She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it. Suddenly, she had a burning desire to see him, to just lay her eyes on him. She stood on the tips of her toes as she scanned the room. A smirk formed on her full lips. She rolled her eyes upon finding him surrounded by a group of women. Even though they had come to his engagement party, the shameless whores were still trying to get to him. From her position, she watched his reactions. He maintained a good distance, making sure that he wasn’t backed into a corner. His expression was neutral and at times bored, while he towered over the ladies.
“I wonder?”
“What?”
“I just wanted to know how he sounds when he’s talking to them?” she questioned. At his blank stare, she waved her hand to say, forget it.
She glanced back.
“Is that Esmeralda? I didn’t invite her.”
“Um, yeah she—”
She put her open palm in his face for him to shut up. Her gaze narrowed. The girl, her friend was clearing a clear path not for her, but was strolling through the crowd for Brick. Lakyta knew that stance. She knew that walk and look on Esmeralda’s face. The girl wasn’t there for a social call. She was there for Brick.
“Did you know she was coming?” hissed Lakyta, still watching the scene unfolding across the room.
“I…she had mentioned that she was planning on crashing the party, but I didn’t…think it meant….” His words trailed off due to the fact that the girl had said something that made Brick smile. The same bright smile was on his face when she brushed up against him.
Dustin’s gaze darted to Lakyta. She straightened her shoulders as she waved a nearby waiter over. Dustin held his breath, eying the tray full of wine. Instead of taking a glass, she placed her empty glass of water on it.
“I don’t want a weapon in my hands,” fumed Lakyta.
“I guess this isn’t the best time to tell you that it was her and Heidi that answered your cell at the club so he would know where you were.”
Dustin knew that this was the perfect time to let that slip. She needed to cut those bitches out of her life. He had to fight back the urge to let the grin he felt coming on from showing. One of the things he loved about his friend was that she could be ghetto as fuck. She had learned how to throw fists at the rehab high school her father had shipped her to. She didn’t just examine him from head to toe with her sapphire eyes. She moved her entire head with an expression of, Hell nah!
Brick felt her near. Even still, he continued to converse with the crowd of mostly women. He didn’t have to look up to greet her. Without missing a beat, he held out his hand for her. His warm hand entwined with hers to draw her to his side.
“Be nice,” he whispered in her ear.
“Let me introduce you, A chuisle,” he suggested.
He rubbed her back while he made the rounds, telling her the names and any information he felt she needed to know about the people. His hand was in constant movement, touching her. He knew that people were looking, but Brick didn’t give a damn.
“I never got to thank you the other night. I’m happy to see that there was no damage to your face,” he chuckled, shaking Dustin’s hands. Once again, the people’s eyes widened as they listened to every word. “Oh, and of course, you know Esmeralda.”
Lakyta pinned him with her gaze.
“You know her?”
“She came by the office the other day to return your things. I just told her to keep them since you have too much stuff as it is, or I would just buy you another,” he answered.
“You didn’t have to go to Brick’s office. I would have met up with you to pick them up,” she smiled at the girl. “Thanks,” she giggled.
Esmeralda hadn’t expected for him to have told her that. As a matter of a fact, she had told him that day not to mention it.
“It was nothing.”
“That deserves a hug,” smiled Lakyta.
The people all clapped and agreed.
With arms wide, Lakyta embraced her. She spoke words of admiration loud enough for those around to hear her, then she dropped to a whisper.
“I know what you did, motherfucker. If you try me again, I’ll make you into a speed bump.”
She tightened her embrace to let her now ex-friend know that she wasn’t selling wolf tickets. Lakyta let her go and stepped back. Unfortunately, Esmeralda must have felt gutsy because of where they were.
“Who would have thought that after being kicked out of high school for being a drunk you would have managed to get all of this. I should take a page in your book and trap me a rich man.”
The entire area around them went silent with shock.
Brick forced Lakyta’s hand back to her side. The loud sound of his hand across Esmeralda’s face created a crackling vibration that commanded silence in the entire room.
“I hate trifling little bitches like you. You came all the way to offer to fuck me at my own engagement party when you couldn’t entice me yesterday at my office. You tried to paint my wife as a slut by setting her up. You have the nerve to try to shame her when you’re the biggest cunt that I’ve ever seen, and for the record, Lakyta is not pregnant, although she might be after I get her home tonight,” he winked. “You never have to protect yourself against assholes like her. That’s my job now,” he said in a deep voice that carried across the still room. He led her to his parents, said his goodnights, then they left the room.
Outside she let out a loud scream.
“Feel better?”
“No,” she snapped. She got into their car and fell into a state of silence.
“The driver put the partition up,” he pointed out. He looked so sad when she glared at him.
“I’m telling you right now that you have from now until home to get your mind right,” he warned.
