"How bad do you want this Mike?" He asks, glancing out into our small window.

"As bad as a meteor plummeting into earth" I sigh, shifting in the bed for a better view.

"That's pretty bad little brother, do you think we'll make it?"

"I know it Jermaine. One day we'll live in a big ole house like The Supremes or The Temptations. Can't you see it Jermaine?" I smile, closing my eyes wishfully.

"I-I think I can. I wonder if Joe does"

I shrug and turn on my back.

"I don't know Jermaine. All I know is, we're not staying in Indiana for long" I sigh, folding my arms beneath the comforter.

"You have big dreams little brother, I admire that. Keep that with you"

"I will. It's mine, no one can take it"

No one can take it...

Turning away from the trailers mirror I take in another hollow breath. I'm confused, I'm boggled. I give my all and ask for nothing in return, yet still I have enemies. Still people try to take advantage of me.

I have the greatest support I can ever ask for from the woman of my dreams, yet I'm still not fully happy. I'm safe only in her arms, but I know I can't stay there for ever. I can't hide my pain from her forever.

"You can do this Michael... You can do this" I repeat, forcing a smile.

Jesse isn't here to support me. She isn't here to kiss away my frustration. She's out trying to find herself as well. Today I am alone, it's been awhile since I've been alone and my anxiety is kicking in. I feel so lost. I can't be without her. She's my literal sanity.

A knock from the other side of my trailer door pulls me from my anxious thoughts. I turn towards the door, not even caring whose on the other side. I'm just not in the mood.

Opening the door, I turn towards my belongings and begin to pack them, not even giving my visitor attention.

"Look, I'm just not feeling well today, I'm calling it a wrap" I inform the visitor, assuming it's Joe or Bill.

It's not.

"H-Hi Michael..." He voice speaks, soft and catty.

"Oh hey Miss Thumptzen, I'm sorry but I'm not feeling to well. Joe and Frank will cover anything that needs to be done" I inform her, returning my attention onto my bag.

She remains silent, closing the trailer door behind her.

"How did you get in here anyway? Where's Bill?" I ask, hitting realization of the circumstance.

"I saw him talking to the producers, and you have been gone for awhile. I just wanted to check on you Michael" She says innocently.

There's something about the way she pronounces my name. The way the consonants roll off her tongue, like a serpent watching it's prey.

She's grown bolder with her flirtatious nature, even more careless than before. I've ignored it and remained cordial, but as much as I don't feel up to do it, it's time I lay down a few boundaries.

"Miss Thumptzen, I'm not in the mood for talking. Can you please let me finish here so I can go?" I ask, now avoiding her stare.

"I just wanted to help Michael. Please, call me Tatiana" She offers.

I turn around with another heavy sigh. I just want to return to the hotel and lay in Jesse's arms. I'm just silently praying that God will let me have that.

"Thank you. That's sweet, but I'll be fine after a long nap and a day to myself" I hint, rubbing my temples.

She nods and stands up, her lean legs speaking another language as she proceeds to exit with a remorseful, get well salute. When she finally disappears behind the trailers door, I rub my hands over my face in frustration. I just really need to return to Jesse, before I loose it.

After packing and waving salutations to my crew and dancers, I locate Bill and rush him in a speedy return to the hotel. After another long minute of waiting for him to fetch My driver; Phil, he finally returns and escorts me off the set without question, until we were in the SUV that is.

"When we get to the hotel, can we talk please?" He asks, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

I avoid his eyes and stare out into the lightly dimmed city. All the "normal" people of New York, gleeful and lively. Not a soul on the street is glum. No one can see through the tinted windows, the man that has everything, but nothing at all. The only thing I look forward to everyday is being with her.

The one person that saves my sanity as well as my life. When the world is against me, I know she isn't. I rely on her for my oxygen supply in the form of compassion. Though she struggles with her own dealings, she sets it aside just to aid my own discrepancies. I don't know how I even manage without her by my side for even a moment.

Maybe it's my issues with abandonment? Maybe it's my cry from being so malnourished in genuine love? She's given me so much, at times I don't know what to do. I treat her like the china she is because she's fragile. She's no Brooke, She's no Tatum, and she's definitely not anything close to Tatiana. She's mine.

"Michael... I really want to talk to you" Bill pushes as we board the elevator.

"Is Jesse here?" I ask, dismissing his urgency.

Bill sighs and nods.

"Yes, Scotty brought her over a few minutes ago..."

"Thank God" I whisper aloud.

Finally, a bell sounds indicating my prayers have been answered. Glancing at my watch, I mark the time at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. And for the first time this evening, I manage a smile.

As we depart from the elevator, I notice Bill's disappointed expression as he watches me enter my suite. Bill has to understand that he can't solve everything, especially not a heart that needs mending.

"Jess? Babygirl tell me that you are here" I call into the well lit suit.

Her bun is the first glimpse of her I see as I venture into the living room. She's in the middle of stretching. That's what amazes me about her. She jut returned from an early morning rehearsal and still is hard at work.

"Sorry baby, I had to stretch out my hamstrings, their killing me" She smiles a tiredly smile.

