Anything For Your Love (12 page)

Rhonda recognized that look on Alex’s face. He was in love with her. Oh, that could be a problem. She wondered how long the chick was really in the picture. She considered that what she witnessed was lust in his eyes and not love. She was a pretty girl, but not as fine as herself. She definitely was not from the old neighborhood, either. Oh, that chick had to be removed from the picture. Rhonda had no intentions of letting Alex slip through her fingers, again.

“Listen, Jada, I got this for you. When I saw it, it made me think of you.” Alex opened the box. “I couldn’t deny its beauty, nor can I deny yours.”

Jada gasped. “Oh, Alexander. It’s gorgeous. I can’t accept that.”

Alex took the diamond tennis bracelet from its resting place. “Sure you can. I would be insulted if you didn’t,” He said as he placed the bracelet tenderly on her wrist. “I want you to have it.”

Jada’s heart fluttered. She had noticed the slight tremor in his hand as he placed the stunning jewelry piece on her wrist. She had to admit, Alex was excellent at what he did, and not in the courtroom. At the moment, she loved it. She felt the tinge of doubt creep up around her ankles. Maybe he treated all his women like that until he got them in bed. She shook her head to fight back the feelings. He was different. She had to believe that.

After securing the clasp, he lifted her wrist and kissed it. It was a tender kiss that shook her to the core. He never took his eyes off her. He simply couldn’t.

Rhonda was fuming. How dare that woman try and take her man!? She needed to turn up the heat and the following day, her plan would be in full swing. She was going to send Jada or Jade, or whatever her name was, packing. She gathered her things and left the restaurant angry and determined.

Ty had been watching the exchange between Alex and Jada from where he was standing just outside the kitchen. He was going to say hello, but decided against it seeing the two of them sitting there. He knew how his brother felt about her. He had expressed things to him that he had never heard him say about any other woman he had dated. He smiled as he went back into the kitchen to continue cooking for the evening.

“Come back to my house with me,” Alex said more as a statement. He knew it was forward and bold, and could possibly earn him a slap, but he had to ask. “I need you to stay with me tonight.” Her eyes were calling him and he could barely contain the fire that was coursing through his veins. He wanted, no needed, her with every breath.

“Alright,” She said a little too breathless and before she could talk herself out of it. He was making her thoughts cloudy all while touching her without laying a hand on her. She had no idea why she’d agreed to go back to his place, but it just felt right to be with him. She hoped she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life.

Rhonda walked down the street toward where she’d parked her car. Her mind was racing. Her original plan was to simply seduce Alex, but the new chick posed a problem. She had talked to Lisa at The House and found out that she was a movie executive from Los Angeles. She wondered if any of her old contacts knew her. She flipped open her cell phone and dialed. As she sat down into her car, the call was answered.

“Hello?” The deep, male voice answered.

“Fizz, it’s Ronnie,” Rhonda replied with a sinister smile apparent in her voice.

“Ronnie, baby! What’s going on?” Fizz drawled. He was involved in the movie business as well as some very illegal activity, but was very low on the totem pole in both fields. They had traveled in the same circle for a while and he was just as unsavory as she was.

“Do you know a woman by the name of Jada or Jade something whom is supposed to be some big time movie executive?”

“Do you mean Jada Whitman? Hell yeah! Everyone knows her. If she’s involved with your project, you are guaranteed to make money. Why, what’s up?”

“Well, the woman is making a move on my man, and I can’t have that. Do you have anything I can use against her? I have to get her out of the picture.”

Fizz thought for a moment. “I don’t really know too much about her personally, but there is this guy that works with her a lot that may be able to help you. Word on the street is he is in love with her. I’ve talked to him a few times and he’s out there. You know, a real nut case. Then again, everyone in Los Angeles is a little out there. His name is Hawk. Here’s his number...” Fizz rattled off his cell number and Rhonda quickly wrote it down.