“Oh, and what’s happening when we get there?”
The expression on his stern face was a warning not to try him.
“Thank you,” she smiled, elbowing him.
“I don’t mind making a scene over you, A chuisle.”
“Is that my pet name? I hope you aren’t call me something nasty. I don’t mean nasty,” she stressed as she bucked her hips. “But low down nasty.”
He laughed at her explanation.
By the time they walked through the front door, Lakyta was back to her normal self. His assault on her started from the second he bolted the front door and switched on the alarm system. Every few steps, he would stop her to remove an item of clothing until she was left in only her thigh high stockings and heels. Brick leaned against the sink, still fully clothed in his three-piece suit while she washed down and shaved.
“Here,” he offered.
He lifted up her thigh to help her get to every area. She was so excited that she could barely focus on the delicate task.
"Come here," he whispered.
He didn't ask to help her. He just placed her on the sink. He ran his strong hand up her thigh, pushing her legs open while he slowly took the razor out of her hand. With a smile, she leaned back, waiting.
Brick licked his lips as he watched her pussy contract from the excitement of him being so close.
"That's what I thought, you missed a spot. I don't want hair covering this plump, pretty pussy. All I want to feel is skin, when my mouth is fucking it," he mumbled.
She moaned when he slipped his finger in her moist center, hooking it.
"Don't move," he commanded in a deep voice.
He drew one of her pussy lips into his mouth to moisten it. With steady hands, he ran the razor over her flesh. He repeated his method of prepping her flesh for the razor by sucking, or lick then shaving until he was happy with the results. He balanced his weight on the balls of his feet as he gazed at her pussy.
“It’s fluttering like a fish mouth, but much prettier.”
His deep voice stirred her from deep within. She practically jumped off her perch when he dropped a light kiss on it. It drove her wild when he pretended her pussy was an actual mouth.
The way he tongued it and kissed it was so different from when he was eating it in earnest. No other part of his body touched her other than his mouth. All of her senses were focused on that one spot. She ran her fingers through his hair. The sound of her heavy breathing flooded the bathroom. Her legs imprisoned his head to muffle the loud moans of her release.
She gazed down at the glistening white substances from her body on his lips. Once again, he took out his handkerchief to pat down his lips. This time, he tossed it upon the countertop next to her after he stood up.
“Lakyta, listen to me. I’m in no mood for games. When I get you – no, that’s a lie because I’ll probably be fucking you long before we make it to the bed. When you cross the threshold into the room, I’m going to fuck you until you’re foaming from your mouth.” He unzipped his pants, reached in, and freed his cock. “Let’s go,” he ordered.
She swayed on her feet. He was so close behind her, she could feel his mushroomed shaped tip brushing against her ass. True to his word, she was in mid step, crossing the threshold of the bathroom into the room when he pushed her forward, grabbed her by the arm, and flung her towards the wall. Her hands came out to keep her from crashing face first. He was on her in a blink of an eye to crush her breasts upon the wall. The cool, concrete surface rubbing against her hardened nipples was a shock. He kicked her legs apart, then he changed his mind and lifted it instead. Brick penetrated her body, joining them in one fluid motion that made them both moan.
Brick rode her hard. In and out, he pounded away with long, deep strokes that made her feel as if he was in her stomach.
“Oh God…I love it when your pussy starts making that smacking sound,” he hissed as he slowed down to savor the sound her cunt was making due to the sloppy gooiness his dick had created.
Suddenly, he back away.
“This is wrong,” he announced.
She glanced over her shoulder to find him running his hands through his hair.
“I’m sorry…I just got out of control,” he explained, sheepishly.
“Sorry for what? I loved it. I love it when you fuck me lik—”
“No, not this time.”
He closed the gap between them. “Not this time,” he repeated.
He lowered his head and began to kiss her slowly. He continued to ravish her mouth while he undressed. With their mouths still joined, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed, laid her down, and stretched out next to her. His touch was different. It was soft upon her flesh while he explored her body.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked him in pure awe of how different this time with was.
“I want you to know that I can be gentle with you, too. I want you to know, to feel the difference because you are so much more to me, Lakyta. You are my A chuisle, my pulse.”
There it was again, just like at his parents’ house that night, a raw emotion in his voice. A thought sprung up in her mind as she peered into his eyes. It was one that she dared not believe to be true as his words and the meaning of the pet name he had taken to refer her by hit home. If she did, she knew there would be no turning back.
