AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories)

by Lady Keisha

  Georgina glanced back at Kerrigan with a look, as if to say, yes this is how it’s like all the time only ten times worse than what you see.

  But every time Kerrigan acquiesced he felt a stir in his heart and throughout his body. He always had a thing for woman in peril. He sensed Georgina’s fear, her unhappiness and heard Nicholas’ drunken threats and the more passion he felt burning inside. Suddenly Georgina seemed something a little more than beautiful.

  She seemed sexy. Within a minute, the mood shifted and he started to see her as a sexual being—a beautiful black woman wearing a white dress that showcased just a hint of cleavage. He started to wonder what it would feel like to touch her, to put his hands on her. To maybe slowly undress her, telling her it would be all right.

  No one—no one—would ever hurt her again.

  He shook the feeling off, figuring this was just drunk talk and drunk thought. Maybe by morning they would all feel normal again and laugh this off.

  Georgina excused herself from the table, but she hadn’t gotten two steps before Nicholas yelled out to her.

  “Don’t suck any white cocks while you’re back there, princess.”

  Kerrigan lost his half-hearted smile and stared at Nicholas as if he was watching a car wreck. He almost said something, but filtered every sentence out, figuring he was just going to start a fight. There was no way to win this conversation, let alone calm Nicholas down from his inexplicable rage.

  “Why do you treat her like that?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You think she likes you embarrassing her in public like that? She’s a beautiful girl, man. Once you find a woman like that you treasure her.”

  “I treasure her,” Nicholas said, gradually smiling. “A man’s tongue is the only apology she’ll ever need.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “So am I. She gets so wet when I eat her out.”

  Kerrigan shook his head and almost laughed. Nicholas, a big stupid kid. Nothing ever changes after all. He fought off dirty images of orally servicing Georgina, figuring friendship trumps all. Besides all those images were of Nicholas’ own creation. And whatever he was doing, with his, marriage his life, his drama, Kerrigan wanted no part of it.

  Nicholas finally shrugged the idea off. “So my marriage is ending. What, am I supposed to act surprised? Be heartbroken about it? I learned a long time ago that crying over spilt milk doesn’t do shit.”

  “I guess that’s true.”

  “Another round?”

  “Nah, man. I got to go home.”

  “Pussy. Just like old times.” Nicholas laughed and gave off a strange pinkish hue in his skin whenever he laughed that hard.

  The sight of his old buddy having fun was refreshing, even if the night seemed awkward and sad at best.

  III

  The next morning, Kerrigan went over to Nicholas’ house, curious about whether the fool got home in one piece. Nicholas was driving home despite a few warnings from his wife, his friend and two random diners at the restaurant.

  He did get home, Georgina said, but he went out for a gym workout. It seemed the best way to get over a hangover, bizarrely enough, or at least according to his logic. She invited him in for hangover coffee and they sat on the couch in obvious discomfort.

  “Hung over, huh?”

  “Yeah a little bit. You?”

  “Not too much. Drank a lot of water. At least I can walk in broad daylight without the sun KO-ing me.”

  “That’s good.”

  “Look…about what you said before…”

  “You want me to take it back? To say it was all drunk talk and that we’re really still in love?”

  “Yeah. I kind of do,” Kerrigan said with a smile. “But then again, I don’t encourage people to lie.”

  “The truth is I’m scared of him, Kerrigan. He’s happy one minute and then drunk and insane the next. I don’t know what to do. You heard what he said. If anyone tries anything he’ll probably kill them.”

  “Well…he couldn’t kill me,” Kerrigan said a bit proudly.

  “But he’s an army vet.”

  Kerrigan laughed. “Guns don’t mean much when you know how to disarm a man.”

  “Oh. I guess so. But let’s not even thinking about that.”

  Kerrigan nodded in respect. But in the back of his mind, he was just itching to kick Nicholas’ ass, if for no other reason than chivalry. But he still owed a debt to his friend. And that’s what kept him strong and resolved. Even in the morning light, even with Georgina looking so drop dead sexy in her casual shirt and jeans. He had to remember the bond of friendship.

