Word of Honor, Book 2

by Tiana Laveen

  He seemed settled, became one with her calm… Yet, his amped up aggression simmered right before the surface when he administered the smoothest of kisses…

  A simple, perfect peck…

  And then another…

  He claimed her lips again, filling her with renewed warmth and erupting desire as he drew her inside his own soul, leaving her with nothing but a memory of the sybaritic moments just past. With a firm hand, he laid her down on the blanket. She sighed when he lay on top of her, the hardness of his body turning her on and his bulk blocking the approaching sunset. The irises of his eyes danced with heat and a warm smile creased his face.

  Aaron slid his muscular arm frantically between their bodies, his fingers nimble and his pelvic movements urgent. The sounds of a belt snapping and sliding from a loop and the metal teeth of a zipper snatched down soon followed while the onlooking birds persistently sang and declared the hedonistic yet picturesque scene a sight to behold.

  Her hands around his neck, she dug her fingernails into his flesh as she lost control. Perhaps the heat had gone to her head, but she truly doubted it. She craved him as much, if not more, than he did.

  His eyes hot and intense, locked on hers, he pulled her dress up around her hips.

  “Ahhh…” she moaned when he roughly took hold of her panties and shoved them down to her ankles. He snatched the damn things off and tossed them to the side before knocking her legs farther apart. A second in time seemed entirely too long for she was taken off guard.

  “Ohhhh!” He pushed inside of her without preliminaries, entering her like a comet soaring through the galaxy. Kissing her hard, he matched her passion for passion. The emotions of restraint and desire showed on his face as his thrusts increased in speed and intensity. They reached out to each other, hungry, growing closer. But, closer was simply not close enough…

  “Uhhhh!” He grunted as he drove into her, their bodies melding into one another. The blanket beneath them ruffled around their wiggling frames. “Wanted to touch you!” he blurted. “Waited so long to be with you, baby! Dreamed about you every damn day and night!”

  She stared up at the sky and observed large black birds flying high above them now. They refused to remain perched, singing their songs. No… it was time to dance. The sun began to slowly set, leaving a hazy, lavender sky in its wake.

  “I love you, I love you, I love you so much, Aaron!”

  “You better! I’d die for you! I’d kill a million motherfuckers for you! Uhhh!”

  He pushed harder and harder inside of her, as if trying to touch the farthest reaches of her nature. His expansive girth pushed her wide open, his impact paramount. Soon, she teetered on the edge of an orgasm, overdosed on his masculine, heavenly scent, and held back emotions so huge, they made the deepest valleys appear shallow…

  “You’re a beautiful man…” she cooed, her face covered in sweat and love.

  “You made me… turned me into a changed man. That makes you my God.” He gripped her head with both hands, but never broke the pace. Trickles of sweat cascaded down his face like water from a stream and the thin, gold chain around his neck dipped against her collarbones, providing a slightly cool sensation at each impact.

  “Mmmm, I’m….Ahhhh!” Her body finally gave way. The orgasm snatched her out of the land of serenity and placed her in a world of nothing but nerve endings on sheer overdrive. She couldn’t stop as her feet tingled and the spasms continued… Slowing down, she felt him watching the show, relishing her climax, but only for a moment before resuming his pace. Finally, he lovingly brushed her hair away from her face, landed the perfect kiss against her lips, and then soon joined her.

  “Uhhhhh!” A sweet warmth filled her as she observed the sun finally completely disappear through pleasantly tired eyes. “Uhhhh….” His moans slowed while the rounded muscles in his body tightened, and twitched. He wrapped his hands tighter around her waist, still softly pumping his pelvis, forcing his cock in and out of her well after he’d arrived.

  “I don’t want to waste one drop…” he said, sounding drained. He winked at her as he continued to make love to her… slow and steady, slick and wet…

  “Mmmmm.” She burrowed her chin into the crevice of his neck as another, softer orgasm washed over her, the contractions light and beautiful. Like a gentle draft, he traced her shoulder as she came undone, then finally settled beneath him. “Oh boy…”

  She smiled and shook her head, unable to control just how many teeth she had on display. After a few moments, he got to his feet, took her by the hand and helped her do the same. She stood by while he tucked his gorgeous dick back inside his pants and redressed.

