Love In the Red Zone (Connecticut Kings Book 1) (59 page)

“And he delights in his way.”

I turned around and saw Jade standing in the doorframe, her little body leaning at the shoulder.

“What’s the smug look for?” I smiled. “You reading your Word now?”

“Daily. I gotta keep up with you. I know the way to my man’s heart.” Her mouth was in a tight pout.

You own my heart, baby
…

She looked cute in her cropped fitted sweats, and fitted
Kings
t-shirt. Her hair was styled differently. It was thinner en mass, a dark brown, and only meeting her shoulders. This was the shortest I’d ever seen it. And her face. It was clean of makeup in the middle of the day. I could see the different hues of brown in it.

Cute
…

“I love it.” My smile widened and my dick swelled in my pants.

Her shoulders fell and chin, too. “You do? Thank God!” she breathed, crossing the room to make her way to me.

I met her halfway, scooping her into my arms. Jade felt so good against me. So soft and compliant to my big body. She giggled when I nuzzled in her neck.

“Stop, Trent! Are you serious? This is a big deal for me. I’ve been feeling off and wondering what to do to get back on track. And then you lost yesterday, so when we got in last night, I decided take the weave out and relax my hair. No makeup, unless I’m going out. Are you okay with that?”

I buried my face in her neck again, loving the smell of berries.

“I’m good with you any way. I wasn’t hatin’ on the weave, I just don’t like that you feel you need them. Wasn’t mad at the makeup, but I want you to feel good about yourself totally naked with me. You’re beautiful, Jade, in every sense. Like…for real. That hair and stuff only enhances what you naturally are. If I didn’t know you were good underneath all that, I would’ve never let you put my dick in your mouth that night.”

“Trent!” she started slapping my chest and arms, breaking away from me. “Trenton!”

“What?” I laughed.

“First of all, I didn’t come up here for all of that! I only came to get your approval and tell you I’m taking Ky and Jordan to the skating ring. Stenton’s bringing him across the road now. But since you want to go there: You never
let
me do anything, which was the problem!”

“I did let you do something.” I bit her chin.

“I let you steal my heart.”

Our eyes locked and within seconds hers swelled with tears.   

“You always say the sweetest things, even injured, after losing the biggest game of your career.” Jade sniffled.

“I actually won the biggest play of my life. She’s in my arms; a little calf strain don’t compare.” I was really laying out my Romeo Romance cards. It was easy. With Jade, it was true.

“Speaking of which, you need to get ready. Tyheem will be here in less than an hour to take you to treatment.” She started straightening in my arms.

“Good. Because what I wanna do with you only gon’ take about twenty minutes, tops.”

Jade’s eyes ballooned. “No. I have to go. I’ve put on weight, Trent. This skating is going to help me burn a few calories.”

Here we go
…

“What weight, Jade? You’ve been complaining about this for weeks now.” I scooted back, being sure not to put too much weight on my left leg. “I don’t see it.”

“But I feel it! It’s in my clothes.” She shook her head. “I’m not about to argue this with you. Ky’s waiting.”

“You’re perfect, J. Quit that shit!” She was killing my vibe with that.

Her face fell. “I’m trying, but—”

“Try harder.” I kissed her glossed lips. “If you do, maybe I’ll let you taste me again…this time on the elevator. And I’ll invite you to my bed to sleep. You ain’t gotta creep in at night.” I went in for another kiss, but Jade wasn’t having it.

“Boy, you’re about to talk yourself
out
of
your
bed tonight; you keep it up!” she warned.

“Oh, it’s up again.” I pushed into her belly. “You feel it?”

Jade’s eyes rolled back and she moaned. “Trent…
iiin
!”

“Another girl?” My eyes hold wide. “When did you find out?”

A proud and knowing smile spreads over his beard. “I know what I know, Trent. Two girls for me and I couldn’t be more elated.”

“Does Lex want another girl?”

“I don’t think my beloved’s adjusted to the idea of a second child quite yet, but God has spoken. And apparently in my favor.” His smile doesn’t fade.

“Yo, E, man, I never took you for the father type. You always seem too cool and busy for that. Having a wife was a good look for you, but a wife and two kids within two years just ain’t something I saw for you.”

“I am a straight shooter, Trent. What can I say. When I aim, I multiply.” He shrugs with his eyebrows and combs his beard with his fingers, contemplating. “Girls are special because they grow into women who are givers of life. They perpetuate our society. They need us to plant. We need them to incubate and nurture. My girls will know their divine place and purpose here on earth.”

I nod with weighted shoulders. “Amen.”

“How’s Jade?”

With my eyes still to the floor I answer, “Much better. Coming around. I think today helped. She’s been lit for weeks now.”

It’s my wedding day. We decided on May 20
th
. Jade wanted to do it before camp begins for me, and I didn’t care when we did it, so long as it gets done. As I glance around the
Bishop’s Office
at
Redeeming Souls
, I’m waiting for the coordinator to tell me where to stand to receive my bride, who is already my wife. Lucky for me.

