by Posey Parks
Sierra slid in front of me. “Baby, he just arrived. He didn’t know I was engaged to you.”
My cold eyes fell on her. “You didn’t tell him?”
She pressed her hands against my chest. “Dillon, I told him I am engaged. I didn’t tell him to whom.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Dillon, if I would have known she was your fiancée, I wouldn’t have carried on a conversation with her.”
Her eyes shot back at him, then to me. “Wait a fucking minute! No one can talk to me? I’m off limits!”
“Yes.” My eyes were turning colder by the second. “Why would you want to talk to a single man? You are engaged?”
“Dillon, Marco and I have moved past that. He respects the fact that I am engaged to be married. We are just friends. I’m going to help him find a woman.”
I grimaced. “Fuck Marco. He can find his own woman!”
Marco stood behind her. “Sierra, don’t worry about it. I don’t want the vein in Dillon’s forehead to pop!”
I grabbed Marco by his lapels. Sierra tried holding my attention. I was trying to pull Marco closer. My anger was spilling over. The room went silent in my head. Sierra’s lips were still moving, but I heard nothing. My brother grabbed my arms, pushing me back.
“Bro, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
I shook my head, trying to calm down. Sierra held her stomach, running toward the exit. I ran after her. I tried talking to Sierra, but she wouldn’t talk to me. Tony talked me down. I needed to talk to Sierra. I couldn’t even get her to look at me. I wasn’t trying to hurt her or the baby, I wanted my friend to understand Sierra was off limits.
Later, Marco and I sat in my private meeting room discussing the night’s events.
I pointed my cigar toward him. “Marco, whether she was engaged to me or not, why were you still trying to talk to her?”
He dropped his head. “To some women, getting engaged is a part of the process before getting married.” He rubbed his hand over his hair roughly. I fucked around with a chick who was engaged, then married. That didn’t stop her from fucking me often. I mainly date black women. So, when I saw Sierra sitting at the bar...” He placed his hands up. “…Just listen, Dillon. I was attracted to her. She’s a beautiful woman. And funny.”
I slouched in the chair, hands together rolling my ring around on my finger. “I know she’s funny, Marco.” I grimaced.
He smirked. “I’m sure you do.” He stared at me.
“I pushed her to see how serious she was about her fiancé. She was pretty serious, there was no pushing. I agreed to be friends with her. She wants to help me find a good woman.” He shrugged. “I’ll find a good woman with her help, no more picking up engaged women.” He shrugged.
“Huh,” is all I could muster.
He reclined back in the black leather chair, puffing his cigar. “In high school, you didn’t date black girls.”
I sighed. “I know. Sierra spoke to me in the grocery store. The second I turned, staring into her beautiful face, I was done. It was love at first sight.” I placed my cigar between my lips.
“I would do anything for that woman.” I winked.
“Dillon, I got it. You would kill for her.” He blew out a cloud of smoke.
Pointing my cigar toward him again.
“Bingo motherfucker.”
I didn’t hurt Marco. Lucky for him, we were best friends once.
∞
I arrived home after midnight. The house was quiet until I walked upstairs. There was shouting and moaning coming from the other side of my parent’s door. I heard a loud bang. My fist pounded against the door. “Ma, are you all right?!”
“Yes, Dillon…I’m…fine,” she moaned.
“Yeah, Dillon she’s perfect!” my father yelled.
I jumped back. What the fuck did I just walk in on?
“Ok Mom. Goodnight.”
“Oh yeah!…Goodnight.”
It was clear I needed to leave. Sierra and I have to find a home right away. I’m happy my parents are still going at it in their fifties. I would want the same for me and Sierra. It’s weird because they are my parents. I see them different. I pushed the image of my parents fucking out of my mind. Walking into my walk-in closet, I packed a light duffel bag for Sierra. I couldn’t have her leave Tony’s house wearing the dress she arrived in. We were supposed to be boarding a plan right now, destination Tahiti. I informed the pilot we will leave at 10 a.m. The maid packed our luggage earlier. The luggage was ready to be loaded into the car.
