by Stacy-Deanne
“It’s been a while for me.”
“It’s just like a riding a bike.” He snickered. “You can ride a bike can’t you?”
She nodded.
“Good.” His mouth found hers again, the luscious curves of his lips soothing her. “Pretend I’m a bike and ride me.”
All fear disappeared and she gave his nipples the same attention he’d given hers.
“Oh.” A deep growl escaped him. “I love it.”
She kept sucking the tight, pink buds, his manly, musk hungering her clit.
He got on his knees, spread her legs and his hot, rough tongue forced a scream from her that could shattered the walls.
“Mm.” He sniffed her, kissing her soggy labia. “How was that?”
“You have to ask?” She snatched off his black boxer briefs, feasting her sight on the prize he hid so well.
He looked at her, his eyes desperate for approval.
She shoved the potpourri bowl, remotes, and cell phone aside and shoved his tall, skinny ass on the coffee table.
His pupils dilated as she massaged his semi-hard shaft.
“Ooh.” He leaned back, clenching the table. “Oh, Channing. Yes.”
She brushed her lips against the tip, easing him into her mouth.
He held her head and though she wasn’t crazy about people touching her hair, she wouldn’t fuck this up by telling him.
She inched him further as she sucked, wondering if he were long enough to reach her throat.
“Oh, right there.” His legs quivered. “Channing.” He gripped her head. “Jesus. Fuck.”
She snickered, trying not to destroy her rhythm. When a man used the Lord’s name in vain you were working the shit out that dick.
Anderson whimpered and begged, his long legs shaking.
She could finally show him how much she appreciated him and needed her in his life.
He took her head, fucking it as the prickly hairs of his thighs tickled her face.
“Mm.” She gurgled on purpose, remembering men loved the sound.
“Yes.” Anderson held her head steady as he unloaded his banana-flavored nectar inside her mouth.
She wouldn’t swallow though. “Pass me that cup,” she mumbled.
He did and she spit into it.
“You offended?” She wiped the side of her mouth.
He grinned. “I don’t care what you do with it, just promise to suck me off like that every time I come over.”
She laughed, stroking his thighs. “You’re so bad.”
“Oh, baby I’m worse than that.” He pulled a pack of condoms out his pants and had one on him before she could blink.
She smirked. “Something tells me you’ve done this before.”
“Hmm, maybe once or twice.” He laughed, pulling her from the floor. “But it’s been a long time since it’s meant so much.”
As he kissed her breasts and belly button, she wanted to ask questions about his ex-wife for some reason.
“Ah.” He lowered her onto his rock-hard shaft, her pussy adjusting to the thick veins and bulky ridge.
All kinds of crazy shit went through her mind. She imagined her, he and Presley in a huge house with a white picket fence. Presley playing with a dog while Anderson and Channing watched her from their rocking chairs on the porch.
Channing didn’t even like dogs.
“Yes.” He rocked her faster, slapping her ass. “Like that, Channing.”
“Slow it down.”
Anderson squinted, cocking his head.
Shit, she didn’t care if he wanted to go faster. This was her house, her moment and at least for tonight, her dick.
“Yes.” She clutched his shoulders, gyrating slowly to tease him. “I can feel every inch of you.”
His mouth puckered through each grunt. “Fuck me, Channing. That’s it.”
She loved looking at his face because a man’s expression said more during sex than his body ever could.
His eyes told her he would protect her or die before letting anyone hurt her.
She squeezed against him, his astonishing cock urging her to come.
His face contorted into a desperate plea for desire as if her body was all he needed.
They pounded each other, his natural, man odor intensifying from the rhythm of their bodies.
Channing didn’t get the usual buildup she experienced from an orgasm. Instead of a big, earth-shattering climax, it came in subtle waves of relief as if she’d been reborn.
It was the best sex she’d ever had.
Anderson’s dick spread within her walls and he squeezed his eyes shut as an earsplitting, house-shaking scream tore from his throat.
