She enjoyed the slow strokes of his dick as she came back down from her natural euphoric high. She then pulled away from him. Kelly wanted to use her toys.
“Where you goin,” he asked, as she suddenly jumped out of his bed and went over to her bag.
Kelly pulled out the handcuffs and the blindfold. There was no need to put on the teddy at this point so she left it in the bag.
“What you gonna do with those?” Dante asked with a smile on this face.
“What you think I’m going to do with them, Officer Evans?” Kelly asked with a sly smirk on her face.
Kelly connected Dante’s wrists with her furry handcuffs that came equipped with a push-button release. They were much better than the handcuffs with the keys.
“How does it feel to be cuffed, Officer Evans?” Kelly asked him softly in his ear.
“Actually, it doesn’t feel so bad,” he said.
Dante had the fur protecting his skin from the steel in which real suspects and prisoners feel. Kelly placed the blindfold over his eyes, removed the handcuffs, slid the fur off of them, and placed the handcuffs back onto his wrists. She cranked them as tight as they could possibly go, squeezing the steel into his wrists.
“Now, how does that feel?” she asked him with sarcasm in her voice.
“It feels kind of tight and cold,” he reluctantly admitted.
“Now you know how we feel when y’all put them shits on us,” Kelly chillingly told him.
She shoved her tongue down his throat before he could answer her and gave him a deep kiss as a single tear ran down her face. This had been a wild ride, and even though she liked wild rides, it was time for her to get off of this one, but not without one last run, she thought to herself. She then slid her soft, high yellow body onto Dante’s dark skin and straddled him. She held his dick in her hands and spat on the head before she inserted it into her juice box. She rode Dante’s dick like a jockey rode a winning racehorse. She removed the blindfold and looked him in his eyes. Her pussy slid on and off of his dick as he began to lose himself in her love. She pumped on his dick like a nigga trying to get that last bit of gas out of the pump as she came to a climax and so did he.
Kelly removed the handcuffs from Dante’s wrists. He stretched out his arms for her and she laid in his arms. He snuggled with her and cuddled with her in his massive bed. Kelly was enjoying him. Even with all of the drama surrounding their union, she couldn’t think of any place she would rather be than in the comfort of his strong arms. She felt safe, like she used to feel on the block. She didn’t feel safe on the block anymore. Now that Spank and Buddah was locked up and Chop was dead, to her, shop was pretty much closed.
“I wrote something for you. I want you to read it,” Dante told her, as he reached over and went into the drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a piece of paper and handed it to her. They sat up together as she read the letter to herself.
Dear Kelly,
I have told you that I love you and that is certainly true. I just need to explain what love is to me. Love is a decision and I have decided to love you. Decision translates into energy and I have become more energetic in my daily life. When we make passionate love I’m overwhelmed by the love you express to me, not only with your body, but with your heartbeat. When I hold you in my arms I want you to feel secure. If there was an army brigade with guns drawn on you, I would take every bullet for you. I feel the love coming from your pores. When you sleep, I listen to every breath that you take. I have your back as I know you have mine, and therefore, I can lead from behind. I will support you in all that you do. I’ve never met a woman as courageous, smart, and sexy as you. Your mind fascinates me and your sensuality titillates me. All I ask is that you remain real with me.
Kelly took in the words that were written with love on the piece of paper she held in her hand. She had never heard anything so beautiful. Dante seemed to be the man of her dreams and she wished that’s what this all was, a dream. Just as Dante had made a decision to love Kelly, and she now had to make a decision; a very, very important decision.
She looked into his eyes. She was going to miss looking into his beautiful eyes.
“This is very sweet and very deep,” Kelly said, truthfully.
“I mean every word of it,” he told her.
“Dante, you say you love me, but you don’t know anything about me.”
“I know enough to know I want you by my side and I never want you to leave it.”
“I’m not who you think I am.”
“Well, if you’re not Kelly Morgan, the sexy, book-smart, street-smart, caring, loving, generous, wild-spirited lovely gem of a lady that I love, then no, I don’t know who you are.”
“Dante, please, you’re not making this easy for me at all.”
“What am I not making easy for you, Kelly?”
“I’m not gon’ be able to come out here anymore.”
“What? What are you saying to me, Kelly?” he asked her as he desperately held onto her face with his hands.
“I can’t see you anymore, I’m not who you think I am.”
Dante’s mind was racing. What was she talking about? He knew that by seeing someone like her that there would be some risk involved. They were from two different worlds and he was trying to squeeze her into his world. Dante thought that maybe he had gone about it all wrong.
“Kelly, no—see, you’re the air I breathe. Baby, I need you.”
Seeing Dante pour out his feelings made Kelly love him even more. He was showing her that he could be vulnerable behind that bulletproof vest he wore as a shield over his heart. But she knew the deal: She had to stop seeing him or Kevin was going to kill him.
“What about starting at the Police Academy? Huh, what about our plans, baby?”
“There is no way I can join you on the force, Dante.”
“Why can’t you join me, Kelly, what’s stopping you?”
“I‘m a fuckin’ criminal. That’s what’s stopping me, Dante. I am the people who you go out and arrest every day. I can’t arrest myself. I can’t arrest the people that I have known and grown up with all of my life.”
