by V Vee
I was still kind of stunned about that shit to this day.
In any case, Eddie had gone out and bought her a new controller and watching her cuddle with it showed me just how much she valued it.
I shook my head and stepped inside to straighten up the area just a bit, when my eyes fell on the stuffed strawberry in the corner. Which was when I remembered why I’d gone to the kitchen.
I smacked my forehead and after placing a gentle kiss on my daughter’s forehead, fixing the covers over her—Eddie kept it at a freezing 60° at night when it was time to sleep—then after gently closing the door, I headed back down to the kitchen with my mind focused on getting the food I’d been craving minutes before.
As I waited for the pizza to heat up, I looked out the window above the sink and…
What the fuck? Is someone just standing there watching me?
No. I had to be imagining things. We lived in a very safe neighborhood. Papa Steele had been even more protective of his wife and sons than Eddie was of me, our daughter, and our unborn sons. There was barely any crime, not only in our neighborhood but in surrounding neighborhoods. As a matter of fact, the fight Eddie had with Zander over a year and a half ago had been the most exciting thing to happen to the expensive, private Sherwood subdivision our home was a part of.
So seeing someone stand outside in the dark, watching our place was a little… unnerving to say the least.
I have to be seeing things.
I turned away when I heard the beeping from the microwave behind me, and the moment I swung my gaze back out the window, the person—or whatever I’d seen—was gone.
I shook my head.
I’m losing my mind.
However, I wasn’t able to dwell on that for too long. The house phone rang, and I answered it quickly, glad the rooms had such good insulation. Ashley should still be asleep.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Baby.”
I released a happy sigh. “Hey, babe.”
“You okay?”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Yep. Just had a craving.”
“Black olive pizza and… what?”
I grinned. “Strawberries.” I pulled the now heated pizza from the microwave and placed my sliced strawberries on top.
“Oh gross,” Eddie said, gagging over the phone.
“Oh stop. You wouldn’t think so if you tried it.” I moaned as I took a bite and heard the catch in Eddie’s voice.
“Cut that shit out while I’m trying to work,” he admonished me.
“Cut what out?” I asked with a frown, checking back out the window.
“You know what, Hev. I’m not there to make you moan for real, so just… cool it with making me hard okay?”
I finished the pizza and tapped my lip. “But what if I help? You’re in your car alone, right?”
I could hear Eddie’s excitement in his quickened breath.
“Yeah.”
“Okay then.” I shrugged. “Let’s see how good I am at phone sex,” I tease.
Then, after one last glance out the window to make sure I’d just been imagining someone out there and it was all clear now, I headed upstairs and back to my bedroom so I could help my husband with his erection “problem.”
Chapter Seven
Eddie
Scarpetta House
Baltimore, Maryland
I’d never cum so hard from just stroking my cock before.
Hell, I’d never had an orgasm that strong just from listening to a woman talk to me about how she wanted to suck my balls into her mouth,
Fuck. I was getting hard again just thinking about the way Heaven had talked to me and the things she’d said.
My woman was hot as fuck.
I glanced over at the very large wad of soiled napkins that had been used to catch and clean up all the jizz from my cock and I was extremely glad that my wife had directed me to have lots of napkins, straws, and condiments in my car.
“Black people always make sure to grab a handful or more of napkins whenever we get food at restaurants or fast food places. Because you never know when you might need them. Hell, we get napkins, straws, and condiments. We stay prepared.”
I’d argued with her, but when we’d asked Parker, Nia, and Rachel, they’d all agreed with Heaven. My wife had merely smiled at me.
But now, as I placed the dirty napkins into the small, empty, plastic trash bag I’d pulled from the roll inside of my glove compartment—another suggestion from my wife who pointed out that we had a kid under 10—I had to thank my woman for her brilliance. And her dirty mouth.
A mouth I fully intended to stuff with my hard dick as soon as I got home.
But that was something I could think about later. At that point, I needed to focus on what I was doing. I was sitting outside of the Scarpetta House waiting for Kyra Barham-McCarthy “The Boss” to show up to help me deal with my… assignment.
As if he knew I was talking about him, there came a knocking against the inside of my vehicle from the man trussed up and gagged in my trunk.
B&G Security: Black & Green Security, my personal security firm that I own and ran with Cage, Khan, and a few other friends, had been hired to protect the 6-year-old daughter of billionaires: Gabriel and My’chell Worth, after there had been a number of threats made against them, in the way of their daughter. I’d been more than happy to take the case, as the little girl reminded me of my own daughter, Ashley. However, while guarding her, I’d caught her new tutor—some tall, slender, pale-skinned, clean-cut, brown-haired man, wearing a brown suit, who looked completely average and unassuming—trying to molest the little girl. Her parents had taught her well, of course, and before I could move in, she’d already broken the man’s fingers, but for me… well, that hadn’t been enough.
All I could think about was how many other children he’d possibly molested.
All I could think about was Zander, sexually abusing and hurting my Heaven.
Then my mind flooded with images of Harmony, my friend Cage’s fiancée. The mother of his son. Harmony who had endured more than any one person should ever have had to.