Standing under the steaming hot shower water, I pondered the events that took place earlier. There is no way I can lose control in that manner again.
I arrived outside Tony’s house an hour later.
He sent me a text.
Sierra should be sleep in thirty minutes, then I will let you in the house.
Thanks.
Sure, enough, I stood watching my baby sleep. She was beyond exhausted. Lightly, I sat on the bed. My fingers grazed her forehead. There was no way I could sleep across town. I had to be here with her. Leaning over, I whispered in her ear. “I love you, baby.” Pulling back, I admired her smile in her peaceful slumber. Unfortunately, sleeping with my woman wasn’t an option that night. I settled on the cushy cream chaise lounge in the corner of the room.
I’m happy we were able to work out our differences. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when we land in Tahiti.
After Sierra listened to the complete story, she tucked her legs under her, nestling into my arms. “I can’t believe Sergio was going to shoot you.”
“I don’t think my father was going to kill me. I think he was upset. He couldn’t grasp how his wife would protect her child and not include him in her decision-making process. My mother isn’t a stupid woman. She was attending college when she met my dad. She can handle her own.”
“I love your mom. She’s got balls.” Sierra smiled.
“Baby, this trip is all about us. Not saying we can’t call the kids, but I want to watch TV with you, shop, and relax on the beach…” Her eyes sparkled.
“Right now, I want to take a shower. I’m going to wash your hair. I want you to wear your hair natural. Total relaxation, baby. I want to take care of you.”
“Dillon, you are the best.” She stood to her feet.
“Do I get an added bonus in the shower?”
I stood, tapping her temple with two fingers. “Your mind is always in the gutter. But I love it, baby.” My smile grew.
Hiking up her peach dress, Sierra jumped into my arms. “I know you do. I’m ready.”
Sierra’s eyes roamed the intricate designs on the plane as I carried her toward the back. Her eyes roamed the sleek black couch and two chairs across the aisle.
“Dillon, there are quite a bit of chairs on the plane. The plane seats at least twenty people.” I like that the seats are grouped in fours. The kids can sit together.”
“Yeah, all eight of our children.”
Her eyes bulked. “Dillon, I’m not carrying four more children.”
I smiled.
“Dillon, I’m serious.”
I kissed her nose. “Sure, baby.”
“Dillon, put me down. I would like to see what kind of food we have to eat.” I placed her bare feet on the light weight black tile.
Her fingers ran along the cherry wood detailed cabinets. Bending down, she stared into the refrigerator. “Yes, cantaloupe, grapes, apples, plums, strawberries, and cherries!” She smiled up at me. “The baby and I are going to enjoy the fruit. And of course, you are too, sweetheart.”
“Of course.”
“Dillon, give me a minute. I’m going to make us a nice fruit bowl I’m starving. Salmon for dinner. What do you think?”
“Sounds great, baby. I’ll be in the bedroom.”
“Ok.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
DILLON
I stripped d
own to my gray boxers. Sierra strolled into our bedroom carrying a large bowl of fruit. I sat at one end of the cream couch. Sierra sat on her knees next to me. She slipped a cantaloupe chunk into my mouth, then one in hers. “I can’t believe it’s just me and you. I’m happy we talked to the kids yesterday morning. Dillon and Lily are having the time of their lives swimming every day at their grandparents. What are you going to do about Ed?”
“Spare his life. He did use me as a means to an end, but he never gave me up. I wish he would have told me he knew who I was and the foothold Filippo had on his neck. I probably would have come out of hiding earlier.”
Her eyes saddened. “You and I would have never met. I hate what we went through. I wouldn’t have changed anything if it meant we wouldn’t have been together.”
My hand ran along her back. “I agree. You and our kids are the best part of my life.”