Kelly got out of his bed.
“You’re not a criminal, Kelly,” he adamantly told her, as he jumped out of his bed and went after her.
Dante had been a police officer for seven years and he had seen the most barbaric criminals there were to see. He had been in the presence of capital murderers and rapists, kidnappers, and notorious bank robbers. He knew Kelly deep down inside and she may have wanted to be a criminal, but she really didn’t have what it took to carry it off, in his honest opinion.
“Dante, like I told you, you know nothing about me. You should have just saved yourself the trouble and arrested me when you had the chance.”
“Kelly, I know more than you think I know.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll tell you some shit that you don’t know. I feel it’s damn near my duty to break each and every one of the laws you muthafuckas set.”
“Kelly!”
Dante yelled at her, but at the same time he couldn’t help but be turned on by her rebelliousness.
“Dante, what? I’m telling the truth.”
He knew who she was and he respected her for it. Kelly had lied to him in the beginning, but he knew the woman who was standing in front of him now was the real Kelly Morgan; the uncut version and he couldn’t get enough of her. Her plan was to come and turn him completely off so that he would stay away from her, but little did she know, she had done just the opposite.
“Yes, you’ve been in trouble before—several times before, to be exact—but you don’t have any felonies. I checked you out myself.”
“Oh, so now you’re fucking checking me out too, Dante. What? Did you plug me into your little criminal computer system and run my rap sheet?”
“Well, yeah, I did,” he truthfully admitted.
“So you never trusted me? You mutahfucka. You ain’t shit!”
“Kelly, come on, that’s
not fair. You know who I am.”
Kelly knew now that Laquisha was telling the truth, it was Dante who had Buddah arrested. Here he was asking that she remain real with him, yet he had not been one hundred percent real with her.
“So what do you know about me, Dante?”
“Come on, Kelly, please. Stop.”
“No, if you know so much about me, why do you still wanna see me? Why haven’t you arrested me by now?”
“You know why, because I fell in love with you,” Dante said as he looked into her eyes with a silent longing for her to understand exactly what it took for him to be with her.
“So you busted my partner, Buddah, instead. Dante, that’s how much you love me?” she asked him with disappointment in her words.
So she knew. He knew that she would find out, he just didn’t know how fast. Kelly was good. She had played him the whole time she had been there, yet she still showed love for him, she still made love to him. That told him that he still had a chance to win her heart.
“Kelly, we had been watching Buddah for a very long time, long before you came on the scene.”
Kelly looked closely at him. She knew either she had to be slippin’ or this nigga threw the dick on her so hard he had affected her eyesight. All of a sudden she could see clearly.
“It was you that day dressed like a dope fiend tryin’a score a hit, but then you had a uniform on when you stopped us, and that was only like a few hours later. What kind of shit is that?”
“I’m in a special program that they’re testing out at the precinct. It’s for officers who wanna consider going undercover narcotics, sort of like on-the-job training, if you will. It’s a great program, Kelly. It’s a program I think you would be perfect for.”
“Do you know what you’ve done to my reputation in the hood, Dante? Because of you they think I’m a snitch.”
“Who cares what they think, Kelly? You’re about to move away from there and come live with me, go to the academy, and become a police officer. We’re in love.”
“You put my life in jeopardy, Dante.”
“I would never let anyone harm a hair on your beautiful head. I love you, Kelly.”
Kelly wasn’t trying to hear any more about love. Love was the reason why she was standing in front of a man that even though he lied to her and deceived her, she loved in return, with not some, with not most, but with all of her heart. But she had to deny his love for the sake of her safety on the block and his own safety and to keep her brother happy and it was tearing her up inside.
She had to flip the script. She had to find a reason to leave him where he stood. Kelly knew something that would make him upset. She had decided to let Dante in on why she hated police officers.
“Since you know so much, did you know that it was one of y’all punk-ass police officers who were responsible for my brother being behind bars?” Kelly asked with tears in her eyes. Some of her tears represented the loss of Dante’s love and what they could have had and some of the tears were a reflection of the story in which she was about to tell.
Dante looked at her, but he didn’t utter a word.
“Yeah, some bitch-ass cop ran up on my brother and his friends, and of course he didn’t take the fuckin’ time to see what was really going down, he was a straight pussy about his, so instead of going up on the situation carefully he fucked it all up. Somebody started shooting at my brother, so my brother had no choice but to shoot back. Then some other cops come and grab my brother while all of his other friends got away. After they searched him they found some crack cocaine and of course they had him for the gun. But he wasn’t even doing anything when the cop came up on him. He was just standing there talking,” Kelly sorrowfully explained as she got dressed and gathered her things together to put back in her overnight bag. She wasn’t going to be staying after all.
“So in honor of my brother, who’s coming home in a few months, fuck da police!” Kelly chanted as she walked out of his bedroom.
“Kelly,” Dante called in desperation. He had just gone weeks without seeing her and could barely take it. He couldn’t fathom the thought of him never seeing her again. His heart was literally hurting him.
Kelly had dried her tears and was already on her cell phone calling for a cab.
