My Kind of Girl

by Candace Shaw

“Do you want the handcuffs on or off?” he asked.

  “On.”

  “Well aren’t you my bad girl.”

  Raising her lips up to his, she kissed him provocatively as her tongue met his in a fervent French kiss. He slid his hands down her body and around to her buttocks, clutching them until he eased himself into her.

  “Oh … Sean …” she screamed out, desperately trying to reach for him.

  Sliding in and out at a steady pace, Sean ravished her neck with kisses while incoherent ramblings came of her mouth. She didn’t know how much more she could handle. Her muscles clenched and her hips bucked against him, meeting each thrust as they became deeper and stronger.

  “Yessssss … Sean … fuck me harder, please … baby!” she shouted out. She couldn’t believe she’d said the F word, but that’s exactly what she wanted him to do.

  “That’s what you want?” His voice was just as rough as his thrusts. “You want me to fuck you harder?” he asked through gritted teeth as he obliged to her request.

  “Puleeze … just take it. Do whatever you want. Just don’t stop fucking me,” she panted out, struggling to get loose of the handcuffs. She needed to run her hands over his chocolate skin. It was pure torture, and yet she was enjoying every amorous moment.

  He gripped her bottom as he hammered into her over and over, causing her legs to quiver. She wrapped them around his waist, hoping that would calm her down, but it was no use as her orgasm increased with every millisecond, and she found herself spinning in a tornado of ecstasy she couldn’t find her way out of.

  He reached up and unlocked the handcuffs. Wrapping her arms around his neck, he picked her up and laid her on her side facing him as his pace never missed a beat. Relieved to be uncuffed, she dug her hands into his shoulders and crashed her lips on his.

  She could sense his climax was near as the throbbing inside of her increased, and she released and unreleased her muscles around him to purposely drive him wild. Untamed motions began for him as he jerked and groaned loudly in the air. He flipped her on her back and pushed deeper into her as she felt him pulsating inside of her. His feral orgasm shook the bed and the words he spewed out she didn’t quite understand.

  Sean collapsed on top of her, causing what little breath she had to be knocked out. When she tapped him on his shoulder, he raised his head up and looked down at her, his sweat dripping on to her face. Traci didn’t care for she was soaking wet as well.

  “Do you know how big you are?” she teased, trying to budge her body out from under his but couldn’t.

  “Um … I think about ten and a—”

  She pinched his arm playfully. “Not that. I meant body size compared to me.”

  His eyes widened. “Babe, am I smushing you?” He flipped them over so that she was lying on top of him. He placed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Better?”

  “Much. Did we just … I mean … did we just do all of that? Handcuffs and all?” She tried to sit up but was completely sated. “Did I actually say the F word?”

  “Oh yeah. Twice. Let me know when you’re ready for the next round.”

  “Ready,” she said fully reenergized.

  “Goodness you’re my kind of girl.” He slapped her bottom and flipped her over.

  “That’s right. The kind of girl you like is right here with me.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Babe, those ribs smell divine,” Traci said, wrapping her arms around Sean’s waist from behind while he turned the ribs over on the grill.

  “Thanks. I know Justin brought beef ribs, but I still like pork every blue moon.”

  They were outside in the outdoor kitchen off of the veranda. Sean had finally decided to have a small cookout with his family and friends to officially introduce Traci and show-off his beautiful backyard.

  “What’s up, man? Are those done?”

  Sean turned to see his brother-in-law, Rasheed Vincent—Bria’s husband—holding out a paper plate piled with food.

  “Yep, I was just about to put them in the serving pan.”

  “Stack two of them on top of the chicken your mother made.”

  Bria walked over with an empty plate. “Sean, place them here. You’d think Rasheed was the one eating for two.” Bria, who was now four months pregnant, rose up and kissed her husband’s cheek.

  “I have to keep my strength up, girl. Chasing after RJ, and of course you, is a full-time job.” They walked away arm-in-arm to join Cannon and Yasmine at the table inside of the veranda. Unfortunately the rainy day prohibited them from hanging outside.