  “You just gonna keep lookin’ at me or do you want to put your panties back on? If you wanna go commando, that’s okay with me too, but the wind is kickin’ up…” he teased, causing her to blush as she looked around for her underwear. “Here it is.” He grabbed her from behind, snuck his hand around her waist, and fell to his knees. “Just stand right there.”

  She placed her hand on his shoulder to maintain her balance as he took one leg, slid the panties up, and then followed suit with the second until he’d reached her upper thighs. Mia took over then, finishing the task as he stood back up.

  “It sure is a pretty evening.”

  He nodded in agreement as he took her hand.

  “Still enough light out to see. Feels good out here. Smells nice, too.”

  “Yeah, it does. It’s the irises…” He pointed to what seemed like an oasis of deep orange and yellow flowers.” Hand in hand, they ventured over to them. Once again, like a prince in a story from long, long ago, he bent down to pluck a bright orange iris from the group. “Mia, I love you.”

  Her heart fluttered as she distinctly heard the delicate quake in his voice. He handed her the flower, then clasped his hands together, his expression somber.

  “I’m not going to be somethin’ I’m not. I understand who I am now, and I ain’t ashamed; I won’t make any excuses. I’m embarrassed about my past, but I ain’t the least bit embarrassed about my future with you. Some people are goin’ to say some things, and I’m going to handle it the way I see fit, always with your best interest, safety, and my love for you in mind. What I got with you, I won’t let anyone steal from me. They’ll have to kill me to cause me to give you up.”

  She clutched the flower tighter in her hand, mirroring his stance, posture, and serious expression.

  “As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here. I pride myself in bein’ strong, self sufficient, and living by rules, but I had to learn the hard way that there ain’t no rules when it comes to fallin’ in love and finding your soulmate. God picked you out for me when I was out there,” he said, pointing in the distance, at nothing in particular, “spewing my hate and believin’ every single word. He knew what He had in store for me, but I never saw it comin’. Some would say it would serve me right, but I think it feels good to be served. You’re breakfast in bed. You’re my sunshine when things look bleak. I’m glad you’re a teacher, ’cause I’m in need of teachin’ and patience, and more lessons. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to teach you, too. ’Cause we can learn a lot from one another; we already have.”

  She nodded in agreement around a sniff, and dabbed at her now moist eyes.

  “Anything you need, I got it.” He drew closer to her, wrapped his arm around her, and brushed her lips with his. She felt as if she were melting against his damn form, disappearing right then and there. “You think I’ve done you wrong, said something crazy, call me on it. I ain’t gonna ever be politically correct, baby, but I will always be mindful of how I speak to you. I’m a work in progress. Don’t be too hard on me. I didn’t get this way overnight; gonna need more than a week or two to undo my screwed up thinkin’. I’m gonna mess up sometimes. And I’m gonna be quick to clean it up and correct it, too. Be my teacher… love me through my problems. I promise I’ll be worth the aggravation. Your hard work, love, and forgiveness paid off. I will
be everything you need in a husband, and hopefully more.”

  She squeezed him so tight then, she feared she may break his bones as she grew concerned about her own strength. He chuckled at her gesture as he kissed the side her of her face and caressed her hair.

  “Let’s go back to your house and start talking about this weddin’ we gotta plan.” He kissed her on the forehead and spun her around so they could make their way back to the picnic they’d abandoned. The breeze picked up, getting a bit stronger, and blowing the scent of his cologne once again in her direction. He now smelled a bit different as the mixture of her perfume and scent had mixed with his during their lovemaking.

  Aaron smelled new…

  He smelled like a lesson…

  He smelled like he’d been prayed for, adored, and forgiven.

