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by Stacy-Deanne


  “I do the same thing. Unlike the rest of the world, I’m not obsessed with cell phones. I’m not a phone person.”

  “Me either.” The gold specks in her eyes brightened. “I’d rather send off an email than to worry about a phone.”

  “You mean we have something in common?” He faked a gasp. “Who would’ve known?”

  “Funny.” She grinned, rocking forward. “Will you tell them I came by? I’ll see you.”

  “You don’t have to go.”

  “I needed to talk to my sister.” She straightened the wrap around her shoulders.

  “You can talk to me.” He held up his hand. “I promise whatever you say is off the record and won’t leave this porch.”

  She fidgeted.

  “Remember, we bonded earlier.”

  She held her waist. “How do you figure that?”

  “I told you about my sister’s death. I don’t just sprout that off to anyone I meet.”

  She walked up the porch and sat beside him. “I just came from the hospital.” She looked at her watch. “I’m going back for a little while then heading home.”

  “I bet you wish you could spend every moment with Presley.”

  She closed her eyes and held her breath. “Every, waking moment. When she first got hurt, I slept at the hospital but it wasn’t good for me because I couldn’t eat or anything and people told me I wouldn’t be any good to her if I wasn’t taking care of myself. Plus, I have to work.” She wiggled her foot. “I can’t just take off. If I don’t work, we have no money.”

  “Do you work different hours?”

  “I work any time they schedule me.” She pulled the shawl over her shoulders. “I’m blessed to have a job in this town.”

  “Do you like it here?”

  She shrugged. “I had dreams of leaving but they didn’t work out. I wanted to go to college, but my parents couldn’t afford to send me after Sonjay and I wasn’t smart enough to get a scholarship and I never played sports so—”

  “I’m sure you’re smart enough.”

  “Either way it didn’t happen.”

  “What about community college? That’s something.”

  “I tried it for a little while, but I wanted to be a psychologist. No way I could get a decent psychology degree from a community college around here.”

  “Are you bitter that Sonjay could go to college and you couldn’t?”

  “I won’t lie and say working in a grocery store at thirty-three is not what I planned. But that’s life.”

  “Things don’t have to stay this way if you’re not happy.”

  “You aren’t from a small town and you had opportunities I didn’t have.”

  “You assume I had money just lying around?” He blinked. “I was raised by a single mother. My dad’s been in prison for attempted murder and assault since I was born.”

  “Attempted murder?” She stared at him.

  “I met him once in prison when I was eleven and haven’t seen him since. If he walked up here now, I wouldn’t recognize him. Guess what my mom did to pay the bills, Channing. Worked at a grocery store and barely made enough to feed my sister and I. After my sister died it got worse because Mom got diagnosed with depression. She went into an institution, and I ended up in the system for a few years. Mom got me back when I was sixteen, and I worked to support the both of us and to put myself through college. I would get up and go to school then work part-time after school and eight hours on weekends. I’ve been working since I was fifteen. Along with the money I saved, I got financial aid, and that’s how I went to college.”

  “I didn’t know.”

  “That’s right you didn’t because you’re judging me on my skin color or where I come from and you’re too smart of a woman to do that. I’ve struggled like you. I think your parents not paying for your school is a copout you take advantage of.”

  He expected her to lash out and tell him to go to hell but she touched his hand instead.

  “What will I do if Presley doesn’t make it?”

  “You can’t lose hope.” He put his arm around her. “She’ll be okay if she’s as strong as her mother.”

  “It’s torture seeing her like this.” She got a tissue from her purse and dabbed her eyes. “Nothing feels worse than seeing your child struggling and not being able to help her. I’d trade places in a minute.”

  “What happened to Presley’s father?”

  “He left me when I got pregnant.” She looked at the tissue. “He doesn’t live in Mississippi anymore.”

  “You know where he is?”