  “I think we’re done here,” Sean said, placing the last rib in the pan. “Let’s go inside with the others.”

  “Yep, this rain is beginning to blow under the cover.” Traci hurried ahead of Sean. They passed through the veranda to the kitchen where Shelbi was making a chocolate and strawberry punch bowl cake.

  “Mmm … I know I’m eating a piece of that. Looks good, sis.”

  “Thanks. I hate to leave soon, but I have a double at the hospital. I can’t wait until my residency is over with in December, and I can work at the practice with all of you,” Shelbi said, swirling whip cream on top of the finished dessert.

  The doorbell chimed. Sean glanced at the security monitor above the entrance way of the kitchen to the dining room. “Babe, can you go get that?”

  “Sure,” Traci said, leaving the kitchen.

  Shelbi stared at Sean in amazement. “You must really like her if she’s answering the door.”

  “Yep, plus it’s for her.”

  Traci rushed back into the kitchen with a dozen pink roses in a crystal vase. Sean was elated with the breathtaking expression on her face. She’d never looked more stunning.

  “Sean, these are gorgeous.” He could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

  He took the vase from her trembling hands and set it on the middle of the island that was packed with food from the cook out. “I’m glad you love them.”

  “I couldn’t believe when the delivery guy said they were for me.”

  “Well, I remembered when we first met you mentioned you love roses, preferably pink.”

  “Wow, you remembered.”

  He drew her in his arms. She was a tad taller today because she had on a wedge sandal, but he still picked her up as promised so she would never have to strain her neck.

  “I listened to everything you said.”

  “I’m speechless. These are gorgeous. Can we place them on the foyer table so they won’t be in the way on the island?”

  “Of course.” He placed her back on the floor and retreated to take the roses into the foyer. As he sat them on the credenza, the doorbell rang again, but the door opened and Teresa walked in. Before he could utter a word, she charged forward and kissed him, pulling herself up and wrapping her long legs around his waist before he had time to push her off. He heard a loud, curling scream just as he’d managed to get Teresa off of him. He knew the owner of the scream, and his heart stopped beating. He turned and saw Traci frozen in the entry way of the foyer with Caitlyn by her side and the rest of his family standing around.

  “This is about to get real good,” Rasheed said, swigging his beer as the rest of the family shushed him.

  “Oh, isn’t that the worker who did your backyard, sugar?” Teresa asked. “What is she screaming about?” Teresa slid her arm possessively around Sean’s waist. “Oops, I got lipstick all over you.” She tried to wipe it from his lips, but he stepped away from her.

  “What are you doing here?” Sean demanded.

  “I’ve tried calling you, but your number has been disconnected. You told me when I got back to the States you’d make it up to me for kicking me out of the house that day.”

  Sean racked his brain. He had said that to her the next day on the phone, but it was before he started to see Traci. He hadn’t given Teresa a second thought.

  “Look, you’ve been gone for a while and I have a girlfriend now. Traci, the horticulturist who landsca
ped my backyard.”

  “Oh … why didn’t you say that when I walked inside instead of French kissing me liked you missed me?” Teresa turned and walked out of the opened door just as Garrett was walking in.

  “What did I miss?” Garrett asked as he glanced around at everyone in the foyer.

  Sean stepped toward Traci, who hadn’t moved or said a word. Instead, she stared at him in bewilderment.

  “Traci … babe?”

  “I trusted you,” she whispered, as the tears fell out of her eyes like the big rain drops were falling outside.

  Sean’s stomach turned into one big knot as the pain crossed her face. “No, wait she’s lying. I didn’t kiss her first or at all. She grabbed me and—” He couldn’t finish as Traci rushed passed him, snatched the roses out of the vase—which crashed to the floor—and whacked him on the arms and the chest with them over and over screaming as the petals fell off and scattered on the floor. Caitlyn pulled Traci away and held her tightly while she still tried to lunge at him.

  “Stop it, girl. He’s not worth it,” Caitlyn yelled, still pulling on her best friend.

