Smooth Jazz Ch. 07

"Rich people do coke baby." Connor pointed back to the grid.

"If Black controlled all these areas and went to jail, along with his top "dogs", then usually we would see what's called a drought."

"What's that?" Jazz asked, feeling quite non street smart.

"Oh girl, that's when a big drug dealer gets pinned, and since he's the primary server if you will to those major communities, him being locked up, crime, drug, and illegal activity goes down for a while, till new guys come take over."

"With Black being locked down we don't see that happen, during that time business is booming more than ever, and gathering some figures we found it's increasing."

"What does this mean though?" Jazz was starting to get nervous.

"It's common for drug dealers when in prison to keep a lock on things on the outside. Since Blacks posse was in prison with him, he must have found someone on the outside. Dirty cop scenario all the way." Connor explained.

"What Connor means is cops don't make a lot of money, sometimes they make deals with drug dealers and crooks to let shit slide for a fee or service. We think William got desperate. He started collaborating with Black to help him keep his drug thing poppin'"

Marcelo broke it down and Jazz stood and started pacing. She had a million thoughts running through her head.

"There was an investigation, at Williams's firm, not too long ago. They found drugs in a closet. A pound of coke, and they were during a thorough investigation to find out how they got there. During that time, me and William went away."

"He was so insistent on us going away because of the scandal; he was even considering leaving the firm. Then he always had money, more money on him than usual. It's the little things that's starting to make sense to me."

"William though, drugs, and money...criminal activity? He was always so straight and narrow. I don't understand."

"What's this got to do with me, you don't think I was helping him? Connor I wouldn't-"

"Calm down Jazz, of course I don't think that." Connor took her hand in his and rubbed it.

"Then why is he following me, haggling me and all this other bullshit."

"The property." Marcello said.

"There's something in that property. There must be. He's so insistent for a reason. He has to have drugs and money there."

"No way! I cleaned the entire place before Connor came, and found nothing. Plus, he wouldn't have the nerve to- right were not talking about a sane person here clearly. Connor you really believe all of this is true."

"Yeah I do. I got eyes on Black, me and Marcelo are going to pay him a visit." Jazz looked at him in disbelief.

"No! Connor no, that is out of the question. Let's just take this to the state police. They'll do something about this. I talked to my Ma today too. She said we can come down until things pass over."

"Jazz, trust me baby I know what I'm doing. We still need records on Ellen, we gotta talk to Black and we gotta find what's in that damn house."

"Okay, Connor this is just too much to take in right now. I feel so confused and just... I don't know. This is just too much, too much. I need to sit down."

Jazz sat down beside James as he rubbed her back. Jazz felt her body start to overheat. Never had she reacted to stress so physically.

"Marcelo, go check on that location for Black, and go over to the house. I need to talk to Jazz alone. I want you to stay in the house while I'm gone."

Marcelo nodded and took the keys. His bags were already packed and over there. He laid a hand on Jazz's shoulder and she gave him a thankful smile.

"I'm going to head out too guys. Call me and be safe you too." James kissed Jazz on the cheek and shook hands with Connor and left out as well.

"Baby just breathe, I know this is a lot to take in right now. But were going to get this all straightened out okay but I need you to accept this and be strong for me. For what I have to tell you."

"What else is there Connor? How can this get any worse huh?"

Jazz looked him in his eyes as if begging for him to stop with this series of bad and horrible news.

"Jazz I need you to get it together baby. You can't break right now. You have to trust me. We have the leg up now; we know something they don't that we know that's the first thing. Secondly William is a bitch Jazz and he won't be hurting you ever again. I promised you didn't I?"

"Yes, yes you did. Your right baby. I'm ready. Just tell me."

"The letter Jazz, I took a sample of writing you gave me from William and had one of my guys compare it to the letter. It doesn't match. Yet the finger prints on the letter match the finger prints on the photos that were there along with yours. I'm running the prints through the system trying to get a match."

"You think William is working with that guy who attacked me?"

"I don't know. We found a video but we need a convertor it was done on an apple phone and then put on the memory card but doesn't show. I'm gonna have my buddy Martin look at it."

