Smooth Jazz Ch. 09

"Smart ass, oh and James is working tonight he can't babysit. So I'll be alone for a window of time, unless Connor will be next door. Plus, I think we can let our guard down for now."

"Never, I can have Connor come over while I'm gone if you want." Marcelo eyed her knowingly.

"No, it's okay. As long as you guys are in calling distance I should be fine. I need time alone."

"Chicken shit. This is your chance to talk to him."

"I have a feeling when I do that I'll get tongue tied. I'm nervous. I'm not use to apologizing. We women are rarely ever wrong you see."

"Right, but if you don't call him then I will. He's on William duty tonight though."

"Isn't it illegal to keep somebody hostage?"

"Isn't it illegal to steal police reports?" Marcelo laughed when she twisted her mouth.

"Fine point taken but seriously I think it's time to let him go. He doesn't seem to be going anywhere and we have the goods from and on him."

"He's under witness protection as well; he let us know he was scare of what Ellen might do. Your right, I doubt he'll stray far."

"Well if it's not too much I can go over there."

"Absolutely not, Connor wants you having no contact with him."

"Why not, I would actually like to hear the information from the horse's mouth."

"Well it's from the farmer so deal with it. I think we'll get him put up with a guy of ours. He specializes in hostage guard type stuff. He'll be able to take care of it. Are you done woman?" Jazz straightened out his purple tie and stepped back.

"I swear I should go into fashion design."

Jazz loved how the cool gray sweater over his white long sleeve shirt complemented his frame. She had also chosen the purple tie to play off his intense Gray eyes. He was a handsome man and she knew for Ellen his charm, when he chose to turn it on, would do the rest.

"Don't start clapping for yourself. I'll make the calls and be right back so Connor can come over."

Jazz looked in the mirror at her high bun and sweats. She even had a drip of ice cream on her hoody. If Connor was coming over she couldn't be looking like such a drag.

Jazz ran to the bedroom and quickly jumped in the shower. After she was dry and her hair was blow dried she slipped into a cream silk blouse, sleeveless, with a slit that left little to be desired. She also slipped on some brown shorts with the buttons on the side.

A pair of heels to complete the outfit and she quickly made a bun out of her hair and inserted some pearls into her ears. By the time Marcelo was yelling her name she was ready. She came back out the room and he smirked when he saw her.

"Are you expecting someone?" Marcelo teased.

"I can't look nice. Is Connor coming over?" She asked absently.

"Yeah the drop off is being secured then he should be right over. You want me to wait or-"

"No I think I'll just relax and get some dinner started."

"Wow pulling out all the stops huh?" Marcelo teased knowing it was killing her that him and James was right and she would crack first.

"A food is a way to a man's heart right?"

"Right, save me some by the way. Ellen's easiness makes it hard to keep down food."

"That bad,"

"Been around the block? More like around the world."

"Damn. Remember be charming and stop wearing that scowl you always have on your face. You should smile more often."

"That is my face, and I'll wear a big smile when we finally catch your attacker. That'll make me happy." Jazz smiled and gave him a big hug.

"You guys are the best."

"I'm doing all the dirty work, tell your pretty boy to start doing dates with the mistress of darkness." Jazz laughed.

"I thought you liked your friends alive."

"This is true. Wish me luck."

"By the looks of Ellen you won't need it." Jazz fussed over his clothing some more and then finally let him go. When she got a text from Connor that he would be on his way she hurried towards the kitchen.

JAZZ WALKED AROUND HER KITCHEN HUMMING. Jazz had never cooked for Connor before. Connor and her had dinner before. They had been around the whole town. They went bowling, movies, carnivals and fest. She never thought she could have so much fun.

When she was with him she felt so beautiful and free. She laughed more than she ever did and smiled so much lately her cheeks were forever aching. Then there were the passionate nights, where he would take her under again. His love making, the thoroughness of it, shattered her very earth.

She shivered thinking of the different ways he took her. She thought of him now as she was making dinner for them. How he had her bent over the stairs, on the kitchen counters and tables. He even had her in the shower when she had given him a key to her place. He thought it fun to sneak up on her and ravish her.