And my vision hadn’t just turned red, it had turned white, as fury welled up inside of me so fierce it was blinding.
Before I knew it, I’d called for Khan to come and cover for me, since Cage couldn’t be found, and I’d bound and gagged the piece of shit. I’d placed a call to Andrew, but it was Kyra who had answered. And after I’d told her what had happened, and what I wanted—needed—to do, she’d not only agreed, but she’d told me to take him to the Scarpetta House and promised to meet me there.
I climbed out of my car the minute I saw a sleek, emerald green I Benz Maybach Exelero pull up to the empty building. I whistled low as soon as I heard the gentle purr of the engine and saw the high-performance four-seater sports car with its V12 twin-turbo engine.
The longer I stared at it, the more I recognized it. Especially the moment I saw the slender, shapely legs of “The Boss” as she opened the driver’s door and swung them out of the interior in order to climb from inside.
It was the same car featured in one of the rapper Jay-Z’s music videos. As soon as I saw Kyra alight from inside, I pointed at her car.
“Didn’t Birdman buy this?” I asked. Kyra paused for a moment, then gave me a brilliant smile. Even after all the children she’d had over the years, after having just given birth the year before, Kyra’s body was still amazing. She had a Coke bottle shape if ever there was one. Though her stomach wasn’t flat, and was, in fact, slightly round, after all of the kids she’d had, it was amazing that she still looked as if she could give some of the Top Models and supermodels of the world a run for their money. Her skin glowed, her hair, cut into a bob, with blonde streaks throughout the black, was lush and full of life. She was wearing a pair of black, leather pants, a black, long-sleeved, lace see-through shirt, that covered up the most important bits. On her feet were a pair of red-bottomed, black stilettos. That looke
d as if they had tiny spikes on the backs of them.
“Birdman and Andrew are old friends. He gave me the car for my birthday,” she answered with a shrug before heading back to her car and pulling out a bag from within. Though she’d made the statement in an off-handed manner, I had a feeling that there was much more to her words than what she’d said.
I waited for her to walk towards me before I opened my trunk and pulled out the squirming and fighting man from inside.
“Nice shoes,” I complimented her, as I slammed the trunk doors and followed her inside.
Kyra chuckled and glanced back at me. “Thanks, my friend, Command, gave them to me after I had my last baby.”
I lifted my eyebrows in surprise.
“Wait… Command as in… Command-Command? The head of the Feline Guild?” I asked, following Kyra down into the basement and into one of the pre-designated rooms that the clan used for… interrogations and lessons.
She smiled again and nodded. “The one and only. Andrew knew Charles… from before. And met Command through him. And I met both of them and she and I hit it off right away.”
I shook my head. “Crazy how small this world is.”
Kyra inclined her head. “Agreed.”
We’d reached the center of the room, so I dropped the piece of shit on the ground, smiling when he let out a howl of pain—as best he could with the gag in his mouth.
“So… he likes little girls, huh?” Kyra asked, all pleasantry leaving her face as she placed her bag down on one of the tables at the side of the room. If someone were to simply walk by, the room looked as if it were still under construction. The walls were bare, the floor covered with a tarp, the only furniture two long, thin tables on either side of the interior. And yet, so much happened within, it was amazing that there was no trace evidence left. Instead Kyra’s female organization, and now Clan McCarthy, used the room, and sometimes the entire building to dispose of, take care of, and deal with people who needed to die slowly and painfully.
We brought pedophiles, sex traffickers, racists, and child abusers here.
Which was why the man I’d caught trying to molest the Worth girl was the room’s newest and most current guest.
“Oh yeah. Danyelle Worth. Six years old. Tried to touch her somewhere that was definitely off-limits to him.”
Kyra spun around to look at me. “My’chell Worth’s daughter?”
I frowned for a moment and nodded my head. “Yeah. You know her?”
Kyra nodded, reaching inside her bag and pulling out a pair of gloves, which she tugged on angrily. “Oh yeah. My’chell is friends with Joi Young-Marconi, who’s related to Rachel.”
I blinked. “Wait… you mean, our Rachel?”
Kyra nodded. “One and the same. My’chell is also friends with Her Highness, Princess Valerie Smythe.”
I whistled and shook my head as I stared down at the sorry excuse for a man whose eyes had gotten impossibly wide. I crouched down next to him and grabbed his chin in a tight, uncompromising grip.
“You fucked up, royally,” I said, smiling when Kyra snorted at my use of the word. “I mean… not only did you try to mess with a kid, but you tried to mess with a kid with ties to the McCarthy clan, and, a little girl with connections to a fucking princess.” I smacked his face as hard as I could.
I stood up and observed Kyra.
“Want some help?”
Kyra’s lips quirked up at the side as she gave me a look that sent a mix of both fear and respect slithering down my spine.
“Eventually,” she told me. “But for this first part? I’d rather work alone.” And with that, she reached into her bag and pulled out a meat slicer.
I nodded and walked out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me, but not before hearing the buzz of the tool, and the scream of the man who’d thought there would be no repercussions for his actions.
Dumbass.
It has an impressive top speed of 213 mph.
Chapter Eight
Heaven
Steele Family Home
Baltimore, MD
I was lying in bed when I heard the garage door open.
