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

by Lady Keisha

  “Completely inappropriate,” he whispered roughly before grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in for a second, much more passionate kiss. She let herself fall right into it, enjoying every second.

  It was all unexpected and inappropriate but it was something both of them wanted and seemed completely unwilling to fight. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back, pulling her on top of him. She straddled him and felt a hard bulge press up against her, causing her to moan into his mouth. He slipped his hand under her shirt and began massaging her breast, over her bra, suddenly stopping and pulling back from the kiss.

  “I don’t have a condom,” he told her with great disappointment. His eyes widened and he let go of her saying, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t just assume you’re going to have sex with me. I’m messing this all up. Please, just help Mikaela.”

  Aubrey pushed her body off him and looked into his eyes. She leaned forward and after giving him a swift peck on the cheek she said, “I would have had sex with you. Don’t apologize. And nothing will prevent me from doing everything I can to help her, don’t worry about that.”

  It was Saturday evening and Aubrey had just finished getting ready as Mila sat on her bed flipping through a magazine. “I can’t believe you’re really going on a date with this Antoine guy,” she mumbled. Ever since she had told Mila what had happened with him, she did not entirely approve of it.

  She did agree it was inappropriate but she was also concerned about Aubrey’s safety. She was still, in her own way, supportive because she could tell how much this meant to Aubrey. She was not the type of person to go into dates or relationships easily. She was not the type to break rules or even do something that was frowned upon. So she had concluded there must really be something special about him.

  And there was. There truly was. Everything about him was disarming and it was exactly what attracted her to him. On their date, she found out exactly why he had such a mean reputation and some of the reasons did make her uneasy. But they were also events that had occurred years ago and she knew why they had. But the other side of him, the well spoken and caring side of him, was what she liked most. It was not on its own that she liked it about him, it was in combination with everything he had gone through and been mixed up in to gain his fearsome reputation. It was Antoine as a whole that attracted her so much.

  So she invited him over to her place after dinner and soon found herself edged between his body and the wall.

  He kissed her deeply and fervently, pressing his body against hers. She could feel him getting hard through his pants and she thrust her hips outward to create some friction. He groaned and broke the kiss, looking into her eyes as he thrust his own hips into hers. She moaned out and every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire.

  He slipped his hands under her shirt and pulled it off her, tossing it off to the side as he looked down at her full breasts spilling from the top of her bra. He pulled her forward into a kiss as his hands moved to her back, unclasping her bra and pushing it off her shoulders. He dipped his head down and sucked briefly on each one of her nipples before dropping to his knees in front of her. As he kissed her stomach, she felt him fumbling with the button and zipper of her pants. He finally undid them and pushed them down off her hips, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties to drag them down with her pants.

  He stood back up and kissed her, running his hand down her side and over her lower stomach until she felt his index finger running up and down along her slit until she got wet. He slipped two fingers inside her and she moaned out, letting her head fall back against the wall.

  “You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he whispered in her ear as he continued to finger her. She moaned out and panted, eventually crying out when she felt his thumb press down against her clit and bring her to orgasm.

  She had never experienced something like this and she was already ready for more of him. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and waved it around until she snatched it away from him. He took that moment to undress himself as quickly as he could, exposing his rock-hard and very large cock. She gulped at the sight of it, knowing she had never slept with anybody so large. She opened the condom wrapper and rolled it over his pulsing cock, feeling his thick girth between her two hands.

  She breathed heavily, feeling ready for him by how turned on she already was but still slightly anxious about his size. He eased her down onto the floor and spread her legs, positioning himself at her entrance. He held the base of his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her dripping slit. Her hips rose up of their own accord and he took it as an indication she was ready.

  He pushed the head of his cock in first and already she could feel herself being stretched. She grabbed tightly onto his arms and nodded, closing her eyes when she felt him very slowly slide in the rest of his thick, long cock. She moaned out, half in pleasure and half in pain, from being stretched by him.

  He pulled out slowly and entered her again, just as slowly as he had done the first time. He did this a few times, giving her time to get used to his size, before he began thrusting at a moderate pace. She did not ease up on her grip of his arms but she did open her eyes and catching him staring at her boobs, bouncing with every one of his thrusts.

  In a few minutes’ time, he began thrusting a bit faster and grunting. She knew he was about to cum so she let go of one of his arms in favor rubbing and squeezing her clit. He took the opportunity to grab one of her breasts but he was already too close to the edge to do much more.

  His hips began to jerk violently, once again setting off mixed pleasure and pain in her, as she continued playing with her clit. He grunted and held on to the hips as he finished and she lifted her hips in a gyrating motion until she reached her second orgasm. When she was done, he pulled out of her and stood up. He looked around until he spotted the bathroom door and walked over to throw away the condom and wipe off his skin. He came back with a couple tissues and cleaned her off before lying on the ground next to her and pulling her in to cuddle.

