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  Slowly his lips cupped my big toe. His teeth clamped ever so slowly, grazing my toe until he reached the tip of my nail. Trembling, I swear my eyeballs did a 360-degree rotation as I exhaled a long “Oooh.”

  Jay raised my leg higher. Pressing his lips into the socket behind my knee, he French-kissed my crevice while lightly dragging his fingernails up my leg, over my ass, and then he pinched my nipple.

  “Mmm,” we moaned in unison.

  As I grabbed the sheets, my head, neck, and shoulders leaned forward.

  He pushed me flat back onto the mattress. “Relax, baby. This is our last day here. I want us to remember every second, of every minute, of every hour.”

  I stared at the ceiling.

  Jay’s lips trailed up my leg to my pubic hair. Then he sniffed. “Mmm.”

  His wide flat tongue curled beneath my vagina. At a snail’s pace, I swear, Jay’s tongue approached my vaginal opening, continuing up, overlapping my outer lips, to my inner lips…I shut my eyes tight. Although he hadn’t touched my clit yet, his tongue was so close I felt the heat rising from his taste buds.

  Just lick it. Please, please, lick it! What! He missed it!

  I couldn’t believe Jay’s tongue bypassed my clit, dipped below my vaginal opening, and started all over as if he’d messed up and needed to hit it right.

  “Mmm, huh,” I moaned, popping the fitted sheet off the corners of the mattress.

  When Jay missed again, I tried to help him out by repositioning my hips.

  “Ba-bee,” I groaned.

  Jay rose upon his knees, dragged my ass to his chest, placed my legs over his shoulders, then buried his face into my pussy. My neck shrank into my head like a turtle’s. The only parts of me remaining on the mattress were my head and shoulders.

  Jay repeated his tease, dragging his tongue over my vaginal opening, except this time he didn’t miss my clit. Softly suctioning my clitoris, then delving his tongue into my pussy, Jay alternated his rhythm, focusing more attention on my clit.

  “Oh, shit, Jay, baby. That feels sooo good.”

  I felt fluids streaming from my clit like a faucet when the minty tingle of a tiny Altoid unexpectedly pressed against my clit. Another Altoid crept toward my G-spot when Jay inserted his tongue inside me.

  “Mmmmm,” Jay hummed with passion, licking my come button while stretching my shaft upward.

  When Jay lightly blew cool air all over my pussy, I screamed, “Oh my God! Jay,” I panted. “Ba-bee. Please stop. I’m about to lose it. I can’t take any more. What are you doing to me?”

  Ignoring my plea, Jay sucked my clit while finger-fucking me, and I began to pee, except I wasn’t urinating. I knew exactly what was happening this time. I was experiencing another one of those wet ’n wild G-spot orgasms.

  “Oooh! Oh my God…oooh!” I opened my mouth wide but nothing came out. I couldn’t breathe. I whispered, “Bay,” then yelled, “beeeeeeeee!” so loud I could hear people cheering outside our window.

  Part two of our lovemaking session was starting right after a brief intermission and I was determined to make Jay yell just as loud or louder.

  I sang, “I love you” to Jay all the way to the glass-bottom boat, praying this time one of his sperms would successfully penetrate one of my eggs. I was ovulating, so after Jay came deep inside me, I held my legs above the headboard, elevating them against the wall. When he asked what I was doing, I told the truth first, then lied, “You made me come so hard, I have to get the blood circulating back into my legs.”

  Sticking out his chest, Jay smiled, so I smiled too.

  The shallow water required everyone to walk a few feet out into the ocean, then climb the white ladder in order to board the boat I floated on cloud nine, not remembering how I’d gotten the strength to shower and get dressed for what would be our last outing. For whatever reason, he insisted we were the first two to get on the boat. Leading the group of tourists, Jay tightly held his travel bag high in the air, and gently held my hand in his other.

  “I love you, Jay.”

  “I love you too, baby.”

  “Aw, that’s so sweet, the woman behind us said.

  Ain’t nobody talkin’ to you, I thought, ignoring her.

  Normally, I would’ve turned to check her out, but I was riding high on my big O.

