1 comments/ 11249 views/ 4 favorites Still the One Ch. 01 By: heartgirl14 October 30 10:00 A.M. Mr. Ellis looked like an undertaker, but he was much more than that. He was the finder of lost loves, or, in this case, the finder of wanted-to-be loves. He set his jet black briefcase on the table in front of the gentleman who hired him and said, "I found her." A calmly excited voice responded. "Really? Where?" "She owns several pharmacies in the metro area but mainly works out of the one at 906 Travis Street; Stuart's Pharmacy." "A pharmacist?" "Correct. She's been one for almost ten years now." "Here in Houston, you say?" "Yes, sir." "She always was a smart, pretty young thing. I knew she'd make it big one day. Christ. She's been under my nose all this time and I didn't know it." "She's been here for only two years. I traced her from work records in California." "Still, two years—I should have seen her." The client slid the envelope of money across the table to Mr. Ellis. "Job well done. I appreciate your time." "I appreciate your business." Mr. Ellis took a card from his wallet and handed it over. "Pass the word. My prices are fair, and I can negotiate." "What you just did for me was worth a mint. And if she's open to seeing me, I'll be glad to endorse your ad in the Houston Chronicle, free of charge, naturally." "That's what I call spreading the word." The client watched as Mr. Ellis walked from the office, and then called directory assistance to get the number for Stuart's Pharmacy. "Hello?" The voice on the other end was definitely that of Ms. Beverly Stuart. Her voice hadn't changed in almost twenty years, and he relished the sound of it. "Can you tell me what your store hours are...? And that is 906 Travis Street, correct?... Thank you." At 7:30 that evening, the man approached Stuart's Pharmacy and stared at the building covered with garish Halloween decorations. She had always been the festive type—it fit so well with her personality: bubbly. He smiled at the talking Dracula. "Never steal a drop without your Blue Cross identification card. It could save your life!" Cute, real cute. He walked in. Behind the counter, Beverly kept her eyes on the exact dosages to get her customers' prescriptions right and ready for tomorrow-morning pickups. Fresh out of a terrible relationship, working like crazy to keep her mind occupied was the only thing left to do. As she worked, she thought over her life, wondering if she did the right thing by putting Tony out a few weeks ago. He was good for curing the loneliness for a hot minute, but that was it. Other than that, he wasn't worth the dime in his pocket. As usual, her next set of doubts set up camp in her mind: would she have had a happier life in San Diego if she hadn't moved back to Houston? Living in California was fine, but she missed her family, friends. One in particular came to mind: Debbie Jacobs. They'd been pals years ago, despite the constant presence of Debbie's kid brother and all-around monster, Ethan Jacobs. Ethan had always been cute in his way, but he was a pest. When you're fourteen, you for sure don't want a snotty-nosed little chump tagging along. She and Debbie were at the age where they had the hots for boys and any X-rated film they could sneak in to. That ended when Debbie's mother went to work in the ER of Hermann Memorial and was on call most nights. Ethan was practically forced on them, and even at the tender age of eight, the little snot was sizing Beverly up. Yes, the cute little tyke wanted her; as if he knew something about sex. Frankly, it grossed her out to think Ethan was smiling at her. Sure, she was consider pretty, with satin-brown skin, long ginger hair, and dark brown eyes, but she didn't want a kid drooling over her. Yuck! As it always happened, Ethan was around because she and Debbie were inseparable. They were mad about the boys and were going to get to them, come hell or high water—even if they had to have Ethan right behind them. That was many stories and lifetimes ago. She had lost contact with Debbie, who had gotten married right out of high school to one of those boys they were hot over. Beverly went on to college to become a pharmacist. As far as Ethan was concerned, she hadn't any idea what happened to him. She just assumed he got hauled off to some institution for the sexually insane. Good for his little butt. Other than right now, she hadn't thought of him too much. The last thing she wanted to do on Devil's Night was working late doing the books. Her idea of a cozy, haunted night was to be in front of her television watching anything scary featuring her favorite, Mr. Vincent Price. Weirdos and slashers were her thing, for some reason. Maybe it stemmed from wanting to do away with Ethan years ago. Nonetheless, her work night was to be a long one—at least for another hour. She owned several pharmacies in the metro area and had to make sure everything was right before the following morning to sell packets of alcohol chasers to late night partyers. Yes, Halloween would be a big night—her pharmacy would make a mint on inebriation fixers and keep Houston hangover free. It wasn't quite closing time, and there were a few customers left to serve, plus another employee who hadn't left yet. Beverly was about to let her off early when another customer came in. She watched