His facial muscles relaxed, and he grinned with his tongue dangling out his mouth. “My goal was to cheer you up.” He pinched her butt cheek. “I guess I did.”
Channing laughed, plunging her head into his chest.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The following evening, Sonjay left her classroom after staying late to prepare the quiz for the next day.
She went downstairs and reached the double-doors that led to the parking lot when she heard footsteps behind her.
“Someone there?” She glanced around, seeing no one. “Elias?” she called the janitor’s name. “Elias, is that you?”
“Nope.” Zayden slumped from around the corner, smoking a cigarette.
Sonjay dropped her arms, her purse and book bag slipping on her shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
He leaned against the wall, his stare moving from her face to her toes. “It sure is hot tonight, isn’t it?” He smirked. “When is it not hot in Thompsonville? Lived here my whole life and still ain’t used to this heat.”
“What do you want, Zayden? How did you get in here?”
“Same as you.” His eyes turned into slits. “I walked in.”
She straightened her bags on her arm. “You have no right to be here.”
He pulled the cigarette from his lips. “What are you doing here so late?”
“I’m giving a test tomorrow and I wanted to get it ready.” She turned to the door. “Bye, Zayden—”
“Hold on.” He skipped up behind her. “Just gonna leave in the middle of a conversation? That’s not polite.”
“Get out of my face.”
He slipped in between her and the door.
She swallowed, moving back.
“My best friend is gone forever because of your sister.”
“You mean Nate?” She scoffed. “I’m glad he’s dead.”
He grimaced, taking another hit of his cigarette. “That’s a fucked up thing to say.”
“It’s true. He did a horrible thing then took the easy way out. Now get out of my way. I need to get home.”
“You ain’t going nowhere.” He laid against the door, crossing his arms. “Nate was like a brother. We grew up together.”
“And?”
“He’d be here if it weren’t for your troublemaking sister.”
“What the hell did Channing do? He hit her daughter. What about that are you missing or are you that dumb?”
He licked his lips. “You’re pretty.”
She took restrained breaths. “Move.”
“Nope.” He grabbed her wrist. “We need to talk.”
“Let go of me.” She jerked her hand, her bags falling off her shoulder again. “Let me go, Zayden.”
“My buddy is dead and Channing’s just walking around like she owns the place. I don’t like that shit.”
“Let...me...go.”
“She has to pay.” He grinned, clawing at her wrist. “I’ll make her.”
“You better not. You even look at my sister the wrong way and I’ll kill you.”
He laughed, stomping out his cigarette on the floor. “I love it. That fire.”
“Get out of my way.”
He grabbed her other wrist, and she screamed. “Bet you’re something in the sack, huh? Klein’s a lucky man.”
“Zayden.�
�� She tried to fight him off as he pushed her against the wall. “Are you crazy?” She panted. “There are cameras all over this place.”
He pressed against her, blowing his breath in her face.
She turned her head, and he snatched her chin, forcing her eyes on his.
“What do you want?”
“I could hurt Channing but that’s too obvious.” His menthol breath filled the space between them. “I learned a long time ago that to get the point across to someone, you go through people they care about.” He touched her hair.
“There’s a store across the street and a bus stop right outside that stays crowded. If I scream, everyone will hear me.”
He breathed harder, stroking her arms. “You’re something for a nigger. Anyone ever tell you that?”
She raised her hand to hit him but he grabbed it, bending her arm.
“Ow!”
“Hit me, Sonjay?” He made that tapping sound with his teeth. “I don’t think you wanna do that.”
“If you hurt me, your ass won’t get away with it.”
He thrust his chin out, biting the corner of his lip. “Is that right?”
“It’s damn right. If you’re dumb enough to fuck with a woman who is engaged to the mayor’s chief of staff, then go ahead.”
He let her go, frowning.