Sierra sat the fruit bowl on the side table, then stood, releasing her dress to floor. “Get used to me kissing your belly.” My fingers hugged her hips, and my lips softly grazed her stomach. Sierra hooked her fingers inside the sides of her panties, slipping the material down her beautiful honey brown thighs. I caught her panties at her knees, pushing them to the floor. Our eyes locked. Sierra unhooked her bra, tossing it on the bed behind her. Sierra’s perky breasts dangled before me. “Just me and you, Dillon, on this big ole plane.” Sierra laughed. “I love it. No bodyguards.”
Staring into her eyes, my lips brushed her mound. “Nope.” Sierra widened her stance. Her parted lips told me she was longing for me to eat her pussy as only I could. My tongue slithered around her wet clit. Her fingers gripped my hair tight as I swooped her off her feet, laying her on the couch. I felt Sierra relax under my gentle hold. Her right leg rested over the top of the cream couch. “Who can eat this pussy better?”
Her hands roughly massaged her breasts. “Only you, baby,” she murmured.
My tongue slid within her folds into her tightness. Sierra fucked my tongue.
“Give me that pussy, baby.”
“Dillon!” Her back arched, rising off the leather sofa. My large hands gripped her thighs, pushing my tongue deeper. Sitting on my muscular knees, I lifted Sierra’s ass like a set of weights as I continued tongue fucking her delicious pussy. Flattening my tongue, I licked up her overflowing cream. Puckering my lips, I sucked her clit, stealing another orgasm from her quaking frame.
“Fuck yeah, it feels so damn good, Dillon!” she screamed.
Sierra blinked a few times, grabbing my wrist as I sat back at the other end of the couch. She trembled in my arms. Sierra ran her hand over my smooth face. “I like your clean shaven face. You’re sexy either way. It’s just going to take some getting used to.”
Sierra’s lips melted into my cheek. My hand massaged her shaking leg. Lying in my arms, she traced her fingers over her name over my heart.
“Sierra, I know you love me either way.” I shoved my boxers off, flinging them on the bed.
“Come on, Dillon. Carry me into the shower. I want you to cum in my mouth.”
My lip curled at one end. “Yeah!” I stood, throwing Sierra over my shoulder.
“Ah!”
I walked into the spacious gray shower, lowering Sierra to her feet. She turned the chrome handle, adjusting the water temperature. Water flowed from the four chrome showerheads above. Sierra dropped to her knees. Her eyes darted up. “Dillon, did you spray my favorite cologne in your boxers?”
I winked. “Yeah.”
She licked her lips. “Fucking fabulous!” Sierra wrapped her fingers around my dick, licking the tip. “Your cock and this cologne is my addiction,” she admitted between sucks.
I smiled, running my fingers through my wet hair. My gray eyes remained fixated on my baby sucking my cock. Her tongue slid back and forth along my shaft before deep throating my thickness. “Fuck Sierra, you’re good at taking this dick into your mouth.”
I released her hair from the wet bun gripping a handful.
“That’s right, take this big cock. Shit…Sierra.”
I was getting ready to blow. My eyes darkened as my hands grabbed her head tighter. “Don’t stop. Keep sucking my cock just like that. I’m cumming.” I rubbed my shaft, releasing all my thick cum down my naughty girl’s throat.
She sat back, catching the cum dripping down her thick lips with her pretty pink tongue. The sexiest shit ever.
I bent over, kissing her lips. “I love how naughty you are. You’re making my dick hard again.” I helped Sierra to her feet.
“Baby, I only aim to please you.”
“Sierra, I was supposed to wash your hair first.”
“Dillon, fuck me first, then wash my hair.” She hopped into my arms. “Right against the glass wall.”
Sierra swirled her fingers in my wet hair. My fingers in turn slipped through hers as my teeth caught the skin on the front of her neck. Her head fell back against the glass. I slammed into her long and hard. “Shit!” she yelled.
Sierra pushed her hips forward, meeting my rhythm. My hands slammed against the glass behind her. I tried keeping my eyes open, but I couldn’t; her tight pussy was taking me over the top again. I was trying not to cum quick.
“Dillon, don’t cum yet.” My biceps flexed around her head. Sierra’s fingers dug into my muscular back as her hips circled. Her loud moans played like music in my ear. That was it ;I slammed into her, forcing her to take all this cock. “Fuck!” I growled.