other customers leave and told her employee to take off; that she could handle the last guy who'd just came in. Carol really didn't seem to want to leave Beverly in there alone with a strange man on that particular evening—either that or Carol was checking out how fine his ass was and wanted to hook up with him later. No matter, Beverly made her leave so she could size him up instead. This gentleman was just browsing, and she didn't know if he'd come in for a prescription or what. After a few more minutes of staring his delicious ass down, Beverly decided it was time for him to either buy something or leave. She was tired and wanted to get back to the comfort of her own queen-size bed—alone. This man was cute, though, cute enough to share that big bed with. She couldn't help checking him out. Something about him made her stare, stare, stare. There was something more than an instant attraction, something familiar about him, but what? She noticed how his eyes would search her, then dart away like he was shy. Maybe it was a male thing—checking out the action. That was cool with her, because he was the sexiest thing that had ever stepped foot in there. Her usual customers were men in their seventies and eighties, humped over, and trying their best to flirt while flashing a toothless grin. That wasn't about to happen, not for her. If she was to take up with a man ever again, it would be the long, lean, sexy type, the type that was walking her way. The gentleman was definitely an attention getter, and she hated the fact that his very persona was close to flooring her. He was stacked, had dark curly/straight hair, and looked like the baseball player Alex Rodriguez (A-Rod), who was as fine as a needle in a haystack; a welcome sight! Beverly was actually a little nervous about speaking to him, for fear of mumbling gibberish. She cleared her throat. "Sir, we're about to close. Is there something I can help you with?" He walked up to the counter, and her legs got weak. He smiled and skyrocketed he straight to the moon. Even his teeth were pretty—straight, with no gaps or missing teeth, just perfect. He was damn fine walking DNA. Beverly was used to primates or single-celled organisms like Tony or her ex-husband, BJ, because that was all that approached her. She knew she was lovely—why couldn't she get the handsome ones? Even this man, she thought, was going to buy whatever he needed and then leave the store. As he approached her, he looked straight into her eyes. At first he didn't say anything, but she encouraged him a little. "Sir, are you okay? Can I get you anything? We are about to close." He leaned in to her with that delicious smile. "You sure the hell can get something for me, Beverly Stuart." Still the One Ch. 02 *Author's Note: I am so sorry it took me so long to finish this story. I go to school, raise my son, and look for work; it doesn't leave me much time to write my stories as much as I want to. Part 3 is on the way. Thanks for reading them and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. * That floored her. How did this stranger know her name? Her lab coat was thrown over the chair, and he couldn't see the name on it. Again she cleared her throat, "Excuse me? Who are you?" "You don't remember?" he added with a wrinkling of his forehead. Beverly stood there as patiently as possible, hoping he wasn't just a cute pervert. "I haven't any idea who you are, and to be frank, again, it's closing time." "Then I'll be frank with you. I'm Ethan Jacobs, Debbie Jacobs' brother. Do you remember me now?" Before she could even think to control her words, it came out. "Ethan? You can't be serious! That little chump that used to try to lift my skirt? For real, are you him?" "Don't I look like him? Mom says I haven't changed a bit." She walked through the swinging pharmacy door while saying, "For Christ's sake, Ethan. How the hell are you? I was just thinking about you." "You were thinking about me? The girl I thought hated my very soul!" "Well, you were a downright pest, but so are most little boys." He looked himself up and down. "I've changed a bit." "I'll say! Get over here and give me a hug." She delivered the biggest hug, something she never thought she'd give Ethan Jacobs. He was so tall and sexy, and he smelled so good—Gucci aftershave. His muscles showed even under the tweed blazer he was sporting, and she could just about feel everything on. Yes, he was definitely better than that little snot who worshipped the panties she walked in. He'd grown up nicely from head to toe. He used to be so skinny, but he was perfect now, tight, taut, and in all the right places. Beverly couldn't believe her eyes. It was the one and only Ethan Jacobs. Her fingers smoothed across his smooth cheeks. "How have you been? Where have you been?" "I'm doing great, got my own business here in town. I never left. I own a Lexus dealership on Richmond Avenue; doing the paperwork for another one. You know I always loved tinkering with cars—and with you." She wanted to melt right in front of him, but she managed a little self-control somehow. He kept talking while she tried not to be obvious in scouring him down to his very nucleus. He continued. "I have a little girl I just got custody of, and I've bought a new house." She had managed somehow to hear what he was saying but was