The Bull (The Black Land Series Book 2)

by D. Camille

  Lance smiled down at her. “A brother knows how to step his game up.” No longer able to resist, he tasted her lips gently causing her to wrap her arms around his neck. Lance walked her back into the apartment and closed the door behind him with his lips still on hers.

  “Did you get those results back yet?” he asked against her lips, pulling her closer.

  “Yes...” Khayla breathed.

  Lance lifted his head. “And?”

  Khayla held his gaze. “You're fine.”

  “See, I had planned this whole thing of taking you out, wining and dining you...but you twisted up the game when you answered the door looking like this caramel goddess,” he told her. “Now my mind is all fucked up.”

  She gave him a sexy smile. “How can we get your mind right again?”

  Lance touched her face. “I want to make magic with you Khayla...” he told her just as he had the first time. “Because I've found that it's only magic with you.”

  Khayla took his hand. “I've got new sheets...”

  Outside of her bedroom, Khayla gasped as Lance lifted her off her feet and into his arms. “What are you doing?”

  “This is for real Khayla,” he told her while staring into her face. “I want you.”

  Her arm wound around his neck. “I want you Lance.”

  Lance carried her into the room and stood her on her feet. There was a dim light in the otherwise darkened room. He lifted her chin and kissed her lips, savoring her taste.

  “I love you Khayla Imani.”

  She caught her breath. “Lance...are you sure you want to go there?” Khayla asked watching him.

  He held her tightly. “You scared?” Lance claimed her mouth, completely robbing her of all her breath. His kiss was demanding as he sucked her tongue and lips. The process of thinking ceased for Khayla as his hands began to roam her body and he pulled her flush against his arousal.

  “Do you love me Khayla Imani?” he whispered against her open mouth before moving to her neck.

  Khayla threw her head back. “Lance...”

  His mouth moved lower and with tongue paid homage to her nipple through her thin dress, causing her to emit a soft sound. He paid the same attention to her other breast before claiming her mouth again.

  “Do you love me Khayla Imani?” he repeated as he lifted her dress and moved his hand underneath.

  She held her breath as he tugged at the waistband of her panties and found the damp spot he sought. Khayla held on to his broad shoulders encased in the fine material of his suit and placed her forehead on his shoulder as she gave in to his ministrations.

  She was totally caught up in the spell that Lance was casting. Her heart shouted that she loved him, always had, but her head warned her not to fall again so easily.

  Lance whispered in her ear. “It's okay Khayla. I promise I won't run this time.” Sensing her turmoil, he removed his hand and held her tightly in his arms stroking her back.

  “I know that I hurt you Khayla when I cut you off like that. Hell, I hurt my damn self.” He continued to rub her back slowly as she listened. “I was scared and stupid.”

  “I'm a grown ass man now and I know that I will never find anybody to replace you - in my life or in my heart,” he finished.

  Khayla pulled back to look at him and Lance saw the tears in her eyes. “Awww, Ma...don't do that.”

  She touched his face. “Of course I love you Lance Johnson.”

  He lowered his head and kissed her tears away before once again claiming her mouth.

  “You're so beautiful Katydids.” He sucked her bottom lip. “I missed you so much.”

  “I missed your warmth and your sweetness...”

  She ran her hand along his muscled arm. “You didn't forget me?” she whispered.

  “Who can forget love, Khayla Imani?” he whispered in her ear.

  Lance's hands moved to the ties that held her dress together. Slowly he released them then stepped back as he parted the two sides to reveal what was underneath. Khayla watched his eyes as he perused the black bra and panties she had chosen to wear for him. Her extra full and firm breasts sat up over the cups and the black thong sat above her sexy wide brown thighs.

  “Damn Ma, you're more beautiful than I remembered,” he uttered.

  Lance continued to stare at her captivated before he touched her gently on her abdomen. “Do you know what I want to do to you?” he asked looking into her eyes.

  Khayla smiled sexily. “I hope it's the same thing I want to do to you,” she whispered.