She had to admit that the spontaneity of their love making kept her on her toes. He never missed a beat telling her how gorgeous she was to him. Jazz was in love with him. She was starting to realize she couldn't stop herself even if she tried.

They only had the two months left. He had to make a decision and she knew that he had responsibilities to fill. She knew that he wanted her and that he craved her as she did him. She knew that she cared for him very much, and he cared about her too.

He didn't hesitate to tell her she was special to him, but he always seemed to avoid the topic of his leave coming to an end. Then when she pushed he pushed back. She knew she shouldn't have approached him defensively, but not talking about it wouldn't help either.

At first she didn't push. She felt he would tell her on his own time. Then when he didn't she got doubtful and nervous. She turned against him, then she deceived him, and it all blew up in her face. She couldn't lie she wanted him back.

There were plenty of times where she woke up in the middle of the night, reached for him, and was sad when he wasn't there. She thought to herself this was what it would be like when he re-enlisted.

Except he wouldn't be coming back, and she had almost cried at the thought. She shook off the feeling. She took the steaks out the oven as she had grilled them earlier. She tossed the salad in the vinaigrette, added the chopped cheddar cheese in, and tossed it again.

Jazz was satisfied with her salad, steak and her soup. She had put tomatoes, beef, and pieces of steak in the soup as well. She sprinkled the top with cheese and tortilla chips.

"Mmm smells good." Connor walked in the house opening the door with his key and she could hear his deep and sexy voice cut through the air and make her juices stir. She felt her heart leap out her chest. It had only been a few days. Jazz tried to act calm.

"Thank you. The foods practically ready," She didn't notice him come closer.

"Oh the food too, but I was talking about you." He growled and kissed the crook of her neck and she let out a small moan. He always knew how to get her hot, and had learned all of her spots.

She tried to keep her composure and had yet to turn to look at him and he was annoyed. He turned her around prepared to give her a piece of his mind based on her dismissive attitude lately when she jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"God baby I missed you." She kissed all over his face until she found his lips. This was the earth shattering feeling she was missing out on. The waves of need crashed over both of them as he pushed her against the cabinet and his hands roamed under blouse. When he found she had no bra on he smiled against her mouth.

"So you were expecting me?" It was impossible; she couldn't pretend that she didn't anticipate his touch when he returned to her.

"Connor, baby wait!" She tried to gain some control. She put her fingers in his hair, and pulled his face to look at her.

"I made dinner." She had worked hard on it.

"You made me dinner? Right," from the expression his face she guessed no woman had made him dinner before. She stroked his cheek with her hand, and he kissed all of her fingers.

"Yes, I wanted to have dinner with you here."

He grunted and looked into her eyes and kissed her mouth passionately. It touched her that it was his way of letting her know he appreciated it. Then he went deeper giving her a long and teasing kiss. He nipped at the bottom of her lip and ran his tongue over her lips and took her breath away.

"Maybe I should make dinner more often." She smiled and he lifted her off the counter and squeezed her bottom, tapping it and walking off to wash up for dinner.

SHE HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT MEANT TO HAVE SOMONE MAKE DINNER FOR HIM. He never had a woman make him dinner before. He had never stuck around long enough for them too. For the time that he had spent with his friend Marcello he had missed her, and craved for her.

Seeing Marcelo with her every day was killing him. He wanted to be the one watching over her. He knew it was better that way for the time being. Jazz needed her space. He hadn't planned on ravishing her when he came in but it just happened.

As soon as he saw her in her outfit standing over the stove he lost it. More now than ever being around Jazz made him yearn to have her forever. Losing her for any short period of time was unbearable. He could imagine them having a family and he could see her in a white dress. He shook his head. Was he going crazy? He was sounding like his father.

He scowled at himself in the mirror. What had the woman done to him? He had this calm about him and was no longer on edge at least not completely.

Jazz knew how to search his eyes, and he almost wanted to break down and tell her that he didn't want to leave. But he felt he had too. He found himself wanting to ask if she would wait for him.

They could write letters, and it could work. He loved her so why- He stopped as it slapped him in the face. He loved her. That had to be it. It was as simple as that. He loved her, was in love with her. That was reason enough.

