Heart of Stone Emery and Jackson by Chiquita Dennie (short novels to read txt) 📖

in two weeks.”

Stepping down off the hospital bed, I pick up my purse and step into my shoes. Taking my discharge papers and signing out, I walk out of the cold hospital room and call for a cab.

...

Twenty minutes later the cab pulls up to my grandmother’s home. Noticing a lot of cars parked out front, I pull out my mirror and check my makeup and hair.

“Sugarplum, look at you.” Grandfather Joe opens the door.

“Hi Grandpa, it smells good in here.” Pulling away from his hug, I look around the room at some of my cousins, aunts, and uncles laughing and joking.

“Joe, who’s at my door!” Grandmother yelled.

“Woman stop yelling, it’s my sugarplum. Come on in sweet pea.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I can yell if I want to.”

“Momma calm down. You just got out of the hospital.”

Waving my mom off, my grandmother walks into the living room, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Now don’t you look like shit,” Grandmother stated.

“Damn!” Stacy and Stephanie shouted at the same time.

“Grandma really?” I replied.

“Baby, I call it as I see it. And sweetie you look like the worst part of a Tyler Perry Madea movie.”

Everyone busts out laughing including myself.

“That woman is a mess,” Grandfather stated.

Walking over to hug my grandmother, she cups my chin and turns my head from left to right.

“What?”

“Uhmm...huh...”

“What?”

“We’ll talk later. You hungry?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright, dinner is ready. Everybody come on in the dining room.”

Pulling my phone out, I texted Jackson back apologizing for canceling on him.

Me: Sorry, family situation to handle.

Jackson: Rain check with dessert ;)

Biting my bottom lip in knowing the type of dessert he would be serving with his nine inch, thick and veiny cock.

“Who are you texting little girl?”

“Huh?”

“If you can huh, you can hear. Who are you texting?”

“Grandma, did you make your famous mac and cheese?”

Washing my hands and drying them off, I walk back into the dining area; hugging and kissing my grandfather and my dad before taking the seat in-between them.  I pick up my napkin and place it on my lap.

“You think you slick.”

“Woman, leave Emery alone and fix my plate.”

Rolling her eyes at her husband of forty years, she grabbed his plate like she’s been doing for the last forty years and puts his dinner together. Finally, she leans down and kisses his lips, and he pats her behind. She takes off her apron and makes her plate and sits down next to him and grabs his hand.

Knowing the type of love, they have and the obstacles they’ve faced brought a smile to my face. She’s the loudmouth, and he’s the calm one of the two. Everyone believes she runs the house and marriage, but deep down nothing moves in this family without Joe Anderson agreeing to it. Funny because my mom married my dad and he’s just like my grandfather. He lets her think she runs things when deep down my mom wouldn't make a decision without talking with my dad first.

“Emery, did you see Brent after work today?”

Angela walked in and kissed my parents and grandparents before taking a seat. Ever since her parent’s divorced when she was a little girl, she’s been a part of our family. Being raised by a single parent, many times her mom dropped her off at my house or grandparents’ home while her mom worked two and three jobs.

“Don’t you remember Angela, I left as Brent was chasing you into the bathroom with a belt.”

All talk and noise stopped. Realizing what I just said, I needed to clear the air before my dad and cousins went out looking for Brent. One thing about the men in my family, we may fight hard, but when it comes to protecting the women, no doubt you’d come up missing.

“Damn, I remember those days when Joe used to chase me around and I pretended to be a bank robber, and you were the security guard. Remember Joe; if you didn’t have a bad knee now, we could’ve continued.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Mother whispered lowly.

“Hush, Elisabeth, how you think you got here.”

“Through prayer!” Mother snapped back.

“You’re right because I prayed your daddy wouldn’t put that big thang in me...”

“Mom.”

“Grandma!” We all shouted at the same time.

I picked up the glass of water and took a sip, since my appetite was gone now.

“I left a few minutes after you did Emery. He had some business meeting to go to,” Angela informed her.

Shrugging my shoulders, I pick up my phone to text Jackson back, I ignored everyone at the dinner table.

Me: My place or yours?

Jackson: Mine.

Me: Okay, give me twenty minutes.

Jackson: ...

“Who has got you smiling?” Angela asked.

“None of your business,” I replied.

Popping her lips, I take another sip of my water and wink back at her irritation. Standing up to leave, I walk around and kiss my grandparents, mother and father goodbye.

“Make sure he straps up.”

“Grandma. Who taught you that word?”

“Honey, how you think your mother got here?”

“What!” Elisabeth shrieked in aggravation.

Waving her daughter off, my grandmother hugged me and whispered in my ear.

