If I Can’t Have You No One Else Will...

BEAUX ARTS ESTATE
Washington, D.C  
  
Ian parked his vehicle parallel to Lucy’s Cadillac and turned off the ignition. He looked over at Jo’Nay. He caressed her soft skin. He withdrew his key from out the ignition, unsnapped his seatbelt, and opened the door. He got out and closed the door.  
   
Ian walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. He unsnapped Jo’Nay’s seatbelt. He refused to wake her up; he did not want her to be aware she was not being carried into a five-star hotel.  
   
Ian bent over and scooped Jo’Nay up in his arms. He kicked the car door close. He walked to his front door and kicked on the door.  
   
Lucy placed the book she was reading down on the carpet. She stood and walked around the boxes. She opened the door.  
   
Ian rushed in. “Mrs. Gardner, I need you,” Ian hollered out.  
   
Mrs. Gardner heard Mr. Sanchez yell for her. She placed the newspaper she was reading down on the kitchen table, stood, and ran into the living room.  
   
“Mrs. Gardner, I need for you to turn down the bedcovers in the guest bedroom, but first, I need the First Aid Kit.”  
   
Mrs. Gardner could not find her tongue. She looked at the woman who Mr. Sanchez held in his arms.  
   
Mrs. Gardner walked up to Ian. “Mr. Sanchez, is she dead?”  
   
“Of course not,” Ian confirmed.  
   
“Ian, I would like to know, who is this woman?”  
   
A person who is doing strange things to my body with just holding her in my arms he wanted to say. “I almost hit her while she was walking on a dark road.”  
   
Lucy crossed her arms over her chest.  
   
“Is there a reason, why she could not sleep at a hotel?”  
   
“Lucy, I would like to answer your questions, but not at the moment.”  
   
Jo’Nay opened her eyes and lifted her head. She looked around.  
   
“Where am I?”  
   
“Apparently, some place where you do not belong,” Lucy threw at Jo’Nay.  
   
Jo’Nay pivoted her face to the sound of a female’s voice.  
   
“And Ian please put her down, as you can see, she is all right.”  
   
Ian uprooted Jo’Nay in a standing position. He retained his hold around her waist.  
   
Lucy looked Jo’Nay up and down. “Mrs. Gardner, I advise you to nail down the China and Crystal. Ian, surely you are not thinking about having this street peasant reside here through the night.”  
   
Jo’Nay lifted her eyebrows at the personal attack. This must be Miss Lucy Jo’Nay thought.  
   
“Apparently, I will be spending more than one night here. My husband was nice enough to come and escort me from the hospital.”  
   
“Mrs. Sanchez, would you like me to draw you a bath?”  
   
Mrs. Gardner wanted to laugh, after she saw Lucy’s mouth drop.  
   
“No, however, if you could help me up those flight of stairs, it would be greatly appreciated. Darling, please explain to our guest, it is very late, and your wife is extremely tired and would like to go to bed.” Jo’Nay yawned.  
   
Mrs. Gardner hid her response. Ian’s mouth dropped. Lucy threw daggers at Ian with her eyes; she then looked at Jo’Nay with a murderous glee in her eyes.  
   
“Ian, what the hell is going on here?”  
   
“Please watch your mouth in my home. I have a son, and I would not want him to pick up such childish behavior from an adult. Ian darling, please do not keep me waiting.” Jo’Nay reached up, pulled Ian’s face down to hers, and slowly kissed him on the lips.  
   
Ian felt bad for slightly responding.  
   
Jo’Nay inched back. “I’ll be waiting upstairs. Nice of you to have stopped by Lula.”  
   
“It’s Lucy.”  
   
“One more note you need to take under advisement. I would appreciate it if you do not take up any more of my husband’s time; he has to attend to my physical needs, oh, my ankle as well.”  
   
Mrs. Gardner walked up to Jo’Nay and placed her arm around her waist.  
   
“Mrs. Sanchez, just shift your weight on me.”  
   
Jo’Nay bared her weight against Mrs. Gardner’s side.  
   
“I would make sure my husband gives you a raise for this.”  
   
Mrs. Gardner looked over at Ian and smiled. This was the best night she has ever experienced. Both women walked to the stairs.  
   
Lucy walked up to Ian and slapped him. “How dare you bring that whore in this home, and then let her stand there and insult me in front of the help.”  
   
Ian palmed his chin.  
   
“As you saw for yourself, the woman is suffering from some form of mental illness.”  
   
“Are you married to that..., that..., filthy peasant?”  
   