I drop my notes onto the coffee table as well as my bag of material, given to me as samples from potential designers. Walking up to her, I wait until she stands before gently grabbing her jaw and pressing our lips together.

Heavenly.

When I slowly released our kiss, I chuckle nervously. Before I can open my mouth for an explaination, her lips crash into mine as if she sympathizes with my longing of her.

"I missed you babygirl, I couldn't think. I couldn't function..." I whisper against her lips laying her onto the couch.

She nods, holding the back of my curls in her hands as she requests for our lips to never unlock from each other. Gladly giving into her request, my hands fall onto the hem of her fleece tee.

I'm growing hotter by the seconds. I need her right now. I want to feel the warm tissue that resides beneath the cotton. I want to feel her lines, hearing her sweet moans in my ear. I need this, I need her.

"Babygirl, let me make you feel special. Please?" I groan, feeling the temperature become denser around us.

Her eyes dance along mine. Her shyness has returned, but I know hidden behind her fear is desire, I want to bring that out of her. I want that feisty, sexy woman I know she's hiding.

"Rose... Babygirl don't fight it" I growl removing my kisses from her lips and replacing them onto her mocha skin.

Her scent is inticing, I'm shivering though I'm hovering over her. This is what she does to me.

Her eyes fall onto my hands. She's licks her lips nervously, before returning my gaze. When our eyes find each other, she silently agrees. I smile and claim her skin with my lips, all the while my hands slowly removed the cotton that hides her remarkable beauty.

Her skin like silk beneath my palms. The soft sighs of her heavy breaths trancing my ear as I lift her upwards. Removing the rest of the cotton, I marvel over her once more. Her breast held beautifully by the nude bra she's wearing. I don't want to release her fully, no not yet.

"You're so beautiful Jess. You don't understand. God you just don't..." I groan, tugging at the delicate skin of her neck. My hands travel slowly only to make quick work of her plush sweats.

Tugging them off to kiss the visible skin, like caramel, sweet and hard to detour savoring. Once again, we lock
eyes and I slowly peel off her
panties. I watch her chest, already
heaving before I lower my head to
taste her.

Her reaction; instant. Spreading her legs wider and throwing her head back onto the couch's shams. Focusing
on her hard bud, I swirl my tongue into her

"Ah...Ah...God..." She cries as lust fills the air.

I groan in response, feeling my hunger for her growing stronger.

Her whimpers, so unforgettable, as well
as her expressions. Her heavy breathing and sweet moans are enough to make my
brain frantic in processing her body. I must remain calm, though my body is now screaming for her.

"Oh my!" She gasps as I insert a long, slender finger.

I watch closely as her hands creep into my hair again. I refuse to ever stop
pleasing her with my lips until
she tightens and releases with a loud, high pitched whimper, pleading her surrender.

Panting, her eyes remain focused on mine. She's even more goddess like than before. She's so precious and fragile. I must end this session here, or I will not be able to contain myself.

"You're so sweet girl... Damn. You're my poison Jesse Rose" I breathe, reclaiming my position over her.

I've tasted her poison and I am certainly enraptured under her spell. I've entered her world, longing to venture deeper inside, but it's only by her request, in which I will do so.

Her Hershey eyes disappear behind her eyelids for a mere second before she speaks.

"I've never felt that before. I want more of you Michael" She whispers, leaning up onto her knees.

Her fear has long left her eyes as desire has taken it's place, dancing gracefully within her pupils. She's so glorious, but I'm hesitating. I've promised to Bill and even her that I wouldn't take her jewel, not yet. I promised for only her readiness would I cross that threshold.

"I love you so much Jesse Rose. You're so magnificent and delicate, I can't dismember that innocence. I can't" I whisper, my eyes still managing to stay with hers.

She remains silent, her nimble fingers finding their path on the trace of my flannels buttons. I'm sure as she processes my buttons, she can hear my wildly beating heart.

"I want you touch me like a woman Michael. Make me into your woman" She whispers, sliding my flannel from my shoulders.

Her words are torturous to my heart that has cried too long for the love of a woman. My body, too sparred from the longing of a woman's touch. My soul, cringing in desire of hers to coagulate into one.

"Are you sure Jess? I don't want you like the others..." I fringe, quickly shuffling the memories if Brooke and Tatum from my mind.

My mind and heart is with her now.

Instead of feeding into my hesitation, she places hers arms behind her back and slowly removes the maroon padding that withheld her beautiful breast.

I hold my breath for a mere minute as her fingers, small and nimble, discover the hem of my V-neck tee. No longer is she afraid to proceed, she's ready and it's held within the sparkle of her eyes.

Once we are both bare chest, we pause to capture this moment. Her mocha skin glistening with the grace of the sneaky sun rays; she's radiant.

"Touch me..." She whispers, meekness in her tone.

Abiding to her rule, I place my hand onto the arch of her back, guiding us down into the sofa. Soft moans escape her rosey lips as I take direction of her nipples, commanding them onto attention while my tongue swirls yet again onto her skin.

