by D. M. Burns
“He’s fucking wasted.” Rampage throws his arm out at me while talking to Rebel then picks his pace back up with the cleaning project. “These are all liquor bottles. Unnecessary bullshit.” He shakes his head in annoyance.
“Wasted, yes. Deaf, no. Did you and the Wallstreet God layer the bank account asshole?” I smirk at Rampage. He nods his head as he moves for the pantry to get the dustpan.
“Fuck that shit, Ren. What brought on this bullshit? And why did you beat Sellers ass? I mean other than the obvious sick fuck that he is.” Rebel holds both of his hands up in question. Slumping forward, I run both of my hands through my long hair before leveling my eyes back on my little brother. Red-eye to Red-eye contact.
“The strip mall, remember?” Rebel nods. “After talking to him, I know he raped her. Every instinct in my body tells me so Reb.” I mumble. Rebel takes a step back as if I had slapped him. Ramp drops the dustpan and broom action immediately stepping into the cray-cray circle.
“What the fuck are you talking about Ryice?” Ramp asks.
The warning sign is in the given name. The air around us is thick with wicked ways and possibilities. I warned you guys. Rage is not the villain here, no. Compared to the three of us, he’s a cuddly fucking bedside blanket. When I don’t answer quickly enough, Rebel jerks me up off the counter with ease, tossing my two-hundred-and-seventy-pound ass over his massive shoulder like I’m his insubordinate child.
All I see is blurred vision with flashes of colors from the tiles moving at a rapid pace as he stalks forward. Then without warning, I’m hurled inside my oversized walk-in shower. Ramp hits the water and I get sprayed from all sides with a cold wet rude awakening. Reminds me of the surprise splash in the pool from yesterday with Asia. I fall onto the bench shielding my face. My entire suit is soaked along with my expensive kicks. Shit.
“Talk now god damnit.” Rebel roars.
“All that shit Asia pulled years ago. I’m telling you it was because of Sellers.” I run my hands through my soaked hair and look up at my brothers. “Cut the fucking water off.” I clip. The water is draining down my face in a flowing current. Ramp flips the switch. “He raped her. The only flaw in his plan was he got her pregnant. FUCK.” I stand up and jerk my jacket off chucking it on the bench. “She had a miscarriage but this whole time I thought she had an abortion. And I thought it was mine. She never said shit, nothing. That’s why she broke it off. That’s why she left.”
“You know all this how? Did she tell you?” Rebel asks. I shake my head no.
“I don’t fucking have to hear it from her. Those are the fucking facts man.” I growl and step into him. Being the smart guy that he is, he doesn’t say another word but steps back. Yeah, I’m coherent now assholes. All my cylinders are running at full compacity with anger as the fuel, boiling over. Unbuttoning my shirt, I shed it too.
Rampage being Rampage, he’s studying the situation in front of him. Weighing out options and soaking up information. He’s filing the data in its appropriate compartments. Rebel’s simply raging on the inside silently, unlike Rage.
“Thanks for the wakeup call. I’m going to shower now that I’m fucking in here. So, if you don’t mind showing yourselves the fuck out of my house, I’d appreciate it. It’s my mess. I’m the god damn cleaner. I got this shit. Don’t involve Rage. He’s married and has Reese to think about.”
I slam the glass door and toss the rest of my soaked clothes over the wall then lather the fuck up. I have some baby brown eyes that need my attention. Maybe five years fucking late but damn if I’m not going to try. Whatever it takes.
Rolling the sleeves of my white dress shirt back, I move through my house feeling like a renewed member of the human race. But a functioning element of society doesn’t harbor the thoughts I have holed up inside of my cranium. When I step into my kitchen, I spot Rampage sitting in one of the empty stools.
“Thought I told you to head out.” My twin brother tilts his head at me. My literal mirrored reflection staring back at me just a glossy GQ playboy quality. “Spill it asshole cause I got shit to do,” I say.
“Brother, why didn’t you ever tell me?” He shakes his head slowly looking off over my shoulder like I’ve branded his pretty-boy face.