still in dreamland imagining the size of his erection and how it would feel plowing into her. "Really? How old is she?" "Five and driving me crazy." "I remember just how insane you were as a kid. You couldn't keep still, and everywhere Debbie and I went, you were sure to go, like Mary's little lamb or something. I didn't even know how you found us most of the time, because we used to hide from you. Remember?" "I remember, but I was determined to find you, Bev, just like tonight. I didn't need anything in here but you." He smiled like something wild and sexy was inside him. That's what he was, wild and sexy, always had been—probably always would be. She was surprised he'd had only one child. Ethan took her hand and kissed it. "I've always wondered what happen to you. You were, and still are, the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life. The only thing was, I just didn't know if I'd ever have a chance with you. Yes, I know I was eight the first time I met you, but—" "Actually, you were five when I first met you, and you always had a runny nose." He grinned. "You have an excellent memory, but this is all about you, now. Even when I was ten, I wanted you. When I was thirteen, you were still the best game in town. When I turned fifteen, I thought you were so super-hot, I broke into hives just hearing your name. And believe me, men were calling your name a lot." "Really? How's that? I was never the precocious type." "Girl, all I can say is when a man sees you, he never forgets you. I sure remembered." "I see that. What took you so long?" "Fear, skepticism. Believe it or not, once I grew up, I got shy. But only around you. You'd speak to me when you saw me and actually treated me as if you really liked me. That set me off. I felt like I was human to you. I wanted to make my move on you then, but you moved away." She smiled and shook her head. "I simply can't believe you had that much of a thing for me. I thought it was just some silly crush that would go away the minute you hit middle school." "It went deeper than that, way deeper. You see, I found you after all these years. You just disappeared one day. What happened?" "I transferred to another university in California to get my degree. Your sister and I were out of contact by the time I returned to Houston, my other friends were either married or moved away. Back then, I just figured I'd leave, too; start over somewhere else. I didn't think anything was left here for me." She smiled into his eyes. "Apparently that wasn't the case." "It certainly wasn't. Had I known, I'd have searched the city to try and convince you of how I really felt." She wanted to tell him that she was here for him now, but wasn't that forward? She didn't really know if he was still that attracted to her. Maybe he only wanted to see her for sentimental reasons. His next sentence changed her mind. "I'm still going crazy over you, Beverly. I just can't help myself. You consume me." He looked down at his Rolex and then back at her. "Look, I know it's late, and you're probably very tired, but would you join me for a drink? My buddy Tad owns the new pub on Washington." After all these years....She couldn't get over the fact that she was accepting a drink with Debbie's younger brother. But she wanted to be with him now—though that was the last thing she thought she would ever admit to. Ethan was different now, a man—apparently a man who had a lot going for him. It wasn't a everyday occurrence for a black man to be an owner of a Lexus dealership and on Richmond Avenue at that. That was the ritzy part of town. "Sure, I'd love a drink about now. It's been pretty around here—you know, end-of-the month hell, getting prescriptions filled before the prices raise for the following month. I try to give my elderly clients every thinkable discount, because they deserve it. They've lived long enough to get respect from someone. The government sure doesn't do it." He smiled and kissed her cheek, feeling the glory of her soft skin against his hungry lips. "You always had a way of caring about others. Even me. I was a pain in the ass, but you and Debbie looked out for me once I found you." "Someone had to do it. God only knew you were stupid enough to run in front of cars." "The car would have gotten the worst end of the deal." "Maybe so. I'd hate to see anything happen to you now." She slowly released his hand. "Let me grab my coat." Ethan watched the love of his life whisk to the back and lock up. He looked at her pharmacy, realizing she'd done really well for herself. Somehow he'd known she would, but he was even more impressed with her: Beverly was a raving beauty with as much brains as loveliness. He was so thankful that she seemed happy to see him again. Beverly came out wrapping the belt of her leather jacket around her trim frame and laced her fingers around his again. "I'm ready to have that drink with Debbie's kid brother." Even she had to smile at the sound of it. So did he. "Kid brother, huh? How I'd love to show you how much of a 'kid brother' I no longer am." "One step at a time, Ethan. I'm still amazed at how tall you've gotten." She looked into his face with a lighthearted expression. "The second thing I can't get over is that you own a dealership." "Actually, in about two weeks I'll be the proud owner of a Mercedes