  Four months later, it was the morning of her graduation. She had successfully completed all her coursework and passed her final exam. There was a knock at the door and she opened it to see Mila, her best friend, standing there with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. “Congratulations!”

  She threw her arms open and pulled Aubrey into a hug. It was unbelievable she was just a couple hours away from walking across a stage for her graduate degree. It was even more unbelievable she had already secured a job due to how well she had performed in the practical leg of her coursework.

  They walked to Mila’s car and much to her surprise Antoine was leaning against it waiting for them. He looked up at her, incredibly handsome in a suit, and smirked. She gave a little cry and ran up to him, giving him a kiss on the lips. “I thought you were going to meet me there!”

  “We decided on a little change of plans,” Mila said as she slipped into the driver’s seat.

  Aubrey beamed at her best friend and then at her boyfriend. After their first official date, they had continued to see each other and become an official couple not long after. It was not until she was studying for her final that they felt free to publicly be together so it would not be as frowned upon. But they were completely, and almost hopelessly, in love. And Mikaela had never been more open or happy or hopeful as she was now with Aubrey’s guidance and presence in her life. Everything was falling into place and Aubrey felt extremely excited about what the future had in store for her.

  THE END

  Knocked Up by a Thug

  Chapter one

  “I’m sending him over right now. You won’t be disappointed. Of course I know that he’s going to have to go through the interview process, but that won’t be a problem. Don’t worry about it. This is what you pay me for, and quite handsomely at that.” I was walking down the sidewalk with my black highs heels clicking against the pavement and pretending that I was in the office as I finished the call. “I’ll be in to
uch. Let me know how things go and if you need anything else. You know that I’m always around. You’re one of my best clients, after all. I always have time for you, Jackson.”

  I had several clients that were looking for new hires and they have me to thank for bringing them the talent that they need. I am the go between for people wanting to hire talent and people that are looking for work and have the resume to prove that they can do the job. My clients pay me a stipend to put them on my website. If they really want the personal touch, they’ll pay the premium and I’ll make a concentrated effort to work my magic.

  It doesn’t hurt that I’m not hard on the eyes. Good for business. Five-nine, one-fifteen with the kind of chocolate skin that makes most men look at me twice and then a third time just to make sure that I was not some kind of mirage. I don’t know how many times I almost caused an accident with my high black skirts and ample bosom that literally looked like it was trying to escape my blouse. It’s definitely true that sex does sell.

  My long black hair and my piercing green eyes are the things that make it easy for me to get into doors that most people wouldn’t be able to accomplish on their own. I make other headhunters look like they are just going through the motions. I don’t just take my client’s money; I make it work for them in the best way possible. Even now, Jackson is going to get a rude awakening. He hasn’t been able to find anybody on his own to fit the bill of an advertising executive in training. Nobody’s willing to take what he’s offering, but Peter Isles is a struggling college graduate that will bend over backwards to please him.

  My blue tooth goes off with a ringing in my head and I know from the caller ID on my phone that it’s Mike. He has a law firm that has a revolving door when it comes to receptionists. Apparently, he can be a bit of a handful. It’s the reason why I was going to team him up with Tanya. She has shown that she has the attitude to give back just as hard as she’s getting. This blond bombshell will tongue tie him and make it very difficult for him to shout at her for anything that she does.

  “It’s good to hear from you Mike,” I told him. “I do believe that in the next five minutes, Tanya will be walking through your door. Give her a chance and I think that you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Uh-huh. Yes. Of course, we can do dinner sometime. It’s the least that I can do for my favorite client.”

  All of my clients were my favorite client. It was just my way of making idle chitchat and giving them a reason to continue hiring me on a permanent basis. I not only get money from the clients that I team them up with, but I also get money from them. Ten percent of their wages come back to me. It’s a really small amount, considering what I give them on a silver platter.

  Stopping in front of a shoe shop I see a pair that really does cause me to stop in my tracks. Something about them calls to me and I know that this is a sickness, but I just can’t help myself. I have several shoes in my closet already that I’m probably never going to wear, but it doesn’t matter.

  I see my reflection and the Gucci sunglasses that I wear to shield my eyes from the sun make me look like I have more money than brains. I’m wearing a red blouse with the first few buttons undone to show a considerable amount of cleavage. I noticed while walking down the block that a lot of men had already stopped and looked at me with a hunger in their eyes.

  My last relationship was three years ago and it ended with me kicking him to the curb for cheating on me with my best friend. I know how cliché that might sound, but I have lived it and I now know that it really does happen to women just like me. I think I gave up on men at that point, because I thought that they were all horn dogs and really were only thinking with one head, and not the one that was attached to their shoulders.

