Legacy of Love

Chapter 13





The heavens were a dusty dark blue, cloudless, with pinpoints of light as the stars illuminated the canvas of night. Jazz, hip-hop and R&B could be heard as doors to cafes and nightclubs opened and closed to a rhythm that was unique to a Saturday night in Atlanta.

They walked in companionable silence, taking in the sights and sounds with no particular destination in mind, when Zoe spotted a Pinkberry.

“Oh, we’ve got to stop.”

“Stop where?”

“At Pinkberry. They have absolutely, hands down, the best frozen yogurt on the planet.”

Jackson laughed. “All that, huh. Guess I should try some.”

“You have to,” she said as if not doing so was the most outlandish thing she’d heard. Without thinking, she grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her through the glass door.

“Mango is my favorite,” she said as she pretended to whisper. “But any of them are good.”

They inched along the line.

Jackson watched in amusement as her face lit up as she talked about something as simple as frozen yogurt, and relished the fact that she still held his hand.

Her soft fingers felt good in his. He wanted to hold her tighter, but didn’t want to break the spell. To him it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

She turned to gaze up and him, the most delightful smile on her face.

“Do you know what you want?”

That was a loaded question, he thought. “Um, I’ll have what you’re having.”

Zoe stepped up to the counter and ordered two medium mango yogurts to go.

Reluctantly, Jackson released her hand, took out his wallet and paid for their desserts.

“We can sit over there,” Jackson said, lifting his chin toward a bank of tables and benches in the pedestrian plaza.

“Sure.”

They stepped off the curb and onto the island that was cut off from traffic for one block and adorned with benches, tables and chairs in between potted trees and shrubbery.

Jackson spotted a curved bench with a round table and they walked over. Zoe scooted onto the bench and Jackson slid over beside her.

“I can never get over how crowded it is at night,” Jackson said, before taking his first taste of the yogurt. “Hmm.”

“Told ya.” Zoe beamed. She put a spoonful in her mouth and closed her eyes as the pleasure trickled through her. “My one guilty pleasure.”

“Just one?”

She looked across at him from under her long lashes. “So far.”

“How about if I said something crazy like, let me be another one of your guilty pleasures?”

Her cheeks heated. She slowly licked the confection from her spoon. “And what if I said I think I’d like that very much.” She held her breath.

Jackson draped his arm behind her. His fingers played with one of her curls that had come loose. His eyes moved slowly across her face, down the curve of her slender neck to the rise of her breasts before returning to her lips.

Zoe’s lips parted in anticipation as he drew nearer until his image blurred and the tenderness of his mouth blended with hers. His fingers threaded along the back of her neck easing her closer and they shared the sticky mango sweetness as their mouths met and mingled, tasting and testing.

The urge to possess her completely rose inside him with such force that he had to tear himself away. But then her tongue teased the contours of his lips and any hope of freeing himself was gone. He could feel the blood pounding in his head, and the sound of tribal drums filling the night air. He was running. He could feel them coming behind him. The sound of the hounds barking in the night. He knew that if he could make it to the river they would lose his scent and he would have a chance. He had to survive.

Zoe’s soft sighs interrupted the images that had enveloped him dragging him back to some unknown place. The drumming grew faint, the scent of the river faded and the hounds stopped their terrifying howling.

Shaken, Jackson eased back. The expression in Zoe’s eyes let him know that she had been there, too.

“Zoe.” He whispered her name like a prayer. “I don’t know what just happened.” He ran his finger along the soft curve of her jaw. She shuddered at his touch.

“Neither do I,” she said, as her breathing kicked up a notch. “I… I wasn’t here. I mean I was here physically, but…”

“I know,” he said urgently. “That’s the same way I felt. Like an out-of-body experience.”

She wanted to tell him what was happening to her, the dreams and the burden that weighed on her mind. She needed to share it with him and only him. But she was afraid. Just be yourself, she heard herself saying to Linda, and recalled the image of Linda and Mike earlier. That moment had been a turning point for them. And here she was at that same crossroads. She shifted her gaze away. “Wow, the yogurt is melting.”

“We can get some more if you want.”

“No. I’m fine. I am getting a little tired though.”

Jackson stood. “I better get you home then.”

They walked back toward the garage and this time it was Jackson who reached for Zoe’s hand. They strolled together slowly, talking and laughing softly about the music that they liked growing up, the troubles that the Gulf Coast had experienced after Katrina and their passion for African art.

