Velvet Kisses Ch. 07

"*Calvin.*" Jeneda's voice was harsh and cold, a sharp contrast to her usual soft and polite tone.

"Let him speak, Jeneda." Monica's voice was almost stern sounding.

"I just want to make sure you're on the right path, now," Calvin continued. "Because I care about Jeneda, and don't want her getting mixed up in any bad situations."

"I gave up that life a long time ago, and I can assure you I have no intentions on going back to it," Dane firmly said.

"It's good to hear you're making an effort to stay on track, but what's stopping you from attempting to pull another robbery?"

"Why would I do that?" Dane asked. "I'm making a perfectly good living in my chosen field."

"You served a seven month prison sentence for planning a computer chip heist, so apparently you've got some financial issues."

"The reason I did that wasn't for money."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Calvin, that's enough," Jeneda angrily said. "Stop interrogating him."

"He has the right to ask these questions," Monica said. "You're our daughter, and we need to know these things."

"I'm *your* daughter, not Calvin's. And it's none of his damn business what Dane did, because It's in the past."

"Baby, he was just released from prison four months ago. We need some type of assurance that he's out for good."

"He just told you that he's changed, and on a better path now. What more do you want from him?"

"Jeneda, It's fine." Dane grabbed her hand and held it tenderly in his. "They're just concerned, and rightfully so, because I did do some really stupid things."

"I'm an adult, not some teenager that they need to protect. And I don't appreciate them grilling you like this."

"Please don't be angry with us, Jeneda," Monica said. "But after hearing everything that your father told me and Calvin about Dane, we're a little nervous about you making such a huge commitment to him."

"You're my mother, and I get why you're concerned," Jeneda said. "But Calvin has no right to butt into my personal life, and he sure as hell doesn't have the right to question Dane. He's not my real father and never will be, so why is he even involved in this discussion?"

"I don't need to have blood relation to care about you, Jeneda. I'm married to your mother, so of course I care what happens to you."

"Well thank you very much for your concern, but I'll be just fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to have a moment alone with my fiancée."

Jeneda rose from her chair, and with her hand still clasped in Dane's, she coaxed him onto his feet and away from the kitchen.

* * * *

As they stepped out onto the porch, a balmy breeze blew gently past them, carrying with it the scent of approaching rain. As if beckoning them toward it, a lime green porch swing swayed with the breeze, and with Jeneda leading the way, Dane followed behind her to the far end of the porch.

"I was okay in there," Dane said as the swing creaked beneath their weight. "You didn't have to bring me out here, you know."

"I know you were okay. But it really bothered me to see my stepdad giving you such a hard time."

"Any father would have done the same. It was just his way of showing concern for you."

"Maybe so, but I still think he crossed the line. There's a time and a place for everything, and the day of Thanksgiving was not the proper moment for him to cross-examine you."

Dane shifted in his seat so he could cradle Jeneda's face, and with his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone, he looked deep into her eyes. "It's okay, Jeneda. Really."

The slight crinkle between her brows instantly softened, and instinctively, she angled her body towards him. As if seeking to tantalize her, his fingers followed the curve of her elegant neck, then slowly drifted across her smooth, bare shoulder.

"You cold?" He asked.

"No, why?"

"You've got goosebumps all over your chest." His index finger traced the neckline of her sundress before dipping down to glide along her partially exposed cleavage.

Silence spun between them as they sat on the porch swing, but soon a light rain began to fall, filling the space around them with soft pattering noises. With the temperature still pleasantly warm, they were perfectly content to remain on the porch, and with fingers tenderly linked, their eyes locked into a steady gaze.

Slowly their lips began to drift closer, then brushed lightly in an almost kiss. With soft, languid strokes, Dane dragged his tongue along Jeneda's lips, admiring the shape and plumpness of them before allowing his tongue to venture within.

With effortless skill and unparalleled expertise, he probed the sweetness of her mouth. As was customary in everything that he did, Dane was wonderfully thorough, and soon he had Jeneda moaning into the increasingly passionate kiss.

So engaged in the hot silkiness of their oral embrace, the couple grew completely oblivious to everything surrounding them, and could have continued on indefinitely. But their moment was suddenly cut short as the porch screen door creaked open.

