by Xyla Turner
She hugged me again and said, “I do forgive you. I had a long time ago. Jose taught me how.”
I let her go and shook Jose’s hand.
“Thanks, man.”
He smiled a wide, toothy grin and said, “No, thank you. Now stay for dinner. We have plenty.”
The food was excellent, their kids were well mannered, and the company was great. Jose and I hit it off so well that I told him about the Guardians and our goal to expand. He told me to definitely let him know because he was interested. We exchanged information, and as he put the kids to bed, Shelly walked me to the door.
“So, who is she?” she asked when we both were on the porch, and the door was closed.
I laughed out loud.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked.
“When a man is in love? Oh yeah. He’d do anything to keep that love, even hash up old shit from the past and rectify it,” she chuckled. “Yeah, it's obvious.”
I nodded and contemplated my boots.
“Yeah, she's someone I’ve known a while and never let it go there.”
“Ouch. You've really been denying yourself, huh?” She cringed.
“Don't get me wrong, I've been no church mouse. Just never gave her all of me.”
“I understand,” she nodded. “Go and do that. You're missing out on so much! That love, Blair. There's nothing like it.”
“I can see that.” I kissed her on the forehead. “I can see that, now.”
7 - No Take Backs
SHAY:
Greg continued to call me non-stop. He wanted to talk, wanted to apologize, wanted to ...
What-the-fuck-ever. I was done with him and not just because of his asinine comments but because of Bronx. Kylie was more excited about Bronx and me than I was. The woman was salivating at the mouth and jumping on her couch when I told her what happened between us while at the gym.
“Was it everything?” I'd never seen so many of her teeth at one time.
“Yeah, but come on Kylie. Don't jinx it. I don't want to get hyped, and when he comes back on Thursday or Friday, he just acts like he always does. You know. He and I haven't had good luck and while I do want to jump up and celebrate.” I shook my head. “I really just want it to be real this time. You know?”
She hopped off the couch and put her arm around my neck. “Oh, honey. It's real this time. Believe me, it's real. Even Razor is excited.”
“I fucking hope so.”
THURSDAY NIGHT, WE all went out to see Kylie perform at Peppers. Even Dessy came out to get away from my overbearing parents. She said she’d had enough of them and asked when she could come back. I told her I'd need to check with the Guardians about the surveillance but figured it was probably easier to handle both of us under one roof, instead of two. Afterwards we screamed, drank and made Uno drink five shots because he didn't think Kylie could hit the Whitney Houston note in the song, I Will Always Love You.
“Never bet against my girl, Kylie. You'll always lose.” I pounded on the counter with both of my hands.
“I concur,” Razor chimed in. “Betting against any of these ladies isn't a good decision.”
He raised his beer as Uno took another shot.
“Let’s do another!” Kylie screamed in my ear. “We need to celebrate.”
“Yeessss!” I yelled back.
Big Joey lined our shot glasses up for us and soon as I went to grab the shot glass, a hand covered mine preventing me from lifting it.
“What the fuck?” I turned around to see who wanted their death wish.
My eyes landed on a bald, caramel, gorgeous man with brownish eyes and a great smile.
Holy shit, Bronx looked good. Good enough to fucking eat.
“Hey,” I said, trying to play it cool. “You're back.”
He smiled wider at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing, just thinking if I should tie both your hands and feet or just spank your ass.”
He was in my space, and his cologne was seriously causing me to fall under his spell.
“How about both?” I smiled back at him.
“That's my girl.”
“Hey Bronx,” Kylie sang as she hung her arm on my neck. “So, glad you're back.”
“Hey, Kylie...,” he nodded with a half-smile. “Heard you brought the house down again.”
She blushed and said, “I tried.”
Bronx’s hand wrapped around my neck as he pulled me off the stool towards him.
“We’re getting outta here,” he said to both of us. “She's on my bike, so her car will stay here. We’ll get it on Sunday.”
I turned towards the demanding man and said, “Uh, I work tomorrow.”
“No, you called out earlier today.”
“Uh, no, I didn't.”
Bronx pulled his face up to mine and said, “Dr. Kron knows you won't be in until Monday.”
“Holy shit.” Kylie was bright red. “That's hot.”
“Let's go.” He pulled me into him, and we turned to see Razor standing behind us.
“You're back?” he asked.
“Yup.”
“Good. I see you got shit sorted, then?” Razor looked at me and said, “I'm glad brother.”
“So am I, brother.” He pulled me closer and whispered in my hair. “So am I.”
Razor nodded and moved outta our way. Apollo smiled at Bronx and gave him their biker nod or whatever the hell that meant.
I happily climbed on the back of his bike and held on as my fingers wrapped tightly around his button down shirt that covered his hard body. On some level I was scared but on the other hand, I was overdue.
We were overdue.
Bronx had a nice condominium on the west side of town. It was in a great neighborhood, and it was too much for me to afford. Which was the only reason, I wasn't living in that section of town.
He backed up his bike in the driveway and helped me off.
“This is nice, Bronx.”
“Thanks.”
He held my hand as he led me up the outdoor stairs.