dealership." "Unbelievable!" Once they were out in the unusually warm October air, she automatically headed for her Cadillac. "You deal with cars all day; let me drive. I know where Tad's pub is. Remember, he was a little pest just like you were. When you weren't trying to put Debbie and me into the nut ward, you were out being a menace to society with him." "You remember Tad well. He's still a hell-raiser." Ethan pulled her arm. "Ride with me. My Lexus is just over there. I'll bring you back to yours later—much later." There was that sexy grin again, ready, willing, and definitely able to melt her heart and a whole lot more. From the feeling between her warm thighs, she knew there was a new Ethan in town, and in such a sensuous body. It was warm and cozy inside his car, and he took off his suit jacket. He was wearing a smooth silk shirt and matching tie. Just watching him take off that tie made her panties super-wet. He leaned against the seat and started the engine. Years ago, she couldn't imagine the likes of Ethan Jacobs behind the wheel of anything but a Tonka truck. Times sure were different. He took her hand. "It's been a long time, Bev. What's been going on with you?" "Not a lot, just working for a living." "How long have you been in Houston without me even knowing it?" "Long enough to buy myself a couple of pharmacies, end a relationship, and try to live my life." "Then you're still single?" "Yes, divorced two years." "Who would divorce you?" "I divorced him. We weren't right for one another. I wanted monogamy; he wanted a harem. Plain and simple." He pulled into the street. "It sounds like he had the 'simple' part down to a science. What man in his right mind would want more than you? You'd be enough for any man—certainly enough for me, always have been." She smiled into his sensual eyes. "You have a way with words. It's working." "Hmm. How well are they working?" "Perfectly, Ethan." She didn't know what else to say because her emotions and libido were on overdrive. They drove to Tad's in silence, with hands joined and hearts growing warmer with fondness and anticipation. Minutes into listening to smooth R&B on Majic 102.1, the oversized neon sign of Tad's pub came up on the right. Ethan smiled at the sign. "He was always into big. Big fights, big women, and big drinks." "All except for him. He's still the same size he was eighteen years ago." "Yeah, all five foot five inches of him. For a little dude, he sure leads a big life." He leaned over and kissed Beverly's cheek again, coming so close to the corner of her mouth that he had to actually stop himself before he felt he'd get slapped. "Come on, let's get that drink." They walked into the dimly lit pub with country music playing in the background. Ethan wrapped his arm around her as he looked around for Tad. " Why in hell would a short, loud-mouthed black dude be playing Charlie Daniels's, 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia'?, " she asked. "Because he can, and because he's weird that way." Ethan looked across the room and saw Tad running their way. "He'll give us a table in the back. Is that OK with you?" "Sure." Tad reached over and pulled Ethan's hand. "Dude! Where you been lately?" Tad looked over and spied Beverly. A smile appeared on his face that stretched from ear to ear. "I see you've been taking in the action." "Don't you know who this is, Tad?" He took Beverly's hand in his. "Who the hell wouldn't know the queen of Houston? Bev, so good to see you. By the way, the article in Houston Monthly was outstanding. It really did you and your pharmacies justice." "Thank you, Tad. Glad someone actually read that." Ethan broke in, needing Beverly back in his corner. "I didn't, but I will. Tad, got a table somewhere in the back?" "You want some alone time with the beautiful Ms. Beverly Stuart, huh?" She blushed at the insinuation but followed along as Tad led them to a secluded spot in back. Tad pulled out her chair. "Secluded enough?" Ethan slid in close to Beverly. "Perfect. Just perfect. What do you want to start off with? Anything you want, you got. Tonight is yours." "Tonight is ours, Ethan." She thought for a second. "I'll have a glass of sherry." "Cutty Sark on the rocks for me." They both watched as the neighborhood loudmouth rushed off to fulfill their order, but within moments their eyes locked, and the air around them stood still. Beverly was first to break the silence. "What made you want to be a business owner? I figured you'd be a construction worker type who whistled at the first miniskirt that passed you." "You were the only woman I wanted to whistle at, but after you left, I decided to go to school, do something with my life. I got my MA in Business Administration, and bought my first dealership two years later." "Hmm, cute and smart." "Is that what I am to you now?" "Every step of the way." "I wish I had been that to you before you left town. I would have been the reason you stayed." "Frankly, the only thing that was on my mind was finishing my doctoral degree. Then came BJ, who at the time was the love of my life. That lasted a quick minute." "Right, the polygamy man. What a creep. All the better for me, though." He kissed her perfectly manicured fingers as the drinks came. With her hand still in his, he sipped his whiskey. "If I had been old enough to land