“I’m glad I didn’t Ramp. My truths back then were so far off the mark. It would’ve only spread more hate that was undeserving her way.” I say.
“Yeah. This entire thing is fucked up. I knew you were bad off back then, but I didn’t push.” He says.
“Well, this is a different time and things will get handled.” He nods his head.
“What are you going to do?” He asks.
“First, I’m going to talk to her. Anything else, you don’t need to know about.” I quirk my brows at him and he laughs. “What’s going on with the strip mall? You get that squared away for me?”
“Yeah. That’s all handled, and the place is ready for business. As soon as Asia is ready, she can roll out with whatever her little ninja heart desires.” He says.
“Good. Thanks for handling that.” I scrub my face with my hand and walk over to the frig and grab a water out.
“You’ll make it right brother.” He shrugs.
“That’s the plan. Where’s Reb?” I ask.
“He took off. He said he had some computer shit to take care of at Chaos.”
“Who is she Ramp?” I smirk and he shoots me a confused look.
Shaking my head from side to side is my silent way of telling him the lie is something I won’t buy. He’s got a sexy secret going on in New York. His frequent visits are much more than just money moves with his bud Brogan. Hell, this fucker can make money from anywhere. The New York location is not needed for his bankroll, this is a cover for a lady lover.
“She’s… Well, a really good friend brother.” Liar-liar pants on fire fucker… He rubs the back of his neck with a half-smile playing on his fuckboy face.
“I’ll give you that. As long as you know that nothing slips by your big brother.” I shrug.
“Your only two minutes older than me, asshole.” He says.
“Still the oldest.” I turn my water up. “Thanks for cleaning the kitchen,” I say.
“No problem. Listen, if you need me, Ren…” He stands from the stool and grips the back of his neck. “I’m here man. Whatever it is. I’m your damn twin.”
“Then you know I got this. I want you to do what you do best, brother. And that is to make money work for us.” I smirk.
“Shit, here’s your portion.” He opens his suit jacket tossing out an envelope filled with cash onto the counter. “Brogan and I racked up on a stock tip.” He chuckles.
“You assholes are like rubbing two lucky pennies together.” I walk over and clap him on the shoulder. “Rage’s big fight is gonna be one for the history books. So, take that cash and put it all on him, yeah? I gotta go. See you tomorrow night at the fight.” I pick the cash up and push it in his chest.
“No problem.” He saunters his way out of the kitchen. I turn back to the counter and swipe my keys. Time for me to see my brown-eyed girl.
chapter 26 - asia
Sturdy hands are carrying me through my apartment. Ones that are familiar and safe. My eyes creep open and Ren’s smiling down at me. He smells like an expensive spice with a fruity aftermath, temptation.
Feeling the cloudy and jumbled alcohol effects, I reach out and lightly brush my hand across his cheek. He quickly turns his head kissing my palm. That whiskey brown hair is pulled back at the nape of his neck and those mercury eyes are filled with concern. I drop my hand over my stomach and wait to wake up. My body feels like silly putty funneling through the gapped fingers of life.
Yearning for this dream to continue, I keep my mouth shut and let this playout. I don’t want to disturb this welcomed sight. The last thing I remember was a vodka bottle, my back hitting the living room floor, a brief conversation with Mr. Frazier then shortly after that I closed my eyes and passed out.
“Br
own sugar, I’m going to lay down with you, alright? Is that okay?” His voice is so sexy. I simply nod while blinking slowly.
“I never had an abortion, Ren. It was my baby. Mine.” I whisper. A dream is the perfect place to set some things straight. No blowback.
“Shit, baby. I know that now. Fuck, I know. I’m so sorry.” His eyes are so conflicted. Guilt is swirling around the silver outlines. “You should’ve come to me baby. We would’ve been alright. I’d have taken care of you.” He whispers.
Ren jerks my covers back laying me in my soft bed of clouds. A far cry from the hard-living room floor. He starts to undress and damn, just damn. I don’t want to leave him feeling all alone in this task. So, I tug my tank top off tossing it somewhere into the darkroom. Then the boy shorts are a distant memory too. This is the best fucking dream ever.