The need to have her next to him was forever burning in his loins. She was everywhere he went. He carried her with him. He decided to put it behind him for tonight. He would focus on dinner. He sat his overnight duffle bag in the closet, and walked back down the hall into the dining room.

She had stayed true to her word. The lights were off, she had candles lit, and the scent of her filled the air. The scents of food in a colorful presentation had his stomach rumbling. She shot him a nervous glance as she came around the table; he pulled her chair out for her, and stole a quick kiss. He sat across from her and grabbed her hands.

"I appreciate this Jazz. I really do. Thank you."

He kissed her hands and she smiled at him. The candle flickered across her skin. She was a woman made for candlelight he thought to himself. The softness of her face danced in the light of the flame. Her hazel eyes seemed on fire and they were even more open and intense. He tasted the food and made a groan, which passed for approval.

"You're welcome, so you like it?" She carved a piece of her steak and tasted it admiring her own cooking. It was juicy and tender.

"Hell yea, I love it." He beamed at her and could tell she was happy. He noticed the light in her eyes.

"Good, Marcelo said you guys are really close?" He looked to her as she looked genuinely concerned about if it was really all coming to an end.

"Yeah we are. Unfortunately we had to work with William as I'm sure Marcelo told you. Apparently this guy is really intense. Apparently he likes to change his appearance. So who we saw and who William saw are basically two different people. This guy has been eluding authorities for years."

"That's crazy; you really think we need to include Black though. Why not take them out all together?"

"I have no beef with Black. I don't know what the guy is doing and not doing. My main concern is you. Plus, there are dirty cops working with him too. I just need him out the way so we can get who we intend to get."

"Makes sense, I was telling Marcelo that I really appreciate all you guys do. I know I haven't really been showing that, especially not towards you." Jazz met his eyes with apologetic ones.

"It's okay. I just want you and the baby in my life." Connor put down his knife and fork and grabbed her hands.

"How are you and the baby?"

"Were good, I'm sorry Connor. I know I was being foolish and selfish. I'm sorry that I lied to you. I do want to keep the baby and I want you to be a part of our lives too. I love you."

"And I'm going to be. No matter what happens. No matter if I stay or leave. Jazz I know you're worried about it. And I'm sorry that I haven't been transparent with you about the whole ordeal and that's my fault."

"I think it would make me feel better if I knew what our options were, and if there was a way to work things out." Jazz just needed reassurance.

"There is a new clause that gives fathers maternity leave but it's only for ten days. If I go with you to the doctor, you can get a concrete due date, and I'll be happy to come back around that time. That way I can be there for the birth, sign the certificate, and all of that."

"Really Connor?" Jazz took her hands away and put them to her face. It would mean so much to her if he could be there with her.

"Yes baby, we can make this work. If both of us are willing we can try. I was going to retire soon anyway and join the family business. My dad is getting older and can't do it all himself. We had plans for me taking over in the next year or so. There are a lot of options Jazz but there's still separation ahead."

"I need to know you can handle that. I need to know that you won't walk out on me and leave me again. I can't handle that again." Connor met her eyes filled with so much emotion like his own.

"I won't I promise; I'm willing to wait. I'm willing to wait and work this out. I love you so much."

"I love you too and I can't believe your having my child. Aren't you supposed to be showing?" Jazz laughed.

"It's still soon. We won't be able to know what we're having until another 10 weeks or so. That is if you want to know."

"I want to know. That way when I'm away I can get things along the way and send you whatever you need. Jazz I didn't say this before and I know it's unexpected but I want you and our child. Come here." Connor stood from the table and Jazz met him falling into his arms.

"I can't believe I acted so childish." Jazz muttered into his chest.

"Why don't you go get more comfortable while I handle the dishes?" Connor whispered into her ear and Jazz shivered. She knew that tone and knew their love making was way overdue.

CONNOR FINISHED UP IN THE KITCHEN AND MADE HIS WAY TO THE BEDROOM. There she was standing in a silk black negligee waiting on him. He found her sexier than ever before.

Knowing she was carrying his seed stirred something inside him. It made him desire her even more. He took his time. Undressing himself, while undressing her with his eyes. He had seen her plenty of times before in sexy clothing, barely clothed before his eyes.