“Guess I was wrong.” Sonjay fixed her bags on her shoulder. “Maybe you have brains after all.”
“You and your family should be careful.” He shrugged, walking to the doors. “Wouldn’t want what happened to Presley to happen to any of you too.”
****
“I can’t believe he’s gone.” Jimmy Lou sat on the cooler on Zayden’s porch the next day. “How could he do it, man? Why wouldn’t he come to us and tell us how he was feeling?”
“Had no fight left in him.” Tilly smoked his joint. “We can’t judge. I mean, if we’d gone through what he did, we might’ve done the same thing.”
“We gotta do something.” Zayden rocked on the porch swing, dragging his feet against the planks. “Nate was our brother. He didn’t have to go out like that and for what? Because Channing Mills started a race war? They make me sick. Always whining about race but using it as an excuse every time you turn around.”
“They call us racists because we call it like we see it.” Morris nodded. “But, the blacks are the ones always playing the victim. Shit, Nate didn’t mean to hit that girl; but they’d never admit they’ve been wrong the whole time.”
“My aunt’s a mess.” Jimmy Lou scratched through his beard. “Nate was her baby. The only thing she lived for and now she got nothing.”
“It’s time,” Zayden said. “What happens next won’t be an accident.”
Morris gestured for Jimmy Lou to get off the cooler and pass him a beer. “What are you talking about?”
“If the Mills want a war we’ll give them one,” Zayden said. “Nate’s death won’t be in vain. We gotta fight in his memory.” His jaws swelled as he fought the urge to let loose. “Nate deserves justice and we’ll show everyone how wrong those arrogant niggers are.”
Tilly sucked the joint, squinting. “What’s on your mind, Z?”
As he leaned forward to explain, Dex’s gleaming black Porsche cruised up the dusty driveway, stopping behind Zayden’s truck.
“Aw, fuck.” Zayden sighed. “What the hell does he want?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“Fellas.” Dex walked toward the porch in another fancy ass suit. “I’m looking for your daddy.”
“He ain’t here.” Zayden swatted a gnat off his shoulder. “What do you want him for?”
“That’s our business.”
“Fine.” Zayden snickered at his friends. “We were just discussing business of our own.”
“That’s right,” Jimmy Lou said.
“I’m sorry again for your loss, Jimmy Lou,” Dex said. “It’ll take time but you’ll get over it.”
Zayden said, “You should’ve protected him.”
Dex raised his eyebrows. “I was his lawyer not his babysitter.”
“It’s all right.” Zayden winked. “We got this. I promise you that.”
“I hope you don’t plan on doing anything foolish.”
“We ain’t letting those niggers get away with what happened to Nate.”
Dex stared down Zayden. “That better not be a threat to the Mills family.”
Tilly clicked his jaw. “We don’t make threats.”
“I’m dead serious.” Dex stood on the last step of the porch. “Any dumb ass plan you all got going, leave it right here on this porch.”
Morris scoffed. “If you cared as much about your client as you do the Mills family, Nate would still be here.”
“I’m warning all of you.” Dex’s voice deepened. “You go anywhere near Channing—”
“Ain’t got to be Channing,” Zayden said.
“Meaning?”
“Could be the momma or the daddy.” Zayden rocked. “Could even be that fine, sexy school teacher Sonjay.”
Dex cocked his head, nose wrinkling.
Zayden chuckled. “Figured that would get your attention.”
“You touch one hair on Sonjay’s head and being dead will be something you wish for.”
“Ooh.” Morris laughed, pretending to shiver. “Should attorneys be threatening people?”
“Just like you guys, I don’t make threats.”
“Sonjay and I had an interesting conversation yesterday.”
Dex’s mouth hung open. “You spoke to her?”
“Hmm-mm. Wanted to do much more than talk but hey we were in the schoolhouse and it didn’t seem appropriate.”
The guys laughed.
