Yours Book 3: Life Mastered Page 10

  Sephora

  Oh my, God, Lilla is so gorgeous. She is the perfect mix of Luke and Kimmie. I mean absolutely perfect and she already has Luke wrapped around her tiny little finger.

  Kimmie is going to kill me when she finds out that I recorded Lucian’s surprise to her. I got every tear, every sweaty braid plastered to her face, and every single sweet word Lucian said as he gifted her the world for giving birth to their daughter.

  It was the sweetest thing ever. My brother proved without a doubt that he loves Kimmie and that he had just been taking care of her all along. I sobbed right along with Kimmie as I watched on. I want them to have a happily ever after more than anything.

  I think I am a little less pissed at them. However, I am fuming at Nick for knowing about Kimmie and Luke and not saying a word to me. I had planned to give him the silent treatment, but that went out the window when I looked into his eyes.

  I knew right out of the gate that something was wrong with him. I have asked, but he keeps telling me that it is nothing. I know he is lying to me, and it is pissing me off more.

  That was a month ago. I hardly see Nick these days. I don’t know what is going on, but I am getting frustrated. Heck, I am frustrated with everything these days. I really am getting so huge so fast.

  So I feel fat, I am always hot, all this hair is driving me crazy now because I am always so freaking hot and fat. Top that with the fact that I rarely see my husband, I’m horny as fuck, my husband is keeping secrets, and I feel like he is avoiding me because I am fat. What do you get? A horny, angry, fat, black woman that is pissed off and thoroughly frustrated.

  I huff and push my hair out of my face for the millionth time. I am ready for this. I need change. I need control. So the hair has to go.

  “Are you sure about this,” Amy asks me for the fourth time as she bites her lip and looks me in the eyes through the mirror.

  “Yes Amy,” I sigh. “I need a change. Yanno, something new. All this hair is hot, and it is getting harder to manage. Please, I want it just like that,” I point to the photo I handed her when I sat in her chair.

  Amy gulps and nods her head. “Okay,” she exhales. “Here goes nothing.”

  Amy gathers the back of my hair combing it into a low ponytail just below the nape and ties it off. She gives me one more look in the mirror, as she bites down harder on her lip and lifts a questioning brow at me. I nod my head, and she lifts the scissors to my ponytail. I close my eyes as she clips the hair away.

  I release a shaky breath and open my eyes. Amy is holding my hair up in her hand looking at it in awe. Oh my God, what have I done? I close my eyes again and will myself not to freak out.

  “Just finish it, please,” I whisper.

  “Okay,” Amy says quietly, and I swear she is mourning my hair with me.

  I keep my eyes closed for the rest of the haircutting and styling, even as Amy faces the chair away from the mirror. It is too late to change my mind. I am going to have to see this through now. I love the hairstyle I chose. It is a cute and stylish style that I think my sister would totally encourage me to get.

  The bob cut is meant to be longer in the front. Longer on the right side than the left. The right side meeting my collarbone and the left a little under an inch below my chin. To say I am nervous to get my first look is an understatement. I have hidden behind my hair for years.

  However, I do feel a little tinge of liberation. I made this choice, and I am doing something that makes me fill in control at the moment. I don’t know what to do about Nick. Trust me, I gave up on trying to control my weight gain two months ago. Even the business has too many hands in it right now to make it a success, which I don’t mind, but I need something. So this is something I have rights and claim to right now.

  “Mrs. Lincoln,” I hear and open my eyes to see Amy’s cheery eyed assistant. She is smiling at me and holding out a letter in her hand. “This was just dropped off for you.”

  I wrinkle my brows. Winston would have brought it to me himself. Nick doesn’t know I am here as far as I know unless Winston told him I changed my morning plans. I was supposed to have brunch with Ettie and do some shopping for the babies before I head to my doctor’s appointment this afternoon.

  Nick texted me to tell me he would meet me there later, and I haven’t bothered to answer him back. I was boiling mad after an hour went by and he didn’t text again or call to see why I didn’t respond. That is when I decided to come here.