  I’d worn my sexiest canary-yellow two-piece with a multicolored wrap, which complemented my new even tan. I thought Jay couldn’t possibly get any blacker, but I was wrong. Over the course of our vacation, thanks to the nude beach, his feet, legs, butt, and privates, were evenly colored.

  “Baby, this vacation is the best! Whew, I love you so much and I’m happy as hell that my boys were wrong,” Jay said, helping me reach the first step of the ladder, which was higher than I’d imagined.

  Stepping aboard I asked, “Wrong about what, honey?”

  “Oh, nothing,” Jay said, smiling wide. “Let’s sit belowdecks. I don’t want to miss a thing below the sea. You know what I mean.”

  I was pondering what Jay meant about his boys, so once we were sitting by the clear window surrounded by crystal-blue water, Jay hugging and kissing me, I figured I could drill him.

  This was the best surprise! No other man had sprung an all-inclusive paid tropical vacation on me. I didn’t need Jay to pay for any of my expenses, but the fact that he insisted I leave all my credit cards, traveler’s checks, and cash in my purse was wild!

  We’d done everything from hanging out on the beach, to making love in the sand, shopping at the market, partying at the nightclubs. The moment that female stripper at the Rated-X Club offered me and Jay a lap dance, I insisted we leave and demanded Jay never go back. On our way out the door of Rated-X, men and women were on the stage having sex. Real sex. But I’d bet money on the fact that none, I mean not one, of those Jamaicans was better than my Jay. I was sad our trip was coming to an end and this was our last night on the island.

  “Jay, baby,” I said, holding his hand as the boat rocked along the shore. “I’ve had the time of my life. Everything was perfect. Thank you, my love.”

  “C’mere.” Jay paused, then said, “Closer…now kiss me.”

  “Aw, that’s so sweet,” the same woman said.

  This time I shot her a quick look.

  “I’m over here, honey,” Jay said, redirecting my attention. “Ashlee, you complete me. You’re my everything. I brought you to Jamaica not only to show you—”

  Covering my mouth, I gasped.

  Jay’s cell phone rung. On the ocean? This technology shit was becoming too efficient.

  Unzipping the black bag, Jay silenced his phone. We were now far out enough to see the most colorful combinations—red, blue, green, black, purple, white—tropical fish and a few baby sharks and hopefully too far for Jay to get service.

  Probably his boys calling again. I wish Jay would’ve left his phone in D.C.

  Jay looked at me and said, “Where was I—”

  That woman seated next to us said, “I brought you to Jamaica not only to.”

  Smiling at the woman all friendly and shit, Jay said, “Hey, thanks. That’s right.”

  I shot her an angrier look that said Shut the hell up!

  “Baby, I’m over here. Look at me. I want to show you—”

  Jay’s phone rang again. This time I exhaled as he silenced it again. “Baby, I’m sorry. Let me—”

  This was incredible. “Turn off the damn phone, Jay. You should’ve left it at home.”

  Giving me a shut the hell up look, Jay removed his cell phone from his bag, checked the ID, then said, “I have to take this. I’ll be right back. Wait here.”

  No need for that. I followed Jay on deck, but he was in such a hurry he must’ve thought I was downstairs when he answered, “Hey, is everything all right?…Are you sure about this? You realize what you’re asking me to do? Look, stay at my place. I have an extra key under the mat. We’ll talk about this when I get home tomorrow.”

  Jay turned around, damne
d near tripping over my feet. “I thought I told you to stay downstairs.”

  “You can’t tell me what to do. Who in the hell were you calling, baby?”

  “Nobody. What are you talking about?”

  “So nobody is staying at your house too, huh? And what do you have to talk to her about?”

  “That was a friend who needs a place to stay for a few days.”

  “So when did you start calling her baby? And why is she staying at our house? Answer me, Jay!”

  “I didn’t! I didn’t call her anything. What I said was hey. If you weren’t so fuckin’ suspicious, you could hear straight. And it’s not our house, it’s my damn house!”

  “Uh-huh. Gotcha! So it was a woman. I know what I heard, Jay. And I do have my own key, you know.”

  “Well, I know what you won’t hear. And if you keep acting crazy, I know what you won’t get,” Jay said, removing a different box than the one I’d seen earlier from his travel bag.

