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  Chapter 150

  He couldn't get to sleep. Not a solid, straight-through-the-night, sleep.

  Jake lay on his stomach in his new, freshly made, comfortable bed. A king size of all things, she'd gotten him. He smiled. Well, actually, she hadn't bought him per se, a king size, it was actually for the bed & breakfast. Yet, he was the first to sleep on it. That is, try to. He'd dozed off, and partway through the night, he'd been awakened. He sure hoped that Angela slept soundly. He lay there wondering if she ever heard them. It wasn't so bad in this room, this night. The other night however, while sleeping in the basement, that had not been good.

  He was forced to endure the agony of laying there and listening to his brother make love to Sylvia. They'd carried on for about an hour. Sylvia's gasps, whimpers, tiny squeals from whatever it was his brother was doing to her. Interspersed with his brother's low husky voice, saying things to her he couldn't make out. No doubt, they were words of love to stir and stimulate her. Certainly it had worked, he noted, as she struggled to quiet her climax; she'd failed miserably.

  Now, tonight, they were at it again. Waiting until deep into the night, hoping all were asleep. This night, the difference from the other night, only an occasional pant or cry carried through to him. What woke him was the headboard knocking against the wall. Just a few times in succession to alert him of what was going on. They must have shifted position to make it stop, and then carried on.

  Jake lay in bed - once again, coveting his brother. Not his brother's wife, although, there were times, when he needed to guard his thinking, his imagination. Sylvia was after all, very desirable. This was something his brother didn't fail to notice, as her unavoidable cry from cuming, testified to. It wasn't long following her, that his brother's low gruff exclamation sounded.

  No, as much as he'd wanted her in the beginning, she was not his to want. She was undoubtedly, Shawn's ... period.

  What he coveted was this entire set-up.

  This layout where he - Shawn Everett McPherson was commander and chief, the head, the roaring Lion - the man in charge. No matter what in his brother's life happened, no matter what he'd done in the past, Shawn somehow, always seemed to come out on top. For Shawn, there was no beating around the bush or fear to grasp and go for what he wanted. If he saw it, wanted it, he went for it.

  Jake knew that he was the same way - however with one twist. He'd never committed himself. He'd never mustered the nerve to commit his life to any onewoman. Loyal, faithful, and true to just one. He'd always cheated on whomever he was with, simply because, he hadn't been in love; never felt that sense of fear, that by his actions he might lose the one he was with. If he did, if they broke it off with him, he simply thought, "Next." And the line would move forward.

  With the house now slipping into silence from them obviously going to sleep, he lay thinking, imagining himself as the family head of his own home.

  Instantly, as if all was already decided upon, without pause, Vivian popped into place.

  Vivian in a domestic setting, wearing a feminine dress, fitting her incredible curves, with an apron on tied in the back. Jake smiled at the image. She was setting a table, this all in his mind. Placing flowers, arranging candles. He smiled, yeah - she would be like that. She was that kind of classy. He couldn't imagine ever coming home to her in sweats. She just didn't appear as a "sweats" kind of woman. But then, with a figure like hers, there was nothing to hide. Instantly his day/night dream turned because he could see himself, home from work, her turning to smile up at him, and him with one thing on his mind; making love to her.

  He imagined her, gasping in surprise as he took hold of her, placing her on the table, pushing the hem of her dress up, this while he ravaged her mouth. Moving a perfectly arranged set of dishes out of the way, as he made love to her right on their entirely too expensive table, that she would be afraid of him scratching.

  Jake chuckled at the image, and then groaned.

  He turned to his back and felt himself growing heavy. Reaching down, he adjusted himself, tempted to take care of himself. While he was in the mood to get it on, he was not in the mood for it to be with himself.

  It had been too long since he'd had someone. In fact, Edwina had been his last. He turned to look at the clock radio on the dresser. It was 2:45am. He laid there staring at the clock, his mind on his stupid words. Words he now wished he'd never uttered. "I won't be back." - "Yeah right, as if - a woman like that? You won't be back? Bullshit." He scolded himself, "Too damn weak, especially - when it comes to her. You know I'll be back dammit, you know I will." He muttered to himself in the dark.