“Brown sugar, I didn’t come here for that. I came here for you. To take care of you. I need to make shit right.” His voice is gruff as his pants hit the floor.
“Well, take care of me then Ren,” I whisper. “Just no more hate please.”
“Fuck baby… No, no hate.” He looks up to the ceiling then back to me. He’s fighting a new war between what he believes is right and wrong. Conflicted between what he thinks I need versus what we both want.
I’m well aware that this is no longer a dream but a reality. I want to take full advantage of it too. While he’s here. Before he decides that he hates me again. Before he disappears again.
“This is not wrong. Come here, Renegade.”
He climbs his sculpted body between my legs. Jesus, he’s so warm. When I feel his dick pressing against my core goosebumps break out across my skin. He was blessed in beauty from head to toe. God made sure that this man’s size was meant to impress too. Thank you!
Usually the scales even out with a complete package on the outside for the eye to see but a smaller package behind the zipper. This is not the case with Ryice. He’s huge everywhere and he’s well versed in using every last inch for prime pussy pleasure, triple P program. Facts that can’t be ignored.
“Brown eyes…” He runs his fingers through my hair, and I close my eyes. His voice sounds strange, feather-light and horse. “I’m sorry about what I said to you yesterday. I fucked up. I didn’t understand and what I’ve thought was all wrong baby. Misplaced anger. That’s no excuse though.” I brush my fingers over his lips and nod my head.
I don’t want to think about what he said. If I do, I’m sure to cry. Pushing it off to the back of my mind with all the other memories sent to do harm. Leaning up I press my lips to his and steal his peppermint breath. The growl that emerges out of the back of his throat sounds urgent. His hunger is displayed in every swipe of his tongue. Consuming me. Claiming me. Taking from me.
“This is not about hate. Never again baby.” He rasps out.
Gyrating into his massive length unashamed, I crave the relief only I can get from him, with him. Always him. Quickly he rolls over taking me along for the ride and positioning me to straddle him. His hands roam from my shoulders sliding seductively over my skin. Skimming the sides of my body as he teasingly moves his hips back and forth against the seam of my down south core. My wetness coats him with need.
His thumb glides over my wet pussy and I moan. Those silver eyes dart up to mine when he starts to circle my clit with the pad of his thumb. My head lolls to the side flaring my hair over my shoulder and I bite down on my bottom lip suppressing my moan. Experience is in his every touch. Renegade knows what he’s doing, excellence is in his expertise. He withdraws his thumb and cups both of my breasts in his hands.
“You’re fucking perfect brown eyes.” He says.
“No baby, I’m not.” But I wished I could be for you. To have you. Deserve you.
“The fuck you say.” He growls.
Ren suddenly shoots up covering my breast with his mouth sucking gently. I wrap my hands into his hair and slide the hair tie out watching his beautiful locks break free. I hold his talented head exactly where it is then he switches to the other side mimicking his touch. His teeth grazing my sensitive nipples licking them like their icing on a cake. His tongue takes a detour up my neckline, nipping and biting. It’s sexy and fucking hot. I want more, everything.
His other hand grips the back of my neck angling me where he wants me, as his lips whisper into my ear. “You may want to fuck Asia and any other time I’ll give that to you. But not tonight baby. I’m taking what I need. What I need right now is to make love to you.” My breath catches in my throat and I pull back staring at him, love and war. Damn. This man is causing me some serious mental whiplash.
“Ren… Please don’t say…” I start but he quickly cuts me off by flipping me back over. Him being the expert in sex that he is, he slides that dick home deep within me. No navigation needed.
“Jesus Christ. You’re so fucking wet and tight. Perfect pussy. Saved for me. Ready for me. Mine.” His dick slowly taps out against my inside vault. He fills me up and my nails dig into the skin of his back. He’s huge and feels so damn good.
“Renegade, oh God.” My hips grind into him for the much-needed relief it seeks.
“I’m carving my initials into this pussy tonight. Prepare yourself. After this, you’ll belong to me, again. There’s no way out either. Two words, Ryice Carter.” His sentiment is forced between strokes and the meaning is clear. “You’re mine god damnit. You know it too.”