  Lance pushed the garment off her shoulders and it fell to the floor around her feet in a soft swoosh. His hands came up and palmed her breasts, pressing them together and burying his face in the soft mounds. Khayla felt his tongue glide across the tops before he delivered some soft nips on her skin.

  Lance reached behind her and quickly released the latch that held her bosom captive. He took the garment and tossed it aside before lowering his head to the large chocolate areolas, savoring her unique taste on his tongue. She held on as the pleasure spread throughout her body until he lifted his head and smiled at her.

  Lance grabbed at his tie and Khayla quickly moved to help him. As he released the knot she went for his shirt attacking the buttons.

  “Who's anxious this time?” he asked removing his jacket and shirt.

  Khayla stared at his bare chest as his hands moved to his pants. Her hands met his and took over the task of removing his belt. Watching him she unfastened his slacks and slipped her hand inside his underwear. She heard his breath catch as she cradled his maleness in her hand. Moving lower, she cupped his sac in her hand and admired its weight. His eyes darkened at Khayla as she ran a thumb over the mushroom cap.

  “I got condoms in my jacket,” he said hoarsely.

  She gave him a squeeze and he grunted. “No condoms tonight.”

  Lance lifted a brow and placed a hand over the one that was holding him hostage.

  “We can get naked?” he asked.

  Khayla nodded and began to stroke him slowly. “Completely.”

  “You on the pill?”

  She released him. “I have an IUD, but if you want to still use...”

  Lance cut her off by cradling her face and attacking her mouth. His hand moved down to slip inside of her panties then his fingers gently spread her folds apart for his invasion. His eyes held hers as he stroked and probed. “I want all of this right here...hot and raw.”

  Lance pushed her panties down her legs and moved her to the bed. “Spread out for me,” he requested.

  He watched her ass as she climbed onto the bed naked except for her heels. Khayla slowly turned and laid on her back. She raised her arms above her head causing her breasts to sit up like two round melons.

  Lance continued to watch in silence as she spread those glorious thighs apart revealing what he'd missed for nearly ten years. His eyes connected with her slitted ones, then he watched her as he removed his pants and shoes. His tight boxer briefs clearly showed the evidence of his arousal for her and he slid them down his strong legs then stood at full salute in front of her.

  Starting at her ankles, Lance worked his way up her body, leaving no spot untouched. When he reached her face, he looked down at her. “Khayla...” She could barely breath as Lance ran a finger across her full lips.

  Khayla felt his rigidness at her core and waited in anticipation as Lance made them one again. Her eyes locked on his as she felt him begin to slide deeper inside. “Lance...”

  Her body began to bead with sweat trying to meet the demands of the pace Lance set. His body commanded hers with each penetrating thrust and grunt, and Khayla willingly obeyed. Her mind was set solely on pleasing him and accepting his pleasure.

  Lance licked the salty wetness from Khayla's supple brown skin as she received every inch of him deep inside. Her full, firm breasts had the taste of the sweetest candy and the scent of her love gave him a craving to devour her all over.

  Khayla couldn't recall any
pleasure to this degree and she didn't want it to end, but her body could only maintain a groove this intense for so long. Lance pushed her to levels that she didn't know she could attain. She felt his tongue on her breast then deep inside her mouth.

  Lance increased the tempo even higher and heard her groan his name. “So damn good...” he whispered against her lips.

  Khayla held on for the incredible ride as his muscles flexed beneath her fingertips. Screaming his name, she came apart, and it echoed throughout the room.

  Lance felt the release of her body inside, and let himself enjoy the pleasure of her loving her for a little while longer before filling her with his liquid warmth. He growled as he emptied himself before resting atop of her.

  For a long quiet time, Khayla rubbed his sweat slickened back muscles before Lance moved off her and to her side, watching her closely. “We're committed to this, right Ma?” he asked touching her face.

  She nodded slowly in agreement. “I let you do something I promised to my King.”

  Lance lifted her face. “And I promise this King, will never make you regret it.”