you, you'd be my wife right now. No other woman does it for me, Bev." "What about your daughter's mother? What happened with that?" "Just about everything was my fault in the destruction of our relationship." "Why?" "Because she wasn't you, plain and simple." That one compliment filled her heart with more warmth than her nine-year marriage to BJ ever supplied. "It couldn't have been just you. There are always two sides to any failed relationship." "True. She wasn't ready to be a wife...or a mother. I'm ready to settle down, live with someone who absolutely takes me apart every time I look at her." She didn't know how to handle that. Ethan Jacobs was actually making her nervous, but in all the right ways. Beverly changed the subject in fear of him finding out that she was now a willing pawn in any chess game he wanted to play. "What's your daughter's name?" "Danica. The second love of my life." "And the first one is, let me guess, that gorgeous car in the parking lot." "Wrong. I'm looking at her. Beverly, I know you don't believe me, but I had to find you again. I was determined to see you once more, even if you blew me off." "Why would I blow you off? You're a perfect gentleman." "Maybe because when I want something, I never think I'm worthy of it." "You are worthy, Ethan, and I'm enjoying your company." "Enough to have another exciting evening with me?" "Sure. Besides, I want to meet Danica." Ethan nodded. "She asked me who you were when I mentioned your name once or twice. You stayed on my mind all this time." "Really?" "Absolutely, girl! That's why I'd love to take you out tomorrow night. What time do you close for the holiday?" "Depends on where you want to take me." He swallowed the rest of his drink. "I've got a great idea, something I've always wanted to do with you—a haunted house. Tomorrow is Halloween, you know." She moved closer to him, feeling the heat of his thighs against hers. "I am aware of that. I haven't done one of those in years." "I've got the perfect one, if you're game. It's out a little ways, but it's creepy enough." "A monster behind every corner?" "Better! Get this, Hideous Harry's Hellish Hayride and Haunted Haven. Sound fun?" "What in the world? That sounds like a place you'd come up with. It's a hayride, too?" "Yep! We can dress up, sit in the back of the hayride, and make out!" "No kids?" "None. It's strictly adults." "I've always wanted to go on a hayride." "Then let me take you on one. Say, about nine?" She sipped the last of her sherry. "Let's do it. Funny thing," she rubbed the back of his warm hands, wishing they were sliding up her thigh and into her panties, "I never thought I'd be on a date with Debbie's baby brother." "It'll be a hell of a date, too, like tonight. If only it could last longer." He looked at his watch. "I have to get Danica from her mom in about an hour or so." "We have until then, don't we?" He slowly reached over and took a chance on kissing the most delectable lips he's ever seen. The very impact of her lips on his stiffened an already super-stiff erection. He nibbled her top lip in long, succulent caresses, doing the same to her lower lip. The fact that Beverly was finally kissing him back loosened his body, made him relax to her overtures. His soft voice filled her ears. "God, Bev, I've wanted this so much. I used to dream of you, dream of doing this with you, taking you into my arms and making love to you all night. Is this real? Am I really with you?" She smoothed the front of his shirt, feeling his rippling muscles, glorying in the touch and aroma of an all-grown-up Ethan. "It's hard to believe, but this is real, Ethan." She kissed his lips again before pulling back, staring into his dark eyes. "This is so amazing." "Isn't it just? Come on, let's take a drive. Tonight is such a beautiful evening. Let's go to a park I know, take in the night air, sit and talk, get to know one another for a few minutes. Would you like that?" "No one's ever asked me that before. They usually led, and I followed." "Tonight is going to be different." * Stayed tuned for Part 3. Thanks for reading. Still the One Ch. 03 A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. I am in school, and I have a child to raise. I hope you enjoy this one. ***** His car smelled just as good as he did, like smooth, rich leather—a new car smell. "How long have you had this?" "Oh, not long. I had it shipped in about a month ago. You like it?" "It's beautiful." "Like you." He put his hand over hers and kept it there for what seemed to be minutes, but was only seconds. The thing was, she didn't want him to move it. His skin felt good on hers and she liked it—a lot. He took a deep breath. "We'd better get going before I get us in trouble. We're all alone here and I could get us in a lot of trouble, Bev—you know how crazy I am." The way he said that made her want to say, forget the park. Let's get naked. Then she actually did say it, and didn't even realize it at first. She was so taken by how fine and gentle he'd become. That took him by surprise. "I thought I'd never hear you say that to me." He brought her hand to his mouth and started sucking her fingers, every single one of them, nice and slow. Ethan excited her like no man ever had before, especially considering her marriage and dates with Pleistocene men. He was so different. What he was doing to her fingers put her in a trance. She took her other hand and caressed his cheek. Before long, her fingernails were tracing a line down his perfect nose to his lip line. All along, her quivering voice was saying his name over and over again. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first, Ethan." "Maybe I've changed." "No, you're still gorgeous." "You thought I was gorgeous?" "By the time you were in your teens, yeah. But I'd never have told you that. I should have recognized you, though. Do you remember those staring contests we used to have? I knew every inch of your face, right down to those small freckles on your cheeks." "Sure I remember and I never lost." "I wonder why that was. Better control than me?" "It was because I couldn't take my eyes from you, Beverly. I still can't. I know every part of your beautiful face, and it's even more beautiful every time I look at you." He placed her fingers on his chest. His urgent movements beckoned her fingers to work those buttons. She couldn't wait to unleash him. His body heat was radiating through his silk shirt already, and she could feel how finely chiseled his chest was; she couldn't wait to see it, taste it. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. She was drowning in him. She pulled back the unbuttoned shirt and raked her nails gently up and down his chest. "You aren't cold, are you?" "I've never been hotter." That was just fine because her lips went right to his erect nipples. Nothing had ever tasted that wickedly fantastic to her. The warm intensity of her tongue made him tense with each lick, and she made sure to leave lavish wet streaks across his beautiful bronze chest. He was smooth and wet, like human honey. He let the seat back and placed her hand over his erection, rocking it up and down with such friction, watching Beverly as she stared into his incredibly handsome face. "Ethan, let me—let me experience you." "It's right here for you, sugar. It belongs to you, always did." It was so hard and thick, practically touching his stomach. She really got to work on him after feeling all of that. Tender tongue massages continued to lap his chest while her fingers played with his navel and zipper, inching it down. It was practically splitting apart from the size of him, and when she reached in, she pulled it out—all of it, all nine inches. The man was packing! Ethan barely pulled away, needing to ask a question that needed an immediate answer. "Have you really thought of me before now?" She toyed with his lower lip, saying, "Every once in a while, but I never expected this." He wanted to say something, but her fingers covered his mouth. "We can talk later. Now, we make love." The decadence ensued as her tongue moved way down his chest, tickled his navel with sweet torture. Moments later she was experiencing what she knew he owned, taking what she knew was her destiny. She heard the click of the seat reclining, smiled in complete satisfaction, and then went all the way live on him. The very minute her lips made contact with his tip; she knew he'd be a habit, much harder to break than smoking or chocolate. Her lips covered him, getting almost all of him in, and slowly moved up and down, giving him the pleasure he deserved, the pleasure she yearned for. He'd waited so long, and it had been so unnecessary. Had he just found her sooner, her lonely life would have been so complete. That was then, and this was now. Ethan, Ethan—what a man, and what a world he was in. Beverly could hear his sexy voice just about howling, fogging up the windows. Man, he even tasted like heaven and she wondered then how good he'd feel inside of her. The very thought made her want to slide out of everything she had on. He was thinking the same thing. His hand slid up her skirt, feasting on the feel of her silk hip panties, relishing in the moisture her body emitted, knowing for damn sure what was to come. There was no stopping those two long fingers. He continued prodding, poking, pleasing her, taking her to that point, that magical point they could both share in with quivering waves of unbridled ecstasy. He was pleasing her in every possible way. His low voice murmured, "God, I knew you were wet and juicy like this." "Then don't stop," she breathed. He played her insides so expertly she could hear his fingers making contact with her nectar, a sound so incredible she did come by the sound alone. Her muscles gripped his fingers and held on tight. The deeper he went into her, the more her tongue circled the underside of his erection. She moaned, "Ethan, take me there. Take me there." He slowly moved his fingers out and took her face into his hands. "Your place or mine? I've gotta have you, Bev. I am so losing it over you." "Right here, right now." No words; he just followed her command. He faced her, slid off her jacket, then the blouse and bra, kissing each nipple and circling them with a slow, wet tongue...driving her to drink, but from his well only. He licked and sucked them so hard that she thought she was going to lose her mind. Then she wriggled out of her panties somehow. Within seconds, the seat was reclined to its lowest position, exactly the position Ethan ached for, and he slid her onto his erection. Her core contracted around him, and it felt out of this world. He filled her