Loving You Without Limits 3

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 24 avril 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789778
• Langue: English

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Loving You Without Limits 3


Diamond Johnson
© 2018
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com

All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Contents



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1. Tomorrow Wiggins

2. Troy Washington

3. Rodney Wiggins

4. Tomorrow Wiggins

5. Eva Vasquez

6. Rodney Wiggins

7. Troy Washington

8. Maurice Boyd

9. Eva Vasquez

10. Troy Washington

11. Eva Wiggins

12. Rodney Wiggins

13. Tomorrow Wiggins

14. Abdulla “Get’Em McCoy

15. Rodney Wiggins

16. Abdulla “Get’Em” McCoy

17. Eva Wiggins

18. Rodney Wiggins

19. Eva Wiggins

20. Rodney Wiggins

21. Abdulla “Get’Em” McCoy

22. Rodney Wiggins

Epilogue


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Tomorrow Wiggins

2 9 years ago - The year 1988
“Baby, don’t cry! You crying is not going to make this situation any easier,” my husband of ten years said as he pulled my weak, fragile body into his, and I continued to cry on his shoulder.
His body was so hard, and it was probably due to all the training and things that he’d been doing overseas for the past three years. Although I was crying because I hated to see my husband leave me and our daughters yet again to go back to the military, that wasn’t the sole reason behind the pain in my tears.
Truth is, a couple of days ago, before my husband came home and surprised us with a visit, I’d gone down to the doctor’s office to confirm what I already knew, which was the fact that I was pregnant. I wasn’t talking five or six weeks pregnant, I’m talking twenty- two weeks pregnant. If you do the math, prior to me seeing my husband a couple of days ago, I hadn’t seen him in almost eight months. So, there was no way in hell that this baby could possibly be his, and that’s what had me shedding tears. That’s what had me feeling like the scum of the Earth.
My husband loved his family with all his heart, yet I’d gotten so weak and fell for the temptation that lived a couple of houses down from us, and I ended up pregnant with his child. His name was Denzel, but everyone called him Zell for short. He was a handsome man; probably could go for runner-up right after my husband because, to me, my husband was the most handsome man in this world. What was so fucked up about the whole thing is the fact that Denzel was married just like I was. He had two sons; Derrick, who was six years old, and Jeremy, who was four.
I knew his kids because often, his kids would play with my kids. I even knew his wife, Sabrina. She and I have had numerous talks sitting on the porch together, and there were even times that my family would come over to her home for dinner and vice versa. The whole situation was disgusting because both Denzel and I had hit too close to home with this one.
I closed my eyes as I thought about the first time it happened. I said first time because temptation was so real that I ended up sleeping with Denzel on more than one occasion.
It was July. July 4 th to be exact because the kids and I had just come in the house after being at the park to watching fireworks. Although I enjoyed myself at the park, I couldn’t really enjoy myself the way I wanted to because I didn’t know if everything was alright with my husband. It had been over a month since I’d received a phone call or a letter from him, which had me worried. I didn’t want to express my concerns to my daughters because all it would do was get them all riled up, thinking that their father was hurt or something, so I balled it all in and didn’t express anything to anyone.
Once we were all in the house, I let the girls play for a little while, and then they all took their baths, and I had them retire to their bedrooms. Not long after that, I took a shower of my own, but the only difference was that I didn’t go to my bedroom. In fact, I had the sudden urge to have something strong to drink. If only for the night, I wanted to get my mind off the fact that I hadn’t heard from my husband. There was a bottle of Jack Daniels in the cabinet, and I didn’t even bother to get a glass; I just took the top off and took it to the head. It didn’t take but a few minutes for me to start feeling the effects of the drink. I went for another chug of the strong-tasting drinking, but there was a knock at the door.
I quickly put the glass down and went to the door to see who it was. Standing on the other side of the door was Denzel. God, this man was so damn handsome. The porch light was shining right on him, so I had the perfect view. He possessed the same rich, chocolate skin that I had, and his eyes were a light brown color. He was tall as hell; taller than me, and I was 5’8”. His body was cocky. So cocky that he made my husband look small, even though my husband was cocky his damn self. Denzel kept his wavy hair cut low in a Caesar, and he possessed a lot of facial hair that only had him looking ten times more attractive.
“Hey. Is everything alright?” I asked him, trying to look and sound as normal as possible, even though I had a slight buzz.
I noticed that his eyes left my face, and they landed on a little bit of my exposed cleavage in the robe that I was wearing. The only thing under my robe was my bra and panties. Since I didn’t want him to get the wrong impression, I quickly tied it a little tighter.
“I just got home from work, and I noticed that the lights are still on in your car. I just thought I should let you know,” he said.
“Oh wow! Let me get my keys. Give me a second,” I said and pushed the door, but not to the point that it closed.
I walked back into the house and took my keys off the rack then I headed outside. As I walked, I could feel Denzel behind me. Hell, I could even smell him. His cologne smelled so damn good. He didn’t smell like a man who had just got off work. Denzel was a truck driver, so he spent a lot of days on the road, which translated to him spending fewer days with his family. Even so, I would switch places with his wife any day because she probably only went a couple of days without seeing her husband, while I, on the other hand, could go months at a time.
“Whatever you were in there drinking, fix me a glass. That shit got you tripping,” he said through his laughter.
Denzel took the keys from my hands and unlocked the car. He went around, making sure to close every door, and then he locked the car. This time, the lights in the car went off. He walked with me back up to the porch, and he even followed me into the house. I took a seat on the living room couch while I followed him with my eyes and noticed that he was going into the kitchen.
When I turned around to see what he was doing, I noticed him pouring the bottle of Jack Daniels that I was drinking on down the drain. When he came back, he had a bottle of water in his hands.
“Don’t drink your pain away. That’s what causes people to turn into alcoholics. I’m not really sure what it is that you’re going through, Tomorrow, but don’t be that woman. The once beautiful woman who couldn’t handle life’s problems, so she turned to alcohol to cope. Pray about it or something, but drinking will not solve shit,” he told me as he stood his fine, chocolate self over me.
I guzzled down the water, and when I was finished, he pulled me up by my hand, allowing me to stand in front of him. At that moment, I stopped looking at him as just the fine man who stayed a few houses down from me. I was looking at him as the man who I wanted to take me back to my bedroom and make love to me. I assumed he wanted the same thing because it wasn’t long before he lifted me off my feet, and I was showing him where my bedroom was.
I know this sounds like a terrible thing to say, but it was the best love making that I ever had in my life. Denzel paid attention to every part of my damn body. He sexed me like he was all too familiar with all my spots. He allowed me to receive multiple orgasms before he dared to get his. Then, there was his dick. The biggest dick that I had ever seen or felt in my life. The only dick that I had ever seen or felt in my life prior to me having sex with Denzel was my husband, so basically what I’m trying to say is he had my husband beat. I knew the sex had to be good, and I knew that I had completely lost my mind because when would I ask him to put on a condom? It never came, but I sure did.
Of course, abortion crossed my mind, but I was too far into this pregnancy to kil