  “Who dropped it off,” I ask.

  “He didn’t leave a name, but he was so hot,” she rolls her eyes into the top of her head and fans herself.

  I giggle thinking that maybe Winston did tell Nick about my change in plans, and he dropped by to surprise me. I take the letter from her and eagerly open it. I pull out the white sheet of paper and read it.

  My hand starts to tremble, and I feel the color drain from my face. I blink a few times trying to comprehend what I am reading. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears.

  “Sephora,” Amy calls my name in concern, but I don’t answer. “Sephora are you okay?”

  I still don’t reply. I just stare at the words on the paper. My mouth goes dry, and I feel like I am going to heave.

  Tell him to stop. We have to stop them before they ruin the only family we’ve got left. Tell him to stop for the babies. This has gone too far. It is getting out of hand, and it is getting too dangerous. You stop him, and I will take care of the problem. Nick needs to stop now. I’ll be in touch soon.

  -A concerned friend.

  “What the hell,” I mutter in stunned shock.

  “Heather, excuse me, Heather,” I call to Amy’s assistant as she talks to one of the girls at another station.

  Heather turns her cheery eyed smile back to me, but her smile wobbles a little when she sees the panic on my face. She rushes back over to where I am sitting.

  “Is everything okay? Can I get you something,” she rushes looking down at my belly.

  “Who gave you this? Can you tell me what he looked like,” I demand a little more sharply than I mean to.

  “Uh… he was tall with dreamy blue-green eyes, dark hair. Although, I think it was a dye job. He was hot,” she shrugs her shoulders.

  I groan inwardly because that really isn’t a helpful description. I crane my neck trying look up front, but know it is futile because the stylist chairs are in the back of the spa behind partitioned walls.

  “Are we almost done here,” I ask Amy.

  “Sure, sure,” Amy says combing her fingers through the front of my hair before she turns me to the mirror. I am in such a hurry to leave; I take a glance in the mirror for Amy’s sake before I push up to stand.

  I barely register that she has done a great job. The hair looks just like the picture but better. I pull cash out of my wallet quickly and pay Amy with a generous tip.

  I quickly pull my phone from my purse and dial, Nick. I am distracted walking to the SUV Winston has been waiting for me in as I wait for Nick to pick up. I growl as the phone rings for the fourth time. Just when I get ready to hang up Nick answers.

  “Hey Baby,” Nick answers distractedly.

  “Nick, whatever you’re doing you have to stop. I just got a letter. They’re threatening the babies,” I say into the phone as my voice quivers.

  “What,” Nick roars into the phone. “Where are you? Who gave you a letter? Sephora, where is Winston?”

  Nick rattles off question after question as I cross the street to the SUV. Winston steps out and rounds the truck to open the door for me. His phone rings and he pulls it out as I make my way to him. We are both distracted as suddenly the sound of screeching tires fills the air.

  Out of nowhere a big body pushes into my back. A body covers mine shoving me towards the truck. Gunshots ring out, and I start to scream. Nick is yelling frantically in my ear as I hold the phone and freak out. I feel an arm band around me and lift me into the truck.

  “Get her out of here,” a deep voice with a
n Irish accent growls. “Now!”

  The door slams shut before I can get a good look at the giant that just threw me in the truck. Winston is in the truck seconds later, and we are speeding off. I am trembling, and my phone is forgotten as it lies on the floor of the SUV.

  “Seatbelt, Sephora,” Winston yells as he maneuvers the truck.

  I put it on with shaky hands. I know I am in shock. Someone just tried to kill me. This is not a game. Someone just tried to take my life, my children’s’ lives.

  Well, fuck that, Sephora. Enough is enough. They have come for you, now you go for them. No more secrets, they want war. Well, you have the nuclear bomb. It’s time for Nick to know everything you know.

