Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES) (19 page)
Chapter 23
“Jerra, I still don't understand why you would say those things to Darrell.”
They had been going round and round for the last twenty minutes. Aleesha was definitely less understanding now than she’d been before she talked to Marcus.
“Leesh, you know how I am. Yes, I can be pretty blunt sometimes, but I didn’t mean for the words to come out the way they did. I was only trying to help him. He blew the entire situation out of proportion.”
The expression on Aleesha’s face morphed from admonishment to incredulity. “Did he ask for your help, Jerra? What makes you think he’s not happy as he is? He’s a grown ass man. He doesn’t need you to give him any advice regarding what he should and shouldn’t do with his life.”
“Well, it’s a moot point now anyway, right? Have you forgotten this was just another farce for him and his friends to laugh over when he gets back home?”
“Jerra, he only told you those things to hurt you the way you’d hurt him. You should have enough of making assumptions about people; first Marcus and now Darrell. To be honest, I’m surprised you let his remarks get to you. Are you sure there’s not more to this - thing - between the two of you?”
“Aleesha, can we please drop it? I was wrong. I admit it, alright?”
Aleesha raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “I’m not the one you should be saying those words to.”
Before Jerra could respond, the doorbell rang. She walked towards the door with puzzlement showing on her face. “Who is it?” she called out.
“It’s Marcus.”
Jerra stood on tiptoe and squinted to look out the peephole. When she saw Marcus wasn’t alone, she gasped and frantically turned to Aleesha. “Oh my God, Darrell’s with him! What are they doing here?! Did you know they were coming over?”
“Nooo...I didn’t, but damn, calm down and let them in! You have something to say to Darrell anyway - don’t you?” Jerra’s face remained purposely blank. Aleesha rolled her eyes and prodded. “’I’m sorry…??’ Remember?”
This time, a knock sounded at the door. Aleesha let out an exasperated sigh before moving Jerra out of the way to open it. When Marcus and Darrell stepped in, Aleesha threw her arms around Marcus. “Hi baby.”
“Hi. Everything okay?"
Aleesha blinked, taken aback by his lukewarm greeting. “Uh yeah, I think so or at least it will be,” she said glancing back at Jerra. She turned to Darrell. “Hi Darrell, how are you?”
“I’m good Aleesha, nice to see you again.” A brief silence ensued as they all faced Jerra with expectant expressions.
“What are you doing here?” Jerra’s nervousness made the question sound abrupt and rude.
Anger crossed Darrell’s face. He shook his head then turned to leave. “Man, I don’t have time for this shit.”
“Wait!” Jerra caught up with him before he reached the door. “Can you…will you stay for a minute? Please?”
Aleesha’s head slowly moved from side to side as she eyed her friend. “It’s obvious you guys have things you need to talk about, so we'll leave you alone and give you some privacy.”
Ignoring the terrified plea Jerra sent her, Aleesha picked up her purse and grabbed Marcus’ hand. Silent communication which needed no words passed between Marcus and Darrell. Darrell had once again rescheduled his flight for later on tonight, so it was his call. He nodded once to let Marcus know he was good. Marcus tossed him the keys to the rental car and followed Aleesha out the door.
After the elevator doors closed behind them, Marcus reached over and pushed the button to bring the cab to a stop. He folded his arms and leaned back against the wall.
Aleesha frowned questioningly. “What’s wrong?”
Marcus was quiet for a moment as he searched her eyes. “I don’t appreciate how you came at me when you first called about this Darrell/Jerra mess. Baby, this wasn’t our fight, but you were on your way to making it one.”
“Marcus, Jerra’s my best friend. If she needs me or has a problem, I’m going to be there for her the same as she’s been there for me.”
“I understand that, but I had nothing to do with what happened between them yet you called throwing accusations around and coming down on me about it. You didn’t even have all of the facts….” Aleesha’s gaze flickered, but she remained silent. “Aleesha, I think it’s best to let whatever happens between Darrell and Jerra stay between Darrell and Jerra. They’re both two intelligent adults and they don’t need us running interference for them. I don’t want to have to worry about their crap coming between what you and I are trying to build. Okay?”
Aleesha felt two inches tall. She walked over to Marcus and slipped her arms around his waist. “You’re right, and I’m sorry,” she answered meekly.
Marcus pulled her closer and gave her a soft kiss which turned into a deeper one. Aleesha’s hand moved down to cover the erection outlined along the front of his pants. “Let’s go home so that I can show you how sorry I really am.”
Pushing her back against the elevator wall, Marcus growled, “Who says we have to wait until we get home?”