“Thanks, Fizzy. I owe you one.”

“You certainly do, sexy,” Fizz drawled again. “I’ll see you soon.”

Rhonda quickly disconnected the call and dialed the number Fizz had given her.

“Hello?” The male voice answered.

“Hawk, my name is Rhonda. I believe we have someone in common.”

“Yes?” Hawk said, sounding a bit annoyed at the strange call.

“I hear you have a certain interest in a woman named Jada Whitman. I may be able to help your situation, if you can help me with mine.”

At the mention of Jada’s name, Hawk was hooked. “I’m listening...”

The short ride back to Alex’s house did not foster much conversation. The heat, desire, and passion between them was setting the air on fire within the confines of the vehicle. He parked his car in the small lot behind his house reserved for the residents, and they entered through the kitchen. He couldn’t take it any longer as he reached out and grabbed her hand.

With barely enough time to put her handbag down, he was kissing her. Jada knew she was in the kitchen because she had been there before, but had no idea what she was leaning against and at that moment, she didn’t care. His tongue was dancing with hers. An intricate, primitive dance and she quickly gave in to the rhythm. Whatever was in her hands was gone as she wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering to the feel of him pressed against her already searing flesh. His need and hunger increased and she matched it. She heard a groan from deep in his throat, like he was struggling with his control. Shivers ran down her spine. She felt as if he was taking his time to remember her, always.

When they arrived in his kitchen, Alex was overwhelmed with the need to taste her. So, he did, and she didn’t resist in the least bit. That in itself drove his passion further. She had arched against him and her body was a perfect fit to his. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and her scent was pushing him over the edge. She let the slightest moan slip from somewhere deep inside and he was completely hooked. He wanted her to feel what she was doing to him. He pressed her against the refrigerator. Maybe it was the wall, he wasn’t sure and didn’t care. He did make sure she felt the intensity of what had grown beneath his belt. He was drowning in her kiss, loving the feel of her and never wanted to let her go. He finally pulled back, needing to inhale some much needed air, but just slightly. He did not want to break the contact of their bodies, but needed to look into her eyes. The desire between them was clearly recognizable. “Jada?” He said through uneven breaths and slightly clinched teeth. She was looking at him. “Ask me for it,” He said with such a husky voice that she could no longer feel her legs. “Tell me what you want me to do.” His gaze was hypnotizing.

Without even second guessing herself, She said, “Make love to me, Alexander.”

Alex swept her in a kiss that was like a tornado. He lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. He was carrying her and kissing her at the same time. His intent was to make it upstairs to the bedroom, but he didn’t think he could hold out that long without being inside of her. Seconds later, they were in his living room and he was reclining her on his sofa.

“I need to see you,” He said, mustering what little control he had. He wanted it to be special, but the combination of desire, passion, and fear were making him act a little out of character. He reached behind her neck to undo her top. The beautiful material gave way and he gently removed the top and tossed it aside. She was wearing a black lace strapless bra that was holding her breasts captive. He was impressed. He then removed the equally beautiful skirt she had been wearing to reveal a matching pair of black lace bikinis. “Beautiful,” He said. Jada made a move to remove her shoes. “No, leave them on. I like it like that,” He whispered. So, she did.

Alex began his assault on her mouth again. She tasted so sweet. He could kiss her like that forever, but knew his body wanted more. His hands cupped her breasts as his mouth was trailing kisses down her neck. He kissed the place where the diamond open heart lay gently above the space between her full breasts. She didn’t know how or when, but when she opened her eyes, his shirt was gone and before her was an incredibly delicious man.