  I decided to bite the bullet and give into my urges. Walking into the shop I saw that the owner was a man. This was a little unusual. Something this intimate should be sold by a woman. A lot of people don’t think of women’s shoes as intimate, but when they’re on my feet, and I feel them holding my heels up, and I stalk up the street dressed in stilettos, I know how intimate they can be.

  The owner was an ebony god with a bald head that had tattoos crisscrossing over his cranium. There were several more on his arms and even one that surrounded his eye like it was supposed to be a rising sun.

  “If there’s anything that I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask.” He had his hand over the phone at his ear. I gave him a noncommittal wave, but I couldn’t stop staring at the masculinity of his arms and the way that they seemed to bulge obscenely like they were going to rip through the fabric like the incredible hulk.

  I was browsing, but my eyes were drawn to the same pair of shoes that I’d seen outside in the window.

  “I don’t care what Ramon says,” he growled into the phone. “I’m out of that lifestyle and I have no intention of going back anytime soon. Tell him that our business is done.” His voice was raised and I could tell that he was visibly distressed about something. I could tell from his body language that this was not a conversation that he wanted to have.

  I picked up the shoes and brought them over to the counter. “This is the last time that I want to hear from you. If you try to send somebody over there, you’ll regret it. Yes, that is a threat.” He slammed the phone down, before he realized that he had a client standing right in front of him.

  “That sounded a bit heated.” I didn’t know why I was making idle chitchat, but it was the way that I was raised. My mother was always sociable and she taught me that there was always a way to make a person talk. It usually came from giving them room to breathe. I clamped my lips closed and instead I fingered the straps on the shoes and wondered what they would look like on my feet as I walked down the street to the jealous glances of others.

  “Let’s just say that my past seems to have come back to raise its ugly head,” he told me. “I would rather leave that where it’s supposed to be. They just don’t know how to take no for an answer. I’m not going to say that I’m not tempted. I’ve had several friends that went away and couldn’t make it on the outside.” The way that he said that made it obvious that he had spent some time in the legal system.

  He looked like he was shocked that he was so willing to reveal such secrets to a virtual stranger. He really didn’t know me and just standing in my presence had made a lot of people reveal secrets that they never wanted to have see the light of day. I was good at reading people and this guy had a gang-related past written across his forehead in neon letters. Or at least, in tattoos.

  “I have no problem listening to you,” I smiled. “It’s not like I have a lot to do today. It might do you good to get it off your chest. Maybe you can even give me a discount on the shoes for becoming your personal counselor.”

  It was worth a shot and the smile that I received was enough to make my knees shake. I’ve never had any man give me those butterflies in my stomach, until now. The black shirt that he was wearing was a little small for his frame, but it certainly did outline his muscles through that shirt with clarity.

  “Tell you what. I’ll give you ten percent off. I just opened this place about a month ago. Business has been a little slow, but with the Fall season comes the need for Christmas presents. I just wished that I had a way to introduce this new line of shoes to the masses. I’ve been incommunicado for a few years. I don’t know much about business, but I had an old girlfriend and she was all the rave for these new pair of shoes. I decided to throw in with her. She’s my partner in crime. Er, so to speak.”

  Those black pants of his were tight too and it wasn’t because he had muscular thighs, which he did, but I could see the outline of his package and the way that it was pressing up against the fabric. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but there was no way that I was going to take that kind of risk in a semi-public place.

  “I know a lot of friends that have gone into the system. I know a lot of them that got lost and couldn’t find their way back. I also know of a few that have made it, despite what they went through
. It’s admirable that you’d want to get back into society. I like that you want to earn an honest living. Of course, it’s hard to walk away from something you know. The money must’ve been immeasurable, but sometimes you have to look at the bigger picture. You went to jail this time, but what happens the next time? You could get killed or you could find someone else’s blood on your hands.”

  I could tell that he was looking me up and down and even though he was subtle, his eye movements were quite clear. “I’m just worried that he’s not going to take no for an answer, you know? I know these guys and I know how they work when somebody decides to walk away clean from all of this. There really is no way to do that. Once you’re in, you never have a way out. I did get rid of the tattoos that I got when I was in the gang. Well, I didn’t so much as get rid of them, as I did cover them up with tribal markings. I don’t know why I’m burdening you with any of this. I guess I just find it easy to talk to you.”

  “I know that it must be difficult, but you have to realize that anything that is worth doing is never easy. Just continue doing what you’re doing and hopefully they will realize that you have moved on. You don’t need the hassle and the drama of what they bring to the table.” I was treating his problem like it was a business transaction. It was the only way that I could truly help him see what he had right in front of his eyes.

  “I don’t even know your name,” he laughed, “but I would like to thank you for your kind words. If you have the time, there’s a coffee shop down the way that serves the best cappuccino that I’ve ever had. I didn’t even know that I liked cappuccino, until my ex-girlfriend introduced me to them upon my release.”