Ian could not find the right words to explain. He turned his back on Lucy and walked into the kitchen. Lucy followed Ian. She grabbed him by the arm. Ian turned around.  
   
“I asked you a question, which means I expect an answer.”  
   
“Yes, she is my wife.” He felt free with his response, but why?  
   
Lucy crossed her arms over her chest. “Ian, I would like to know when this turn of event has taken place. Last night, we were supposed to go out to dinner. What were you planning to do? Introduce us then?”  
   
“We..., we were married several years ago. She got in some form of trouble and asked for my assistance.”  
   
“Does this mean I would not be the next Mrs. Sanchez?”  
   
“Lucy, this matter is complicated.”  
   
Lucy hugged Ian. “Ian, I love you, please get rid of this worthless person. Divorce her if necessary.”  
   
Ian broke free of Lucy’s embrace. “I can’t, she is my wife.”  
   
“And what do you call me?”  
   
“Lucy, I have to go and check on my wife.”  
   
Lucy went to sit down at the kitchen table. “She really is your wife.”  
   
“I’m sorry Lucy. I never meant to string you along.”  
   
Lucy stood. “You are the one who will be sorry.”  
   
Ian crossed his arms over his chest. “What does that statement mean?”  
   
“You will find out.” Lucy pushed Ian aside and strolled into the living room. She lifted her fur, put it on, and turned toward Ian.  
   
“Either you get rid of this tramp you call your wife..., or else.”  
   
“Yes, let’s talk about, ‘or else.’ Are you threatening me with harm Lucy?”  
   
“No. I will talk to you tomorrow.” Lucy walked up to Ian and kissed him on the cheek.  
   
“I truly am sorry Lucy.”  
   
Not as sorry, as you are going to be Lucy thought.  
   
“Goodnight, Ian, and tell Pablo goodnight for me as well.”  
   
“I will.”  
   
Lucy walked to the door, opened it, and walked out. She pulled the door close.  
   
Ian stormed up the steps two at a time. “Just who do Miss. Abbington thinks she is, to come into my home and insult my guest,” Ian uttered to himself. He walked to the guest bedroom and opened the door.  
   
The covers were not even pulled back. Ian pulled the door close. He walked in the direction of the hallway bathroom. Ian heard Mrs. Gardner and Jo’Nay talking in the bathroom. He stood by the door and placed his ear up to it.  
   
“I am sorry to put you through so much trouble, Mrs. Gardner isn’t it.”  
   
“Yes.”  
   
“Actually, my name is Miss. Jo’Nay Abbington.”  
   
“Abbington..., Abbington. Why you’re Pablo’s teacher.”  
   
“Yes ma’am. I had a score to settle with Mr. Sanchez, and the timing was perfect.”  
   
Both women laughed.  
   
Ian did not appreciate Jo’Nay’s childish behavior at his expense. So, Miss. Abbington wants to play mental games he thought. He was a master manipulator in that area, and now he has a willing participant.  
   
Ian turned from the door and walked into his bedroom. He loosened his tie from around his neck and pulled it off. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. He unsnapped the button, and then unzipped his pants. He took off his pants, and then his shoes and socks; he placed his clothing items on the chair. Ian lifted his robe from off the bottom of the bed and put it on. He tied the belt around his waist.  
   
Ian heard the hallway bathroom door open. He walked into the hallway.  
   
Jo’Nay and Mrs. Gardner walked out the bathroom. Ian noticed Jo’Nay had on one of his shirts. His eyes dropped down to her legs. Nice legs with a beautiful face. What a beautiful wife he had in his possession. Mrs. Gardner laughed at something Jo’Nay said.  
   
“Mrs. Sanchez, how is your ankle?”  
   
Jo’Nay and Mrs. Gardner turned their attention to Ian.  
   
Ian walked up to Jo’Nay and Mrs. Gardner.  
   
“Mrs. Gardner, I can attend to my wife needs from here.” Ian kissed Jo’Nay on her lips. “Mrs. Gardner, I will see you on Monday, and thank you for keeping an eye on Pablo while I went to pick up my wife.”  
   
Ian swung Jo’Nay up into his arms. Jo’Nay looked back at Mrs. Gardner.  
   
“But..., but the guest bedroom is that way.”  
   
Ian continued walking down the hall.  
   
Mrs. Gardner laughed. She turned around and walked down the stairs. She looked back up the steps. Mrs. Gardner looked around Ian’s living room. She knew the boxes that sat idly in his living room would get unpacked; however, it would not be by her, or that frigid woman, Miss. Simpson.  
   