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Jerra avoided the gray blaze of Darrell’s eyes while nervously flitting around her living room. She fluffed pillows that didn’t need to be fluffed and straightened figurines that didn’t need to be straightened. After she’d folded the blanket thrown over the arm of the sofa and re-fluffed the pillows some more, she finally looked at Darrell.
“Would you like something to drink?” Darrell stared at her without answering. Slowly exhaling, Jerra threw her hands up. “Okay. I’m sorry. Alright?” Darrell didn’t even blink. Clearing her throat, Jerra continued. “I shouldn’t have said those things to you. Honestly, I’m not really the way my words made me sound.”
Jerra did a double take when she saw him raise an eyebrow in a gesture of doubt and disbelief. She fought the defensiveness she felt slipping in. “I just…look, I know I was being a bitch, and all I can say is I’m sorry. I think it’s more habit than anything else and any bad habit can be broken, right? It’ll never happen again.” Jerra walked over to him and put her hands on his chest as she looked at him in a beseeching manner. “Do you forgive me?”
She held her breath when Darrell’s expression remained blank and unyielding. After several agonizing moments, Jerra saw him sigh heavily and squint his eyes if deep in thought. “Jerra, I don’t need you or anyone else to 'fix my life', or make me into somebody you think I should be. I like my life the way it is. If you can’t deal with that, or if its ‘embarrassing’ to you, well…we need to part ways right now.”
“I understand. Just promise me, if you catch me getting on my ‘judgmental high horse’ again, call me on it. I truly don’t even realize I’m doing it.”
“Oh you can believe I’ll call you on it,” Darrell answered. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so that he could stare directly in her eyes. “Let’s get another thing straight. I’ve never let a woman walk all over me, and I’m not about to start now. I don’t know what kind of men you’re used to dealing with, but I can tell you this: they ain’t like me. In the courtroom, you run shit, that’s your territory. In this relationship, I call the shots. That’s just the way this is gonna be. Do we understand each other?”
Jerra could feel her pussy clench and throb in response to the dominance in his voice. She wasn’t ashamed to admit to herself that this man did it for her effortlessly. “Does that include the bedroom as well?” she asked.
“I think we can find some type of middle ground there.” Jerra felt a tremble run through her from head to toe when she heard his husky tone. “Are you okay with what I just said?”
“Yes, baby. I’m fine with it.” Jerra didn’t have a problem with letting him think he ran things. She was a very intelligent woman. She knew how to handle Darrell to get what she wanted.
She stood on tiptoe and kissed his bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. He groaned as her teeth lightly nibbled and pulled at it before her tongue slipped out to meet and tease his.
Darrell’s hands slid down to cup and squeeze Jerra's ass when her lips traveled down to his throat. He tilted his head to the side when she kissed and bit his neck. Damn he loved when she did that shit, and she knew it.
Jerra’s hand went to the bottom of his t-shirt and tore it over his head. She eagerly rubbed her hands over the bulging muscles of his chest, arms, and shoulders. She loved the way his pecs jumped underneath her touch. Darrell threaded his fingers through the silky strands of her hair and urged her towards him. He needed to feel her lips on his body, and Jerra immediately obliged his unspoken request. She knew his nipples were just as sensitive as hers, so she took special care to firmly suck them and swipe her tongue over the hard nubs.
“Yes, baby….” Darrell inhaled a shaky breath before making quick work of pulling her shorts down. An animalistic growl escaped from deep within his chest the moment his hands came in contact with bare skin.
Fuck! She didn’t have any panties on!
His dick jumped when he slipped his fingers between her legs and discovered how slippery and ready she was for him. Jerra purred at the delicious sensation bursting through her body as he pushed his middle finger inside of her and moved in and out of her tightness. His other hand caught her by the nape of her neck as he aggressively thrust his tongue in her mouth. Darrell was like a man dying of thirst in the hot, dry desert and she was his life-saving cup of water. He craved her; ached for her.
Plaintive whimpers sounded from Jerra’s throat as he continued to ravage her mouth similar to a pirate plundering for buried treasure. Darrell added another finger inside of her quivering vagina and used his thumb to circle her clit. Her hips bucked and her pussy convulsed around his fingers as she fucked herself to an orgasm. Darrell firmly bit and sucked the skin along her neck the way she liked him to do whenever she climaxed to intensify her satisfaction. Her cream thickly coated his busy fingers.
After long, agonizing seconds, the pleasure ripping through her slowly ebbed. Jerra inhaled deep gulps of air as their lips fused together while she unzipped his pants with trembling fingers. Darrell reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet to get a condom. He laughed softly when Jerra cursed. She was trying to push his jeans and boxer briefs over his erection, but her clumsiness was making it harder than it actually was.
“Careful, baby. We don’t want to break anything.”