  Later, Lance and Khayla showered and he insisted on taking her out to dinner since his other plans had been changed. Khayla had argued that they could eat in, but Lance wasn't having it so they dressed and headed out.

  In his Lincoln MKX SUV, Lance put on Anita Baker's Sweet Love and Khayla smiled over at him. They began driving and Lance's phone rang indicating that it was the gas station. He frowned and hit the button on the dash.

  “This is Lance.”

  “Uh, Lance...it's Mike.”

  “What's up Mike?”

  There was a pause. “There's something going on over here. You need to come.”

  He frowned some more and Khayla looked concerned. “What's going on Mike?”

  “Just come okay.” The line disconnected.

  “What the fuck?” Lance said redialing the number. When there was no answer, he turned to Khayla.

  He shook his head. “I need to see what's up.”

  Khayla nodded. “Of course. What do think is going on?”

  “The hell if I know.”

  Lance made a U-turn and headed in the direction of the gas station. When they reached the building, Lance took his weapon from under the seat. “Stay in the car Khayla until I come back.”

  Khayla watched him with the weapon. “You think it's dangerous.”

  “I don't take chances, Ma.” He looked at her. “Stay in the car.”

  Lance kissed her quickly before exiting the vehicle, and Khayla watched nervously as he walked inside.

  Inside the gas station, Lance saw Jamal behind the counter. “Where's Karen?” he asked since it was her shift this late at night.

  “She called and asked me to cover for her.”

  Lance looked around. “Where's Mike?”

  “I haven't seen his bad ass,” Jamal answered.

  “He called me from here asking me to stop by,” Lance said moving closer to the counter where the phone was located. “So he was just here.”

  Before Lance could ask another question, Mike began to approach from the back office.

  “I thought you said you hadn't seen him?” Lance asked Jamal.

  Lance pulled his weapon from behind his back and pointed it at Mike who froze and threw his hands up. “Lance! Wait!”

  Lance kept his gun trained on the boy. “Why did you call me?”

  “I wanted you to see something,” Mike told him in fear.

  “See what got dammit!” Lance snapped and the boy stood in place.

  Jamal pulled the gun from behind the counter and pointed it at Mike. “I told you to watch his ass Lance.”

  “I didn't do nothing!” Mike yelled.

  “Move over near the counter,” Lance instructed him and the boy slowly followed directions.

  Lance watched him closely. “One more time, Mike. Why did you call me? What the hell is going on?”

  “You'll see!” Mike screamed.

  Jamal raised his gun to Mike's head. “Shut up you little bad ass punk.”

  Lance didn't know what the hell was going on so he pulled out his phone to call Corvus. He dialed the number as he heard the alarm indicating the door opening. Thinking it might be Khayla he turned and watched a gunman enter. Dropping the phone, he pulled his gun again.

  *********

  Khayla sat inside the car waiting for Lance. From her vantage point she couldn't see much inside the building. She reached down to change the song that was playing then heard the first shot. Two more followed as she lifted her head. Out the door ran two boys in opposite directions.

  Without thinking, Khayla jumped out of the car and ran inside the station. What she saw caused an ear piercing scream to come from her lips. “Lance!!!” She saw the attendant run from behind the counter and stand over Lance's unconscious body on the floor.

  Khayla couldn't breathe...she couldn't move for a solid moment before she rushed to Lance's side.

  “What happened!” she screamed. “What happened to him?”

  She pulled his jacket back and saw that he was bleeding. Only her intense medical training kept her from passing out. “Call 9-1-1!” she yelled at Jamal and he quickly went for the phone.

  Khayla surveyed the bleeding area of his shirt. “Lance, baby stay with me.” Khayla looked and saw a window towel hanging on a nearby rack and grabbed it placing it over the wound and pressing firmly.

  “Lance, can you hear me?” She continued to press as the towel began to turn red in her hand. “Tell me you can hear me.” She fought back the tears. “Please, Lance...please stay with me baby.”