Mrs. Gardner smiled to herself. She walked to the door, opened it, and walked out. She pulled the door close.  
   
Pablo laid in the bed staring at the ceiling. He heard his father talking to Mrs. Gardner and someone else. Pablo threw the covers back and sat up; he laid back down after he remembered what Miss. Lucy told him. He had to use the bathroom. Pablo did not want to go to the bad place. He balled his body in a fetal position and relieved himself.  
   
Pablo escaped his dampen premises by scooting to the far side of his bed. He turned over and went back to sleep.  
   
Ian placed Jo’Nay on his bed. “Ian, I demand you take me to the guest bedroom.”  
   
“Mrs. Gardner thinks you are my wife. Therefore, until I can work out a resolution your little speech has caused, you will act as so.”  
   
Jo’Nay thought if Ian wants to play games, then so shall it be. Jo’Nay crossed her arms over her chest. “I have nothing to say to you Mr. Sanchez; I hope you are satisfied with the outcome of your inquiry into the methods of my teaching.”  
   
“I don’t understand.”  
   
“As of yesterday, my position at Washington Enrichment Preparatory Academy has been rescinded.”  
   
Ian took off his robe and threw it over the bottom of the bed. He pulled the side of the covers back and got into bed. He looked over at Jo’Nay.  
   
Jo’Nay’s eyes quickly glimpsed broad shoulders, a hirsute chest wall, and a muscled abdomen. Her eyes strayed down to Ian’s manhood. Dark hairs surrounded a semi-flaccid manhood. Wow, what a great male body she thought. Jo’Nay looked at Ian.  
   
“Please tell me you are not going to sleep in this bed with me.”  
   
“Very well then, I won’t tell you.”  
   
“Ian, I request you leave this bed at once.”  
   
“Or else...”  
   
“Or else, I will leave.”  
   
“I do not think that will work if you are being retained.”  
   
Jo’Nay turned her back on Ian about to rise. Ian grabbed Jo’Nay around her waist, pulled her back, and pinned her body against the mattress with his robust thigh. He looked down into her eyes. “Good evening Mrs. Sanchez how was your day?”  
   
“Ian, I demand you let me up this instant.”  
   
“Or else.”  
   
“I will be...; I would be forced to kiss you. Imagine what dear Lucy will say.”  
   
“Kiss me, and then tell her.”  
   
“This is ludicrous.” Jo’Nay turned her face. Why did he have to look enticing while his nude body hovered over hers?  
   
Ian turned Jo’Nay’s face around. “I thought you said you would be forced to kiss me,” Ian whispered.  
   
Ian was taking the pretense too serious she thought.  
   
Jo’Nay palmed Ian’s cheeks and pulled his face down to hers. She slowly kissed him. Ian hugged Jo’Nay’s body to his and heightened the kiss. Jo’Nay linked her arms around Ian’s neck and pivoted her body inward.  
   
She glided her palms over his chest. His chest was solid along with the structure of his physique. She leaned her head downward and kissed his chest wall.  
   
Ian lifted Jo’Nay’s face and kissed her on the lips.  
   
“You are a very beautiful woman Jo’Nay, and by faith, I intend to make you Mrs. Sanchez,” Ian whispered. He kissed the side of her neck and roamed his palms over her derrière seductively.  
   
“Umm,” Jo’Nay let out. She inched her body closer. Her chest smashed into his hirsute one.  
   
Ian took Jo’Nay’s body back. He positioned her hands over her head and kissed a breast through her shirt. His mouth sequestered the nipple with controlled suckling.  
   
“Oh Ian, oh baby.” Jo’Nay threw her head back. His mouth was a token of many great nights to experience in his bed.  
   
Ian needed Jo’Nay to put an end to this farce; he did not know how long he could control his physical restraint. He inched back and unbuttoned her shirt. Ian rubbed the back of his hand down Jo’Nay’s chest. He found her eyes.  
   
“Mrs. Sanchez, your body is breathtaking. Can your husband make love to his wife?”  
   
Jo’Nay thought Ian was starting to believe his own fabrication. As long as he could pretend, she will not stop him. She wanted to see how long he could endure until he put a stop to his own pretense.  
   
“Your wife would be honored if her husband makes love to her.”  
   
Jo’Nay sat up, removed the shirt she wore, and threw it on the bottom of the bed. She glanced down at Ian’s manhood. His body was physically endowed in every aspect of the word. She felt excited, so unlike the feeling she had when Roman touched her. Jo’Nay laid back down near Ian. She snuggled closer to him.  
   