Darrell kicked his shoes off followed by the rest of his clothes then captured Jerra’s mouth in another series of wet kisses as he wordlessly walked her backwards. When her ass bumped into the chair, he roughly turned her around and bent her over the arm. Jerra gasped as she tried to steady herself while Darrell sheathed his dick in the condom.
“Hurry,” she urged. After he'd stormed out this morning she thought she’d never have the pleasure of this again, and she wanted it now.
“I’m coming, baby. Trust me as your man to know what you want and how you want it,” he whispered to her as he ran his fingers lightly down her spine, causing her to shiver from his touch.
Unable to resist, Darrell leaned down to kiss the spot where her ass cheeks met. Moving down, he bit the round globes enough to let her feel the sting then opened her thighs to eat her pussy from the back. With legs spread wide, Jerra dug her fingers into the soft cushion of the chair. Darrell moaned in satisfaction when Jerra screamed out his name. He loved to make her lose it. She’d told him no one had ever made her lose control the way he did.
"You're my fuckin' freak, aren't you?" He mumbled against her moist pussy lips.
"Y-yes...!" Jerra stuttered as she moved back on his mouth.
"Say it..."
"Baby...baby please..."
"Say it, Jerra. Tell me you're my fuckin' freak!"
"I...I'm your freak, Darrell. Oh shit! I'm your fucking freak!"
"Mmmm....that’s right."
Darrell spread her ass cheeks and licked her from her tight, puckered hole to her quivering pussy. His tongue spanked against Jerra’s clit and she came again. Darrell lapped up her sweet, thick juice as fast as it poured out. When thin trickles ran down her inner thighs, he ducked his head to greedily swipe that up too.
“You taste so good, baby girl….”
“Got...dammit! I need you to fuck me! Please, now….” Jerra knew she was begging, but she didn’t care. She had no pride whatsoever when it came to this man.
Just as anxious to feel his dick in her warm, loving cocoon, Darrell quickly stood up. Licking her flavor from his lips, he bent his knees a little then abruptly pushed his length inside of her welcoming tunnel until he was buried to the hilt. Jerra screamed from the shock of having his thickness filling her up so completely, but damn if she didn't feel another orgasm hovering within. His dick beckoned the approaching explosion like a beacon directing a ship safely home.
Darrell placed his hands on each of her shoulders and held her steady as he slowly moved around her tight, trembling walls. Jerra clawed at the chair. She had risen to the tips of her toes as he impaled her from behind onto his magnificent length.
“Take this dick, baby. Every…fucking…inch….” Darrell’s teeth were clenched in determination as he punctuated each word with deep thrusts. With one hand holding her shoulder and the other tangled in her hair, he attacked her pussy without mercy. Her PC muscles gripped and released his dick, causing him to clamp his teeth on his bottom lip. Darrell threw his head back and moaned her name.
“Jerra…..damn! This pussy gets tighter and wetter every time I’m up in it. Whose is it, baby? Is it mine?” he whispered as he pounded into her faster and faster.
“Yes, D! God, yesss...!!”
Smacking her on the ass, he told her, “I wanna hear you say it….”
“Baby…Fuck….!!” She didn’t think it possible for him to occupy every inch of her kitty, but he did. Her pussy snapped onto his dick as if it never wanted to let him go. “This is yours, baby….Oh God!!”
“…and nobody else’s? You know nobody can fuck you like I can, don’t you?”
“I know baby, I know...!! ” He popped her ass a little harder than before, but this time he didn’t have to say anything. She knew what he wanted to hear. “Nobody can fuck me like you, baby…! No one ever has!!”
“Mmm… yeah. And you know what Jerra?” Darrell whispered as he lifted her right leg on top of the chair to allow himself total accessibility to the very depths of her being. “I’ve never had pussy this good before…..”
Darrell knew he was speaking the truth. He’d never been up in pussy as sweet as hers. Feeling himself on the verge of cumming, he began to fuck her even faster. When he hit a certain spot that made her squeal and moan, he stayed on it.
“Aw yeah. Right there baby? Is that it? Right…there.” He continuously circled his hips, tapping her pleasure den until she yelled loud and without restraint as another orgasm claimed her. This time, Darrell joined her and came just as strong.
After the spasms subsided, he leaned weakly on her back, trying to catch his breath before he was able to push himself up. He slipped out of her and helped her stand up. Jerra could only turn around and fall on his chest as he held her securely against him.
Damn that was good. She meant to say it out loud, but didn’t have the strength.
After a while Darrell looked down at the condom. “I’ll be back in a minute. Let me take care of this. Better yet, why don’t you come with me so we can work on that shower fantasy of yours we didn’t get around to doing this morning.”
He gave her a sexy grin as he pulled her with him towards the bathroom. Jerra laughed, but before she could respond, they heard the doorbell ring. Jerra wanted to scream.