  “Yep, and I’m not chasing a man who doesn’t want to be in his daughter’s life.” She crossed her legs and rocked her foot. “To think I wanted to marry that idiot.”

  He picked lint off his pants. “Trust me, marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

  They laughed, locking eyes.

  She twitched as if she felt the spark between them too. “I’d better go.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  She stood, fixing her dress in the back. “I need to get back to the hospital.” She walked off the steps.

  “Can I see your daughter?”

  She stopped and turned sideways. “I guess so.”

  “Great.” He rubbed his hands together. “Does she like flowers? I’ll bring her some books too. I read that it’s good to read and talk to people in comas. Our voices comfort them.”

  “I read to her too. You can come tomorrow morning.” She struggled to break eye contact. “I’ll be there around seven or seven-thirty before work.”

  He smiled. “See you then.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Dex’s housekeeper Melba showed Sonjay to the patio, smiled and left.

  Sonjay peeked through the glass, sliding door.

  Dex lay on the sofa, sipping red liquid from a wineglass, his six-pack showing from underneath his unbuttoned shirt.

  Sonjay walked to the stainless steel barbecue pit, remembering those incredible ribs he’d made for her on her birthday. “You barbecued lately?”

  “No.” He set his lips on the rim of his glass. “Haven’t been in the mood.”

  She caught the coldness in his eyes and sat in the French-line deckchair. “Is that Cabernet Sauvignon you’re drinking? My favorite.”

  He sipped, glowering.

  “Uh, I spoke to a parent about a student, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time.”

  He sucked wine from his lips.

  “I can’t ever stop thinking about you.” She straightened her shoulders, exhaling. “I parked across the street from your house, just staring at it. I wanted so much to drive away but couldn’t.”

  “It’s this speech again?” He set the glass on the iron table. “I’ll recap to save you time. You’re drawn to me and can’t fight it no matter how hard you try. Isn’t that what you always say?” He sat up, the shirt revealing more of his fantastic chest. “You can’t keep playing with my emotions, Sonny.

  “I shouldn’t have come.”

  “You did.” He stood. “You came because you want what I want every fuckin’ moment of the day.” His eyes narrowed. “You want me inside you.”

  “No.”

  He held up his index finger. “I’m one person you can’t lie to, Sonjay.”

  She backed up to the door, her back resting upon it. “Don’t come near me, Dex.”

  He eased to her. “You want me to come near you.”

  “Don’t do this.” She shook her head. “Please, don’t touch me.”

  “Why not?” He pressed his stiff cock against her. “Why can’t I touch you?”

  “Because when you touch me, it won’t stop.” She looked into his sensuous eyes. “We won’t be able to stop.”

  “Let’s test it and see.”

  “Dex, no.” She pushed on his chest but he was going nowhere.

  “Let me touch you,” his whisper turned into a demand. “Let me fuck you.”

  “No.” She squirmed.
“Let me go.”

  He gripped her wrists. “Say it again and I’ll let you go.”

  How could she say it when all she wanted was him inside her? Sex with Dex was the most explosive thing she’d ever experienced. She melted into dust and lost self-control whenever he looked at her.

  “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “Tell me to leave you alone again and I will.”

  “Don’t leave me alone.” She kissed him, clamping his lip in between hers.

  “What do you want?” He moved his hand up her skirt. “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes. Fuck me like I’m your woman.” She gave him a loud, sloppy kiss that left them both panting. “Put your stamp on me.”

  “Right here?” He sucked her cheek.

  “Yes.” She closed her eyes, lifting her leg just enough for him to hold it.

  “Come here.” He moved her from the glass and pushed her against the bricks. He tossed the water hose off the hook above them and took off his belt.

  “What are you gonna do?” Her labia pulsated. “Whip me?”

  His mouth curled in one corner. “Do you want me to whip you?” He raised her arms by her wrists.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m doing what you told me to do.” He bound her arms with his belt and hooked the buckle on the hose hook. “How’s that feel?”

  Her arm got a cramp. “Weird.”