  He was trying, he really was. Trying with everything in him to not think about her. Trying with everything in him not to remember what it had felt like to touch her. Trying to avoid the words she said. Trying not to think of her tearful declaration. That being,"... I was meant for you ..." He shook his head, running his hand over his face. He didn't want to be there, where he was, in Shawn's house, listening to him revel in the abundant richness of his home and glorying in having a woman, made for him, right at his fingertips. Loving her long and slow, deep into the night.

  Jake bolted up, sitting on the edge of the bed. He couldn't do it. He couldn't just lay there and ignore the pounding in his chest. He needed to see her again. He needed to look at her, hear her voice, listen to the way she rejected him the way no one else had. He smiled. Who was he kidding - now that he knew of her existence, there was no way he could just stay away from her. He just couldn't. He exhaled deep not knowing what to do. It was just his luck to get worked up over a woman hundreds of miles away. There was so much to do around here and he'd promised Shawn he'd help him out. He sat for a moment, thinking about all they needed to get done, and couldn't make himself lie back down. Instead, he got up and got dressed. Went into the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth, crept through the house, found his jacket and headed for the door. The hell with it, even if all they did was argue - then so be it. He'd call Shawn in the morning. Then stopped in the basement where he'd come down to leave and realized he no longer had a phone.

  He went into Shawn's office and wrote him a note and stuck the post-it on his computer monitor.

  Then headed out - for Chicago.

  He figured it would be close to six in the morning by the time he got there, and didn't waste a moment on the highway, praying as he flew that no highway patrol would catch him doing 75 to 80mph. He didn't dare push it to go any faster. Yawning and growing tired, he turned on his radio and blasted the country station, listening to Kenny Rogers and some other old favorites. He made it to Chicago in record time, and went straight to Vivian's. Yes, he was aware that she had to work, so he would have to wake her up. Maybe, just maybe he could persuade her to play a little hooky from work and come back to Wisconsin for the weekend, maybe blow the rest of the week. He wouldn't mind her being at the barbecue. He'd be damned if everyone else would be there with someone and he be left there alone.

  "Hmmm, will she consider that a date?" He thought out loud. "I'll just say, that Sylvia was wondering if you would come down sooner and since I was coming here anyway, I thought I'd take you back, that is, if you wanna go back with me?" He thought about that a moment, getting closer to her place. "What if she asks me why I came back? Oh! The old man with the leaky ceiling! Yeah... I'll use him as my excuse, what the hell."

  Jake thought that was a fantastic excuse.

  He parked a bit down from her place, the only area where there was a park. It was 6:20am and he hoped she was up already. It was light outside, the birds were singing and he was exhausted. He went to the door and knocked, waited, knocked, and waited. This is what sucked about not having his mobile. He stood on her porch a few moments, undecided. By the looks of things, nothing wit
hin stirred. He realized he was going to have to call her to let her know he was there. He stepped off of her porch, yawning and tired. He needed some sleep. Climbing back into his truck he realized something, he didn't know her number by heart. He'd programmed it into his phone and from that moment on, only had to find her name to dial her.

  "SHIT! Fuckin' cell phones! If it weren't for those bastards, I'd know her number by heart!" He started his truck, and took off for his place. The need to sleep was hitting him like a ton of bricks. When he arrived there, he went in and realized that there too, no phone. He hadn't gotten one put in yet. He would have to take care of that, too. For the time being, sleep... that's all he wanted, was sleep. When he woke, he'd go back by Vivian's, around the same time she got off of work. If he knew where she worked, he'd show up there, at her job. That was another thing that pissed him off, other than knowing she worked at a bank, he hadn't a clue which one, and where downtown it was. He would get all of these relevant details after a few hours of shuteye.

  He locked his doors coming in, went straight to his room, spotting the vanity. Bleary eyed, he uncovered it. Stroking it, admiring it, again he smiled. That was something else that needed taking care of. He had to figure out how to get that delivered to her, instead of it sitting up in his bedroom. Stripping, he climbed into bed and within a few moments, was out cold.

