desire coiled tight in the lower part of her stomach as she waited for the first touch of his tongue. She wanted it desperately. Darrell encouraged her to unleash a part of herself she hadn’t been aware existed until she met him. She craved the debaucherous element of sex he’d introduced her to. He never made her feel self-conscious or embarrassed about her wanton need for pleasure. He encouraged it, allowed her to feel safe enough to embrace it without reservation or shame, and that’s exactly what she did now.

Throwing her head back, her hips jerked when his tongue swiped over her clit. She trembled when it teased and swirled around the hypersensitive flesh with an expertise that left her weak and on the verge of exploding. Jerra groaned in protest when he abandoned her pearl and found the glistening target of her pussy. He rimmed her slippery opening tantalizingly slow before easing inside.

Darrell growled appreciatively when her flavor coated his taste buds. “Swear to God I never tasted pussy this sweet.”

He uttered the words in a rush before going back to feast on her clit. The lazy, rhythmic thrashes of his tongue quickly turned frenzied and urgent. It invaded her core, plunging into her satiny depths and devouring her hot flesh with open mouth kisses that left her gasping for a breath.

“Please,” Jerra managed to get out.
“P-Please.”

“Come on, Mama. Tell me what you want,” Darrell urged her in a salacious whisper. As much as he strived to satisfy Jerra, his focus was also on sating his overwhelming hunger for her. He got off on her talking dirty to him. “You know I like to hear it.”

“Your t-tongue. I love the way y-your tongue is fucking me,” Jerra swallowed convulsively, her nails digging into the soft skin of her palm. She opened her legs wider as she threw her pussy back at him. “I’m so close, baby. Make me cum. Please.”

She didn’t have long to wait. His lips massaged her tender clit, sucking on it as if it were a piece of sweet, sticky caramel he wanted to savor as long as he could.

“Ready to gimme my suga?” he asked seductively, letting her ride his rigid tongue before caressing her clitoris with rapid licks. Jerra’s loud, piercing screams echoed in the huge enclosure. Her hips circled helplessly in time with the spiraling twists of his tongue until she completely shattered.

Eyes closed and teeth clenched, Jerra slapped her palm against the wet surface of the wall twice before curling it back into a fist. The orgasm seized her in its powerful clutches and refused to release her until it was good and ready. Jerra melted in his mouth like the pink cotton candy she used to get from the fair when she was young. Dizzy from the pleasurable eruption, her pussy pulsated and convulsed. God. It felt so. Fucking.
Good!
Her knees threatened to buckle and give way from underneath her, but Darrell held her undulating hips tight, staying with her as she bucked and rode his tongue to completion.

His nostrils flared at her scent. He was greedy for every drop of her sweetness. “Good as fuck,” he mumbled against her pussy lips. “I got you, baby.”

Kissing her feminine lips one last time, he stood up in one fluid movement and pulled her back against him with a deep sigh. His shaft pulsated against her ass like a second heart beat. Darrell lowered his mouth and kissed a trail along the delicate curve of her neck.

“I can’t stand being away from you, Jerra,” he whispered harshly. “You mean…
everything
to me, baby. Don’t you understand that?”

Jerra’s lids drooped low. Her breathing jagged and uneven, she wiggled eagerly against his straining sex. “I want you.”

“Do you?” His voice was raspy with need. Darrell traced the curve of her lips with the tip of his finger before slowly dipping it in her mouth. “You sure it’s me you want?”

Jerra realized that he was referencing the jab she’d thrown at him about Lorenzo. “You know there’s never been anyone else.”

Darrell kissed her temple. Threading his fingers through her silky hair, he gathered the thick strands in his hand and wrapped them in a loose fist. Tugging gently, but firmly, he pulled her head back. The water momentarily pelted at her face before she could avert her head.

Jerra sputtered, opening her mouth in order to breathe. She reached up to try to dislodge his fingers from her hair with little success. “Darrell! Let go, dammit!”

He leaned forward so that he could look her directly in the eye. Jerra’s body vibrated uncontrollably when she heard the hint of anger in his voice.

“I don’t care what problems we might be having or what we might be going through, Jerra, don’t ever use another man as a way to get in my head like that.” His eyes burned with the warning, letting her know exactly how close she’d hit her mark.

Jerra swallowed nervously. She nodded in jerky movements, but when Darrell lifted his eyebrows, she gave him the answer he was waiting for. “Yes, alright?”

“Good.” He covered her mouth with his in a hard, punishing kiss intended to reiterate the message…which Jerra got loud and clear.

Abruptly breaking the kiss, Darrell turned her towards one of the stylish built-in handrails. “Grab on to that, baby,” he told her.

Heart pounding and breath quickening, Jerra did as he instructed. Once she had a secure hold on the rail, Darrell lifted her up by her pelvis. Jerra automatically brought her legs back and hooked them around his waist. Gripping her hips and balancing her so that he supported most of her weight, Darrell slid into place between her thighs, his aching shaft poised and ready to enter her sweet warmth. Bending his knees, he surged inside of her pussy with one smooth thrust. His guttural groans mingled with her screams as sounds of hard, satisfying sex bounced off the walls.