  Khayla thought this could not be happening. Not now...no, not now. “Lance, answer me. Answer me!” She touched his face with her other hand and she could feel his temperature dropping.

  She tasted her tears on her tongue. “Don't leave me Lance.”

  The paramedics rushed inside and took over quickly as Khayla reluctantly moved to the side. She heard more police sirens, and someone calling her name as Corvus came through the door.

  When he saw Lance lying on the floor in blood, he lost it completely. “What the FUCK!!! LANCE!” He went to rush over to him when officers grabbed.

  “Let me go got dammit!” he yelled and Khayla moved to his side.

  “You can't touch him Corvus. Let them take care of him,” she said taking his arm.

  Corvus looked down at her. “What the hell happened in here?”

  Her face fell. “I don't...know. I heard the shots and came in and...and...he was on the floor bleeding.”

  “Awww...hell nah!” Corvus looked around the station and started pointing. “Somebody better get me some got damn answers before I start tearing shit up!” he threatened.

  “Corvus!” Police Chief Mackenzie Green called his name.

  “Hell nah, Mac. No. No! This shit right here?” Corvus told her.

  Mac walked over to him. “Let me get the facts Corvus.”

  “The only damn fact I need, is who the hell did this!”

  The paramedics announced that they were taking Lance in and Khayla ran over to them. “I'm coming with him. I'm Dr. Khayla Lewis.”

  They nodded and she turned to Corvus. “I'll see you at the hospital.”

  He nodded grimly and watched her follow Lance on the stretcher. Mac turned to Corvus. “I can't have the Negus going on a rampage.”

  “You can't stop it Mac.” Corvus told her then walked away and picked up Lance's phone from the floor. Corvus had heard everything that had transpired when Lance had been trying to call him. He heard his best friend get shot and he heard several voices. It was some shit going on, and the Negus were about to provide some serious street justice.

  ********

  In the back of the ambulance, Khayla held Lance's hand tightly and gently stroked his head. She kept talking to him with the hopes to keep him with her and not let him slip into darkness.

  “I remember when you learned my full name.
Whenever we had arts and crafts, you'd write me these notes with two stick people drawn on them, and they'd say, Khayla Imani will you eat lunch with me...or Khayla Imani will you play with me on the playground. You were such a pest boy, but I couldn't resist you.” She touched his brow. “I still can't...”

  “I know how strong you are baby. Please be strong for me now. I love you so much, and I've been waiting for you my whole life,” she choked. “We're committed now and...you promised you wouldn't run.”

  They arrived at Detroit Receiving Hospital and Lance was taken immediately to the Trauma Unit. Khayla looked down at Lance's blood staining her palm and couldn't contain the tears. Quickly she rushed into the nearest ladies’ room and leaned over the sink trying to breathe.

  “He won't leave me. He won't.” She turned on the water and scrubbed her hands. Looking down at her hands she remembered how just hours ago they'd touched all over his warm body. Biting her lip to stop the tears, she rinsed her hands and dried them.

  Wiping her face, Khayla walked back out to the waiting area as Corvus walked through the door. He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. “I'm sorry Khayla.”

  “He has to come through this Corvus,” she whispered against his shirt. “He doesn't deserve this.”

  “We'll take care of it. You know that.” He patted her back. “The Negus are on their way.”

  She nodded and he led her over to a chair and they both sat. “What were you two doing at the gas station? I thought you had a date tonight?” Corvus asked.

  “We did. Someone named Mike called Lance and asked him to come to the station,” she explained.

  Corvus frowned. “For what?”

  “He didn't say. He just asked Lance to come then he hung up. Lance tried to call back but no one answered.”

  “I didn't see Mike when I got there. Where was he?” Corvus questioned.

  Khayla shrugged. “I saw two boys running out of the station after the shooting. They went in different directions.”

  “Two?”

  Khayla nodded. “Yes, then I ran inside and Lance was on the floor.”

  “Mac will want to question you when she gets here,” he told her. “Make sure you tell her all that.”