  “But exciting, huh?” His soft tongue caressed the sensitive spots of her mouth. “I can’t get enough of your mouth.”

  “I want you to eat my pussy.” She panted. “Please.”

  “Not yet.” He ripped off her lace panties.

  “Oh.” She bounced against the bricks from the force. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted a man to do that.” She rubbed her knee against his rock-hard dick. “Jesus, you’re hard.”

  “I was hard before you got here because I was thinking about you.” He kissed her. “I’d jerked it if you hadn’t come. It’s so humid tonight. You smell me sweating?”

  “Uh-huh.” She writhed. “It’s got me so hot, Dex.”

  “You’re about to get hotter.” His lips made love to her mouth while he stroked her breasts through her blouse.

  “Hmm, rip it. Rip my blouse.”

  He ripped it open in one swipe. Buttons flew on the pavement.

  “Yes.” Her pussy swelled. “Fuck me.”

  “Say you’re sorry first.” He clutched her dangling arms.

  “What?”

  “For telling me it was over again. When you didn’t mean it.”

  “I won’t apologize.”

  He gave her a rougher kiss. “Say my name.”

  “Dex.”

  He slipped her breasts from the lace bra. “Whose titties are these, huh?”

  “Yours.”

  While kissing her nipple, he slipped his long finger into the slit of her pussy and massaged her clit.

  “Ah.” She rocked against him, stifling the scream. “Mm.”

  “You can scream.” He tickled her nipple with his tongue.

  She huffed and puffed. “Melba might hear us.”

  “Who the fuck cares?”

  She grabbed his shirt. “I’m so wet.”

  “I can tell.” He knelt in front of her and shoved his head between her thighs. “Mm.” He teased her clit with the tip of his sticky tongue then licked from right to left.

  “Don’t stop.” Every time she moved, the hook and belt reminded her of her limitations. “Yes, Dex. Right there. Oh!”

  “Not yet.” He stood and unhooked her.

  “Don’t unhook me. I like it.”

  “Sh.” He turned her around and hooked her again.

  “Oh, yes. Fuck me from behind.”

  “Uh-huh.” He flattened his hand against her head, pushing her face into the bricks.

  “Oh, yes, Dex. Fuck me.” She closed her eyes, body tensing. “Fuck me good. I’ve been a bad girl. Teach me not to be bad anymore.”

  “I love you so much, Sonjay.” He unzipped himself, bumping against her trembling buttocks. “I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”

  “Fuck me.” Her cheeks widened as the curve of his dick slid inside her, pressure increasing the deeper he got.

  “Ooh.” She jerked, his thick meat stretching her hole. “God, you’re deep. Don’t stop, Dex. Please.”

  He pumped, his fingers fucking up her hair. “Who’s pussy is this? Huh?”

  Sweat caressed her face. “Yours.”

  His fingers dug into her waist. “Louder.” He pushed harder, the sound of their slapping skin echoed in the muggy air. “Louder!”

  “It’s yours!” Her tits bounced against the bricks. “It’s all yours.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Channing awoke during the night at the sound of her bedroom window breaking.

  A large rock lay on the floor surrounded by shards of glass.

  She ran to the window, careful not to cut her feet.

  “Woo hoo!” A red pickup sped away. “Stop making trouble, nigger!”

  Channing hopped over the glass and grabbed her phone.

  “Thompsonville Sherriff’s Office,” Deputy Kagen said.

  “Waylon, it’s Channing Mills.” She took deep breaths, struggling to calm herself. “I need you to send someone to my place. Someone just threw a rock into my bedroom window.”

  “What? Are you all right?”

  “Yeah, but I’m scared.” Her heart pounded. “What if they come back?”

  “Okay, stay calm. Did you see who did it?”

  “I saw the truck. Looked like Zayden Voight’s red pickup.”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised. He is Nate’s friend and he’s vowed revenge on you.”