  * * *

  "Goddamn you, Jake!" Shawn muttered, reading the quick note from his brother,'Be back sometime today.' "Shit!" He crumbled it up, walking out of his office to fix breakfast again, only to meet his wife coming down the stairs. She was on the bottom step as he turned past the wall encasing them. "What are you doing up?" He asked smiling, walking over to her. She smiled back, giggling as he wrapped his arms around her waist, looking up at her, the step-up placed her breasts right in his face. Looking at them, he smiled, and growled.

  "Shawn - stop." She chuckled, as he nuzzled her breasts, his other hand boldly caressing the rounded cheek of her butt. "You've done plenty enough of that this week."

  "So what, I still wanna touch you. Smell you, feel you. Kiss you - kiss me." He seduced.

  Palming his face, she leaned down and kissed him. Starting out to give him just a gentle peck. That idea was squashed once his tongue worked its way between her teeth and into her mouth. Within seconds, her husband took over the kiss, hungrily sucking and drawing on her mouth - as if he hadn't made love to her the last two nights in a row. He lifted her off the step and turned, all the while continuing to devour her mouth. He was hard within seconds. Feeling it, Sylvia pushed him away. He had her back to the wall, and she suspected, he would try and have her again this morning.

  "No, Shawn! Now, stop it."

  "Ah, I've been careful, haven't I?" He murmured, kissing at her neck, nipping along her ear, making Sylvia draw up and giggle because his beard was tickling her.

  "I don't care, Shawn, I don't want to. Now stop it, you got your morning kiss, be happy with that. Move away and put it away, big boy." She smiled up at him with pussycat charm.

  Smiling, Shawn had little choice but to back up. He couldn't complain, she hadn't denied him, so he knew not to push it. Sylvia stood from the wall and glanced down at his erection, "Come on, suck it up, put it away." She pointed at it instructing, "Angela's up."

  "Oooh, s-s-s-suck - not a good word to be using, right now." He returned lecherously, following her to the kitchen counter.

  Sylvia laughed, shaking her head, "Quit bein' nasty! I'm beginning to think the more you get, the worse you get." She pointed out, leaning into the refrigerator to start breakfast and felt his hand on her bottom. "Get away from me and stop it!" She swatted back at him.

  "You know what, you better be glad you're pregnant already. If you weren't, guess what I'd be doing right now?" He had her cornered in the open refrigerator. "I don't wanna guess what you'd be doing right now - now get away from me, hoverin' around me. What were you fussing about when I came downstairs?" She asked, in an attempt to distract him.

  Giving up completely, Shawn stepped back, grumbling, "That goddamn Jake - sorry ass, has done a runner! He knows all we have to get done, but he's off somewhere - probably out tomcattin'! Horny bastard!"

  Sylvia gasped, "ACH! Oh no you not, Mr. Pot, calling the kettle black!"

  Shawn grinned and blushed, defending himself - "That's different, I'm married - and look what I'm married to. How else you expect me to act?" He flirted. Sylvia shook her head, it was amazing how easily he could maneuver things back to that. "Anyway, how do you know he's done a runner?"

  "He left a note, saying he'd be back sometime today, which means, he may not be back today."

  Sylvia stood thinking a few moments, wondering, "Did we get any phone calls last night?"

  "Phone calls from who? About what? What would a phone call have to do with Jake, that you know of?"

  Sylvia exhaled, "Sheila called me yesterday, told me that Vivian was attacked."

  "What?! What do you mean, attacked?" Shawn's whole expression and manner changed.

  "Someone snatched her purse on the way home from work, scared her really bad - Sheila says she was really shaken by it."

  "Son-of-a-bitch!" He spat, shaking his head. He looked up at her, "So, you think Jake found out?"

  "It may be the reason he took off, if he knows - that is. Would he take off up there, if he knew?" She asked.

  "I would hope so! He's another sorry, shithead that gets on my nerves."

  "SHAWN! Why do you have to talk about him like that?"

  "He gets on my fuckin' nerves! He's got an opportunity to get a damn-good woman, and he's too chickenshit to go for it! Heaven forbid he should take on the responsibility of being a man and committing himself to anyone. No! Not Jake, he would rather go around screwing everyone else's wife or woman, so he doesn't have to commit himself to them. The shit gets on my nerves! Far as I'm concerned, she should get over him - too damn good for him, anyway."