Yet this time and any time it always felt like the first with Jazz. She was already laid out for him. He let his hands slowly caress up her legs and thighs, revealing each piece of skin the more her silk dress moved upward with his hands.

Her pussy peeked out and he ran his finger over her slit and Jazz moaned in encouragement and anticipation. He kissed her stomach with butterfly kisses. He couldn't believe that soon she would blossom like a flower, and her belly would become round with his seed.

Connor continued running a hand over her pussy as she spread her legs for him. He felt her began to drip wet for him and he groaned grabbing her breast with his other hand. He pulled the silk to the side uncovering one breast and began to suckle it.

He pulled and teased at her succulent caramel globes as she only grew wetter until she was soaking his fingers in their entirety.

"I wanna taste you. Spread those legs for me baby." Jazz opened them with little hesitation. She shivered when he kissed her pussy as he stroked a hand up and down over her opening. He was teasing her slowly slipping his fingers in and out of her pussy.

Then he would rub his hands vigorously over her clit. Connor stood over her and putting his middle and ring finger inside of her he began to finger her faster, loving the feeling, and sound of her wetness splashing against his hand.

Jazz went crazy and grabbed on his wrist but he didn't stop.

"Oh my god baby, Wait Connor! Damn. " She lifted herself and he kept at it, biting his lips as he pounded his fingers into her faster. He loved watching her writhe in pleasure as her juices flowed down his hand and she came down with the intensity of a wave crashing ashore.

"That's right, come for daddy." He watched her come down and then slid out his fingers putting them in her mouth and watching her greedily suck them turned him on even more. He was already pitching a tent in his pants and Jazz was quick to attend to him.

Connor stood and Jazz came to the edge of the bed and pulled down his boxers. His thick dick sprung free and Jazz immediately too him into her mouth. She loved how he moaned when she took some of her pussy juices and rubbed it over his dick and then slurped it off.

She cupped his balls in her hand, and massaged them as she pushed her mouth all the way on his dick until she was deep throating him, and then she popped him out of her mouth.

"You like that don't you." She stroked his dick with her hand and bent her head back to meet his eyes as she took him in her mouth again and moaned over his dick.

"Get your ass to the middle of the bed." Connor pulled her off his dick by her hair and Jazz quickly obeyed and spread her legs rubbing her clit waiting for him.

Connor stepped out of his boxers and continued stroking his dick as he met her on the bed. Jazz spread her legs and Connor pushed inside of her. Jazz gasped as he held himself deep inside of her pussy.

"Mmm I missed this pussy girl." Connor started to stroke in and out of her and Jazz started to remember as well how good his dick was.

"You gone keep being on bullshit Jazz and keeping my pussy from me?" Connor dug deep into her and sped up his pace. Jazz couldn't help but blink back tears as he started to ravish her pussy. He slammed his dick into her until he was balls deep inside of her.

"No! Baby I won't."

"You sure," Connor slammed his dick down into her deeper and wrapped his hand around her neck. He put her legs together and leaned them to the side and continued his pounding. Jazz could only cry out in ecstasy as he would not slow down.

"Yes Connor, yes. Ohh shit yes!" Jazz cried out as he slapped her ass, and slid in and out of her pussy going deeper and deeper each time.

"Turn that ass around. Put your face in that pillow. I'ma show you how to act right." Jazz did what she was told and pushed her face into the pillow.

"Oh fuck! Connor shit!" Jazz started to scream as he grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her and started to fuck her pussy from the back. He slammed his dick into her pussy, pushing her further into the pillow with each stroke.

"You not gone pull no shit like that again, are you?" Connor slapped her ass and held her arms together with one hand as he drilled his dick into her wet pussy. She was soaking and clenching around his dick so good he had to throw his own head back.

"No! Oh my god baby fuck me!" Jazz was overcome with pleasure as his stroke didn't seem to let up. He kept slapping both sides of her ass as he rode her into submission.

"Where you going huh?" Connor asked as he released her arms and grabbed her waist, sliding in and out of her pussy at a pace that he knew was going to make her cum all over his dick soon.