~~~Toni Morrison
Journey
A week later I was in a desperate state. Jo was torturing me! I wanted sex! And the man pretended as if he couldn’t even tell. He continued to sleep in my room, in my bed, holding me close to him, giving me just a gentle peck on the neck and nothing more. He was always touching me just outside of the places I needed him to touch most.
He’d palm just underneath my breasts or rub his hand on my thigh just outside of my hot center.
Oh! Oh! And this one takes the cake; he’d placed his hand at the base of my back, just above my butt. He was going to force me to jump on him and just take what I wanted!
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest…like I said, it’s been a rough week. Let me tell you guys that I have been fighting fire with fire. That fake cast was driving him mad. He was scratching at it and kept banging it against stuff. The other day he went into a full cursing fit about how stupid the thing was. He cursed that cast out like it was a grown man that had robbed him or something.
I know he wanted to take it off for a minute, but I never gave him a chance. He knew what he was doing to me, those little kisses on my neck and never on my lips, and those little gentle brushes of his hand.
And yes, I knew what I was doing as well. He’d try to go into his office, claiming he had work to do, I would wait a minute and then just barge in. Several times I caught him in the act of taking the cast off.
“Jo, your leg needs to heal; you had a big operation on it, one that caused you to see the light. You can’t pull at the cast like that. You don’t want to end up flatlining again, do you? Here, let me help you get it back situated.”
“Thanks baby, you’re so good to me.” He’d mutter dryly.
I would have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I could tell he wanted to pick me up and physically throw me out his office.
I had gotten to a point where I was tired of playing games with him. I was ready for us to come clean about everything. Him and his fake injury. And me that I forgave him and was ready to have a good round of makeup sex.
The perfect opportunity presented itself that Tuesday when he informed me a few of his brothers-in-arms were going to come over to work out with him. He said it was something they did at least twice a month.
“That’s perfect, I need to go and speak with my professor about some new data I’d gathered. Once she and I get going we can go for a minute, so I probably won’t be back to just before dinner.”
I could tell he didn’t want me to go; of late, he’s barely let me out of his sight.
“Okay, as long as you take Albert with you. If you want, you can leave Ayana here, I’m not going anywhere.”
I nodded, my mind already putting together my plan. “That will work. Have fun with your friends.” I told him.
“Brothers, baby…these are my brothers.”
I chuckled shaking my head. “Sooorrrryy…have fun with your brothers.”
Before I left the house, he surprised me by pulling me close and taking my lips in a kiss my body had been feening for over the last week. Standing on my toes I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned as I tried to deepen the kiss.
But Mr. Tease only pulled back, making my moan turn into a growl. That’s okay, I let him go. But tonight, he was mine, just watch!
After we left the cottage, I told Albert to run me back to the penthouse because I’d forgotten my notes. I didn’t fill him in on my plan because Albert was only loyal to me to a certain extent. His complete loyalty belonged to Jo, make no mistake about it. Had I told him what was going on in my head, I wouldn’t put it past him to send a warning text.
When we got back to the penthouse Albert used his key to open the door. I could hear the men in Jo’s home gym. Albert went to the kitchen because I told him there was some blueberry muffins left over from what I made this morning, I continued down the hall.
Without making myself known I looked in at the men. They were all dressed in cargo pants and wife beaters. Some of them wore gym shoes while others wore military boots, including Jo. They all had on their dog tags and sported the same tattoo in the same spot, which meant like Jo, they were all Navy SEALs.
And what do you know. The cast was nowhere to be seen. For a moment I allowed myself to study him as he lifted weights and joked with his brothers. This is the real him. Jo is a warrior. He wore this more comfortably then any suit. When he was finished his set, he bent down and scooped up Ayana, who had been sitting in her little chair waiting on him. A big man with red hair and freckles walked up to her and tickled her.
“What’s going on, scrubs?” Albert called walking around me with a muffin and a cup of coffee in his hands.
When Jo looked up and saw me, the con-artist didn’t even miss a beat. He grinned holding up his free hand.
“Look, baby, it’s a miracle!”
I folded my arms across my chest as I stepped in the room. Albert held his head back and barked