  You’re damn right. They came after my babies. They have fucked up now. I’m not the old Sephora, I don’t have to run. It’s time to fight.

  chapter seventeen

  Safe

  Nick

  I am going crazy as I pace the living room. There are men all around me, members of my security team, Luke, Noah, Wyatt, Ryan, Braxton, Craig, Andrew, and George. Everyone rushed over as soon as the news that my wife was almost run down by a car got out.

  This motherfucker tried to hurt my baby. No, fuck that all of my babies. We were going to find out the babies’ sex today. I have been looking forward to it.

  I know I have been distant, and Sephora has been frustrated with me, but I have so much shit on my mind, and I don’t want to bring her into it. For the last month, I have been trying to track the shadow trail that this phantom has left.

  We still can’t figure out how he is doing all of this. Everyone we have spoken to swears to my face they dealt with me when conducting business, completing transactions and providing services. The genuine confusion on their faces is baffling.

  They have all greeted me as if we have met before when I have never conducted business with any of them. I’ve never met them before showing up to find out what the fuck has been going on.

  It has sucked up all my time, and I haven’t been that much of a husband to my wife. So when I was sitting in the middle of yet another baffling meeting and my wife called me frantic about a letter and then I hear all hell break loose on the other end of the phone I thought I was dying.

  My heart literally stopped. I am still questioning whether or not it has started up again. I feel helpless as I pace the floor waiting for my wife to walk through the door.

  I wanted to go to her, but Kevin and his team advised me to let Winston get her home safely. It has only been twenty minutes since I arrived home, but that is still twenty minutes before Sephora and twenty minutes too long.

  I run my hand through my hair and growl in frustration again. I think I have done so every twenty seconds. At this rate, I’ll be bald by the time Sephora walks through that door.

  I stop mid-pace when voices travel from the front of the house. I recognize one as Luke demanding answers. I hadn’t even noticed he is no longer in the room with me.

  Before I can head in that direction, a frazzled looking Sephora stumbles into the room. I rush to her and pull her into my arms. I hold onto her as tight as I dare. I breathe her in and thank God that she is real.

  When I release her, I cup her face in both my hands to look her over. Her eyes are wide and wild, and her bottom lip is trembling, but I can tell she is trying to hold it together.

  I run my hands down her neck, over her shoulders and down her arms checking for scrapes or bruises. When I find none, I place my hands on her belly needing to connect with my wife and children all at once. That is when it occurs to me that something is out of place.

  My eyes bounce over Sephora’s hair taking it in. She looks fucking gorgeous. My innocent little butterfly is gone. She is nowhere in sight. The woman standing before is edgy, hot as hell and new.

  I palm the back of her neck and devour her lips. I groan into her mouth as she gasps and opens for me. It has been too long since I have had her since we have kissed like this. I deepen the kiss and place my free hand on the small of her back bringing her in closer to me.

  I have forgotten about everyone else and that there is a room full of people surrounding us. My hand slides down and cups her lush ass that has only gotten fuller with the pregnancy. My erection is poking her in the belly as I hold her to me.

  I only break the kiss when I hear throats start to clear around us reminding me we are not alone. I almost lost my wife today. Before I can do anything else, I need to make love to her. I need to feel her wrapped around me.

  I have been avoiding intimacy because I have felt like I have failed her. I have brought her into a mess that I haven’t even been able to wrap my own mind around, but I need her now. I can no longer deny us what we need.

  I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her from the room heading for the rooftop. It is the only place that we can have some privacy right now. The kind of privacy I need to make her scream for me. I want to make love to my wife and then give her a good fucking.

  I push open the sliding glass doors, and we walk out on the roof. I shut the door behind us and lead Sephora over to a chaise lounge. I sit on the side of the lounger and pull her in between my legs. A part of me notes that she still hasn’t said a word. I know she must still be in shock from the events that have happened, but I am going to make that all better.

  “Are you okay, Baby,” I ask as I run my hands up her calves and under her dress. I caress her soft skin, up and down, making her shiver.

  “They…I…there was shooting, and a car. They tried to hurt our babies,” Sephora says after blinking a few times. It is as if she is talking to herself trying to rationalize what just happened.