Ian noticed Jo’Nay did not back off. He will proceed until she put a stop to her own pretense. He will have to take things slowly; he did not want to alert her he has not made love to a woman in a very long time. He did not have any protection, shit he thought.  
   
“Jo’Nay, are you taking…, are you on any kind of contraceptive?”  
   
“No.”  
   
“Shit.” Ian dropped his head and then lifted it. He looked down into Jo’Nay’s eyes.  
   
Jo’Nay sat up; she lifted the shirt and slid into it. She rose and balanced her weight on one leg. Jo’Nay pulled the covers down and got back in bed. “I will appreciate it if you would sleep on top of the covers.” She was upset she would not get to find out the true meaning of being physically consoled.  
   
“I think you need to grasp the fact your husband will be sharing this bed with his wife.”  
   
Ian pulled the covers up over himself. He reached over and turned off his lamp. Jo’Nay reached over and turned off her lamp.  
   
“I wanted to let you know I still do not appreciate you having the audacity to assist in the termination of my job.”  
   
Ian reached over and turned on his lamp He sat up. “I did no such thing.”  
   
“You were even shrewd enough to call Miss. Woods and advise her about the conference you and I discussed about Pablo.”  
   
“I called Miss. Woods, but never once did I degrade your methods of teaching. I simply inquired about what intervention methods could be utilized if your conclusion about Pablo is correct, which I guarantee is not.”  
   
“You are pigheaded Mr. Sanchez. Maybe you should sleep on the floor.”  
   
Jo’Nay turned on her side. “Goodnight Mr. Sanchez.”  
   
“Usted es una mujer muy hermosa, pero nunca le confiaria en con mi corazon.”  
   
“Nunca pido le su corazon o su ayuda.”  
   
Ian smiled to himself. He never figured Jo’Nay would respond in her native Spanish dialect.  
   
“Not to worry. Tomorrow morning, I will leave your residence. Goodnight.”  
   
“As you wish, goodnight.” Ian reached over and turned off his lamp. He rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling. He still had Lucy; the thought made him angry. “Jo’Nay.”  
   
“Yes Ian.”  
   
“I apologize for what you’ve experienced within the last twenty-four hours.”  
   
“Thank you.”  
   
“Can I hold you?”  
   
“You are my husband, should you have to ask.”  
   
Ian turned over and spooned Jo’Nay’s physique against his.  
   
“When you are ready to talk, I will always be here to listen. In addition, I do not think it will be wise to do any strenuous wandering on your ankle. My suggestion is for you to stay here until you get your business affairs in order.”  
   
“What about Pablo?”  
   
“I will deal with our son.”  
   
“I am blessed to have a caring husband, even if it’s only for pretense.”  
   
“Who said I was pretending.” Ian kissed the back of Jo’Nay’s head. “Goodnight Mrs. Sanchez.”  
   
“To my darling husband, you as well.”  
   
Ian laid his arm over Jo’Nay’s hip and drifted off to sleep.  
   
ADAMS MORGAN  
Washington, D.C  
   
Roman waited in his car in front of Jo’Nay’s home. He looked down at his watch. Where was she? He would have thought she would make an appearance to survey the damages to her home. Roman looked at the structure that was once a place where he and Jo’Nay shared precious memories. He continued to ask himself how things between them escalated to a point of uncertainty. Boots barked when she heard a car pull up.  
   
Ethan pulled his car into Jo’Nay’s driveway and turned off the ignition. He did not want to believe the news report. He had to come and see for himself. Ethan looked at the fire damages to Jo’Nay’s home. He removed his cell phone from out his suit jacket inside pocket, flipped it open, and dialed Jo’Nay’s cell phone. No one answered again. He flipped his cell phone close and placed it on the passenger seat.  
   
Ethan unsnapped his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. He closed the door back and walked up to what was once Jo’Nay’s front door.  
   
Roman opened his door, got out his car, and closed the door back. He walked up to the stranger who stood on Jo’Nay’s porch and was looking over the damages to her home.  
   
“Can I help you man?”  
   
Ethan turned around.  
   
“It all depends on whose asking,” Ethan returned.  
   
“This home happens to belong to my fiancée, and I am making sure no looters try to solicit the remains.” Roman placed his hands inside his front pants pockets.  
   
“The woman who lives here is my lady.”  
   
Roman removed his hands from out his pockets and stepped in front of Ethan’s face. “I do not think you heard me. I am Jo’Nay’s fiancé. Therefore, she belongs to me.”  
   