"Jeneda still here?"

Like horny teenagers on the verge of getting busted, Dane and Jeneda quickly parted from the kiss, then averted their gazes to Riley, who was slowly wheeling himself towards them.

"Hi, Riley," Jeneda called out in an unusually high voice.

Perhaps noting the awkwardness of their body language, Riley allowed his wheelchair to come to a halt. Then he simply sat in silence and blinked at the couple.

"Hey, sweetie. Wanna come over here and hang out with us?"

"Hang with you?"

"Yeah. Come talk with us." Jeneda smiled, then gestured for him to come closer.

A moment of hesitation passed before Riley moved his wheelchair closer, then once he reached the swing where they were seated, he began to speak. "Leave no goodbye. Why no goodbye, Jeneda?"

"I didn't leave, Riley. I only came out here to cool down and get some fresh air."

"Leave me. Thought you going back home."

"I'd never go home without saying goodbye." She leaned forward to take his hand in hers, then tenderly rubbed the back of it with her palm.

"Mad at me?"

"No way, I'm not mad. I'm happy to be here, and really glad that I have the chance to spend Thanksgiving with you."

Riley returned her smile with one of his own, then directed his gaze at Dane. "Calvin told things you did. Bad things."

"Yes." Dane paused for a moment, then reluctantly continued on. "I have done some bad things, and made some terrible decisions that I shouldn't have. But It's all in the past now, and I'm very sorry for what I did."

"Won't hurt Jeneda?"

"No. I would never do that. I love your sister, and would rather die than have any harm come to her."

"Promise take care of her. Tell me keep safe and never hurt her."

"I promise to keep her safe, and I swear that I will never hurt her. You have my word, Riley."

Rather than give a response, Riley only offered Dane a long, hard stare, as if to express that he was taking Dane at his word. Then finally, in a jerky and uncoordinated, yet somehow completely dignified fashion, he extended his hand toward Dane.

"Shake."

Dane firmly clasped palms with Riley, and also shared a nod that seemed to be a silent confirmation between the two men that the handshake was indubitably binding. As Jeneda watched the whole thing play out before her, the love that she felt for her brother instantly doubled, and a proud smile crossed her face at the look of seriousness on her brother's face.

Although she was the eldest between them, it suddenly felt as if Riley was *her* older sibling and not the other way around. She guessed she shouldn't have been too surprised though, because ever since he was a preteen, Riley had seemed wise beyond his years, and somehow made her feel as if he truly *could* fill the role of an older brother.

Just as the three of them were beginning to engage in conversation, a voice called out from the other end of the porch, and in synch, the three of them turned their heads to see who it was.

"You guys doing okay out here?" Monica asked as she popped her head out of the screen door to look at them.

"We're fine," Jeneda said. "Just getting some fresh air and having a little chat."

"Well come on inside and have a cup of pumpkin buttered rum. I just made it fresh, so get it while it's hot."

With Riley leading the way in his wheelchair, Dane and Jeneda headed inside, where they saw that Calvin was seated in the living room on a cushy white armchair. Monica took a seat directly next to him in a chair that was identical, then gestured for Dane, Jeneda and Riley to help themselves to one of the mugs that were waiting for them on the coffee table.

While Dane and Jeneda took a seat on a sofa across from Monica and Calvin, Riley situated himself so that he was neither on one side or the other, as if to illustrate that he was taking on the role of the mediator.

A long moment of silence stretched on as the five of them sipped their creamy beverages, and for awhile, it seemed as if everyone was purposely avoiding eye contact by staring into their cups. But like all awkward situations, what seemed to be a neverending moment finally came to an end, and with a clear of his throat, Calvin broke the stillness.

"I'd like to apologize," he slowly said to Dane before adding in a disclaimer. "Not because I feel I'm in the wrong for what I said, but I was a little harsh in the words that I chose, and it definitely wasn't appropriate conversation for the dinner table."

Calvin paused for a moment as if to think over his words, then took another sip of his drink before continuing on.

"The reason Monica and I invited you here for Thanksgiving dinner wasn't to give you a hard time and bring up your past. We did it because we wanted to get to know you, and find out what type of a person you truly are."