“I’ve been collecting pieces for years,” Zoe said as Jackson slowed the car when he pulled onto her street.

“Really?”

“From all parts of Africa, particularly Mali. It’s where my ancestors are from.”

“You traced your ancestry?”

“Since I was a little girl, my family has always talked about where our family came from. According to Nana Zora and the stories that she was told by her mother and grandmother, great-great-grandmother Zinzi was a conjure woman and head of her village. She was married to Etu, the son of the chief of the adjoining village…” She told him about their capture and how they were separated when they were brought to Louisiana and sold at auction. She left out the part about the legacy and the heartache that has haunted her family for generations. Perhaps the time would come later.

“The house and the land that we lived on was the house of the former slave owner, Ezekiel Beaumont.”

“Amazing,” he said.

“My house is the one on the right.”

Jackson eased to a stop in front of her house and cut off the engine. He turned to her. “Home safe and sound.”

She lowered her head then looked directly at him. “I’m suddenly not so tired anymore.” She hesitated a moment. “And I’m not ready for the night to end.”

“Neither am I.” He ran a finger across her brow.

“Would you like to come in for a little while? I think I have some wine and plenty of music.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She drew in a breath, turned and unlocked her door.



“These pieces are incredible,” he said admiring the small sculptures on the shelves and tabletops and the artwork on the white walls. “This is better than some galleries I’ve seen.”

“Thank you.” She handed him his glass of wine.

He raised his glass to hers. “To a wonderful evening and more to come.”

Zoe touched her glass to his and took a tiny sip. “So what would you like to listen to?”

“Why don’t you choose? I’m easy.”

“Okay.” She set down her glass and crossed the hardwood floors to a built-in wall cabinet. She opened the double doors in the center of the cabinet to reveal a fifty-two-inch television and a stereo system that could easily find its way into a recording studio. Inside were racks of CDs and albums. She slowly spun the rack and picked out six CDs and put them in the player. Moments later the sultry, plaintive voice of Billie Holiday filled the room with her signature song, “God Bless the Child.”

“Aww, Billie,” Jackson said. He put his glass down on an end table and turned toward Zoe. He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”

Zoe’s heart thundered in her chest and her legs felt weak as she placed her hand in his. Slowly he gathered her close until nothing but the fabric of their clothing separated them.

They swayed together in perfect harmony as if they’d always danced together. As Billie soothed them, Zoe felt her body relax and melt against Jackson. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the moment.

As the song came to its pitch-perfect end, Jackson lifted Zoe’s chin with the tip of his finger. They stood motionless, caught in each other’s gaze. Whatever hesitation she may have felt dissipated. She wanted him and she wanted him to want her just as much.

And he did.

The kiss was slow as he brushed his lips across hers. He teased her bottom lip with his teeth then his tongue, and delighted in feeling her body shiver against his. He cupped the back of her head in his large palm and drew her closer to him. Her lips parted ever so slightly and he teased them apart farther with his tongue until she let him in.

Her soft moan drifted into his soul and he felt like the sun had found a place inside him. She curled against him, igniting a full-blown erection that shook him to his core. His hands stroked her back, her arms, caressed her hips. He wanted to explore all of her if she’d let him.

Zoe eased down one strap of her dress and then the other. Jackson picked up the invitation and lowered the top of her dress to her waist to expose her full breasts.

His lips dropped from her mouth and skimmed her long neck, suckling the tender space near her collarbone. She whimpered and desire fueled his exploration. Her skin felt like silk and smelled like forever. If he lived to be one hundred he would never get enough of her scent. He planted hot kisses along the rise of her breasts.

She arched her back in offering, and he took the succulent fruit into his mouth, tasting and teasing the sweet brown nipples until she trembled, gripping his arms to keep from crumbling at his feet.

He was so hard that he hurt and he took her hand and placed it on his need, making her understand what she was doing to him and how much he wanted her.

Zoe’s touch was like a branding iron, hot and steamy and a strangled groan rose from the bottom of his feet when she began a slow and deliberate massage, gripping and releasing him in a maddening rhythm.

The music swelled in the background as Billie released that last heart-wrenching note then segued to “Body and Soul.”

Zoe took a small step back. She was on fire and she needed Jackson to douse the flames that threatened to consume her. “Come with me,” she said in a husky voice. She took his hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom. She opened the door and looked at him over her shoulder. Once she crossed the threshold there was no turning back. Yet she felt in her heart that making love to Jackson was so right.