“Make sure you let him, I want to meet the man that has you glowing and it ain’t from pregnancy. Not yet anyway.”

“Mother!” Elisabeth shouted.

“What child, she grown, we grown. Hell, how you think she got here. I know he knocked you up before marriage. I still love my Emery, but I can’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed she came before marriage.”

“Okay time for me to go. Bye, everyone. Thanks for dinner Grandma,” I stated.

I pull out my phone and call for a Lyft ride. Thirty minutes later we pull up in front of Jackson’s ten thousand square foot home.

“Wow.”

Getting out of the car and walking to the door, it opens, and an older gentleman wearing a suit and tie greets me.

“Hello, Ms. Stone.”

“Hello, just Emery please.”

“Of course. I’m Ronald Jacobson, Mr. Pierce’s house manager. He’s in the foyer room waiting for you.”

Walking into his home, I saw large high ceilings, open floor space with a widening staircase at the entrance and beautiful African art pieces hanging on both sides of the wall.

“Here you are, Mr. Jackson.”

I see Jackson standing with his back to us, wearing a white tee shirt and grey sweatpants and Nike slides; something completely different from his usual suit and tie.

“Hi.”

Turning and staring into my eyes lustfully, I could feel the throbbing ache between my thighs.

“Have you eaten?”

Moving closer into the foyer, I try holding eye contact, his intense gaze has me rethinking this entire meeting.

“I ate a little.”

“Why did you hang up on me earlier?”

“I... I...” I stuttered not wanting to tell him the truth.

“Emery, you’ll learn that I don’t have much patience for liars. I spoke with Brent, and he told me you left your office around eleven this morning and you’re just returning my text at eight pm. So again, I ask why you hung up on me earlier?”

Roaming my eyes around the room, I try to avoid answering his question. I make a rash decision to distract him. I walk over to him to brush my fingers against his lips, leaning up I bury my face in his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist as his breathing increases.

Picking me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, and we fall onto the couch with him lying on top of me. We fought for dominance of the kiss; his tongue wins in the end.

“Mmmhmm,” I whimpered.

Stopping our kiss, he leaned up away from my face and stared into my eyes.

“After tonight I don’t want to hear anything about this fake dating rule with clients. Do we understand each other?”

Nodding in agreement, I lean up and capture his lips. He moaned into my mouth.

“Ughhh,” Jackson groaned.

He bent over and buried his face into my neck and kissed behind my ear, locking my legs around his waist to pull him in closer. I run my hand up and down his arm and attempted to give him pain and pleasure as he gave me the first night, we had sex. I bite along his cheek and chin.

“Fuck me,” I moaned against his lips.

“Are you mine, Emery?”

“Yesssss,” I shuddered in his arms, as he moved down my chest kissing and biting. Twisting my nipples through my shirt, he ran a hand up and down to my skirt and spread my legs wider. Pulling my panties off, he started at my ankles and worked his way down to my second lips and sniffed, then licked.

“Ohhh my God!”

“Fuck you taste good baby.”

“Jackson, please.”

Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as he makes love to my pussy. Feeling the intensity, I move my hips in time with his teasing. He uses his two index fingers to play with my clit.

“Aahhh...” My eyes closed at the feel of his fingers playing in my dripping and soaking wetness.

“I need to be inside you, baby.”

“Shittt... Jackson.”

Toying with his thick member out of his sweatpants, I watched as he placed a condom on and ran his penis up and down my slick folds.

“Emery, look at me.”

I shook my head no, not wanting to look him in the eye. I knew we were starting to have a real connection. I promised myself after Anthony I would never give my heart to another man again.

“Baby, look at me...shit.” Jackson hisses as he slowly pushes into my pelvis.

“Aahh... fuck... wait.”

I tried shoving him away. Forgetting how thick he was. I must have been drunk not to remember his girth.

“You want me to pull out?”

His strokes were long and penetrating. Pushing my legs back further to get more room, I felt him in my chest.

“God... ohhh... God!” I moaned loudly.

I cried out hoping none of his staff heard me. Pulling him back into me for a kiss, he sped his strokes up, and I met his pace as my first orgasm came over me.

“Yessss... Baby!”  He grabbed my breasts as he pulled out and smacked my left thigh to turn around. Feeling weak from the work he put me through, I slowly rolled over and leaned over the couch, gripping the cushion and spreading my legs further apart.

Spanking left and right butt cheeks, he bent down and ran his tongue up and down my wet folds. Stiffening his tongue, he darts in and out fast then slow. Juices were flowing on his tongue and down my leg.

“You taste like peaches baby,” Jackson moaned behind me.

“Ughhh... Fuck.” My lips pursed and vision blurred at the sensation. I took in a