  But if it were any other guy but Nicholas…

  He tightened his jaw and nodded, just pondering what he would do to this beautiful goddess if he had the chance. And yeah, Nicholas’ nasty images did damage. Now he was thinking of just how sweet Georgina’s cherry cobbler tasted.

  Dammit, knock that shit off, he told himself as he smiled at Georgina who went to get more coffee.

  “Look, just promise me one thing,” he said. “That if he ever gets any worse than he is now…if he ever hits you or threatens your life that you’ll tell me. That you’ll leave. And then I’ll deal with him. Don’t ever let fear be a reason to put up with abuse. Understand?”

  She laughed quietly. “I sure like it when you talk tough like that. Makes a woman feel good.”

  “I mean it.”

  “Don’t make the mistake of getting involved in our lives, Kerrigan. You’re here for just two more days. Then you go back home. To your own life. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Dammit, I don’t want you to get hurt. No one is going to hurt me. Least of all that fool.”

  Georgina tilted her head and sighed.

  “And I can call him a damned fool because he is my friend.”

  She laughed softly again. “You know what he told me last night? When we got home?”

  “What?”

  “Well, after his usual barrage of personal attacks he said, ‘You know why White guys all want to fuck you?’ And I just looked at him in all honest to goodness faith and said ‘Why?’ And he said because Black bitches are so damned grateful.”

  Kerrigan fumed and couldn’t hide his disgust. “Asshole.”

  “I know, right?”

  “You’re beautiful. Gorgeous. Don’t ever let someone tear down your confidence.”

  “I wish I had someone like you as a life coach, Kerrigan.”

  “Well, I do happen to do this for a living,” he said with a smile. “But I mean it just the same. I always tell my students not to put up with people’s bullshit. To have confidence in themselves. They don’t always have to fight. But they have to stand tall and look their opponent in the eye. That power is theirs to have. It gives them the right to life.”

  “I like that.”

  “It’s true.”

  “But what did you say? You really think I’m gorgeous?”

  “Are you kidding? You’re a ten. You’re the kind of girl worth fighting for. The kind of girl that causes bar fights and then, even after hours of bloody brawling, a toothless guy can still say “Damn but she was worth it.”

  Georgina laughed hard. “Awww, but if he’s toothless then I don’t want him.”

  “Good point.”

  Kerrigan suddenly became aware of Georgina’s presence—her subtle and erotic scent. Her fierce and captivating eyes that demanded a man’s attention. The way her fingers occasionally tapped his shoulder, always making him want to feel more.

  He fought himself internally, fought the desire to kiss her, to take her right then and there on the couch. It was still his friend and she was still married. He owed something to somebody, though God knows who at this point.

  He suppressed the urge to be chivalrous and amorous one more time. He was going home in just two days. This temptation would be over almost as soon as it started. He had to remember that.

  He dismissed himself politely, as he reflected Ge
orgina’s own confusion and misplaced desire. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe sometimes being a hero means having great self control, just like the master once taught him.

  IV

  The knock on the door was light, almost as if the knocker didn’t want to be heard. Kerrigan had been sleeping in a hotel that night, almost ready to leave this godless state and forget about his emotional wreck of a friend and his dying marriage. He was only wearing underwear and hesitated on whether he should get dressed before he answered the door. He decided to slip on a pair of slacks before he answered the door.

  To his surprise, Georgina was standing there, eyeing him in confusion.

  “Georgina. What’s wrong?”

  She flinched and tears rolled down her face.

  “What?”

  “He hurt me.”

  “What?”

  “He was so scary, Kerrigan. He didn’t hit me. But he twisted my wrist. He told me to say ‘Honey please’ one more time. Honey please!”

  Georgina laughed and cried in one deep exhale. “He dared me to say it, grabbing my neck like he was going to kill me. He’s insane.”