"We never intended to make you feel uncomfortable," Monica chimed in. "And we apologize for doing that. "It's just that I've had reservations about this relationship for quite some time now, so naturally I've been uncertain and a little worried about Jeneda's decision to commit herself to you, Dane."

Monica looked down at her hands, and for a few moments, she absentmindedly fiddled with one of her gold bracelets.

"Vincent was a dear family friend," she said as she lifted her eyes to once again meet Dane's. "A truly wonderful man that deserved to live much longer than he did. But I do realize that you weren't responsible for his death. And I also know that although you played a part in the situation, it was never your intention to do anything malicious."

"It really wasn't," Dane said. "It was a horrible situation, and I wish like hell that I could take it back. But since I can't, all I can do is hope that the people I've wronged, will eventually find it in their hearts to forgive me." He lowered his gaze for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh before directing his attention back to Monica. "I don't deserve forgiveness. I know I don't," he confirmed. "But I still want it."

Monica smiled weakly. "You do deserve forgiveness, Dane. And you also deserve to find peace within yourself. It may take awhile for those things to happen, but eventually It'll all work out."

"I hope so."

Jeneda took his hand in hers and squeezed it as a sign of sympathy and reassurance, to which he responded by squeezing back and giving her a light smile.

"It's taken me awhile, but I've finally worked through my feelings of pain and resentment," Monica said. "And I can now say with all honesty, that I do forgive you, Dane."

Visible relief flooded his face. "Thank you, Mrs. Evans. I really appreciate that."

"I didn't do it only for you," she said. I did it for myself. And also for Jeneda."

"I know it took a lot for you to do that," Jeneda said, "so thank you, mom."

A soft smile graced her lips. "You're a smart girl, Jeneda. And ultimately you're the only one who knows what's best for your life. So I'm sorry for questioning your choices, and I want you both to know that you have my blessing on your marriage."

"Thank you," they said in unison.

"And by the way, you stop calling me Mrs. Evans," Monica said to Dane. "From now on, I'm Monica."

A pleased expression graced Dane's face at her comment, and with a nod of agreement, he said, "Okay, Monica."

"Now that we've got that all sorted, why don't we play some cards?"

"My vote is for football," Calvin said, and with the flick of a button, he switched on the widescreen TV.

"Does football come on this late?" Monica stole a glance at the clock above the entertainment system. "It's already nine p.m."

"Of course it comes on this late." He flipped through a few channels before locating the football game, which was already into the second quarter. "It's Thanksgiving day, Isn't it?"

Monica playfully rolled her eyes, then shook her head and emitted a little sigh. "Guess It'll just be us four then," she said to Dane and Jeneda before glancing at Riley.

"Watching game." Riley's eyes were glued to the television screen, and without looking away for even a second, he added, "Don't want play cards."

"Okay. What about you two?" With hopeful eyes, Monica glanced at Dane and Jeneda.

"Hate to leave you hanging, mom. But we're kind of exhausted from the flight."

The look on Monica's face conveyed disbelief at what her daughter had said, and for a moment, Jeneda almost expected her mother to call her out on the fact that five hour flights didn't usually result in jet lag. But instead of voicing her skepticism, Monica only gave Jeneda a crooked little smile which seemed to say, 'Yeah, right. I know why you're *really* going to bed so early.'

"Alright you two, enjoy the rest of your evening," she said with a little smile.

"Night, mom." Jeneda rose to her feet, then shared a warm hug with her mother.

"Goodnight, Monica," Dane said as she pulled him into a hug. "And thank you again for the delicious dinner."

"You're very welcome, Dane. But I can't take all of the credit. Jeneda did most of the cooking, so she's the one you should be giving thanks to."

"I definitely will," Dane said as he shared a knowing smile with Jeneda.

After saying their goodbyes to both Riley and Calvin, Jeneda and Dane headed to the bedroom, where they promptly undressed in preparation to bathe. Luckily for them, it was more than large enough for two people to shower at the same time, so they took advantage of the spacious tub and indulged in some much needed alone time.

Twenty minutes later, and with skin that was perhaps a little too well scrubbed in particularly intimate places, they found themselves cuddling in bed.

Their limbs intertwined, tangling together so that the heat of their bodies mingled. While her hands roamed over his narrow hips and hard, hairless chest, his coasted along her soft globes of flesh and moist, welcoming crevices.