“Baby, go on, I’ll be right there. I’ll get rid of whoever that is,” she told him as she quickly pulled on her shorts and tank top.
Darrell swooped down for a hard kiss. “Hurry up….” He growled before lightly popping her on the butt and leaving out the room.
Jerra absently watched Darrell’s ass until he rounded the corner. She was as anxious as he was for that shower. Sighing impatiently, she opened the door, but when she saw the man standing there, she wished like hell she hadn’t. Her lips moved several times before she was able to speak, and when she did, her voice sounded absolutely terrified.
“Wha…what are you doing here?”
The unkempt looking man in her doorway gave her a sinister grin as his eyes swept over her body from head to toe. She’d hoped to never see his sorry, pathetic soul again for as long as she lived. Her skin crawled at the salacious expression on his face. Shivering, she noticed his high yellow complexion had a sallow tinge to it, and the bags under each eye were puffy and dark. Although he wasn’t even fifty yet, anyone looking at him would swear he was at least ten years older. Alcohol abuse did that to a person, and Earl Johnson had been an alcoholic for as long as Jerra could remember.
How had he found her?! A voice screamed inside her head. She had been so careful.
“Now, Jerralyne. Is that any way to greet me? I know it’s been a long time, but am I gonna have to beat some manners into you - again?”
And with those words, Jerra was carried back to the small, one traffic light town in Mississippi where she had barely escaped with her life….
Chapter 24
Growing up, she’d been Jerralynne Wiggins, daughter of the town tramp. She’d never known who her father was, and wasn’t even sure her mother knew.
Saralynne had married a younger man sixteen older than Jerra. The marriage only served to feed more gossip for the town to pass around. Jerra had just turned eleven at the time, and she hadn’t liked Earl from the first moment she met him; the feeling was mutual. She'd kept her distance from him as much as she could unless it couldn’t be helped. For the most part, it wasn't very hard to do because he usually ended up passing out from the liquor he and her mother drank every chance they got.
At one time, Earl had been a handsome man, but his love of drink quickly aged him before his time. He'd been an alcoholic all of his life, albeit a functioning one. He could always sober up long enough to keep a job and earn money to buy more booze. Jerra knew everyone thought of her family as good for nothing trash, but she just ignored the talk and held her head high out in public.
School was her salvation. She devoured almost every book in the library, and still hungered for more. Jerra loved to read because it enabled her to become a totally different person and experience exciting adventures in faraway places, if only for a little while. She was able to block out the hell called life she experienced at home.
Her mother and Earl had been married for about four years when she found out she had cancer. The doctor only gave her six months to live - at least that’s the time frame he coldly advised her of as he methodically relayed the diagnosis to her before walking out of the room.
Seems he was four months off. Saralynne died in her sleep two months later.
Jerra tried to feel sadness at her passing, but she couldn’t. She knew her mother never loved her. In truth, Saralynne was jealous of her only child. Jerra had a smooth cocoa brown complexion and long, jet black, wavy hair. Her large, almond shaped eyes were beautiful and her bow shaped, pouty lips perfect. In Jerra, her mother saw the beauty she used to possess. However, years of constant abuse at the hands of numerous men along with drugs and alcohol destroyed her looks a long time ago.
Jerra’s mother wasn’t the only one who was aware of Jerra’s beauty. The older she got the more attractive she became, and now at fifteen, she had the body of a grown woman. Her stepfather had gotten to the point where he constantly watched her whenever she was home. His eyes would follow her as she walked from one room to the other, and he’d lick his lips and rub his penis until it stood at attention.
Innocently oblivious, Jerra barely gave Earl a thought. She tried to pretend he wasn’t there half the time. After her mother died, Jerra found things to keep her busy and away from the house as much as she could. Earl insisted she come home every evening and have dinner ready by six o’clock. He used this as an excuse to sit and watch her move around the kitchen while he rubbed himself to the brink of an orgasm. He would then go to the bathroom and finish jerking off. Jerra never had an inkling as to what he was doing because she stayed in her own little world. She used her imagination to daydream and get her through the days. Knowing Earl could be a mean drunk, it was easier to just fix dinner for him, leave it on the table, and go to her room.
One evening after she finished preparing his meal, she stood at the sink washing and putting away the dishes. As usual, Earl ignored his food and just watched. When Jerra rose up on her tiptoe to put a glass in the cabinet, his predatory gaze took in the way her full, perky breasts flattened a little against her chest then resumed their luscious shape after she dropped her arm. As she twisted to the side to lift a pot off the stove, his eyes took note of how tiny her waist was which, in turn, accented her young, firm backside. Without thinking, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his member and began stroking it under the table as he ogled her.