  “Fucker. I’ll kill himself myself.”

  “No, don’t do that. Just…just hold me for a moment. Please?”

  “Of course.”

  He grabbed her in a firm hug and she calmed almost instantly, loving his firm but welcoming chest and his strong arms that caressed her into a feeling of safety. He fought his inclinations, but felt his altruism fading fast. What exactly was he staying faithful to? What kind of an asshole has to hurt a woman to prove his point?

  He hugged her close, still standing in the doorway, and caressed her head, dangerously close to succumbing to his urges. A beautiful woman reaching out to him. Needing his protection. Yes, it was flattering. And sure, she might just be using him to break her marriage bond and rebound with someone else.

  But as he sniffed in her scent and craved her body heat, which glowed all over his skin, he asked himself whether that was such a disgraceful thing. He almost glowered at the thought. No man who treats a woman this way deserves fidelity. He wants to kill me for protecting a victimized woman? Let him come. He might be surprised at what happens.

  Kerrigan welcomed her inside but she hesitated.

  “Look, nothing has to happen. You can trust me. I don’t want to score with you. I just want to help a woman in need. Come in and call someone—”

  Georgina put her hands on his head and kissed him, surrendering to her own temptation. His lips were soft and his jaw firm. He had the body of a killer but the gentleness of a father. When he kissed her he was so patient, so immersed in the moment. Not at all reaching for her crotch, but enjoying a full kiss.

  But she wanted more. He wanted more. They couldn’t deny what they felt. And now at the crossroads of her marriage and future, one mistake was something they both felt they deserved.

  They scooted each other backwards to the bed and fell down together, still kissing and looking into each other’s eyes. His muscles were bulging and she couldn’t help but touch his shirtless chest. Her heart raced as she reached over and caressed his tight abs and pectorals—a perfect body, a peak specimen. He was beautiful in his own way. Maybe more than her, she thought.

  “Are you okay?” Kerrigan asked, noticing her hesitation.

  “I don’t know. I keep wondering if I should be here. If we should stop.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “I just…I don’t have any protection. And Nicholas and I were trying to have a baby.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  “I don’t want an accident to happen and him to think…you know…”

  “Don’t worry about it. We can get you another room.”

  “I don’t want another room!” she said. “Just hold me.”

  He put his arms around her and calmed her racing heart. She fought her attraction as best she could, but the sooner she was relaxed the more she felt the urge to touch his chiseled body. At first she touched his stomach, so firm and so hard. Then she moved up, putting her hands on his chest, tracing the line of his thick pectorals. Then to his shoulder and neck.

  The feeling of her hands on his body enflamed him with desire and he rubbed his body closer to her, loving the feeling of her hands touch him.

  “I want you,” she whispered, too embarrassed to admit it loudly, but desiring his touch and wanting more.

  “Tell me you want me,” he whispered back, slowly inching up to her blouse.

  “I want you. I don’t know about tomorrow. But right now, I want you. I love the way you touch me. Your strength. Just the way you talk…so…so…”

  “You like that?” he said, tightening his grip on her head as he kissed her.

  “Yeah.”

  “Come here. You let me take care of you.”

  His voice turned her on and she cooed just at the sound of his sexy command, as he unbuttoned her blouse and leaned her back on the bed.

  “Mmmm…kiss me.”

  He unbuttoned her blouse completely and threw the ends open, putting his hot and moist lips on her tummy. She sighed deeply as their skin connected, craving his attention. He moved his hands up, tracing a path for his lips and then left wet mini-kisses all the way up to her pink bra. She shuddered and panted in excitement as he rubbed his lips on her cleavage, loving her scent and the delicate curves of her body.

  “So beautiful,” he said softly, unashamed to let her know how badly he craved her.

  “Aaahhh…kiss me. Kiss me there.”

  He pulled the bra cups down and brought her breasts out, bringing her shy nipples out in the open, into the dim light. He suckled Georgina’s right nipple until it was hard and she panted, making a lovely chanting noise.