"This is a lot of information to sort through. That's why we have a lead, suspicion and a strong hunch right now, and we have to start talking to people. In the meantime baby this stress is getting me concerned about you, so we're going away for a couple of days."

"We, where are we going?"

"I talk to your Mama, right after you, we're headed to Georgia." Connor held up the tickets and Jazz jumped up into his arms and started sobbing. Connors kissed her on the top of the head and rubbed her back.

"I'm taking you home baby, I'm taking you home."

*

"ARE YOU NERVOUS?" Jazz gave him a tentative smile. So far he had succeeded in making her think, he was completely calm. He wanted to keep it that way. She sat on the bed of the hotel room.

They decided to take a night's rest, and he had pushed for the best hotel they could find. Since it was one night, she didn't think he should pay more than 300 but he wanted the top suite.

She only deserved the best in his mind. Plus, he wanted her as comfortable as possible.

"No I'm good baby, black people love me." She punched him in the shoulder and he chuckled.

"I'm playing, I'm fine." He flashed her smile and then it faded as she started to undress. He admired her body as he leaned against the dresser in the room.

"What?" She turned to him and her eyes went soft.

"Come here baby." He held out both of his palms and she started to slip a robe over herself but he stopped her.

"No don't cover up that gorgeous body, come just as you are." Jazz let the robe fall and walked to him in only her white sheer panties and bra. His mouth watered, he could never get tired of seeing her beautiful body and her beautiful face.

"You know you're beautiful, inside and out right?" Jazz watched as Connor slowly took off his shirt and shorts and he kicked off his shoes, and socks. They stood in front of each other, their eyes intensely moving over each other in appreciation and love.

Connor pressed her into him and kissed the top of her wavy brown hair. He then tipped her face by the chin, looked into her hazel doe eyes, and kissed her lush mouth.

"Sit down I have something I need to say." She fluttered open her eyes and he led them to the bed. He sat down at the edge and then lifted her up and on his lap, facing him as her legs wrapped around his waist.

Jazz wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him her undivided attention.

"Connor you don't-"

"I do. Jazz I never meant to keep you out for so long and I want you to know, I've never opened up to a woman the way I have with you, it was something new for me. I never thought I would amount to anything."

"I grew up with so much blackness in my heart because I felt like I was a mistake. I used my anger to hurt people, and anyone that tried to get close I lashed out on them, and gave them the cold shoulder."

"I didn't love myself, so I couldn't love anyone else."

"I love you. You don't have to be afraid to love me." Jazz felt her heart race. She hoped he wouldn't take back what he had said that night of passion when they made love.

"That's the thing. I'm not anymore." Connor looked her in the eyes and stroked her cheek.

"When I saved you in the alley, I thought you were the most captivating woman I had ever seen and when I saw you a year later, there was this sadness in your eyes, and I got this urge to wash it all away, and it scared me."

"So I built some walls cause it seemed to come too fast, my want for you, my need, I only lied to you once..."

He hesitated not sure how she would take it. Could he tell her, open up? She lifted his head back up and met his eyes. Then she pressed a tender kiss to his lips and he tightened his hold.

"It's okay Connor, its okay baby, you can talk to me. I won't judge you, I'm here for you." Jazz spoke to him through soft kisses, both her hands on his face. His pressed his forehead against hers and grabbed both of her wrists with his hands.

He felt her warmth flow through him, warming his whole body down to his toes. Her kisses were the sweetest gifts and he took them indulging himself and knowing she would allow him as long as he needed too. He was starting to realize it might be forever.

"Jazz, when I'm oversees it's not all find the enemy and kill him, patrol the streets, kick sand, it's so much more."

"I've seen most of the people that I have grown to respect, and love die in front of my eyes. Some of them slept next to me and talk to me about their dreams, their family and hopes. Then in a second they faded, gone Jazz." He held her closer to him, as she cradled his head against her chest.

"Then there was my friend, who died in my arms. Lewis Hill, one of the greatest, he had a wife and kids Jazz! A fucking family and he died. Then I thought what do I have? No kids, nothing, I should have been the one."

Connor shook as he felt tears in his eyes. The memory came back. It was a cold night when they were out, him and Lewis watching and waiting. It was so cold, he remembered his feet were freezing and his hands had gone numb.