~
Sierra’s playlist glared through the jet’s speakers. Her hips swayed from side to side in my T-shirt that swallowed her curves. I pulled her against my hard frame, and my lips melted into the crock of her neck. I watched her sear the salmon in the frying pan. “Sierra, I wanted to run something past you.”
“Yeah.”
“I told you the legit side of our business is Magarelli Enterprises.”
“Right?”
“I would like you to run the day to day operations with me.”
She turned in my arms. “Are you serious?!” Her face lit up.
“Yes. Your cleaning company can clean the offices.”
“Our cleaning company!” She smiled.
I nodded. “Your office would be right next to mine.”
“I love staring at your beautiful face. This gives me an excuse to see you every day, all day.”
She blushed. “I look forward to working with you, Mr. Magarelli. Shit! I’m going to burn our dinner.” She turned to the stove quickly, plating our food.
“Dillon, place our plates on the dinner table upstairs please. I will bring the virgin Sangria.”
“Sure.”
“Dillon, did I overcook the salmon?”
I inhaled the three thick slices of salmon on my plate. “Baby, dinner is delicious.”
She smiled from behind the brim of the colorful glass filled with Sangria. Sierra sat at my side, watching me eat. Her beautiful smile disappeared.
“Baby, is something wrong?”
Her wet curly hair swayed from side to side.
“Sierra, you can tell me anything.”
“I know.” She sat her glass on the table.
“I’m trying to block out my last time in the air.”
My fork dropped against the glass plate. “Sorry, baby. I wasn’t trying to take your thoughts back to that night.”
Sierra rubbed my arm. “It’s ok. That night, I had to go somewhere in my head. I dreamed you and I were on our vacation on a beautiful island. We held hands while we laid in our lounge chairs on the beach. It was perfect.” Tears filled her eyes.
“Sierra.” My fingers traced her beautiful face.
“I thought you were dead,” she sniffled.
My eyes widened. “Sierra, baby. I hate you went through that nightmare.” I ran my hand over her hair.
“I dreamed we exchanged our vows on the beach. We stood barefoot in the sand, holding hands. It was beautiful. It fe
lt so real.”
Shit! I thought.
“Is that what you want? To get married on the beach?”
Her lips fell upon mine. “I don’t care where we get married. I want so much to be your wife.”
I cupped her face. “Sierra, that was always the plan.”
Her eyebrows wrinkled.
“We were getting married on our original vacation.”
Her hand flew over her mouth. “Wow!”
“I decided to continue with my original plan.”
“Wait! What are you saying?” Her eyes widened.
“We are getting married in Tahiti.”
“Ah!!!” she screamed. “Oh my God!” She flew out of her seat, jumping up and down around the room.
“If I knew the news would make you this happy, I wouldn’t have kept it a secret.” I left my chair, pulling her into my arms. “Just me and you, baby.”
Sierra’s body shook in my arms. She couldn’t stop crying. Her arms clutched my neck tight. “I love you so much, Dillon!”
“I love you too, Sierra.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
SIERRA
Dillon tried to keep me awake as long as he could before I passed out around 10 p.m. our time. He said we had a busy day the following day. We sat in bed watching SVU until we fell asleep. I slept like a baby in Dillon’s strong arms.
The plane landed in Tahiti at 2 a.m. our time 8 p.m. their time.
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a private villa on the water. My eyes scanned the straw roof before walking inside the house. A cute oblong gold and turquois vintage fixture hanging from the ceiling brightened the room. I stood near the front door, waiting for Dillon to secure the house. The chauffeur placed our luggage on the beautiful bamboo hardwood floors next to the white fabric sofa in the middle of the living room. My eyes were glued to the low-lit pool on the deck.
Dillon appeared from the back of the house approaching the chauffeur. He towered over the man. “Thanks for everything,” he said, shaking the older gentleman’s tanned hand.
“I will call you tomorrow and inform you of the time we need to be picked.”