  “I know, Sweetheart. I’m going to fix it,” I reassure her as I pull her panties from under her sundress.

  I lift her left foot, removing her foot from the flip-flop then the thin fabric of her lacy panties. I love the fact that she still wears sexy lingerie even with her growing belly. I remove the other shoe and toss her panties aside when I get them from around her ankle.

  I pull her down to straddle my lap. My eyes travel over her hair once again, taking in her hot as fuck new look. I push a hand into the back of the shorter hairs and lock my fingers into them.

  “I love this,” I say as I bring her face close to mine. “You look so gorgeous. So fucking sexy. My sweet little Sephora is all gone,” I rasp and nip her bottom lip. “I like this woman she has become.”

  I finger the right side of her hair behind her ear. I watch her eyes search my face. I keep my eyes locked on hers, and I reach between us to release my aching cock.

  Sephora’s eyes fill with lust as she licks her lips. Shit, I need inside her. It is the only way my heart and mind will allow me to acknowledge she is really here; she is really safe.

  I nod my head at her, and she takes it for the queue it is. Sephora moves her hips forward and sinks down onto my cock as I hold it at the base. I move my hand from my cock to her waist as we both cry out.

  She feels so good, just what I need. I reach to bunch her dress up around her waist so I can watch as she rides me. Her belly is covering where we are joined, but it is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

  I tug the hand full of her hair back, causing her back to bow and her full breasts to push forward into my face. I bend my head to kiss the top of her mounds. First the right and then the left.

  Sephora has already broken into a sweat. I run my tongue across her breasts to capture the salty moisture. I groan when her pussy clenches around me in response.

  I can feel my cock swelling inside of her. I am so turned on. I am in awe of how much I love her with short hair. I love her long locks and the shy way she used to hide behind it, but this new look has my cock swollen in a new way.

  “Yes, Baby, ride that cock,” I grunt. “I missed this pussy so much.”

  “Nick, I want you,” Sephora moans loudly, despite me already being inside of her but I know what she means. It isn’t enough. Her baby bump isn’t allowing u
s to be as close as I need to be to her.

  I release her hair and cup her face as I pull it to me to kiss her deeply. She whimpers in my mouth as I taste every corner and cavern in her sweet, warm, wet mouth. Her pussy is so wet and tight. I am at last in my favorite place, but I want to drown even more.

  I grunt when Sephora lifts up and off of my shaft. She drops to her knees before me as best she can before I can protest she has me in her mouth. My head falls back and the air whooshes from my lips as she sucks me deep.

  The sky has never seemed more beautiful than it does at this moment. The blues mixing with the orange and purple seem ethereal as Sephora takes me to heavenly places with her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I hiss.

  Sephora just hums around me and continues to suck on me. I lean back on my palms on the lounger and let her have her way. My eyes roll back and I shut them as Sephora’s ministration becomes more vigorous. I place my hand back in her hair and guide her up and down my shaft. My toes are curling in my shoes.

  Sephora reaches for my slacks and pulls them further down my hips. I lift up to help her get them down to my ankles. I shudder when she flicks her tongue over the tip.

  I open my eyes and look down at her. I nearly come on the spot when my eyes meet her golden-grey orbs. The look she is giving me through her lashes sends tingles up my spine. Seeing her mouth full of me and those gorgeous full lips wrapped around me is nearly too much.

  “Yes,” I groan. “Just like that. Yes.”

  It has been too long since I have come inside of her and I don’t want the first time to be in her mouth. I tighten my grip to halt her motion as she deep throats me. I have to gulp down a healthy amount of air to keep from exploding.

  Sephora releases me with a pop, my precum and her saliva mixed are hanging from her lip. It is some seriously sexy shit when she licks it from her lip and moans. I lift a brow at her and smirk.

  “Come here,” I command huskily. I release my hold on her hair.

  My wife lifts to her feet, using my thighs to help push her up. Leaning forward I reach for the hem of her dress and pull it up over her head. I toss it away and reach for her hips. Sliding my hands up her sides, I place kisses along her belly.