Jada couldn’t believe the fire that had grown inside her. She was sitting on his sofa in her bra, panties and shoes, no less, watching him remove his pants. His rich, milk chocolate skin was perfect. His usually light brown eyes had turned a shade darker, and she knew that was where he wore his emotions. She marveled at his athletic build. His chest and shoulders were perfectly drawn. A sketch artist could not have done a better job. His arms revealed muscles that completely explained why he so easily picked her up. His waist was trim and he had the tightest abs she had ever seen. His 6’3’’ frame was dominating. Once without his pants, standing there gazing at her with the sexiest pair of boxer briefs on, Jada had to blink back her amazement. Alexander Love was blessed. Truly. He removed his underwear and was not ashamed. Jada sucked in a quick breath. Him with his underwear had been impressive, but without them....marvelous.

Alex knelt before her and lifted her leg. He began trailing kisses from her ankle, working his way up. Jada’s breathing was becoming more and more uneven. He was planning to torture her to death! From somewhere in the depths, she heard her name.

“Jada?” He whispered while kissing her thigh.

“Yes, Alex,” She barely got out.

“Tell me what you need,” He said as he shifted positions and removed her bra. She was staring at him. When she didn’t respond, he smiled, hooked his thumb in her panties, and said, “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

The smile was her undoing. “I need you inside of me, Alexander.”

With her panties gone, Alex said, “My pleasure.”

After retrieving a condom from his pants, he consumed her mouth. She felt his hand touch her in her most intimate place. She let out a moan that he swallowed, and felt her body being pulled to the edge of the couch. Her eyes were closed as desire swirled all around her like a summer tornado.

“Look at me, Jada,” She heard him say. She opened her eyes and gazed into the intensity she saw in his as he entered her. She held her breath at the enormity of the moment. He was faultless. She couldn’t tear her gaze away as he continued to push to make his very first stroke, one he meant for her to remember.

Alex watched her eyes as her entered her for the first time. Jeez, she was perfect. His angel. The one he waited for his entire life. He watched as several emotions played out behind those beautifully dark eyes. She clung to him and he loved it. As he watched the changing in her eyes, he knew she had to be his. After entering as far as he could, he held still, giving her time to adjust.

He began stroking her, slowly. He kissed her and tortured her nipples. They fit like candied gum drops in his mouth. She was making her body available to him and it completely fueled him. He quickened his pace, unable to contain himself because nothing in his life had ever felt so perfect. She was tight and wet, and he could feel the walls of her literally closing in around him. He lifted his head to watch her, completely captivated by her. Instead, she began sucking his earlobe and raining kisses down his neck. Her hands were caressing his chest, and the moans of pleasure and desire were pushing him dangerously to the edge. “Alexander...” She whispered again in his ear. Damn, why did she have to call his name like that? All resolve and restraint were done for him at that point. He took her with a fury that was even foreign to him. It was primal and instinctive. She matched his pace with an intensity that made his head spin. Their love making was frenzied and out of control. She was gripping his shoulders, holding on for dear life, still testing his limits. She had amazing control over the muscles in her body and the ones gripping his manhood were erasing his mind. The room was swirling around them and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them. A fine sheen of moisture covered their bodies as he continued to attempt to erase anything negative in her life.

Suddenly, Alex could feel the tremors start from deep within her, almost like watching a dangerous wave come in from the ocean and being so amazed by the sight that you couldn’t get out of the way. Seconds later, she completely fell apart screaming, panting, and unrelenting on the grip she held around his neck. She had reached a climax so powerful that the sheer force of it blinded him and sent him hurling over the edge he had been teetering dangerously close to anyway. He felt his own explosion overtake him. Paralyzing him and robbing him of everything he had within.

Just when he thought he would finally start to come down, she screamed his name as her second release came and the force of it sent his incomplete orgasm back into full tilt. Taking him completely by surprise. He held her so close, so tight. His breath was gone and so was hers.

Together they lay in the middle of Alex’s sofa, completely nude and holding each other. He began to gently kiss the side of her neck. He couldn’t believe the flood of emotions he felt for the woman that he held in his arms. He knew he wanted her forever, and that probably wouldn’t be long enough.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he continued to kiss various spots on her neck and across her shoulder. He grabbed a blanket he kept over the side of the sofa and covered them both.