"Mmm..." Is her only response to my tongue.

I'm amazed how open she is. Twenty-three years she has held a precious gift, allowing me, a man who has not done the same, to receive it. That's why I must take my time and be delicate.

Tracing my tongue along her torso, I continue down onto her bud for a second helping, this time not giving into her cries for mercy. With her continuous whimpers, my already growing erection, presses desperately against my trousers.

I must remain calm. I must be gentle.

Once again I hold my breath when my trouser buckle is being desperately tugged at by those beautiful fingers again. Before she can begin with my zipper, I press my hands over hers, reluctantly stopping her.

"Not here babygirl..." I whisper, climbing off the couch.

I offer my hand to her, grazing over her bare temple. This temple will soon be intruded by love and passion as I will give into her request.

Directing her towards the suites bedroom, I scoop her into my arms before we reach the bedroom door. Before I know it, my body has somehow relieved itself of it's cloth leaving me in my briefs, now hovering over my Mona.

Though her body screams for my touch. My kiss. My body; her fear once again finds it's way into her eyes.

"Don't hide from me Jesse..." I whisper, mounting my lips onto her skin.

I can see the craving in her eyes as I rise for air between kisses

Catching the swelling held back by briefs, she inhales deeply fully aware of what I'm offering. Once my boxers are tossed away carelessly, she gulps, her eyes following my length.

"Don't worry babygirl. I'm going to take care of you... I'll be gentle" I assure her through another whisper.

"I'm not worried Michael..." Is her simple reply before I silence her with another kiss.

Gently spreading her caramel legs, I settle myself between them, allowing my tip to graze her entrance. I'm fighting the urge to continue on as a faint moan slips between her lips.

"I love you, Jesse Rose. I love you" I whisper, planting soft kisses on the nape of her neck while I gently pushed myself between her velvet one walls, continuing the battle to go all in.

She hisses, her palms meeting my bare back.

"I'm sorry babygirl... You just feel so good" I groan, daring to travel deeper into her sea.

Another hiss escapes her lips as I continue inching inside of her. The deeper I sink, the more I enjoy drowning in her sea. But, I still remind myself that it's Jesse who should be in uplifted pleasure.

"Am I hurting you?" I manage to whisper.

Her mouth falls agape, but no words escape. Only her eyes close before she begins rocking into my hips.

"Michael..." She moans, her nails now dragging into my back.

She continues granting my wish for passion, as her wails fill the hollow walls. I don't even put effort in hushing her. I want to hear her whine in my ear. I want the hotel to know how I make Jesse Rose Edmond feel. When her wails grow in pitch, so does her reactions.

Gripping the sheets beneath her, my name is her only verdict. The victim of this night is her body and soul as it has now been transposed to me. I now own her body. I am learning every inch of it. No one else will ever make her cry in pleasurable agony the way that I am. No one.

The amount of heat our bodies are producing compels us to become one as I bury my face into her neck, while her moans still beckon for more in my ear.

Soon her velvet walls began to surrender the rest of her womanhood to me, causing Jesse to hiccup whimpers in response.

"Open your eyes babygirl, I want to see them" I instruct, fighting back my own climax.

She obeys, her eyes bright and bold once again due to the help of the evening suns rays.

With a few more passionate thrusts, her walls tumble before my grace with a shriek of pleasure, as well as surrender her beautiful juices. Alongside her, I extract juices of my own, giving her the rest of my love I have to offer.

Heaving and sweaty bodies are the result of our passion set free. Though my bones weary from the high intensified climax, I manage to continuing hovering over her enjoying the feeling of being inside her.

Once breaths were revived, I retrieve myself and claim a spot beside her longing to feel her chest rise and fall against mine.

"I-I'm your woman now..." She sighs happily.

I take her hand in mine and kiss her palm.

"Yes, forever mine. No one can take that. No one" I smile, opening my arms for her to scoot closer.

She begins to move but instantly winces in pain. Glancing down at the bloodied sheets. In my rush, I hadn't realized that this would happen as well as I didn't use protection. But, none of that mattered, I made love to the woman of my dreams, finally.

"Baby...I can't move and the sheets have blood on them..." Jesse worries.

Sitting up from my spot, I grab two hotel robes from the nearby wardrobe and turn towards her.

"I'm going to pick you up now. I'll try to be careful" I assure her, sliding on my robe.

She slowly sits up and allows me to tie on her robe as well, only wincing when I slide her off the bed.

"Michael, the sheets..." She winces.

"I'll handle that later. Right now we should get some sleep. Then, we'll shower later okay?"

She nods and hugs onto my neck as I carry her out into the living room. Managing to kick off the shams from the couch, I lay her down first, before taking the fleece throw from the couch and covering us with it as I spooned her.

"Are you hurting babygirl?"

"Just a little. I'm just very tired" She yawns, pulling my arms closer to her chest.

Sighing, I rest my chin on her shoulders and listen to her calming breaths as she drifts off into the world of slumber. Jesse Rose Edmond is now a bigger part of me than I can even comprehend. She now rightfully belongs to me....