  “I hate you!” Traci threw what was left of the roses at him. “I hate you!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

  “Where’s your purse and keys?” Caitlyn asked.

  “In the bedroom, but my car is in the garage. It’s blocked.”

  “Mine is on the street and my purse is in the coat closet. We’re leaving.”

  Raven hurried to the closet. “I remember you had a brown LV.” Raven retrieved it and handed it to Caitlyn. “Get her some safely, and I’ll make sure her car gets to her sometime today.”

  Sean stepped toward Traci. “No, wait! You aren’t leaving. We need to talk about this in private. Nothing happened.”

  “Liar! I was standing there when you were holding her up … just like you do to kiss me.”

  Traci and Caitlyn passed by him and his body numbed. He couldn’t fathom what was happening as she bolted out of the door and down the steps. He stepped forward, but Garrett held him back.

  “Stop, man, let her go.”

  “Hell no!” Sean wiggled free of his friend and ran across the grass barefoot to the street where Traci was getting into the passenger seat of a Toyota Camry. She shut the door when she saw him approach. He tried opening it but it was locked. The wind was blowing the rain sideways and he peered through the dark tint of the car.

  He banged on the window. “Baby, please open the door.” He continued banging until the car sped off.

  He didn’t know how long he’d stood watching the headlights disappear as the heavy rain beat down on his body. After a while, he felt comforting arms around him leading him back into his house. He was in a daze, but he could smell his mother’s Chanel perfume as she helped him up the steps. His siblings were all in the doorway. Shelbi tossed a blanket over him and Raven patted his back. He noticed Sadie and Yasmine cleaning up the broken glass and the rose petals off of the floor. He saw Rasheed trying to explain to Garrett what had happened before he’d arrived.

  Somehow Sean made it to his bathroom and Cannon instructed him to take off his clothes before he caught pneumonia and died. Not that he cared about that. He felt like he had died the second Traci walked out his door and took his heart with her.

  *****

  “Girl, who died?” Caitlyn asked as she strolled into Traci’s loft with a carry-out bag and noticed the twenty-five bouquets of yellow and pink roses displayed all over.

  Traci closed the door and walked through the maze of roses that had been delivered that morning before crawling back into her bed and flinging the comforter over her face. She yelled out, “Me!” Cait plopped on the bed and pulled the cover back from Traci’s face.

  “Well, if it wasn’t for the scent of the roses I would agree. When was the last time you showered or brushed your teeth?” Caitlyn scooted away, wrinkling her nose.

  “At Sean’s …”

  “That was four days ago. Now look, you can’t keep using your vacation days to sulk over a man who didn’t deserve you in the first damn place.”

  “I go back to work on Monday. I’ll be fine by then.” She propped herself up on her pillows. “The rose gardens are fine, and luckily I was already done with the orchid project.”

  “Have you spoken to him?” Caitlyn retreated to the kitchen and rummaged around in a drawer. Pulling out a garbage bag, she began picking up containers of barely touched leftover food that had sat out for days.

  “No, I blocked his numbers so he can’t call or text.”

  “Look, get up and take a shower and brush your teeth. Twice. And gargle.”

  Traci pulled the comforter back and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “You’re not funny. What did you bring me to eat?” She ran her fingers through her hair, but they got stuck in the tangles.

  “You’re finally hungry today?”

  “A little.”

  “I brought you the chicken Caesar salad we both love at the garden’s café and some white zin. Take your shower and then we can eat. I’ll burn your sheets and comforter while you’re in bathroom.”

  Thirty minutes later they sat on the couch eating since there were four dozen roses sitting on the kitchen table and six on the island.

  “You have to talk to him, Tray.”

  “No, I don’t. I don’t ever want to see him again,” Traci said, sipping her wine.

  “All jokes aside, what if he’s telling the truth? You know he’s dated plenty of women and some of them may not have gotten the memo that he’s no longer single. That one apparently had not. She saw him and kissed him. Probably freaked Sean out. He said he was trying to get her off of him and that’s when you walked in and screamed like a banshee.”

  Traci cut her eyes at her best friend. “Whose side are you on?”