“I am so much better than alright, Alexander.” She smiled. “Thank you.”

Brushing back the mass of curls that had fallen in front of her eyes, He said, “Oh, do not thank me yet. I am no where near done with you.”

First her eyes grew wide before a slow grin spread across her face. “Are you up for the challenge, Alex?” No sooner than she spoke the words did she feel his manhood growing against her thigh.

Standing, Alex pulled Jada up and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss she felt in her toes. He lifted her without breaking the kiss so that her legs were wrapped and locked around his waist. He carried her upstairs because the need to have her in his bed was again overwhelming and clouding his senses.

He stood her on her feet next to the bed, and forced himself to release her lips. They were moist, swollen, and thoroughly kissed. He wanted to go slow this time. He wanted to explore every inch of her, committing her to memory. She was additive and the need to have her bordered on obsession. She stood there watching, waiting, and anticipating his next move. She reached up to touch his lips. He groaned as he took her fingers into his mouth, one by one.
Jada felt the air rushing from her lungs as Alex kissed and sucked on her fingers. She watched as his eyes closed and his breathing deepened. She felt as if she were falling in slow motion when he finally laid her down on the bed, and she felt like she was home.

Alex was determined to make love to Jada all night. She had done this to him. She made him insatiable just by being who she was. He didn’t think he would ever have his fill of her. His fingers traced her curves, following every one of her hills and valleys. His lips followed the path of his fingers, exploring and challenging. He loved the rise and fall of her chest when she breathed deeply. He loved the way she tremored and moaned when he discovered that special spot. She melted over and over when he kissed the nape of her neck, the small of her back, and the curve of her hip. He could spend hours searching over her that way, but his body was screaming for release, again.

She’d had enough of the torturous game he was playing. She decided to take measures into her own hands and give him a dose of his own medicine. With great effort, she reversed their positions. He fell back onto the bed with a wicked grin.

“My turn,” She said just before she flicked her tongue along the curve of his ear. She heard him sigh and smiled. She straddled him before she leaned in and brushed her moist lips along the valley in his neck.

“Woman, you are going to kill me,” He groaned, truly lost in the pleasure she was bringing him.

“Ah, but you will die a happy man.” She smiled as her kisses and licks made their way down his chest and over his abdomen. She wrapped her hand around his swollen shaft and watched his eyes flutter. He made her feel powerful with his reaction to her touch. Oh, she could very easily learn to like, no love that with him. Actually, she was already well on her way to that point.

She had let her lips travel down his body until he could feel her warm breath just over the sensitive flesh of his manhood. He thought he would surely die if she held still any longer. Then, her tongue flicked out quickly, followed by her taking him into her mouth. He was completely lost. Lost in the maze that she created, and he never wanted to be found.

He would not be selfish and especially with her. Therefore, he needed her to stop, less she would drain the essence straight out of his body. With monumental effort, he lifted her up, grabbed a condom, and took command of the scene.

Entering her that time, they both exhaled. Again, he worked to remove every bad experience and every bad memory from her life. He wanted her to think only of him and only of them being together. For the first time ever, he poured his heart and soul into making love to a woman. He realized that she had the power to hurt him. She could literally destroy him, but he was falling anyway. He had to make her stay with him, and it was scaring the crap out of him.

Jada felt her release creeping up on her like a thief in the night. Then, it attacked and rocked her so deeply, coherent thought was impossible. In that moment, she would have agreed to anything and confessed her innermost secrets if asked. He was playing her body like a finely tuned instrument and he was the master.

Alex was holding on by a mere thread. He felt her inner walls contract and grab hold of him. The sensation snapped his final hold on his control and sent him spiraling onto orgasm. He couldn’t get close enough to her. He couldn’t go deep enough. She was truly going to kill him and he would indeed happily die right then.