  “How soon can you have someone here?”

  “I can be there in ten minutes.”

  “Please hurry.”

  “Stay put and call me if something happens before I get there.”

  “I will.” She hung up.

  No way she’d wait for Kagen alone. After not getting Sonjay or Klein on their cells, she called their house and Anderson answered.

  “Anderson.” She sat against the headboard. “It’s Channing.”

  “Are you okay? You sound out of breath.”

  She gulped, touching her chest. “Is my sister or Klein home?”

  “No they’re still out.”

  “Damn it.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Zayden Voight and his pals threw a rock through my bedroom window. He’s this racist thug, a friend of Nate Lancaster. I think Nate’s friends are trying to intimidate me.”

  “Oh my god. Did you get hurt?”

  “No and Deputy Kagen’s on his way.” She touched her sweaty forehead. “I didn’t wanna be alone so was hoping to catch up with Sonjay or Klein.”

  “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  “No, that’s okay.”

  “Who knows if those guys come back before the deputy gets there. What’s your address?”

  “You’re not from here. You might get lost.”

  “I’ll use the navigator. Give me the address.”

  She took a deep breath and cited it for him.

  ****

  “Uh-huh.” Kagen stood in Channing’s bedroom, speaking to Zayden’s father on the phone. “You haven’t seen your son since he left earlier?”

  Channing sat on the edge of her bed, bouncing her legs.

  “Okay, thanks, Avon.” Kagen ended the call. “Well, his daddy says he ain’t been home since this morning. I’ll pay him a visit tomorrow.”

  “That’s it?” Anderson asked.

  “I’ll ride around and look for them but no telling where they are.” Kagen scratched his head. “He lives with his father so he’ll show back up.”

  “Thank you, Waylon.” Channing stood and shook his hand. “Let me know when you track Zayden down.”

  “I will.” He cut his gaze to Anderson. “It was nice meeting you.”

  Anderson scoffed, ro
lling his eyes.

  “I’ll see you out.” Channing left with Kagen then returned seconds later. “You’re more upset about this than I am.”

  “You’re lucky they only threw a rock. What if they’d been shooting?”

  She sat beside him, tucking her hands between her thighs. “Thanks for putting the cardboard on my window. I’ll get someone to fix it in the morning before I visit Presley.” She rubbed her eye. “That’s extra money I can’t afford to waste.”

  He put his arm around her and surprising to him, she allowed it. “I’m just glad you’re all right.”

  “I felt better once you got here.”

  Butterflies circled through his stomach.

  “You have a good heart, Anderson.” She patted his thigh. “I could use a beer. You want one?”

  He threw his head back, a chuckle stuck in his throat. “You don’t look like the beer type.”

  “This is Thompsonville.” She stood. “Everyone’s the beer type. Want one?”

  “Sure.”

  “I’ll be right back.” She left with her bare feet pitty-patting against the hardwood floor and returned before he could miss her. “Here we go.” She held two bottles of Bud Light.

  “Thanks.” He took the bottle.

  She unscrewed her bottle and sipped. “You don’t look like a beer drinker either.”

  “I’m a Heineken man to be honest.”

  They took soft gulps then smiled at each other.

  “I appreciate how nice you’ve been,” she said. “But I’m not looking for anything other than friendship.”

  “Uh, I’m confused.” He scratched behind his ear. “How did we get from drinking beers to a relationship?”

  She darted her eyes from his gaze. “You’re throwing out vibes so I wanted to be straight with you.”

  “Because I’m nice doesn’t mean I want anything from you other than this beer.”

  She sulked.

  “Okay, I am attracted to you.” He drank. “So no need to keep fishing.”

  “Please. I’m not fishing.” She walked to the dresser with her hips rolling in a sensuous motion. “I feel awkward now. Let’s forget this silly conversation. You wanna see something?” She set the bottle down again and stood from the dresser in a seductive pose.

  “Sure.”

  “Come on.”

 

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