“Baby don’t. Hmmm.” I moan
“Always have been brown sugar. I’ll make all this shit right, I promise.” I close my eyes and try to look away, but he cups my face forcing me to look at him. “It runs deep Asia.” Oh, God.
He moves slowly in and out. Angling his hips up hitting my g-spot with every stroke. Sturdy, long intentional pumps driving into me with purpose. Pure insanity. This is different from the last time, this is Ryice. The man combined with the boy I love. He’s making a statement. He’s making love to me. What we use to share, it’s here in this room tonight. Mine over Matter.
“This is how it’ll be with me, baby. Giving you exactly what you need. Continually, over and over.” He positions his large arms on either side of me casing me in and deliberately grinds, picking up pace slightly.
He rolls over again gripping me by the arms. When I’m fully upright he slams upward into me. Jesus. I drop my head back exhaling a loud moan. His name follows right behind.
“Oh… God…” I plant my hands down onto his chest and ride him with dedication for the orgasmic bliss we both seek. “Ren.” I hiss out.
“Fuck Asia. That pussy is clenching up.” His jaw tightens and ticks.
My hair curtains around my face and he fists a hand full like it’s wronged him, jerking my head back. He rises up biting into my shoulder. Just enough sting to have me drenching his dick. His other hand is tweaking at my nipples. It’s the hottest act I’ve ever experienced.
“Holy fuck.” I rasp out. He licks across the mark finding his way to my lips. Cupping my lower back holding me tightly to him, we dive into each other. Our connection never missing a stride. “I’m going to cum Ryice.” I grind down and pick up the pace. He grips both of my hips and we pump into each other forcefully.
“God damnit. I’m cuming baby.” He growls.
His large arms drape around my back and he throws me down into the bed thrusting into me like a crazed man. My core clamps down on him releasing an orgasm unlike any other I’ve ever experienced. Leaving black spots with sharp sparks of light in my vision. It’s bliss with him.
Ren plunges one last time and fills me with his release. Staying fully rooted in me like his dick was fuse there. Still fully enveloped in him, he buries his face into my neck. Our breathing is erratic and labored. My mind and body are both weary.
But my first thought is will he leave now. The notion makes me sad for a moment then I remember our relationship is sex. I’m sexually satisfied and so is he. If he leaves then I’ll deal. He slowly tilts his head back and kisses me whil
e teasingly licking my bottom lip.
“Go to sleep now brown sugar eyes. I’ll be here when you wake up, yeah?” I nod sluggishly.
Ren slowly pulls out of me growling through the act like that too pisses him off. He slides his body up against mine, tucking me into him and throws the covers over us. Closing my eyes, I fall asleep with Ren’s heartbeat under my cheek. It’s effortless deep sleep that my body craves with him next to me. Just like the night, he slipped through my window so many years ago, its embraced.
chapter 27 - asia
Stepping out of the shower, I pull the towel off the wall holder and wrap myself up tightly. I left Ren sleeping in the bed and have a couple of hours before I need to head out. My fashion knowledge and abilities are needed on set today for a movie that’s being shot in downtown Atlanta. It pays well and the added incentive of possibly seeing Dewayne Johnson has turned me into an eager working beaver.
Trying to place together the fragments of last night has left me a little confused and off centered. I’m not sure what brought about a change of heart with Ren. Whatever it was that lead him to my apartment last night came with change. He went from spewing venomous hate back at the pool to making love to me. A complete one-eighty. That boy I loved made an appearance. He was alive and well shining through the man that Renegade is today. The Joker juice was pumping through him. I just hope I don’t come face-to-face with the flipside of that coin this morning.
My curiosity is piqued but rocking the boat is a dangerous game. He wants truths from me that I’m not willing to give. So, it wouldn’t be fair for me to ask anything of him. Sex does not automatically translate into a commitment, right? This shit is going to end badly, I know this.
When the door opens, Renegade appears in nothing but his black boxers, sporting a mischievous smile and that silky hair is fanned out around his face. Dear Christ. He leans his broad shoulder against the doorframe crossing his arms over God’s work of art.