“Your prayers and understanding have helped with that.” Ezra’s murmuring snaps me out of my head.

I exhale, still sensitive about the state of my marriage with Jade, even on our wedding day. “I ‘on’t know about all that; I do my job as her husband, and you’re right, I understand what dark days are like. It’s just my dark days came from rough consequences. Her reasoning brings those feelings of rejection for me. You know I’m still fresh out of that dark emotional place as a man. And Jade’s the one who helped me out—
helping
me out—by going so hard for me. This…” I sink further into the seat on the sofa while Ezra’s behind his desk. “It feels like I’m wrong. You know?”

I’m pouting on my wedding day. I’m excited, but struggling with this.

“You two are still new yet, Trent. And trust me, if anyone can appreciate the quick addition of marital partnership and onslaught of being in love, I can. Everything seemed to have happened so quickly. The only thing you signed up for was the passion, the pain is a subsequent emotion. You can’t have one without the other and the more you delay accepting the second, you’ll wallow in confusion. Love hurts. But it’s worth it if you’re sure about your partner.” Ezra pauses. My eyes are still low, on my tuxedo pants: a russet color Jade was insistent on me wearing. “Are you sure, Trent?”

My head flies up and I see he’s in front of his desk now, leaning with crossed ankles and cupped hands. I stare, shocked by his new proximity. With Ezra, you gotta think before you speak. His questions are usually layered for the purpose of examination. He’s a thinker and forces me to be the same. To stay on my toes. We stare at each other so long, he cocks his head to the side, waiting.

There’s a knock at the door. It opens immediately. The first thing I see is ivory lace, beads, and rhinestones. Then I see legs hidden behind more see-through fabric. They’re over strappy heels that are positioned familiarly. Poised. Jade’s arms are covered with a thin layer of embroidered lace down to her middle fingers, one hand holding her phone. Her generous tits are modestly strapped in behind more fancy lace. Her tempting cleavage veiled by thin lace. I was afraid to see what she looked like from behind. Jade’s body was a fuck machine. It was a man’s dirty fantasy. And my sexual treasure, designed for my pleasure.  

My sight goes to her face now. It’s tastefully done with no bold colors. Jade looks like a damn angel in ivory and lace. A goddess. And her lips… They’re nude. She’s wearing no lipstick. Her mouth is parted and I can tell she’s breathing hard. There’s a familiar look in her eyes, but I’m too damn speechless to ask what it’s about. With Jade nowadays, you never know.

“I thought the bride freaked if the groom got a preview of her glory before he declared his vows,” Ezra teases her.

Her eyes sweep from mine to my outstretched legs then over to Ezra. A slow and respectful smile that turns bashful appears and my throat tightens.

“I’m sorry, Ezra, but I wanted to see my husband before the ceremony.” She shrugs unapologetically. “He’s already bought the cow.”

Ezra chuckles, lost in the magic spell Jade always seems to wrap people in when it comes to her possessiveness of me. His attention then goes to his phone. Ezra takes a moment to read it.

“That’s my beloved texting now. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ve learned when to not argue with a wife. You women can be vicious with your weapons of mass destruction. I’ll see you at the altar, Trent,” he informs over his shoulder while passing Jade. “You look splendid, Jade. Trent’s a very lucky man.”

Jade’s eyes rove over to me. She bites her bottom lip, reminding me of the absence of color.

“No lipstick?” I ask, my throat so thick, my delivery is cold.

Jade shakes her head. Her hair is long, bronzed, and wavy down her back. A weave that I love right away. She lifts the train of her laced gown that fits her hourglass frame and rounds the coffee table until she’s standing next to my left thigh. She’s so damn breathtaking. Her small pouch, pushing through the fabric, makes its own announcement.

“I told the girl not to put it on yet.”

My lips curve. “Why?”

“Because I want to kiss you first.”

Before I can respond, Jade’s collecting the ends of her gown in her hands and then straddling me. I suck in air, totally not expecting that. When my eyes move up from her tits, I recognize the gleam in her eyes. Jade’s horny. That’s confirmed when she leans in and kisses me. It’s a done deal when her tongue pushes through my lips, in search of mine. Helpless, I let her have it.

But the moment I feel my dick swell, my eyes collapse and I moan in her mouth, “C’mon, Jade. We’re in church. In Ezra’s office.”

She continues torturing, swinging her tongue all over mine, tasting the roof of my mouth, teasing my tongue. Then I hear music. It’s Stevie Wonder’s
Make Sure You’re Sure
. My chest expands right away. Jade’s hurting me. Without thinking, my hands go to her belly and caress the football shape rubbing against me. Jade moans.

“I know. I needed to see you,” she whispers in between licks and sucking on my lips.