  “Yours, but I just don’t want you to throw away your relationship. I know I’ve been calling him an asshole and all, but he seems really into you and you two were so happy together.”

  Traci picked up her fork and dug into the salad. “You’ve been talking to Garrett, haven’t you?”

  “Just once. He wanted to make sure you were okay. He said Sean is a wreck.”

  “Good for him. He should’ve thought about that before he kissed that trifling slut knowing I was in the next room.”

  “I still say talk to him and hear his side of the story.”

  After Caitlyn left, Traci settled on to the couch. She glanced at her cell phone on the coffee table sitting between two vases of roses. Reaching for the phone, she scrolled through the numbers until she saw Sean’s. After she pressed the “unblock” on the screen, twenty voicemails from him that had been in the blocked box appeared, She listened to them. The first ones were mostly begging for her to talk to him. Some were simply “I miss you” and the last one was “Did you like all of the roses?” It had been received less than hour ago. The phone vibrated in her hand, and it was a new text from Sean.

  It simply read, ‘Did you watch the video I sent?’

  Puzzled, she didn’t know what video because when blocking a number one can’t receive texts messages but the voicemails are stored. She didn’t want to text him back, but she was curious as to what kind of video he’d sent. She prayed he hadn’t taped them making love without her permission. She texted back, ‘No, please resend it’. A moment later a video appeared on her screen. She pushed play and it showed him in the foyer of his home placing the pink roses on the credenza. The front door opened and Teresa strutted in, kissed Sean, and jumped up on him as he tried to push her off with the most grotesque facial expression she’d ever seen on him. His mouth was completely closed when Teresa’s lips were on his.

  Traci had completely forgotten about the security cameras in his home. She called Caitlyn and who was there in a flash to watch the video.

  “Girl, I’m so glad you showered,” Caitlyn said, pulling Traci off of the couch. “Now jump in your beetle and go over to that man’s house right
now.”

  Rushing to the door, Traci grabbed her keys and purse from the hook. Opening the door, she gasped when she saw Sean standing there as if he was about to knock. He looked tired and a slight beard had formed.

  “I was just coming to you …” Traci stammered, holding up her purse and her cell phone with the video still playing. Tears rushed down her cheeks, and she dropped her purse on the floor as her body trembled.

  Caitlyn squeezed past them and Sean walked in, shutting the door.

  “I’m sorry … I didn’t believe you, but we kept running into all of your … exes, or whatever they are …”

  Sean drew her to him, gazing at her tenderly. He ran a gentle hand down her cheek. “Shh … you don’t owe me an apology. I can see how that would look to you walking in considering my back was to you and my past isn’t exactly squeaky clean. I’m sorry you had to go through that, dimples.”

  She smiled through the tears as he called her his favorite nickname for her. “I’ve missed you, but I’m so scared this could happen again.” She tried pulling away, but he latched on tighter.

  He stooped down to her level and rested his forehead on hers. “I promise you that won’t happen. I contacted the others and told them I was in a serious, committed relationship with the woman I intend to marry. I had a few grumbles, but most of them wished me well. They weren’t trying to settle down with me either, so in way they didn’t care.”

  “I thought you tossed that cell into the Mississippi.”

  “I did, but I have the phone records with their numbers. I’ve spent the last few days making calls.”

  “So, I’m it for you?” she asked nervously.

  “Goodness, yes! There’s no other woman I want to be with. These last few days have been the worst in my life. I’ve never missed a woman before, but then again I’ve never been in love before. I love you, dimples. I love you very much. I wasn’t about to let you walk out of my life. That wasn’t an option,” he stated seriously.

  “You’ve never said I love you before.” She shuddered in his arms as he wiped the happy tears off of her cheeks.

  “I know. I didn’t know how much until I thought I’d lost you even though I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you. Heck, maybe even before. My mother was always talking about how wonderful of a person you are and how sweet you’d been to her. I figured you had to be someone special if my mom adored you, and when I met you, I could see exactly what she meant. You are indeed truly special, my love. I intend to make you happy for the rest of our lives.”