When we entered, Bronx asked if I wanted some water. I nodded my head since I was so nervous.
When he returned, he came back with a glass of ice water and placed it in my hand. He didn't join me on the couch. Instead, he lowered himself on the floor and used his two hands to part my legs and his arms rested there.
“There are some things we should discuss first and issues we need to address,” Bronx said.
“Okay.” I was damn near salivating at the mouth.
“First, the setup with you and Greg is over. It's done.”
He wasn't asking, he was telling me.
“Done,” I heard myself say.
His head nodded.
“If we do this Shay, you're mine. No take backs, no running. I told you what I had wished for you, that's where I'm headed, kitten. With only you. This offer isn't for anyone else. Never will be. I want those things with you. If you have a problem with any of those things, let's discuss it now.”
“Yeah, I do. It was on the list of things you wanted. I’d like to add something.”
“O-kay?” he asked slowly.
“What I want, is for you to have sons. Little boys that look just like you, same mannerisms, and smirks.”
Bronx smiled that smile I've only seen on a few occasions. A couple for me and the rest with his brothers. It displayed his beautiful teeth and my barely beating heart simply melted.
He was my weakness.
Always was.
Probably, another reason I fought so hard to keep him away. He had the power to break me.
Still did.
Bronx laid his head in my lap while wrapping his arms around my waist. I rubbed his smooth head until he lifted it and stared at me.
“You with me, kitten?” he asked.
“I'm with you.”
He stood up, held out a hand for me to stand and led the way to his bedroom with our hands interlocked. He had a modern home like mine, but h
is was much bigger with four bedrooms.
Bronx laid me down on the bed and slowly removed each stitch of clothing from my body. Then he perused my body with his eyes lowered and every aching second, my core grew wetter.
My breath hitched and at one point, I swore my breathing had turned into panting. He took his one finger and traced my body from head to toe over every curve.
Bronx undid his belt, unbuttoned his shirt and toed off his boots. Standing there in heather gray briefs with a raging hard cock ready for release, he resembled a sight of perfection that belonged on the cover of a magazine or a book.
“You're beautiful,” I mumbled.
The bed dipped when Bronx placed his knee on it and bent down to capture my lips with his.
Oh God.
He nipped and bit his way down to my thigh, then he dropped to his knees on the floor and spread my legs right before he said, “This dream has put me to sleep many a night.”
His face descended, and his tongue twirled around my sensitive clit, right before he wrapped his lips around it and started to suck; causing me to knife up in a seated position.
“Bronx,” I exclaimed.
His arm extended to hold me down as he ravished my soaked center. Bronx’s lips finally released my nub and licked each part of my lips. I was so happy that I had went with the Brazilian wax because Bronx was all over. My lips, wet center, clit and between my cheeks. His tongue roamed between the two entry points as I grabbed his bald head and rocked my hips according to his rhythm.
Bronx began to kiss his way up my stomach, then wrapped his lips and large hands around my breast. My hand cradled his head as he climbed on the bed to join me.
“Shit,” I hissed as his ministrations were driving me crazy. “Bronx!”
His head lifted, causing my nipple to pop from his wet mouth. Then he leaned on me further, so he could open a drawer. “I’m clean, kitten. I’ve got the records to prove it.”
I nodded my head and said, “Same. I went last week but I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“Good,” he replied. “You ready?”
“What kind of question is that? I was ready four years ago,” I laughed.
One side of his lips turned up in a smirk, then he reached down and whispered against my lips, “I know, kitten. I’m sorry.” His lips kissed mine. “I’ll start making up for that now.”
Bronx pulled up, tore the condom wrapper and slid it on his large, thick cock. He could definitely be some sort of model. Every fucking aspect of him was photogenic, and penises were not the best-looking appendages but Bronx’s was.
Goddamn.
As I thought about taking a picture for my own collection of him, he pushed inside and took my breath away.
“Holy shit,” I sighed.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so goddamn tight, sweetheart.”
He leaned down and took my lips again and began to gain depth by pushing inside of my hot core. God, he felt so good. Bronx wasn’t sloppy, fast or even slow. He wasn’t fucking me, but it seemed he was savoring every moment as he pushed in and out me. Bronx’s tongue pushed in and out of my mouth just as his cock did. The mixture of the two actions had my pulse beating the fastest that it has ever. I could feel everything on my body as it was alive and all of my senses seem to heighten. His breathing, his chest against mine, his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding them open so his hefty body could rest between my legs. The symbolism of me letting him inside of me, every part of me.
God. It was everything.
“So good. So tight. So beautiful,” Bronx murmured against my lips.
His mouth descended to my neck where he nipped and bit. I did not care one single fuck because, at that moment, my body belonged to him. Utterly and completely.
“Faster,” I whispered in his ear.
Bronx lifted his head, then he reached in the drawer, grabbed a bottle and placed it on the bed. When his warm body separated from me, I felt lost and naked, then he grabbed my right wrist to lift it above my head towards the headboard. A soft, feather-like fabric slid around my wrist, and then it tightened.
Oh shit.
