Women that say No

Chapter 37

" I haven't lived at that address for the past two weeks, how the hell would I know papers had come in the mail!" I exclaimed ferociously nearly ripping a hole in the assistant for the courts ear.

"Ma'am you had a notification sent out on the 22nd, now what I can do is speak with the mediation courts and explain your dilemma. But you will have to appear here tomorrow to update your information so we can proceed forward."

"Yes! I will be there bright and early."

"Is it safe to come in?" Asked Steph playfully peaking around the corner of the guest bedroom where power, Allure, and I had been sharing.

"I'm sorry did I wake you?" 

"Wake me?" He chuckled coming in and taking a seat.

"I dropped the kids off to school and been out ever since. Got some errands to run. You wanna shoulder?" He offered nudging me to lighten the moment.

"No. It's cool. I just have to take a trip to my hometown. Figure some things out." I sighed brushing my hair back and glimpsing at my iPhone as if some form of good news would come threw it.

"Well I paid your car note you should definitely go check on pops."

My jaws dropped as I blushed. I'm not sure if it was from the embarrassment of him having to pay it when I had saved just enough to make it threw or from the feeling that covered me with just the thought that he was genuinely caring.

"I am not going to let you do that Steph. I'm going to the bank and taking the money off." I obliged rising to my feet.

He followed close behind me chuckling. "Woman, I refuse to be less of a man. Listen Madison why don't we go see the fam we have a couple hours before the kids get out of school."

I turned pausing to face him and absorb his statements.

"We?"

"Yes, we. That is unless I ain't invited. Go ahead and hide me like I'm the ugly red head step child." He teased raising his arms and stepping back.

"I really like you."

"Ohhhh now you like me. But won't even share a bed with me. Sleeping in the kids room."

"It's not a kids room it's a guest room." I smiled allowing him to pull me over into his arms now standing in the kitchen pecking the surrounding area of my lips.

"Neither of us need a Brady bunch sir, slow down."

"Oh I want plenty of kids I need like 18 maybe 20."

"Oh no sir."

"Yes ma'am." He replied taking the lead and kissing my lips. "Damn your lips feel like pillows."

"Pillows?" I giggled reconnecting into a passionate tongue kiss. "We're not go have time to go all the way home and make it back if you keep this up."

"This ain't the only thing that's up."

"Oh my god, Steph!" I blushed deeply as he gripped my ass in the palms of his masculine hands.

It had been a while since I had felt like a teenager. Let alone consented to sex without being taken advantage of so this moment was one I hadn't experienced in nearly half a decade.

"Steph." I sighed out of pure weakness as he began to kiss my neck and the bridges of my collar bone.

A feeling of weakness covered me, desiring to give myself to him.

The v cut shirt I wore that just barely exposed my breast were no match for the way he explored my body. It was as if he had wrote the book of anatomy.

138 lbs of my weight was lifted onto the counter top of the kitchen where we stood as he revealed my breast slightly kissing the nipples in replace of my tongue seducing me.

My body flustered in passion as the tingly feeling of lust or was it love made a puddle between my legs of either.

The pleasure of a man touching me forced me to moan at the sensitivity of his lips connecting with any part of my body.

"Step-phh." I stuttered  barely forming the words following his every movement down to the gestures of unbuttoning my jeans and releasing me from them in the smoothest manner.

Within moments Steph was devouring every ounce of the ocean he had created.

"F—u—c." I groaned unable to contain myself.

For the first time in my life I had experienced love. The thoughts of was it really love or simply lust continuously ran threw my mind. But they were quickly brushed away with the physicality I was enduring.

In a sense everything was moving so fast I couldn't keep up with the emotions I was experiencing. Steph was the first man to make me feel this way.

All the young boys during my misguided days couldn't measure up to him. Once before I could recall feeling this way and it was all a facade and lust, with Rick.

The feeling of him sliding into me slowly made me gasp moaning his name in pleasure as I lifted the bottom of the White T-shirt he wore just to claw at his back inflicting the mixture of good pain and pleasure he was providing me.

"I love you." Steph whispered in my ear before relieving himself, leaving the print of his kiss on my chest.

"I love you too." I muttered.

I wanted this feeling again. I kept repeating to myself. It was indescribable and In that very moment I felt myself addicted to Steph. Not just on a sexual level but emotional. Since the scarring event of  Kamron raping  me I was constantly yearning for a form of security that I was falsely represented with on many occasions by the men let alone people in my life. And in this moment I received it from Steph, I could no longer resist the urge of his wanting to protect me and I decided not to.