“She pretended not to want me.” Zayden propped his leg on top of the other. “Maybe if I’d taken her to the woods, she’d have changed her mind.”
Morris snickered in his hand.
Dex squinted. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You know what it means.” Zayden loved seeing his pretentious ass squirm. “She loves the woods, doesn’t she? At least she does when you take her there.”
“What?”
“It’s no secret, Dex.” Morris held out his arms. “You been in that chocolate more than once. Is it good?”
“We saw y’all in the woods one night,” Tilly said. “Watched you fucking.”
“Yeah, fucking hard.” Zayden clenched his tingling cock. “Shit, I almost came.”
“It was something else.” Morris moaned. “You guys should make porn.”
Dex’s exhaled through his nostrils, balling fists. “Shut up.”
“How’s that black pussy, huh?” Zayden leaned forward. “Never mind. I’ll find out soon.”
“Come here!” Dex flew up the steps but Jimmy Lou and Morris held him back.
“She screams for you all night doesn’t she, Dex?” Zayden taunted. “She’s gonna scream for me all week!”
“Get off me!” Dex fought Jimmy Lou and Morris. “I’ll kill you, Zayden!”
They dragged Dex off the porch.
“I swear I’ll kill you if you ever go near her again.” He pushed the men away, pointing at Zayden. “I’m warning you. Sonjay’s off limits. You got that?”
“Wow.” Zayden wobbled his head. “Man, you’re into her, huh?”
“Sounds like he’s in love.” Tilly made a kissy face.
“Is that true?” Jimmy Lou asked. “You in love with your friend’s fiancée? That’s fucked up.”
“I’m not playing with any of you.” Dex looked at them one by one. “I’ll kill every one of you if you look at Sonjay Mills.”
“I’d expect nothing less from you, Dex.” Zayden grinned. “Now get the fuck off my daddy’s property.”
****
“Dex, I’m fine,” Sonjay said into the loud speaker of her phone while frying catfish that night. “I’m not afraid of Zayden Voight.”
“You should be because he’s sadistic son-of-a-bitch.”
/> “I can take care of myself.” She put fish into the bubbling canola oil. “How did you know he came to the school, anyway?”
“I went to talk to Avon and Zayden was bragging about getting revenge on Channing. I won’t let anyone hurt you as long as I’m breathing.”
She battered more fish in corn meal.
“What are you doing?” He chuckled. “Sounds like something’s frying.”
“I’m making catfish for Channing.” Sonjay got the done pieces out the fryer and laid them on a paper towel. “I wanted to do something special because of all she’s been through.”
“I love your catfish.”
Her forehead broke out in a hot sweat and not from the frying. “I gotta go, Dex. She should be here in a minute.”
“Where’s Klein?”
“On the porch with Anderson.”
“Hm.”
She caught the heartache in his voice.
“Just hanging like two old friends, huh? I used to love coming to your place and hanging with you guys.”
“You still could’ve been doing that if you hadn’t taken Nate’s case.” She placed more fish in the oil. “It was your decision.”
“Not the only one I regret.”
“You talking about proposing to me?” She stiffened, trying to convince herself she no longer cared for him. “You said you were tired of me.”
“I’m tired of the situation, but I love you, Sonjay. I miss you.”
“It’s fine, Dex.” Her voice broke with pain. “That’s what you wanted.”
“I hear in your voice how much you miss me. You can’t turn your back on what we had.”
“I wasn’t the one doing that.”
“Sonny?” Klein yelled from the porch. “Channing’s here!”
“I gotta go, Dex.”
“Wait. Can I see you?”
“Why? We have nothing to say to each other.”
“Sonjay—”
“You said you couldn’t play the game anymore. Well, you don’t have to. It’s over.”
“Do you want to marry me?”
“I—”
“Answer me, Sonny,” he said. “Do you want to be my wife even if you can’t be?”
“Sonjay?” Channing sang her name, heading toward the kitchen. “That catfish smells great.”