He couldn't feel anything. Lewis was talking about his kids and family as usual. Connor always listened. He liked all of Lewis stories about home. Then all the sudden bam, an explosion, their cover had been blown. Lewis was shot in the head immediately after.

Connor had blood on his hands. He couldn't hear, but his ears rung. Lewis fell on him and they rolled into a small dug out hole and hid away for the rest of the night until he was rescued, and found with Lewis's body.

"Baby look at me," Jazz lifted his face up as she cradled him close.

"Don't think like that, you're alive because you're going to carry his story forward."

"Your friend was a good man and he wouldn't blame you like your blaming yourself. That has to be a burden to carry, blaming yourself for the harsh twist and turns of life."

"People we love and cherish die and its okay to grieve, but don't blame yourself. Don't carry that; especially that night."

"Connor your friend had a life before his death. It would be a great justice for him if you focus on that, because his death isn't the end all be all."

"His legacy, the memories, and what he meant to you is." Connor looked into her eyes seeing so much empathy and love for him.

"I have nightmares. I'll wake up in the middle of the night and I'm there again; that's when I blame myself the most. That's why I can't let my guard down with you. I can't let anything happen to you."

He closed his eyes. Suddenly with her arms around him he felt like he could tell her everything.

"Baby If I would have known, I would have taken you to talk to someone. I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry for everything you've been through."

He felt her tears on his cheek and shoulders. She was crying for him. She was feeling his pain and understanding. He felt no one ever could.

"Look at me." He lifted his head and looked into her eyes and wiped them with his thumb.

"There's another thing. Since I've met you, since I've been with you every night that you were next to me I had no nightmares, because you were with me in my arms. I need you in my life Jazz."

"Connor I need you too."

"Not just for now, damn it Jazz forever. I love you Jazz."

"I love you too baby."

Connor rubbed his hands up and down her silk covered frame. The top of her silk bra was spilling over with her full breast peaking at the top. He took her mouth carefully indulging in the sweetness of her kiss, while massaging her breast in his hands.

The moan escaped from her lips, vibrating against his mouth and immediately he became erect.

Jazz rubbed the outside of his boxer shorts, slipping her hand through the opening to stroke him as he began to nibble at her neck; the heat was rising between them.

Connor reached behind her and unsnapped her bra with one hand and pushed her down on the bed.

Jazz wanted to be a seductress tonight. She wanted to see all of his desire, for her and only her. Slowly she crawled on top of the bed, lying on her back she slid her panties off and tossed them in his lap.

Connor watched hungrily as she spread her legs, sucked her fingers, and then began to play with her clit.

Connor took off his pants and began stroking his dick as he watched her rub her clit till it was swollen and her pink pussy was glistening as her wetness covered her hand. Jazz gripped one of her breast and lost herself in the lust in his eyes for her.

"You getting that pussy ready for me."

Connor stroked his dick slowly, loving the way she was seducing him. He would let her feel beautiful, radiant, and wanted to night. His only goal was to please her. To let her know just how much he loved, and worship her body, mind and spirit.

"Whenever you're ready," Jazz spread her pussy wide for him before rubbing it again. Then Connor went under.

As she continued to rub her pussy he lapped up juices and twirled his tongue causing her to push his head further down to her pussy.

Jazz screamed in ecstasy as his tongue showed no mercy, as he sucked and licked until she was pushing his head back, because the pleasure was so overwhelming.

He pulled her down by the waist and went back in, opening her up more so he could fuck her with his tongue.

Connor loved the sounds of her moans as he sucked her clit and slid a finger into her pussy and then two.

He stroked in and out of her while licking and sucking on her pussy until he felt the wave of her orgasm on his tongue and he quickly slurped all of her sweet nectar in his mouth.

Jazz laid on the bed spent, as he pulled her down, putting his arms behind her legs and pushing them back to her ears. She felt him.

The tip of his head entering her, and she gasped. He was opening her up; she knew he was getting ready to put in work.

Connor took his time pushing his dick deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. He threw his head back, and grunted as she was so fucking tight. Her pussy gripped his dick as he pushed in and out of her.

"Fuck, give me that dick." Jazz said the magic words and he lost it.