“We will see about that now, won’t we? Now back the fuck up man, you fucking bitch-ass-motherucka.” Ethan bumped Roman’s shoulder in the process of walking away. He looked over his shoulder to make sure the stranger did not creep up on him.  
   
Ethan opened his car door.  
   
Roman slammed Ethan’s body into his car and pinned his arm behind his back. “The next time I catch you sneaking around here, or sniffing my fiancée’s ass, I’ll break your fucking arms, and legs.” Roman raised Ethan’s arm up farther. “You feel me.”  
   
Ethan grimaced in pain. “All right man, you got it.”  
   
Roman let Ethan’s arm go and stepped back.  
   
Ethan inched inside his car, pulled the door close, and locked it. He fumbled for his seatbelt and snapped it in place. He started his car. Ethan backed out of Jo’Nay’s driveway. He shook his arm; he could not wait to track down Jo’Nay’s whereabouts. She had some explaining to do in regard to their relationship. “Fucking lunatic,” Ethan said in the comfort of his car.  
   
Roman strolled back to his vehicle, opened the door, and got in. He pulled the door close. He would be damn if he enters a treatment center for emotional behavior, when his fiancée is out there feeding her body to every available man. He will track her down, after that; he will rebuild their relationship himself. He hated tomorrow was Saturday and he had no leads on her whereabouts. The first place he plans to look on Monday was at the Youth Lighthouse Center.  
   
Roman plugged his key inside the ignition and turned it. He pulled his seatbelt strap over his shoulder and snapped it in place. Roman pulled out of Jo’Nay’s driveway.  
   
BEAUX ARTS ESTATE  
Washington, D.C  
 
Jo’Nay snuggled her derrière closer to Ian’s groin. Ian subconsciously tightened his hold around Jo’Nay’s waist and snuggled closer. He threw his leg over her ankle.  
   
“Ouch,” Jo’Nay yelled out.  
   
Ian rolled on his back, reached over for the lamp, and turned it on. He sat up and looked down into Jo’Nay’s eyes.  
   
“Jo’Nay baby, I’m sorry. Did I cause any harm to your ankle?”  
   
“Not much.” Jo’Nay sat up and reached over for the lamp. She turned it on. Ian got out the bed and walked around to Jo’Nay’s side. He moved the covers aside, positioned himself inches from her, and then lifted her ankle.  
   
Jo’Nay slowly canvassed Ian’s robust body. His chest wall was hirsute as she glimpsed earlier, what she missed in her first observation were several gray strands of hair entwined with dark black coarse hairs. His shoulder blades were indeed squared, which supported strong triceps, and robust biceps. Jo’Nay tried to restrain her eyes from traveling farther; however, she wanted to see the benefits she planes to enjoy under the covers with her pretending husband. Boy boy boy she thought. The man’s shaft appeared to be oversized to be all blood and flesh. “I hope you like what’s entitled to you to enjoy.” Ian smiled at Jo’Nay’s silent observation.  
   
“Pardon me.”  
   
“I saw you looking at…”  
   
“I was not looking down there. I was looking at my ankle.”  
   
“As I was about to say. I saw you looking at my massaging techniques.”  
   
“Oh yes, I definitely know I would enjoy all the massaging tools I see you have on standby.”  
   
“Well, in that case Mrs. Sanchez, why don’t you lie back against those pillows and relax.”  
   
Jo’Nay laid back against her pillows. Ian gently rubbed over Jo’Nay’s ankle. He extended his caressing touches up her leg; he rested his palm on her upper thigh.  
   
Ian looked into Jo’Nay’s eyes and then scooted closer; he rubbed over her other thigh. He opened Jo’Nay’s legs and bent his head down. He kissed one of her inner thighs.  
   
“Umm,” Jo’Nay moaned. She arched her back and then let it sink back against the mattress.  
   
Ian kissed Jo’Nay’s other inner thigh. He leaned up and opened her shirt. He kissed the diamond belly ring embedded inside her navel. His tongue zigzagged up her flat abdomen. Ian kissed around Jo’Nay’s nipple. He held a breast in his hand and began suckling the light brownish nipple.  
   
“Oh Ian.” Jo’Nay closed her eyes.  
   
Ian palmed Jo’Nay’s other breast and then switched places with his mouth. He suckled and then teased the nipple between his lips.  
   
“Umm, I like my husband’s touches.”  
   
“And your husband likes touching his wife.”  
   