inch by glorious inch as they wrapped their tongues around one another's. He kissed so sensually, lapping her into a frenzy while blowing the bottom out of her tenderness. He was rocking her so hard the car was bouncing. Beverly thought the guy was going to have to get new shocks for the car the next day. He didn't look like he cared and neither did she. Hell, she'd be happy to buy the shocks for him. Her fingers twisted around the strands of his hair while his strong arms held on to her. She could feel those tight muscles. He was strong enough to hold her forever, and she loved it. She never wanted to let him go. The more he pounded into her, the more she was pulled toward the ultimate release, a sexual vortex. It was as though she were racing into oblivion, but she wanted to make it last. Beverly held on for as long as possible, giving him all he needed. But the feeling was too hard to subdue—that wonderfully insane tension was draining her, making her want to come with this man like never before. When his rocking motion spread her like an eagle's wings, she let go, rode the wave, and never looked back. He stared at her as her orgasm showed upon her face. The sight of watching her in that tremendous moment almost left him speechless, other than what had to be said. "You're so beautiful. You're so incredibly gorgeous, and I love every part of you. Always have—ohhh—" At that, he came, spilling all of God's rain into her tight spot. He pumped so much cum into her small body it flowed from her. She screamed in excitement again, rocked by another orgasm simply from watching him. She thought she was going to break his windows, having never wailed on a guy like that before. When they finished, she looked into his flushed brown face and kissed him again. Her body was still twitching and squirming because of him, and it felt so good. He was still inside her, slowly pumping, getting the last bit of sex before they both collapsed. He rubbed his hands up and down her back. "Let me take you home with me tonight, every night for the rest of our lives. I've waited long enough now, Beverly. I have to have you." She didn't reply right away, just looked for her clothes, slowly coming back to reality. "What about your daughter?" "She can stay with her mother a little longer. You'll love Danica." "I can't wait to meet her." She straightened in his lap and looked at him seriously. "I hope I wasn't too forward tonight. Should I have waited?" He brushed the hair from her face and smiled. "Too forward! Baby, I've waited my entire life for you. No, you were right on time; don't ever think otherwise." Beverly kissed the tip of his nose. "We'd better go. I want more of you, but in a bed where I can see everything, and on a night where we can be totally alone without you having to rush back. You promised Danica, so you should go to her." "Can you wait another night? Because I know it'll be damn hard for me." "Of course I can. Your child comes first." She sat down and helped him put all the goodies back in order, both his and hers. She began to get dressed, an awkward process inside a car, smiling to herself. Ethan had gotten her clothes off a lot faster than she could get them on. "How's Debbie doing? I haven't seen her in ages." "Great. She and Ward live in Nevada with their five kids." "Five kids? Wow! Why aren't you in Nevada with them?" "I wanted to stay here." "Was it worth the wait?" "After what we just did, what do you think?" "I think I've been missing out on something really wonderful, and that includes the man himself, not just the body. It proves that silly baby brothers grow into sensual smart men." She finished buttoning her blouse as Ethan watched. She could feel his eyes scanning her, watching every move. "You really have a flame for me, don't you?" "More like a five-alarm fire." "Is Ward still head-over-heels in love with Debbie?" "Those two make out whenever they get a chance. Of course, who's to say I won't do the same with you?" "Then Debbie must still be the knockout she was before." "She's still pretty and tall, but she has gained thirty pounds. She says getting pregnant will do that." "I guess so, after five kids." Ethan kissed her hand. "You ever thought about having your own little angels?" "I used to think about it, but the marriage was all wrong. I unfortunately married a man whose grandfather created the revolving door." "What?" "I'm serious. BJ's grandfather Willis created the first working revolving door, and the talent stayed in the family, apparently. BJ turned the door of my house into just that, a revolving door. Bitches galore were flying in and out of there, spinning that door so fast it even made his head spin." "Didn't he see that he had the best thing in town?" "I was good to him, really good. Probably too good." Ethan turned her face to meet his, their lips barely apart. "You can be good to me, and believe me I'll more than appreciate it." Beverly felt her insides warming again as he kissed the corners of her mouth in tiny nibbles. "Ummm, Ethan, we'd better stop before we end up in bed." "That's my plan, girl. That sweet nectar you gave me just a little while ago can't sustain me for long. I've waited my life for you, and nothing but all of you will suffice. I'm hooked, have been for years, and now that I've truly tasted the forbidden