Rolling over, I checked the security camera, my heart settling the minute I saw Eddie pull into the three-car attached structure, in his SUV. However, as soon as he stepped out, I sat up.
He didn’t just look exhausted, my man looked… tortured.
I climbed from beneath the thick, maroon duvet, and from in between the black sheets, and went to meet him downstairs. I wasn’t sure what he’d been doing, but whatever it was, as his “helpmate” it was up to me to help soothe the cares and fight the demons that haunted him. And so, bearing the words of my mother and father in my mind, I headed down the stairs and met him at the base.
“Baby,” Eddie breathed. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay. You know I can’t really sleep if you’re not there with me.”
He gave me a small smile and lifted his hand to caress my cheek but paused and lowered it before his fingers could make contact with my skin.
I frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just… hard case.”
I nodded. “I get that, but what does that have to do with you not wanting to touch me?”
He sighed and ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair. “It’s not that I don’t want to touch you. I do. Of course, I do. I want to hold you in my arms and never let you go. But I did something tonight…” He trailed off and turned his head to look away from me.
I grabbed his hand. “Was it necessary?”
He stared at me for a long moment before he nodded. “Yes. I had to stop him from hurting another child.”
My eyes slid closed at his words. “Eddie, did you slay a monster? Did you make the world a better and safer place for our daughter? For the daughters of other parents out there?” I opened my eyes and lifted my hand to cup his cheek. “Did you do something that makes you a hero in some little girl’s nightmare?”
I watched as he swallowed thickly before he jerked his head up and down once. Twice. After that, I smiled at him.
“Then, Baby, there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Actually, I’m so very proud of you.” I wiped away the few tears that escaped his eyes.
“As a matter of fact, didn’t I promise you something when you got home?”
Eddie frowned in confusion, his eyebrows lowering before his face cleared and he grinned at me. “I don’t remember what you’re talking about.”
“Oh really? Let me remind you.” I rose on my tiptoes, and placed a kiss on his lips, before moving down to his neck. I ran my tongue along his collarbone slowly, sliding my hand down his body until I settled my fingers over his groin. Where I found his impossibly hard cock.
I heard a low groan above me. I’d learned early on that licking and sucking on Eddie’s collarbone was one of his sweet spots. I ran my hand up and down his bare chest, while I moved down to twirl my tongue around one nipple then the other.
I slowly kissed my way down his torso until I was on my knees in front of him. Tucking my thumbs in the waistband of his pants, I pulled them down his lean hips. Eddie wore no underwear, and his cock sprang out of his pants. For a second, I thought of teasing him, until I looked up into his eyes. The need I saw in his gaze penetrated me to the core of my being.
I used my tongue to spread the pearl of pre-cum that emerged from the tip of his shaft. Deciding against taking it slow, I fit my lips around his girth and sucked him into my mouth. Eddie groaned even louder as his head fell back against the wall behind him. At first, I just let my moistened lips caress up and down his shaft, but when I felt Eddie’s hands in my hair, encouraging me for more, I upped the ante.
I allowed my tongue to glide along the underside of his cock, while I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. I could already feel the weight of his cock grow heavier in my mouth as it filled with cum. I placed my hands on each of his butt cheeks and deepened my sucking. I knew Eddie was
on the edge when his grip tightened in my hair, but I pulled back, releasing his cock.
Before Eddie could protest, I dipped my head lower, sucking his balls into my mouth, and using one hand to continue stroking his length. I continued this for a few moments, before returning my mouth’s attention to his cock. I quickened my pace and took him to the back of my throat. I used one hand to massage his balls, as I let my tongue toy with his cock.
Within minutes I felt his balls draw up, just before his cock bulged even more.
“Shit. Fuck. Hev!” Eddie yelled above me, just as his cum splashed against my tongue. I continued to suck him until I’d drained him of every last drop. When he stopped cumming, I felt him slump against the wall, and I stood up.
“You remember now?” I asked in response to his teasing from earlier. I felt him watching me as I turned and headed up the stairs and towards the bathroom, unbuttoning and removing my clothes as I went. Just as I made it to the door of our bedroom, however, I peered over my shoulder.
“You coming?”
He half-smiled as he pushed himself from the wall, remove his sweatpants, and follow me into the bathroom.
Once we were inside, I turned on the shower and helped my man undress. Not because he was incapable, but because I felt as though he needed me to cater to him for the night. To remind him of how much he was loved, appreciated. Let him know that I was still there. That I wasn’t going to leave him.
To bring him back from the edge of darkness.
And so, after I slid Eddie’s clothes off, I directed him into the hot, pelting, but soothing water. Not for the first time, I was thankful that Eddie had chosen to upgrade much of the house after Ashley and I had moved in with him. Case in point, the bathroom off the master suite had been a drab light blue and grey tile, with off-white walls, and a single showerhead bathtub-shower combo. It now had a maroon and light brown tiled floor, maroon walls, with a Maplewood trim, brand new silver faucets, a multi-flush toilet, double sinks, a jacuzzi bathtub, and a shower with four shower heads. One in front, one on either side of the shower, and a rainfall one.