I smiled at him.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
Quickly, I turned and got on my knees so he could have his sexy way. After a while, something slid down the crack of my ass, and then I felt his fingers moving between my cheeks. Just when I thought the invasion was about to happen, his cock pushed into my waiting pussy.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned.
“Goddamn, Shay,” Bronx murmured as he started to rock in and out of me.
After a short while, he slapped my ass and said, “Ride it.”
That was music to my ears.
I pushed my chest further into the bed, arching my back and begin to move my ass all over his rock hard dick. My hips switched directions after a few turns, and it must have been getting good because Bronx started to slap my ass as I wiggled it around his long cock. He had the length, so I could get as acrobatic as I wanted without it popping out. It wasn’t until I started to jiggle my ass around him, that he stilled me and put a finger in my tiny asshole.
Holy shit.
That felt forbidden but so goddamn erotic.
“Oh, Bronx,” I moaned into the pillow. “Fuck me.”
He went faster, harder and even added a finger to my already tight hole.
“Shay,” he whimpered. “Fuck, baby. I’m coming.”
Heat suddenly hit my back as he was on me and still moving but his fingers were no longer in my ass, but gripping my breast.
“Shay, sweetheart,” he mumbled. “Fuckkk.”
His weight pushed my body further into the bed as he fell, then he rolled off of me.
“God,” I uttered between my panting breaths.
“Shit,” Bronx muttered as he pulled my body into his. “You’re a fucking wildcat.”
“Hmm.”
“Ten minutes and we go again and this time that virgin ass,” he slapped me on the thigh, “is mine.”
I pushed my butt further back into his crotch indicating my response and closed my eyes. Sure enough, as I was about to drift off, I heard him in my ear, “On your knees.”
Oh God.
Bronx lubricated my ass, tested out three of his fingers, causing my body to be on red-alert as my nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. Then finally, he pushed inside of my forbidden hole and stroked me until my orgasms put me in another galaxy. It was no picnic at first, that shit stung like a bitch, but the more he spread me open for him, the better it felt and the harder I came.
WHEN MY EYES OPENED again, they met with Bronx’s brown eyes.
“Morning, Kitten,” he said cheerfully.
“Morning,” I grumbled.
He laughed.
“Yeah, how could I forget? Not a morning person. Coffee, four sugars and light,” Bronx rattled off.
“Uh, how'd you know?” I asked as I turned my wrist around to stretch it against any cramps.
“Just because I wasn't with you, doesn't mean I wasn't paying attention,” he replied as he pulled me in and kissed me on the forehead. “Do what you got to do and I'll get your breakfast and coffee ready?”
He kissed me again and rolled out of bed naked as the day he was born. Rock hard cock, chiseled chest, tight thighs and all of that looked like breakfast to me.
Fifteen minutes later I was downstairs staring at pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage links.
And a huge mug of coffee.
My favorites.
“Sit,” he said.
I found my body obeying the command, which was weird. It reminded me of what Kylie had said about when Razor got all alpha on her, and she would do it.
We chalked it up to he's a good lover and she wanted more. Now, I'd say that because Bronx was an excellent lover, oh my fucking God yes, but only he could command and demand me to do anything. It wasn't clear why yet.
“You sore anywhere?” he asked.
“A little,
but it's a good sore.”
“Was I ever too rough?”
“Uh, no,” I laughed. “I'm a big girl, I can take it.”
My breakfast was nearly done, and my coffee was gone by the time his check-in questions started.
He rose to clear off the table wearing a pair of red mesh shorts.
I came up behind him at the sink and ran my hands down his back, under his shorts and around to the front to grab his lengthening long cock.
“Shay,” he hissed as his entire body grew tight.
“Turn around,” I commanded.
He obeyed me too.
I sank to my knees and slowly pulled his shorts down, displaying my morning breakfast wood.
“Shay,” Bronx hissed again.
“Shh. Lean back and relax,” I said before my lips engulfed the head of his enormous cock.
“Holy fuck.” His entire body relaxed as I started to move my head and bounce on my haunches.
Bronx was so big, it was difficult to take him like I wanted. So I used my hands to make up for what I couldn't get into my mouth.
At first, Bronx kept his hands curled around the counter then he grabbed me by my hair and began to push inside while holding my head still.
“Goddamn, woman,” Bronx growled as he pushed in and out of my mouth. “So good.”
I choked a bit but relaxed my throat so I could take him deeper. My tongue caressed his the underside and Bronx pushed off the counter and further down my throat.
He groaned and then he pulled out, picked me up and murmured against my mouth, “God.” He breathed against my lips, “Hold on!”
“Yes!” I exhaled.
My arms wrapped around his neck and he pushed me against the refrigerator. His cocked lined up with my wet pussy and Bronx pushed inside, causing me to moan deep and long.
“So fucking tight.” His lips hovered over me. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathed against him before I kissed him deep.
Bronx grabbed my ass and powered into my tight heat until he groaned his release deep inside of me.
His forehead landed on mine as he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. Bronx reached over, grabbed some tissues and knelt before me, then he said, “Spread ‘em.”