  And what a beautiful aroma it truly was…

  Chapter Twelve

  “BECAUSE I FUCKIN’ said so!” Aaron slammed the refrigerator door, causing a magnetic chip clip to fall to the ground. He gripped his cell phone a bit tighter, growing angrier by the minute. Galimatias’ ‘Ocean Floor Kisses’ played softly in the background. Mia had gotten him hip to it, widened his horizons. He found he loved a lot of the music she did, and it suited him fine.

  “Who do you think you’re talkin’ to, Mr. Big Shot? You think ’cause you beat your case you have the whole world in your hands, don’t you? You’ve always had a God complex. Why am I not surprised?” She laughed into the phone.

  “It’s not a God complex, Sarah. It’s knowin’ what the hell I’m doin’ and what I need to do. You’ve always lacked direction. I tell you ‘No’, and you throw a temper tantrum, act out like a goddamn child.”

  “You’re a traitor and a goddamn sellout! You left the brotherhood.”

  “People change and grow. You’ve proven that doesn’t apply to everyone…” He snatched his beer off the counter and gave it a few desperate chugs as her nerve got the better of him. Sarah had a special way of getting under his skin and festering there. He likened the itch to a condition of flesh-eating bacteria.

  “I thought you were somethin’ big, somebody special, you know that? Everyone did. Hell, even after what you’ve done, you still have some people thinkin’ you’ll come back. You’re hopeless. I still loved you for the longest… I had respect for you, too, but I should have known you were too weak to go the distance.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” He took another swig from the bottle.

  “You’ve got nigger friends I hear now. What do you all do? Sit around eatin’ chicken and dancin’ to rap music with your pants hangin’ half down your asses?”

  “I want you to stop using that language around our child.”

  “She isn’t here right now and even if she were, so what?! That’s what they are! Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger!”

  “Stop it. I’m serious, goddamn it! Even when I was still involved, I was careful about what I said around her, didn’t want her goin’ to school repeating everything. You’re so damn impulsive and reckless! When are you going to grow up?”

  “When are you goin’ to stop goin’ in and out of prison, jailbird?”

  “I’m done with that, and stay on topic. Don’t teach her that shit anymore. No more crap about Nazis, the movement, none of it. Let her make up her own mind, Sarah. Give her a chance! You should know better.”

  “I should know better?” She laughed harshly. “I’m not your child, Aaron. Watch who you try to chastise. You used to be a bad ass. People listened to you and did what you asked.”

  “…And they still do.”

  “Not because they want to! Only because they know you’re crazy. You’re just fuckin’ pathetic and you don’t take care of your daughter.”

  “You’re so full of shit! I would have her way more than you did over the years, and I was payin’ you money! I told you to keep the legal system out of our business, that I’d take care of it, and I did. But no, you got greedy and put child support on me. They had me payin’ less than I was giving you.” He cracked up. “Served your ass right, but what did I do? I turned around and doubled what they said, and now here you are again with your damn hand out.”

  “You should be payin’ your child support!”

  “I do! I’ve never missed a month. Not one!” He held up his finger, wishing he could wring her damn neck. He hated how worked up the woman got him, made him feel that hatred, that shit he’d grown addicted to and had used for rocket fuel in his not so distant past. “You even got money while I was in prison. I made sure of it. I want you to tell me what other men do you know that can keep their business going while being incarcerated, be in deep shit for a so-called hate crime, and still take care of their kid? You are so goddamn ungrateful. That money is for Laura, not for you to spend up on bullshit and booze and that piece of shit husband of yours. Get off your ass and get a job! You’re never home anyhow!”

  “That piece of shit as you call him is taking care of your daughter, you deadbeat! Show some respect you fuckin’ lunatic.”

  “Look, I don’t have time for this. Just tell Laura to call me when she gets in.”

