should’ve been halfway home by now, he told himself. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. The memories of her straddling his hips and riding him aroused him, but he drifted off to sleep.
§
Linden tossed his luggage into the trunk of his yellow Hummer. He whizzed out of the airport parking lot. He was in a hurry to get home and to call Shay.
His right hand turned on the radio, and his left hand held the steering wheel as he took the ramp at the speed of twenty miles an hour, instead of the minimum ten. The Baltimore-Washington Parkway was bumper-to-bumper traffic as he eased into the middle lane. Anita Baker’s song, “Sweet Love,” crooned to him. His thoughts lingered on that special night after the jazz festival.
Shay dripped warm, white chocolate all over his lower body. Her lips had tried to suck him dry. She fell back on his stomach inhaling deeply until he was erect again.
Linden noted the surprised look on Shay’s face when his rod stood at rapt attention. He was thinking of the lonely nights ahead when she would no longer warm his bed. He reversed their positions, unrelentingly thrusting into her pussy—once, twice and a third time, until he exploded flooding her vaginal walls. Shay purred like a sated kitten. He loved the cry of passion from her sweet lips as she climaxed and her pussy spasms held him prisoner.
Shay can hold me prisoner for the rest of my life.
Feverishly, they made love again until he fell asleep with the biggest grin on his face.
The screech of tires and the smell of burning rubber brought him out of his musing. The sudden downpour made driving on the parkway slippery, and his vehicle went into a tailspin. With both hands griping the steering wheels, Linden fought for control of his Hummer.
Oh God, I’m going to hit that tanker truck ahead!
“Shay!” Linden cried out, seconds before the crash.
Chapter Eight
“Linden!” Shay cried out not knowing that he was calling out to her, as well.
She bolted off the sofa, trembling. A shiver passed over her. Dazed, she looked around her living room. The television was blaring. It was three A.M ., on Sunday morning. She had fallen asleep on the sofa with her cordless telephone in her hands, waiting for Linden’s call.
“He never called,” she said out loud.
Disappointed, Shay dialed his home and cell phone for the fifth time. Both calls went straight to voicemail. Angry, she walked into her bedroom, stripped down to her bare flesh, and eased into bed.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! She thought, taunting herself.
Shay beat on her pillow as if she were hitting Linden’s body. She was angry with him and herself for believing they could possibly be more than an island fling. Tears fell down her cheeks when she finally lay her head on the pillow.
Seconds later, she jumped out of the bed, remembering the black velvet box Linden slipped into her hands on her way to the airport. He asked her not to open it until he called her. She went in the living room searching for it. It slid into the cushion of her sofa when she had fallen asleep. She opened the box.
A platinum diamond star pendant was boldly displayed inside of the box. It was exquisite, and the weight of the diamond was at least a carat and a half. She took the pendant and placed it on her neck. She felt closer to Linden when she rubbed it. He seemed sincere when he said he’d call her that night. They were going to try out phone sex.
There has to be a reason for him not calling me, she thought.
She lay back down, but her mind returned to her tortured thinking: Linden never called. Tears slid down Shay’s cheeks. She gripped the diamond pendant as memories of their making love replayed in her head, until she drifted back to sleep.
§
When Shay woke up on Sunday afternoon, she called him and left several more messages. He still did not return her calls. She held the pendant against her neck and finally realized the present was really a goodbye gift.
He
§
Linden tossed his luggage into the trunk of his yellow Hummer. He whizzed out of the airport parking lot. He was in a hurry to get home and to call Shay.
His right hand turned on the radio, and his left hand held the steering wheel as he took the ramp at the speed of twenty miles an hour, instead of the minimum ten. The Baltimore-Washington Parkway was bumper-to-bumper traffic as he eased into the middle lane. Anita Baker’s song, “Sweet Love,” crooned to him. His thoughts lingered on that special night after the jazz festival.
Shay dripped warm, white chocolate all over his lower body. Her lips had tried to suck him dry. She fell back on his stomach inhaling deeply until he was erect again.
Linden noted the surprised look on Shay’s face when his rod stood at rapt attention. He was thinking of the lonely nights ahead when she would no longer warm his bed. He reversed their positions, unrelentingly thrusting into her pussy—once, twice and a third time, until he exploded flooding her vaginal walls. Shay purred like a sated kitten. He loved the cry of passion from her sweet lips as she climaxed and her pussy spasms held him prisoner.
Shay can hold me prisoner for the rest of my life.
Feverishly, they made love again until he fell asleep with the biggest grin on his face.
The screech of tires and the smell of burning rubber brought him out of his musing. The sudden downpour made driving on the parkway slippery, and his vehicle went into a tailspin. With both hands griping the steering wheels, Linden fought for control of his Hummer.
Oh God, I’m going to hit that tanker truck ahead!
“Shay!” Linden cried out, seconds before the crash.
Chapter Eight
“Linden!” Shay cried out not knowing that he was calling out to her, as well.
She bolted off the sofa, trembling. A shiver passed over her. Dazed, she looked around her living room. The television was blaring. It was three A.M ., on Sunday morning. She had fallen asleep on the sofa with her cordless telephone in her hands, waiting for Linden’s call.
“He never called,” she said out loud.
Disappointed, Shay dialed his home and cell phone for the fifth time. Both calls went straight to voicemail. Angry, she walked into her bedroom, stripped down to her bare flesh, and eased into bed.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! She thought, taunting herself.
Shay beat on her pillow as if she were hitting Linden’s body. She was angry with him and herself for believing they could possibly be more than an island fling. Tears fell down her cheeks when she finally lay her head on the pillow.
Seconds later, she jumped out of the bed, remembering the black velvet box Linden slipped into her hands on her way to the airport. He asked her not to open it until he called her. She went in the living room searching for it. It slid into the cushion of her sofa when she had fallen asleep. She opened the box.
A platinum diamond star pendant was boldly displayed inside of the box. It was exquisite, and the weight of the diamond was at least a carat and a half. She took the pendant and placed it on her neck. She felt closer to Linden when she rubbed it. He seemed sincere when he said he’d call her that night. They were going to try out phone sex.
There has to be a reason for him not calling me, she thought.
She lay back down, but her mind returned to her tortured thinking: Linden never called. Tears slid down Shay’s cheeks. She gripped the diamond pendant as memories of their making love replayed in her head, until she drifted back to sleep.
§
When Shay woke up on Sunday afternoon, she called him and left several more messages. He still did not return her calls. She held the pendant against her neck and finally realized the present was really a goodbye gift.
He
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