Their lips came together with just enough pressure to withdraw soft sighs and faint moans, and occasionally they would murmur loving words, but for the most part, they allowed their eyes to do the talking. Somewhere along the way, sleep gradually beckoned them. And with skin against skin, they fell asleep entangled in each others arms.

* * * *

It was the tangle of his fingers in her hair that gently roused Jeneda to consciousness, but the unexpected heat of Dane's tongue between her legs was what made her push out a heavy gasp.

She opened her eyes slowly, allowing her eyes time to adjust to the dimly lit room, which was just slightly illuminated by the first rays of dawn. At first she focused on nothing in particular, but as her gaze came to land on the top of Dane's head, she sighed with satisfaction at the sight of him ardently eating her out.

His tongue, which busily pleasured the velvety wetness between her parted thighs, moved with tireless effort, withdrawing soft moans and barely restrained cries of uninhibited ecstasy.

For a second she was convinced that she would pass out from the intensity of his ministrations, but being the gifted lover that he was, he was thoroughly skilled in repeatedly building her anticipation.

It would have been easy to fall prey to frustration, or even indulge in a bit of whining in hopes that it would encourage him to grant her a climax, but rushing was the last thing that she wanted him to do. So, with parted lips and legs spread as wide as they would go, Jeneda closed her eyes and indulged in the gratifying sensation of being thoroughly devoured.

His tongue did wicked things to the delicate flesh between her thighs, moving with such dexterity that it literally rendered her breathless. For this reason only she was unable to praise him as he so deserved, but it was perfectly acceptable that she was unable to speak, because her body did more than enough communicating for her.

Her hands lowered to his messily tousled hair, fingers sliding through loose waves so that she could hold his head firmly in place. But being the dominating lover that he was, he resisted her grip just enough to retain command over the erotic act that he was performing.

His stiff, pink tongue seemed to instinctively know just how and when to apply more pressure, and as her fevered sighs grew louder in volume, he continued on with unrelenting enthusiasm. His tongue consumed her clitoris greedily, not letting up for even a moment, and when the tension built up to unbearable proportions, she finally gave into an intense climax.

She bit her tongue hard to muffle the scream, and yet it still found its way past her parted lips, as if to attest to Dane's amazing oral skills. Her body arched, crotch thrusting against his still moving tongue, and with clumps of his hair still fisted in her hands, she released a satiated whimper.

Content in the fact that he'd thoroughly satisfied his lover, Dane removed his head from between her legs, then positioned his body so that he was hovering above her on the weight of his arms.

As he looked down at her, she gazed up at him, taking in his beautifully sculpted cheekbones and dark, slanted eyes. Her hands moved upward to sift through his sleep tousled locks, and for a moment she was content to simply admire the silky softness of it.

But she soon found that her lips were craving the touch of his own, and very gently, she coaxed his head lower so that his mouth was flush with hers. The seam of her lips was effortlessly parted as he slid his tongue into her mouth, and she earnestly returned his kiss with equal tenderness.

Their lips parted so that they could share an adoring look, but it was cut short as Dane settled beside her on a large, fluffy pillow. He clearly wasn't content to simply lay there, though, because in a suddenly swift and effortlessly smooth move, he grabbed Jeneda by the hips and pulled her on top of him.

"Ride me," he said in a raspy, sexy voice.

More than ready for his long, thick cock, she eagerly positioned her entrance above him, and with a sigh of heady relief, sunk down onto his weeping, engorged erection. The groan that came from his lips only made her more eager to fuck him, and with passionate ardency, she began bouncing up and down.

It didn't take long at all for her to build up a nice, steady rhythm, and soon Dane was rolling his hips along to the tempo that she'd set. His hands shifted upward so that he was grasping her waist, and in a commanding tone of voice that sent a little shiver down her spine, he summoned her to pick up the pace.

"Harder. I wanna see those beautiful tits bounce."

She earnestly obliged, maneuvering her body so that her breasts jiggled and swayed with each up and down motion of her hips. She groaned a little at the increased friction that came along with riding him harder, and knowing that he was hypnotized by the sight of her bare, plump breasts, she leaned forward just slightly to enhance his already terrific view.