fruit—well, if you thought I was a pest back in the day, you haven't really seen anything yet." What she saw in his eyes was total sincerity, unlike the other men she'd been with, Ethan kept it real. For tonight, she told herself, not quite willing to believe it could be forever. She had to think this through. "Ethan, I would love to spend more time with you, but I know you have to get Danica." "You would love to spend more time with me?" "Amazing, but true." Ethan laughed. "If I keep hanging with you, I'll go plum mad from desire. However, you're right. I did promise my baby...that is, my little baby...that she could spend time with Dad before her grandma takes her from me tomorrow." "So, who's your 'big baby'?" Pretending as if she hadn't a clue. "You! Is that what you wanted to hear?" She rolled her eyes and then looked at him. "Yes, actually. I can't believe this. I'm here with Ethan, making love, wanting to make more love, and enjoying every part of you." He cranked the engine. "Get used to it. I plan to hang around forever." They turned into the parking lot of Stuart's Pharmacy, and Ethan kissed her again, hating to let her go, itching to get back into her love as soon as he could. "You know I'm trailing you home, Beverly. It's late, and I wouldn't want anything happening to you now that I really have you." "You don't have to. I get home by myself every night." "Not now that I'm in the picture. Give me your number so I can call and kiss you good night with loving words." She scribbled on the back of a business card. "I'll put the phone in bed with me." "I'd rather it was me." "I don't think you have to worry about that." Ethan opened her car door and secured her inside before he returned to his car. When she drove off, he sat there shaking his head, thanking God again that he had found her—and wondering what would happen next. Being with Beverly made him think of down home, blue-lights-in-the-basement parties, and slow dancing...very slow dancing. It also made him think of the downright dirty lyrics that James Brown screamed into the mic. He turned on his CD player and selected number eighteen. Automatically, James screamed out, "Please, Please, Please," his second favorite song by the famous artist, second only to "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag." Yes, Ethan knew he had a brand-new bag, and it came in the form of a five-foot-seven inch, dark brown-haired beauty named Beverly. There were no James Brown tunes in Beverly's head, but there was an incredible feeling in her heart...and in her body. The thought of Ethan's lips covering hers made the churning in her core almost unbearable. Remembering how Ethan's hands had slid between her thighs, making her sex so super-hot made her twist and turn in her bed. Never in a million years did she think the likes of Ethan Jacobs would turn her body into a quivering mass ready to detonate at his very command. After two years of nonstop work to establish her pharmacies, she was ready to experience life again. Her evening with him had been way too short. Ethan, coming back to her out of the blue, was everything she wanted a man to be: attentive, sweet, and handsome as the dickens. He took sex to an entirely new level. Fantasizing his body swiftly in and out of hers made her react, react to the point that her fingers moved to her still-moist core, feeling where he had played until his satisfaction erupted all over her. Her tempo increased, making her fingers slide between her wet folds with almost as much precision as his. Sexual satisfaction was but seconds away, and her mind's eye could only conceive of one thing; Ethan's bare chest, and how his tight, hard nipples felt against her tongue. A sweet sensation exploded inside her as she imagined Ethan hovering over her, pumping inch after inch of his hot, stiff cock into her. In her mind, she could see herself reaching for and smoothing his raging shaft, guiding it deeper into her, pumping her, teasing her, heaving up and down as he thrilled every part of her. Her body jerked, and her soft, smooth voice called to a man who was only there in memory—but what a memory he was. The sheets fell from the bed; her legs parted farther and farther as her make-believe lover turned her out. She felt like the freak of the week, and for once, was glad to have that daunting title. When she returned to herself, she looked around the room in a haze. The moon shone brightly into her window, casting eerie shadows of a nearby tree. Her gown was bunched between her thighs, and she knew her hair was a fright, but the dream was well worth it. Was that what it was, a damn dream? Was Ethan simply a dream? If so, why him? She bounced from bed and looked into her mirror. The hickey he'd given her was still on the side of her neck. It looked sexy for some reason, and she delicately rubbed it, making sure it was really there instead of something manufactured by an overactive mind. She smiled at the tender bruise, liking the fact that it was real and that he had given it with such passion. She returned to her bed and pulled the scattered covers above her still-heaving chest. Within minutes Beverly slipped into sleep with one thing on her mind—seeing Ethan again the next night. There are two more parts left, and I hope you enjoy this story. I appreciate your patience with me.