He slammed his dick into her pussy and she arched up to meet him. Connor dove in, stroking her pussy as she cried out his name. Her nails gripped his back, as he pounded her pussy until her clit was swollen with desire.

"Open up for me."

Connor let her hold her own legs back as he put his hands on either side of her, and did push-ups in her pussy pushing his dick straight down into her spot.

"Shit, baby, that feels so good! Connor that feels so fucking good baby!" Jazz cried out as he touched her soul, digging his dick deep inside her.

He pounded her pussy mercilessly. Jazz held her legs backed and watched his cream dick, disappear into her caramel pink pussy. The sight alone had her creaming all over his dick.

"Look at you, cumming already for daddy huh?" Connor put her feet to his shoulders and pulled her waist up so that he could hit her pussy even more thoroughly.

"Look at me," Jazz met his eyes at his request.

"You love me."

"Yes!" Jazz cried out as he stroked her pussy into submission.

"You want this shit forever?" Jazz closed her eyes and gripped the sheets as the climax was building so rapidly inside her and ready to burst.

"Yes, baby, please don't stop. I'm almost there baby, don't stop...Connor!" Jazz dropped one leg and kept one on his shoulder as he began to pound harder.

Jazz turned and bit into the pillow next to her and screamed out his name as her love came down fiercely.

Connor felt her wash over him and felt his own climax about to hit. He released his load inside of her and they collapsed on each other.

Connor immediately pulled her into his arms as they both laid spent. Connor kiss the top of her hair like she liked and Jazz felt her eyes fluttering shut.

"Baby, I know it's a little late to be asking this but are you on birth control?" Connor asked and Jazz felt her heart start beating fast.

"Hmm?" Jazz said curling into his chest.

"I said-"Jazz started snoring and he looked down at her closed eyes.

"Never mind I guess." Connor reached over and turned off the light and Jazz opened her eyes. She definitely had to go see a doctor and soon.

She couldn't tell Connor, not now. It was too much going on and with him leaving soon, she just couldn't. She couldn't let him think she was trying to trap him with a baby.

She just hoped keeping it from him didn't blow up in her face.

*

"TURN HERE THIS IS THE HOUSE!" She directed him towards a big white house with black shutters, and a wooden swing on the porch. He immediately felt the welcome atmosphere of the cozy and comfortable aura surrounding it.

"Thank you baby!"

Connor parked up on the gravel driveway and hoped out the car with Jazz at his side. Jazz grabbed his hand and gave him a long kiss that caused him to bite down on her lip, letting her know if she kept it up they would be back in the car, and back to the hotel room.

"Get in this house and stop neckin,'" Her mother came out the house and smiled warmly at them and Connors cheeks immediately grew red.

Connor loved her and her accent immediately. She was tiny but he could tell she had a big personality like his father. Her eyes were warm and filled with kindness. Her petite frame was smaller than Jazz's and she was more fragile looking.

Yet, Jazz's mother had aged gracefully; her hair was in a short bob and cupped her face, making it an oval of smooth skin and no gray hairs anywhere.

Jazz's mother dyed it, and would let anyone know with no shame.

"Ma! I missed you so much." Jazz ran into her mother's arms and they hugged swaying back and forth. Connor just stood back patiently and watched the scene that touched his heart.

"Oh!" Jazz broke away and wiped her eyes.

"Mama this is Connor, the one you've been talking too and I've been telling you about." Jazz pulled him forward proudly.

"Nice to me you Mrs. Simmons," he kissed her hand and was please when she giggled graciously.

"Look at you, handsome as a devil. And already trying to make off with me," She teased patting him on the cheek affectionately.

"If that's apple pie I smell we can elope right now."

She laughed a hearty laugh and ushered them inside.

"Come on in the house then, its plenty." Connor and Jazz followed her inside the house, and he nearly went to his knees; he kept being exposed to good food. The aroma of fried chicken and homemade yams and Mac and cheese filled his senses.

She led him into the kitchen and hooted when he got down on one knee, when she took the plate off the apple pie.

"If all it takes is a little pie, I wouldn't have gone through all that trouble courting your dad." She said to Jazz as she sat Connors plate and fork at the table.