  That was not the box with the earrings. That had to be…“Baby, please, I’m sorry,” I pleaded, reaching for the box. I wanted that ring. I deserved that ring. I earned that ring.

  Jay flipped opened the lid, but I couldn’t see what was inside the box. All I saw were sparkles that almost blinded me.

  “Yes, Jay,” I said, anticipating his offer.

  “No, Ashlee,” he countered.

  “Give me my ring!” I yelled, scratching Jay’s arm, trying to reach the box hovering high above his head.

  Jay backed away from me. I stumbled with the sway of the boat, falling into Jay. Slapping him repeatedly in his chest, I began to cry, “Jay, please,” grabbing him around his knees.

  “Ashlee, I love you. But I can’t keep dealing with your insecurities. It’s over,” Jay said, tossing the box into his travel bag.

  “Don’t you walk away from me, Jay Crawford! This isn’t about marrying me, is it? It’s about you getting back with that wannabe Pop Star bitch, Tracy.”

  I hadn’t realized that nosy woman had come aboard too until she said to Jay, “The night is young and I’m lots of fun.”

  Grabbing her around the legs, I hurled her ass overboard.

  Jay shook his head, diving in to help rescue the drowning woman. I knew her no-swimming ass wished she would’ve shut the hell up now.

  “He was supposed to be my rescuer.”

  Opening Jay’s travel bag, I flipped open the box. The most beautiful princess-cut solitaire blinded me. The first thing I was doing when we got back home was refilling my prescription. The second was planning our wedding.

  CHAPTER 21

  Jay

  When I realized I loved Ashlee, I thought we’d be together always and forever. Now I’d realized forever isn’t a very long time anymore. When I got back from Jamaica, I walked around the house with a little gloom in my heart because I just couldn’t believe we really broke up. The signs were all there to warn me the ending was close, but I was in denial. I wanted things between us to work, and at first, I thought I could put up with her paranoia, but Ashlee was a bit too close to the insane side for me.

  I was stunned to receive a call in Jamaica from Tracy. Her timing couldn’t have been more perfect—just before I was about to ask Ashlee to marry me. When she asked me not to marry Ashlee, I wondered if I was hearing things. Tracy, the woman who once said she didn’t need anything from me, actually called to stop my proposal to another woman. I was baffled to say the least.

  It was nine o’clock at night, but the sky had been dark ever since I left work at five. According to the weather report, severe thunderstorms had consumed all areas from D.C. to Philadelphia. I took my candles out of the closet and set them in places where they could be easily reached in case of a blackout. I put the lighter on my nightstand and went to fix myself a drink.

  I sipped on some Hennessey as I paced my bedroom, trying to calm my nerves about calling Tracy. I needed get to the bottom of her phone call. I took a deep breath and dialed the number. She answered the phone quickly, as if she was expecting me to call at that moment.

  “Hello,” she said.

  “Tracy, it’s Jay. What’s up?” I asked.

  She sounded relieved. “Jay, thank God. I didn’t think you’d call.”

  “Why? Is anything wrong?”

  Tracy’s silence frightened me. She finally spoke up after I’d called her name several times. “I’m here, Jay. I just…I…I need to see you,” she said, sounding sad.

  It was late, but there was no way I was going to turn her down after hearing how pitiful she sounded. “Okay. Why don’t you taxi over to my place? I’ll pay the driver once you get here.”

  She agreed, and then I gave her the address. I began to tidy up my place a bit. I couldn’t imagine what was going on with Tracy. First, she deliberately intervened with my marriage proposal, and then she asked to come see me. I became even more nervous than before, and every minute it took for her to get to my place seemed like hours. The thunder grew louder and the rain fell harder. I opened my door and there was practically no visibility. More than two hours had passed since I’d spoken to Tracy, and I felt she should’ve arrived within an hour of hanging up the phone with me. Once all the power blacked out, I lit the candles, then kept a lookout for Tracy. I began to worry about her being in that cab. I wondered if he was a cautious driver or a roadrunner like most I’d experienced. I repeatedly opened the door to see if she had been standing outside knocking, but I hadn’t heard her due to the rain. On my fifth time opening the door, I noticed the cab pulling up.