Jo’Nay pulled Ian’s face down to hers and kissed his lips. Ian’s body followed the command. He laid his body on top of hers, and then inched back.  
   
Jo’Nay grabbed Ian’s stiff manhood and placed it near the opening of her womanhood. She slowly teased the tip up and down the length of her dampen vaginal orifice.  
   
“Shit that feels good.” Ian kissed Jo’Nay on her lips. She kissed his chest and swirled her tongue through the hairs taking residence on his chest.  
   
Ian held Jo’Nay’s head against his chest; he began to investigate the inner lining of her pussy with his dick.  
   
Jo’Nay opened her legs wider. She secured Ian’s manhood in her hand and tilted her pelvis for the entrance. She palmed Ian’s face.  
   
“You are a very caring man and a handsome husband, and your wife would like to show you the benefits of what’s to come in this bed.”  
   
Ian grabbed his manhood and inched farther inside Jo’Nay’s womanhood.  
   
“I... my husband,” Jo’Nay moaned. She held Ian around his lower back and kissed his mouth.  
   
Ian returned the kiss. He inched his head back.  
   
“I want to please you Jo’Nay.”  
   
Jo’Nay rubbed up and down Ian’s back. She found his eyes. “I know you will.”  
   
Ian inched his manhood within Jo’Nay’s vaginal coven.  
   
“Oh, you feel so good.” God, this is what the doctor ordered she thought. Jo’Nay wrapped her legs around Ian’s lower legs.  
   
Ian kissed Jo’Nay’s lips and kissed her neck. He began to move freely “My wife feels..., damn you feel so good.”  
   
Ian kissed Jo’Nay’s on her lips. He grabbed the headboard. He withdrew his manhood and then speared it repeating inside Jo’Nay’s womanhood.  
   
“I need you... Oh shit.” Ian threw his head back. He gripped the headboard so tight, his knuckles turned white.  
   
Jo’Nay lifted her upper body. She kissed, and then suckled Ian’s chest.  
   
“Ian oh..., oh yes.”  
   
Jo’Nay’s head hit the pillow, she increased her body movements.  
   
His manhood felt more giving than Roman’s manhood she thought.  
   
Ian gripped the headboard and balanced his weight. He leaned downward and kissed Jo’Nay on her lips. His past relationship with his ex-wife descended upon his thoughts. He stopped moving.  
   
Jo’Nay pulled Ian’s face downward and kissed him. She rocked her pelvis against his groin; she kissed his earlobe, and then stuck her tongue inside his ear. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and gyrated her pelvis again.  
   
Ian closed his eyes.  
   
“Shit that feels good. Oh baby, fuck don’t stop.” His body quivered at the contact.  
   
Jo’Nay kissed Ian’s breast nipple.  
   
Ian inched back. He braced his palms on the mattress.  
   
“Stop Jo’Nay, I..., Fuck, I don’t have any protection.”  
   
Jo’Nay looked up into Ian’s eyes. She covered his mouth with her finger. Her vaginal walls were thumping, and she was near cumming.  
   
“I..., I would like for my husband to make love to his wife.”  
   
She wanted for once to feel the physical wrath of Ian making love to her. Jo’Nay reached down and stroked Ian’s groin region. She found his eyes again.  
   
“Baby, it’s okay, it’s me, your wife. Make love to me Ian.”  
   
Ian slowly inched his dick out of Jo’Nay’s pussy.  
   
“Jo’Nay, I can’t do this; I can’t take the chance of bringing another child into this world unwanted.” Ian scooted back and got out the bed. “I will sleep in the guest bedroom.”  
   
Jo’Nay looked at Ian’s swollen manhood. Her vaginal walls continue to pulsate. Damn he was a handsome man, shit she thought.
   
“But I don’t understand, what happened to wife, Mrs. Sanchez...I.”  
   
“This pretense is over,” Ian firmly stated.  
   
Ian walked around the bed and grabbed his two pillows from off the bed. He looked under his mattress and grabbed his pistol; he concealed it against the pillows. Ian strolled to the door, opened it, and walked out. He pulled the door close.  
   
Jo’Nay sat there in disbelief. She could not believe she literally threw herself at a man and he did not want her. She laid back down, turned over, and closed her eyes; she opened her eyes and lifted her head. She grabbed one of her pillows from under her head and placed it between her legs. The empty feeling of non-completion overruled her physical hunger.  
   
Jo’Nay thought of Roman and became violently ill. No, she knew this was the only man suited for her.  
   
Jo’Nay yawned, took one final stretch, and sunk her head into the pillow.  
   
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