  "So, you don't think he really cares about her?" Sylvia asked, preparing breakfast as Shawn made coffee.

  "Hell yeah he does, quite possibly, he's in love with her. Problem is, like everything else in his life, he'll avoid it, run from it, botch it up. Fucker's-..."

  Sylvia slammed a pan on the stove cutting him off, he looked up surprised.

  "Shawn - I'm getting sick and tired of that F-word coming out of your mouth! When we met, and you were trying to get me, you were mister-perfect-gentlemen, now it's F-this, F-that! I'm gettin' sick of hearing it! So, if you can't think of another word to use, besides that F-word... don't talk to me! Don't talk around me!" She finished, with her hand on her hip, leaning on the stove waiting for him to say something back to her.

  Shawn stood there staring at her, taken by surprise at her outburst. Suddenly, his face broke into grin, like a chastised little boy. "Sor - ree." He was all teeth, making Sylvia laugh. "Don't make me laugh, Shawn! I'm serious! I don't use that kind of language and I don't wanna hear it!"

  "Sheila cusses! She cusses worse than me." He pointed out in his defense.

  "Oh no, you did not go there! What a childish thing to say! Are you 43 or 14? And for your information, when I get tired of hearing it out of her mouth, I tell her, too! But I don't live with her, do I? I live with you and I don't wanna hear it anymore."

  Shawn sighed, "Yes, ma'am." And went to approach her, when she put her hand out, "I'm not done yet! I tell you something else I don't like, that is slowly developing, and is gonna have to stop! I've heard Mundo and Crystal slip up three times, using bad language in front of me. That never use to be! YOU - have allowed them to use that kind of language in front of you - and now they think it's okay to transfer that freedom over to me. Oh no, no, no! I'm not having it! I know how white folks are,-..."

  "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa - what's it got to do with being white?"

  "Plenty! When I was growing up, black kids didn't cuss in front of their parents! They didn't dare! I didn't dare, neither did my brothers! I STILL don't cuss
in front of my mother; but white kids, man, I couldn't believe the things they got away with saying in front of their parents. White folks just carry on, just as if their kids had not just cussed, right in front of them! I could not believe it! That used to be the difference in white kids, and black kids. Now - today, all of them actin' a doggone fool! Everybody cussing in front of everyone, kids done got so bad, you got parents afraid of them! Not in this house! No, no - uh-uh! I ain't takin' it from my kids, I ain't havin' it out of yours! That includes that child upstairs getting dressed for school and the one I'm carrying; I ain't havin' it! So you better line 'em all up and tell 'em! You don't want me to tell 'em - I'll get going and I won't let it drop!-..."

  "Like now, for instance." Shawn mumbled low.

  Sylvia stopped, and with a blank expression of suspicion, her eyes suddenly narrowed, "What'chu say?"

  "I didn't say nothin'." Shawn denied, trying to get the coffee made.

  "Yes you did, you said somethin' - say it again."

  "Nooo! I ain't say nothin'!"

  "Em-hm, you said something! I heard what you said!"

  "If you heard what I said, why you ask what I say? What'd I say?"

  "I know what you said, I asked 'cause I wanted yo' butt to repeat it! You better straighten out yo' kids - King Mufasa. 'Cause they was straight when it was just me! Now, they cussing and carryin' on like they have lost they mind."

  "Yes, Queen Sarabi." Shawn returned, with the bow of his head.

  Sylvia slanted him a look, coupled with a drop in her hip and hand on it, "Now you tryin' to be funny."

  "You called me King Mufasa!"

  "Em-hm, talk to yo'kids, that's all I have left to say." Sylvia cut him a look, waiting on him to mumble something else, Shawn caught himself and grinned, "What? Don't look at me like that woman, I haven't said nothing. I'll talk to the kids."

  "I'm tellin' you, you better! You don't want me to get to slappin' people upside the head!"

  "Sylvia - I will talk to the kids, all of them!"