  “Uh, uh, uh…that feels really good.”

  “How long has it been, beautiful princess?” he said as he sucked her left nipple, loving the feeling of her getting tighter in his mouth.

  “Mmmm…not like this. I love the way you kiss me. So tender…”

  “Take it off,” he said, helping her shift upwards so she could reach around.

  She unhooked her bra as she sat above her kissing her neck and holding her body close.

  She leaned back and gasped as she desperately clung to her breasts, kissing each side, letting her skin quench his thirst. He grabbed her hands and held her tight, letting her feel his power. She sighed in heat, loving the way he flexed his arms—the way she could feel his strong muscles take control. He unbuttoned her pants and helped her slide them off, revealing a matching pink pair of panties. He rested her hands on her lap and caressed her pelvis, kissing her lips once again.

  Kerrigan pulled down her panties, exposing a thin line of pubic hair and then her shy lips. He kissed her thighs and her underbelly area, just short of her clit.

  She reached down and stopped him.

  “No. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Just…pull out before.”

  “Don’t worry. I can control myself.”

  “Of course, Master.”

  He laughed, relishing in the title. He took off his pants and underwear and sat up on his knees, handing her his big cock. She caressed his member around the ridge of his head until it grew in her hand. She sighed at the erotic feeling, admiring his girth.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Mmmm, I’m shy,” she whispered.

  “All the more reason to say it. Say it out loud.”

  He reached over and kissed her cheek then her jaw and down further to her neck, each kiss intoxicating her and making her breathe deliberately, gasping for breath…

  “I want you…to f-fuck me…”

  “Say it like you mean it.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “That’s right.”

  He crawled atop of her and grunted in heat as she spread her legs, welcoming him closer.

  “Aaahhh,” he repeated, this time surlier, as he felt her wet pussy en
velope his dick, tightening the grip and inviting him deeper.

  “Mmmmm…yeah come on in.”

  “Oh God,” he said, surprised at how dizzingly hot her pussy felt. He had been with hot women before but never a Black princess. She really was a new level of hot and sweet, he decided as he shuddered quietly, feeling his length go inside. “Yeah…”

  “Mmmm put it in deeper. Deeper. You like that?” she said, spreading her legs wider and giving him more shifting room.

  “Oh God…be quiet…you’re making me…”

  He almost lost it. Her pussy was so sweet and warm he was having trouble holding back. There was something animalistic, primal, about his attraction to her. Every touch he gave her, every thrust he made her take, felt so wrong. Forbidden. Dirty and filthy. But somehow completely right. He shifted harder and kept a rhythm going as he withdrew his cock and then planted it in deeper.

  “Awww!” she cried out, shoving her pelvis upward to meet him and give even more friction. “Ohh God!”

  “You take that cock.”

  “Yes, Master! Mmmm put it in me deep.”

  “Ungh!” he growled, losing himself in the heat of the moment and getting overwhelmed at how wet her pussy was as he kept sliding back in and out with ease.

  His shaft hardened and spasmed. He held back his excitement, careful not to give too much or lose control. That wasn’t becoming of a master. He had to withdraw and bring her this close to orgasm…but not all the way. Maybe he could withdraw just as she was hot and boiling and then lick her clit until she came. That was the plan.

  “Aaahhh!” Kerrigan cried, almost as intensely as if in class where he dispensed blows to his students. This woman was his fantasy and too hot to handle. Her pussy was vibrating with pleasure like he had never felt before. Her creaminess was calling him back and each time he thrust in deeper, the harder it was to pull out. “Let’s change positions…”

  “No. Keep going. Keep fucking me! Ohhh Ker—Oh!”

  “Let’s just change…”

  She couldn’t even hear him protesting. She was into the moment and her voice was moving higher even as her body writhed beneath him, matching his own thrusting rhythm. “Fuck! Keep fucking me!”

  “I just…need to…”