“Kelly, please, baby, look, come on now, slow down. I cooked for you. Can we please just sit down and eat and talk about all of this?”
“I’m done talking, Dante, and even after all of that good dick you just gave me, amazingly, I don’t have an appetite. Maybe I should go back to smoking weed, huh?”
“No, no, you shouldn’t go back to bad habits, Kelly. Let me take you home.”
Kelly laughed. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked, while she simultaneously made arrangements with the cab service to come and get her.
Dante knew that was a stupid thing to say, but he wasn’t thinking straight. Kelly wasn’t allowing his mind to function correctly. She was stifling his brain with her sudden rejection. In all of the raids he had been in and all of the compromising positions he had been put in as a police officer; all of the guns he had pointed at him in his lifetime; none of that scared him. What was scaring the very life out of him was the thought of him not seeing Kelly anymore, the thought of him not touching her milky skin, the thought of him not kissing her soft, juicy lips; both sets. She was taking the air out of his lungs. He sat on his sofa just looking at her. He didn’t know what else to say. Dante was afraid of upsetting her any more than she already was.
Kelly had to get out of there. It didn’t matter what Dante did or said, she loved him and if she stayed around him any longer she would say fuck everything and stay with him, but she knew that there was no way she could do that. Not with Kevin holding Dante’s life in his crazy-ass hands.
Her cab arrived. He had to give it just one last try.
“Kelly, please, I’ll do whatever it is you want me to do. Please just don’t leave.”
“Dante, for real, baby, I think you’ve already done quite enough. I’m out.”
Chapter 10
Fresh on Arrival
Kelly was hyped as hell. The day had finally come. Her baby brother was coming home. After five years and two months, he was finally about to join her back out on the streets. The last few months had changed the temperature of their relationship from hot to cold, but Kelly intended to get their old thing back. Kelly couldn’t be happier for her brother. He was about to taste freedom again. She waited patiently, standing outside of the prison walls, leaning on her new silver Lexus. She still didn’t have a driver’s license. She bought her a car from one of the Dominicans in Brooklyn with some of the money she had made from the packages Buddah had left behind. They didn’t give a fuck: As long as you had the money, you had a car. It was used but it looked new.
She didn’t want to wait in the prisoner release receiving room. There were too many police up in there and she knew that she was reeking of purple cush. After she left Dante, Kelly succumbed to smoking weed again. It was mostly because she missed him and his dick so very much. She was sort of in mourning.
The jail had sent a list of acceptable items that could be sent for Kevin’s release. So Kelly sent him a package with his discharge gear ahead of time so that it wouldn’t take all day for them to let her brother breathe. In the midst of her waiting, Dante ran across her mind. I wonder what that nigga is up to? I hope he’s okay, she thought. She hadn’t heard from him in a while and she was concerned about him. With him being a police officer and the known danger that he faced every day, she couldn’t help but to be concerned. She did still love the man. Shit, now that she thought about it, Dante was right. Their lives were paralleled. She faced the same dangers as he did on a daily basis. She missed him. She had told him that she never wanted to see him or talk to him ever again, but it was all because of her loyalty to Kevin. She really didn’t mean it.
“Wha’s good, sis?”
“Kevin—oh my God!”
Kelly’s brig
ht face lit up even brighter as she smiled in sheer jubilation. She grabbed her baby brother and hugged him tightly. Tears of joy came rolling down her cheeks.
“Aw, come on, man, don’t cry. Yo, let me look at you,” he told her as he held her arms and just glared and stared at his sister. “Girl, you gon’ make me kill all these niggas wit’ you out here lookin’ like that.”
Kelly laughed. She was glad to have her brother’s seal of approval.
“You ain’t lookin’ so bad ya’self, kid,” Kelly said.
She had sent him a pair of Rocawear jeans, a brown-and-white striped button-down Sean John shirt, and a pair of chocolate-brown suede Tims. His reddish-brown dreads flooded his head and were getting in his face so he tied them up in a huge knot.
“Here,” Kelly said. She reached in the backseat of the Lex and pulled out a butter soft chocolate-brown Rocawear leather stadium jacket and two platinum and diamond chains, one with the pendant of the cross and the other a medallion of the Last Supper.
“Yeah, yeah, now we talkin’. You know a nigga gotta protect his rep.”
“You know I know,” Kelly told him, still smiling.
Kevin slipped on the leather jacket. It felt real good, but not as good as some pussy was going to feel to him, though. That was going to be his first stop when he hit the block. He had a couple of honeys waiting on his arrival.
“Yo, let’s get the fuck out of here. We’ve been standin’ around this muthafucka way too long,” Kevin said, as he walked around the car to the passenger side of the Lexus and got in.
Kelly got in and put the key in the ignition. She glanced once more at her brother. It was really good to have him home.
“This you?” Kevin asked, referring to the Lex.
“Yeah, just for right now. You know after all that shit, I had to give Buddah his joint back.”
“Man, fuck that nigga, you don’t need to be driving that crab-ass nigga’s shit anyway. That nigga straight played hisself the way he handled that shit between y’all, but all these muthafuckas is about to catch the fucking vapors.”
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