She opened her legs and watched him position himself between them. He entered her in such a slow, mind searing way that it could only be described as exquisite. He remained joined with her for a few minutes, doing nothing but kissing her before his thrusts began to match the slow, deep pace of his tongue. There was no choking. There were no harsh words. Instead, his touch was light and practiced. His words were fevered and spoken in low whispers as he worshiped her with his lovemaking. It was beyond anything that she had ever experienced before in her life. He was marking her as his and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
An hour later, he waited until she came down from her fourth orgasm. He rolled her off from her straddling position onto her stomach, and entered from behind, once again. This time he didn’t stop. He didn’t withdraw. Brick kept going until she felt the burning sensation of his cum filling her body.
In the darkness, Lakyta watched Brick while he slept. No matter how far she would move away from him in the monstrosity of a bed, he always seemed to seek her out to entwine his limb with hers. This wasn’t the first time she had awakened to stare at him. It was the only time she felt secure enough to let her guard down, to let her true feelings show. Like every night before, she placed a light kiss on his relaxed mouth.
“I love you,” she whispered before she turned onto her side with her back against his chest. She took a deep breath and before long she was fast asleep.
Brick opened his eyes and smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The change in Brick was so obvious after that night three days ago. His face seemed to constantly have an expression of knowing a secret that no one knew, and it was beginning to annoy the hell out of her, she thought as she walked back into the house. She had been busy touring one of their resorts most of the morning. The fact that she knew she hadn’t really listened to a damn thing that had been said, frustrated her as well. All she desired to do was relax while she attempted to get a handle on her thoughts and feeling.
She practically jumped at the sound of the hard knocking on the front door. Without pause, she swung it open and felt her heart stop. Forcing air back into her lungs, she gazed into the faces of the two people that she had always thought was by her side, only for her to finally expect she was in this world alone. She took note of the expressions on their dark faces. Her mother’s was hard and hateful, while her brother, Absai, was stern, just like the meaning of his name.
“How could you, you good for nothing,” her mother cried as she brought up her hand to slap Lakyta.
“Put your hand down, or I’ll put it down for you.”
Shocked, the woman took a step back to regard Lakyta openly.
“You must think you’re so much now that you’ve become the property of a white man. See,” she sneered as she tapped her son. “She thinks she’s better than us. She was too good to marry someone back home. Now you think to destroy your father when it was his wisdom that save your slutty ass from ruin,” her mother spat, sending waves of spittle across her daughter’s face.
Asbai held up his hand for their mother to be silent.
“We are here to take you home,” he announced.
“Yes, home…so you can repent for hurting your father,” added her mother.
Lakyta scanned the outside property.
“Where is he?”
“That’s of none of your concern. He wants to talk to you,” replied her bother.
She narrowed her gaze for a moment. She had been well aware that Brick had made it so that her father was losing contracts and venders left and right. She was sure his head was still spinning from the tip that was called to the Health Department. There was no denying that it had to have been her doing because the agent knew who to question, what to ask, and where to look to find out all the short cuts that were taken to turn a better profit. Of course, the reporter that was there to watch it all go down had been very grateful for the story. Even still, her father was trying to hold on to his chains of exclusive restaurants he had built from the ground up on a foundation of ass kissing, lies, and dirty dealings.
“It sounds to me that you are here to better the bargaining field. He thought he had finally gotten his hand in the cookie jar, only for him to open it and find that it was empty. Father sold me, sold me for a business to make sure the two of you profited. Did you even think about me, Mother? Shit, I know you didn’t give a fuck,” she pointed to her brother. “I’m not going any damn where. This is where he left me without a goodbye or a phone call from you, and this is where I’m going to stay” remarked Lakyta, firmly.
She knew it was coming. She just didn’t know if it would have been her mother or Asbia that was going to make the first move. After he had told her to leave with them, she had slowly pulled it out of the cream colored clutch she thankfully still had in her hand. She had kept it hidden behind her back, waiting
for such a time as now. Like always, they viewed her as nothing. Not as a person with feelings, but nothing but property to be sold, beaten, to blend quietly into the background until she was told what to do, but not this time. She had something for their asses.
Lakyta saw her brother lunge for her. Quickly, she brought her hand from behind the door, and without a clinch, or a blink, she pulled the trigger. Her mother let out a high pitched scream. The woman waved hoping around with her hands waving frantically while Asbia flopped around like a flailing fish as the volts of electricity streamed through his body.
“Stop! Stop, you’re killing him! You’re killing my baby!” screamed her mother.
Lakyta knew she had incapacitated him on contact of the prongs entering his body, even still, she squeezed the trigger two more times, sending a fresh wave through his body each time. With a jerk of her hand, she released him from the prongs’ shocking grip.
“Get him and go,” she commanded in a chilling monotone voice.
She slammed the door, and had only managed to get a few feet down the hall before her cell phone rung.
With a growl, she answered it.
“Hi Olivia.”
“Good morning, Darling.”
Lakyta rolled her eyes.
“The school just called. McCormac is sick. Can you pick him up?”
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