“You couldn’t wait?” I can’t help my whining. She’s killing me. “Don’t you think he’s coming back soon?”

“No. Lex is making sure of it.”

My eyes shoot open. “Jade, you tryna get busy in the
Bishop’s Office
?” I slur, my lip suctioned in her mouth. “Don’t you think you tipped off the first lady?”

Jade moans again. “She told me to go for it.” She sucks my tongue again. “Her exact words: ‘
far more scandalous affairs have gone down in the Bishop’s Office
’. My word.”

Her hands reach my waist and she quickly—too damn familiarly—unfastens them, reminding me of her upbringing. My wife knows the structure of tux pants. Her hands are on my wood and hips lifting. Almost afraid to look down I find her shifting her dress behind her, in between my thighs. I squeeze my eyes closed, going internally crazy about what my wife’s preparing to do.

Sneaky ass!

“Now, this can be quick or noisy, depending on your willingness,” she whispers in my mouth.

I’m so damn turned on I can’t think straight.

“This is so wrong, Jade.”

“We’re about to make it right.” She yanks at my pants and automatically, I lift enough for her to pull them down.

When my cock is released, my head falls into the back of the couch again. I feel the heat from her pussy inches before I feel it on me. Jade swipes the head over her wet lips and I groan so long, I don’t recognize my voice.

Juicy, sneaky ass
…

She positions me at her opening then pushes down to let me in. Her walls are tight, warm, and creamy as hell. Pregnancy pussy is the shit! I’ll never forget the first time I had it—well, knowingly. I slid into her like melted butter. It was the first time Jade came fast—like…after five or six pumps. It was so good; it was the rare time she came before me. And trust me, I ain’t come long after. Pregnancy pussy is my weakness. I thought Jade’s pussy had my nose wide open from the gate. Nah. I was wrong. Pregnancy pussy has me dry humping her thigh at night, in my sleep.

I hear the Stevie joint on repeat. Jade’s sending a message with this set up. Exactly like I did when I proposed. She knew music touched me deep within and played on that.

She pushes down until she can take no more of me before lifting up. Jade doesn’t spend a lot of time fitting me in. She doesn’t need to: she’s that damn wet for me already. When I hit her helm she moans and falls into my chest. She starts to move in short lifts and pushes.

“You feel so good. I’m full,” she whispers like she’s in pain. “Help me, Trent.”

I finagle through the fancy lace and find her bare ass before pushing down into the sofa to give her more seat. I pull her into me by her cheeks as I lift to meet her.

“Oh!” she cries, writhing between my arms.

Jade pushes down and starts to grind on me, dancing on the drive. She’s feeling it. I know. Jade’s being impatient. Her head comes up and she starts rocking with me, throwing her contracting trap onto my dick. Her tiny hands clutching my shoulders. Her pussy making that spongey sound every time she tightens around me when lifting. Her eyes roll to the back and her head rocks to the side. But these thighs are working, squeezing around me. They are just as expressive as the woman herself. Her pussy grips me like a vise, just like her claim on me.

Ezra was right, Jade gambles everything just to claim me. I’m the one—and probably only—thing and person she doesn’t care about making a fool of herself for. She wants the world to know I’m hers and as much of a bitch as that may make me appear, I’ll take it. It’s something I’ve never had. Something I’ll never give up.

Not even to that fucker Ryshon
…

I almost fall out of sync with this ride of passion until I feel the quickening of her walls. Her muscle movement is speeding up, slewing me. The sound of her juices slushing over me is louder, and her thighs are stiffening.

“Mmmmmm…” she muffles her moans, coming with a screwed face. “Trent…
iiin
…” she mumbles.

Damn, I love you
…

Jade starts pumping onto me wild, her spine arches and fingers push into my shoulders to anchor herself. Her jerking is so wild, she looks possessed. I clutch her ass, ramming my swelling cock inside of her, making sure she gets all of me, not stopping until she slows. Then I let go, needing to blow inside or I’d explode my damn
self. I feel my balls tighten and my toes curl in my
Berluti’s
.

I feel the cry shooting up from my belly.

“Ah—” It was intercepted by Jade’s mouth covering my own.

Damn, I love it when she kiss me while I’m coming
…

It’s a gift and a curse. It’s the biggest turn on, making me feel handled and dominated by her: her quieting my cries. But then it makes me feel vulnerable and needy as she’s milking the last of my come while swirling her tongue down my squealing throat. She does it until my cries turn into grunts and my grunts fall off into silence.

Fuck…she’s boss!

When she stops, she sucks my bottom lip, pulling away from me. I can’t open my eyes, still lost to her. I sit for a while, catching my breath.

“J…”

“Hmmmm?” she moans, satisfied.

Slick ass
…

“You got me cursing in my head, in church!”

“I’m sorry, baby,” she whines, convincingly.

“What about the baby?”

“The baby made me want it.”

“That’s your problem, Jade.”