  “You need to do right by your daughter. I know you’ve got more money, Aaron.” Her voice grew icy as layers of greed infected her to new heights right before his eyes. “Everyone knows it,” she continued. “You’re rich and only givin’ me a little bit. I had your daughter, for God’s sake! She’s your only child. You’ve left me no choice. I’m takin’ you to court.”

  “Takin’ me to court? On the grounds of what? I give you cash and checks for Laura’s care on top of the damn child support and not only that, I pay for her tuition and all kinds of other stuff she needs, too. I even pay your damn mortgage every month. You’re unbelievable. Yeah, Sarah, take me to court. So damn greedy! Let’s see what happens this time around!”

  “Who has the criminal record? Not me. So I suggest you increase the child support by thirty-five percent like I asked or I will see you in front of the magistrate.”

  “You really are a piece of work, you know that? Never mind about that. Look, there is something serious I need to discuss with you.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, grappling with his temper, talking himself out of exploding on the woman. “Laura tells me you’re out partying all the time, still, Sarah. She said you’re never home. I got that news directly from her. I have no idea why since you don’t have a job. What are you doing with your time?”

  “None of your goddamn business! There you go trying to control me again.”

  “Control you? I have the right to know where the hell you are when my daughter is involved! Not to mention you leave her with just anybody. Don’t you ever leave my child with a bitch you just met again, do you hear me?! I heard all about it. That woman was a damn heroin addict! You are unfit, and don’t even care.”

  “Unfit? Isn’t this somethin’ coming from a jerk that just got out of federal prison! Go protect some actress or porn star by jumpin’ in front of a bullet or something.”

  “Who else would buy all that bullshit Boone’s farm liquor you keep stashed in the fridge and I know about you getting drunk all the time, too. I have people that watch you…”

  “Keep your employees and spies away from my damn house! I am going to report you for harassment, Aaron. I promise you that!”

  “Report me, Sarah. I don’t care. Take me to court, whatever. All of these threats… You’ve been gettin’ toasted, comin’ home drunk. I don’t want that around my daughter. I told you to cut that shit out, and I mean it.”

  “Let me explain something to you, Aaron. You aren’t running anything. If you keep on with this, I will make sure your visitation is cut off, completely. It wouldn’t take much, not with your affiliations and all.”

  “Past affiliations, Sarah, and don’t forget, you are still involved with them. I can bring that up in court, too. You’re not the only one who can sling mud around.”

  “Oh yeah, that’s right… slinging mud, shit
brown… like the colored, nappy headed baboon bitch you’ve taken up with. I keep forgetting my first love and the father of my child is a nigger lover now.”

  Aaron felt a chill go down his spine…

  “Oh yeah.” He could sense her twisted smile bending and shaping, growing in some obscene way over the phone. “A few of us know about it. Your new girlfriend is a fucking NIIIIIGGGGGER!”

  “Shut up.”

  “Make me, you nigger fucker! How absolutely disgusting! The only reason why I haven’t told anyone about this shit is because I don’t want you gettin’ killed. Our daughter loves you too much. She’d go apeshit.” She burst out laughing. “That’s funny how I mentioned apeshit right then, but yeah, if something happened to you, she’d be really upset.”

  “That’s not why.” He chuckled. “It’s because you need the gravy train to keep on chuggin’ and you know if I’m dead you don’t get shit. I’ve got my affairs set up that if something happens to me, Laura is one of the beneficiaries. If something happens to her, you still get nothing and you hate it. You’re such a materialistic, small-minded idiot, you know that? I can’t believe you called me with this bullshit.”

  “You’ve always been arrogant, thought you were better than everyone else. I see nothing has changed.” She sighed lazily as if bored. “I’m done with you, you hear me? You will never get me in bed again.”

  “Get you in bed? Are you serious?” He burst out laughing. “You’re a damn riot. I don’t want your drunken, whorish ass, Sarah. You ain’t got shit to worry about, I would never ask you for anything, especially not that!”

  “You’ve repeatedly tried to paint me to be a bad mom and now you’ve gone and stuck your cock in that black animal. How can you even look at yourself in the mirror?”