She stepped inside and Jackson followed. She walked to her bed and sat down on the edge. Jackson slowly approached. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet.

“I want to see all of you.” He slid her dress down over her hips so that it fell to the floor. She stepped over the pool that it made at her feet. She was bare except for a tiny black lace thong that she was so happy she’d decided to wear.

He reached out and touched her right breast. His palm grazed her hardened nipple. Her eyelids fluttered. He moved closer, lowered his head and took her into his mouth. She moaned in pleasure.

Zoe fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and wondered why her fingers wouldn’t follow her commands. Finally she managed to get them opened and tugged his shirt off. Jackson tossed it to the floor. She went for his belt buckle, the rising desire and blinding need sabotaged her rational, conservative self. She wasn’t thinking with her head. Her body was totally in charge. When she unzipped him and felt the hard weight of him in the palm of her hand she felt wet between her legs.

Jackson instinctively knew that she was flowing and readying herself for him. He looped one arm around her waist to hold her in place and his other slipped between her sweet thighs and fingered the swollen * that longed for his attention.

“Ahhhh.” She sucked in air. Her knees weakened.

Jackson eased her back onto the bed. He stepped out of his pants and shorts and joined her. They stretched out side-by-side facing each other. He kissed her softly on the mouth, down her neck, between the swell of her breasts, down the center of her body and played for a moment with her navel. Her skin quivered beneath his lips.

All the while his fingers explored her and her body bathed them with her essence. Her pelvis moved instinctively in slow circles, while his fingers slid in and out and in and out.

Zoe gripped the sheets in her fists and pushed her heels into the mattress when he moved down between her trembling thighs. His mouth cupped her sex, sucked her in before dipping his tongue into the valley of honey.

Her entire body jerked. The muscles in her stomach fluttered. He grabbed her hips and licked and laved her until she was like butter, melting under his ministrations.

“Jackson!” she cried out tossing her head back and forth in the throes of passion.

“I’m right here, baby,” he said. “Let it happen. Let me love you.” He took her in his mouth again and the fire grew.

The flames began at her feet and traveled up her legs, raced along her body and ignited her breasts before exploding into an inferno that sent her screams of release soaring into the air in concert with Billie’s “Me and My Man.”

Jackson knew he couldn’t hold out much longer but he wanted her to be totally satisfied. He wanted her to remember this first night the way he knew he would remember it—that it was the turning point in their lives, a coupling that would change them forever. He didn’t know how he knew it he simply did, he thought as he moved between her legs.

He draped her legs over his arms and rose up on his knees. His erection was so hard that it jumped and pulsed, took on a life of its own, tugging him toward satisfaction.

When his hot tip touched her wet opening, it took all of his willpower to keep from exploding.

Zoe wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. She tasted herself on his mouth and sucked on his bottom lip with her teeth.

Jackson pushed in just a little. The throbbing head crossed the moist threshold.

Zoe moaned, pressing her fingers into his back. She squeezed her eyes shut as he arched her legs higher and wider and entered her fully.

“Ohhhh,” he groaned as her walls tightened and surrounded him.

The room moved into the distance. The music shifted from the bluesy tones of Billie to a pulsing drumbeat and bare feet dancing and pounding on dusty earth. Brilliant colors flashed in the distance as the tribesmen and women celebrated the consummation of Zinzi and Etu. The newly married couple moved together reaching a crescendo of celebration as they learned each other’s bodies in the rhythm as old as time. The union was a sacred one, destined to be and all the more potent because of the true love that blazed in Zinzi’s eyes as she lay beneath her husband, welcoming him into the dark hot valley of her body, crying out when he met the slightest resistance before breaking through the thin veil that separated them.

The pounding beat of the drums joined with the macaw cries of the women of the village and rushed through their veins intensifying the moment. Zinzi raised her legs higher, and opened for her husband. And the drums beat faster, louder carrying the newly joined couple along the rushing waters of the river, above the branches of the highest trees, tossing them against the heavens where they burst into a million pinpricks of light, becoming one with the stars above.

The images bloomed and the past and present merged, sucking Zoe and Jackson into the twisting, turning funnel of ecstasy that roared through Jackson gushing through Zoe’s walls, to erupt in her soul sending her on a spiraling journey of unspeakable joy. Their strangled cries of release rose and met Billie’s final note of “As Time Goes By.”