  I grabbed an umbrella and my wallet to pay the fare. Tracy stepped out of the car. She leaned in to hand the driver the money, and then we sprinted into the house. I shook the umbrella and set it next to the door. I turned to take Tracy’s raincoat, but she walked over to the couch to take a seat.

  “Sorry the place is so dimly lit. All the power went out,” I said.

  “That’s okay,” she responded, looking around. “The candles are nice.”

  “Would you like me to take your coat?”

  “No…no…I’m fine.” She pulled the hood off her head.

  My eyes met hers in shock. “Oh my God. You…you cut your hair? And dyed it blond again.”

  She nodded, smiling, while I was speechless and having flash-backs of the old days when she first sported the Eve look.

  “Well, what do you think?”

  Tracy continued to smile. She looked like the goddess I’d met several years before. I liked her hair long, but I hadn’t met a woman who could turn me on with a short haircut like Tracy could. There was no doubting she was sexy, but with a capital S. I sensed she knew how erotic she looked by the way she smiled and crossed her legs as she sat, revealing much of her bronze-colored thigh through the split in her raincoat.

  “You look terrific, absolutely fantastic.” I offered her a drink. “I’ve got some Hennessey. Would you like some? Or would you prefer wine?”

  “A glass of wine would be nice.” For the past few months we’d just been friends, but by the way she was looking at me I was starting to think I might have a chance. Only problem was, if I was wrong I could set back our friendship by years.

  I poured her wine, then sat next to her. “Tracy, you must know you’ve got me blown away right now. Why did you call me to stop my engagement?”

  She sipped her wine, then sat up. “’Cause I still love you, Jay,” she said. “I know I told you I’d moved on, but not long after you came back in Jason’s and my life I decided to leave my boyfriend.”

  Although I was glad to hear her news, I felt perplexed. “Tracy, I don’t understand. Weren’t you happy? I mean…you told me he was a great guy. He took you and Jason on trips and treated him as his own son. What would make you decide to leave a man so loving?”

  She shook her head. “Truth is, he was convenient. I needed to be away from my parents…out of their house, and he enabled me to do that. I cared for him, and I might’ve even thought I loved him, but I knew I was fooling
myself when I ran into you.”

  “Trust me. I understand the difference. That’s one of the reasons Kenya and I didn’t stay together.”

  “Speaking of Kenya—I still can’t believe the two of you are divorced.”

  “Yeah? Well, I tried to tell you. You didn’t believe me. But that’s all water under the bridge now. You didn’t come here to talk about our past. Why are you really here?”

  “Jay, ever since you’ve come back into the picture, I realized I’ve always loved you. I told you I’m thinking with my head and not my heart these days. I’ve come to grasp that you’ve got my mind and my soul.” She slid closer. “So, did you do it? Did you give her the ring?”

  “No. You asked me not to, remember?”

  “And that was enough for you?”

  “Yeah, guess when it really comes down to it, it was.”

  Tracy’s smile widened. “Well, where is it? Can I see the ring?”

  I didn’t know what she was getting at, but I obliged. I went to the bedroom and came back out with the two-carat treasure that had almost belonged to Ashlee. Tracy sat with her mouth open as she stared at the ring in the box. She took it out and put it on her finger. It was a perfect fit.

  “Damn, this is nice,” she said, grinning.

  “Yeah, I thought so, too. But, oh well, I’ve still got the receipt.”

  “Maybe I should wear it?” she asked, holding her hand out to get a better look at it.

  I had a sudden revelation, and for a minute I didn’t know how to answer. I didn’t want my instinct to be wrong, so I sat silently for a moment. Tracy looked at me as if her feelings were hurt.

  “What’s wrong now?” I asked, rubbing my hand across her hair.

  She had tears in her eyes. “I asked you if I could wear it. Do you not have a response for me?”

  I could tell by her emotions that my instinct was right, so I acted on it. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

  She smiled. “Why, are you accepting?”

  We both smiled and then shared a bit of laughter before I could answer. “Tracy, I want to, but I just broke up with Ashlee. She’s still calling me every fifteen minutes. Although I’m not answering. And I sense I’ll have to cross her path a time or two before she gets the picture that it’s really over between us. I wouldn’t want you to think that I’m playing you.”