by Xyla Turner
Yet, as I dried us off, I vowed to be whatever this fierce woman allowed me to be. What choice did I have? As much as I wanted control, she broke that shit wide open. Women don’t ride me.
Ever.
I fuck, and I fuck hard, but all of my defenses were blown. With a prayer, I was hoping that she’d stop me, but that was not the case. She didn’t and that just revved my engine further.
“Umm, thanks,” Dakota awkwardly said, as I redressed.
She sat on the side of the bed, looking like she was doing a mental beat down of herself. Regret.
This had me on the knees in front of her. “Don’t do that,” I grabbed her hand and held it.
“Mr. West, this wasn’t…” she began, but I had to cut that shit off.
“No, we’re not going to do that,” I told her. “What we did is what two mature adults do. I wanted it and if I’m honest with myself, it’s been a while that I wanted it. Won’t speak for you, but I’m guessing this wasn’t your first time thinking of me in that way. Maybe it was, but we did it. It was fucking great. So, we’re going to skip the regret stage. I loved it. How was it for you?”
Her eyes did not shift, nor did she hesitate when she said, “It was everything.”
“Angel, me too.” I kissed her hand. “So, no long faces, no sad eyes, and no beating ourselves up.”
Dakota gave me a nod.
“Now, I have five-thousand thoughts and things I want to say and do right now, but I want us to get out of here and go eat breakfast or some shit, because I’ll do less talking and we’ll do more doing. Will you join me?”
Who was this person? Asking questions and explaining. Fucking West, is who it was. My provider side wanted to make sure she was cared for, make sure she had everything she needed. I had the control in this case, but I wanted to give her an out. Though, I would have found a way to break that defense.
“Mr. West,” she called my name. “Do you think that is a good idea?”
“Do you think me staying here is a good idea?” I countered.
Oh fuck.
Arousal crossed her features, as fast as lightning struck. Then it was gone, but I saw it.
This activated my other side.
“Woman, let’s go, before I bend you over this dresser and fuck you fifteen ways till Sunday.” I kissed her forehead on my way to stand.
From there, I walked out of her room and waited at a safe distance. She just did not know. All sides of me were triggered with her and that pussy of hers was nice and fucking tight. I had already lost control; I was trying to regain it back. We needed boundaries, but first we needed to fix this shit with Ella’s father.
When she emerged, I nabbed her hand and we left. For once, I called an Uber Black, to get us to the mid-town breakfast joint. They had amazing waffles and their fruit was homegrown, which seemed to make it sweeter.
Our ride over was fairly quiet, but I pulled her close, as I sent a litany of text. When we arrived, there was a small table in the back, which we grabbed. The place was always packed, but it was later in the morning, so we lucked out. The text began to come back, so I broke our silence and started with the business part, before we got into us.
“Dakota, I’ve got a lawyer ready to represent you. If you want to contest anything, we can do that too. Is it okay if I set up a meeting?”
Those hazel, but alarmed eyes raced to meet mine, before she sputtered, “What?”
“I’ve got a lawyer for you.” I went to explain, but she was shaking her head.
“No, no. That’s not necessary,” she replied. “I can figure it out. You don’t have to get involved with that Mr. West.”
It was one thing for me to be in these modes that weren’t normal or standard operating procedure. It was another to be in a mode and someone does not receive it.
“Dakota, this isn’t some charity shit,” I explained. “This is also not the time for you to act like you don’t need help. Ella needs her mother, which is you and not someone who thinks she’s negotiable or a toy they can see, play with and throw away, so you’re left picking up the pieces. I’ve seen that shit in friends and they are fucked up to this day about that. I know you don’t want that for Ella.”
I lowered my voice, because it became elevated at her refusal. “Look, I want to help. I want to protect and provide. It’s not something I do a lot. I want to do that for you. I am asking that you please accept it.”
There it was. My cards were out on the table for her to do as she pleased. The woman could be outright stubborn, I knew. However, she looked at me, did a quick nod and repeated, “So you say you can get me a lawyer.”
I smiled.
Fuck, I smiled and ran my hand down her face.
“Yeah, Angel.” I finished. “They are all in play, if you say the word. Lawyer, P.I. and a Paternity lawyer.”
She took in a deep breath, then released it and said, “Word.”
Another smile formed on my face. “Okay, good.” Going back to text my people, so they could get on the job I said, “I’m going to need a name, date of birth, number and last known places of work and home.”
Dakota pulled out her phone and began to text me the information. Then she looked up at me and said, “Thank you Mr. West.”
She did not know how much she was the one I needed to thank. The woman revived me. I was always an ambitious dude. Always looking for the next thing. But, Dakota reminded me that the next thing cannot be bigger than the things that matter. Those things being quality of life, love, and companionship. I had forgotten that. She was the one that needed to be thanked, but instead, I nodded.
“Now, on to more interesting things,” I clapped once. “This morning. How are you with things?”
Of course, at that moment the waiter comes over to take our order, but I don’t have to repeat myself, because Dakota doesn’t shy away from tough things. It’s the fierce competitor in her, I know.
“Well, it was amazing sex.” She nodded. “It was unexpected, I think for both of us. It was also looming in the air after that kiss. I am concerned because I have been getting a lot from our mentor and mentee dynamic. It’s everything to me and I do not want to lose this. I am also worried about shitting where I eat.”
Yup, honest, plain and to the point.
“All valid and I’m not going to sit here and try to persuade you that you won’t lose shit. It might happen.” I shared. “What I will tell you is that I haven’t felt like this before. So strongly that I would put any of these things on the line. You’re a talented woman, with a lot to offer this world. Way beyond what I could teach you. I’m just watering a seed that is going to sprout and change the whole game. That’s just a fraction of the business side. You’re also a phenomenal woman. Beautiful, bold, sexy as hell, and fiercely loyal, not ruffled easily and you don’t mix words. Not so tough, you don’t know when to stand down. And, in my small interactions with Ella, I can tell that she takes after you, protecting you from anyone she perceives a threat, because you do the same and have taught her well. Fuck, I don’t have any kids, but that’s not a deterrent to me. We had sex, but I’m not trying to stop either. Which means, I’ll be in your life.”
Dakota was giving me a curious look with one eyebrow up and her lips twisted to the left side of her face.
“I have a whole child,” She put her hand out to her side, to show how tall Ella was.
“Yeah,” I acknowledged.
“Mr. West, this is crazy. Okay.” She began to shake her head. “Like, are you saying, you want to do this. Like what, just sex or more than that, because that’s a lot for one sexual encounter. What are you saying?”
With a humorless chuckle, I stretched near to her across the table and said in a low voice. “Do you think your pussy was quivering over my cock because it was any cock?” I asked. “Do you think I came so hard and fast, because it’s been a while? Do you think that we exploded like that, because sparks were flying, or you were just vulnerable? Do you think that I’d be sitting her
e with you if it were just sex? Do you think we’d be having this conversation if I wasn’t offering more? I want more, Angel. Come on, Dakota!”
Her eyes searched mine, as if she were looking for something specific—a lie, deceit or even wavering on my part. Ella’s father left her high and dry. I knew nothing about her parents, but whatever that was would have an impact on her ability to trust.
“Can I think about this?” she asked, finally.
“You got until the end of this breakfast date,” I told her.
Pulling back, she exclaimed, “Mr. West!”
“Dakota, you either know or you don’t,” I told her. “The truth is what will I allow?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked.
“We’re going to happen, Angel. When is the question?” I shrugged and sat back in my seat.
“Anybody ever tell you you’re an arrogant son of a bitch?” she asked with a shake of her head.
“To my face?” I almost laughed. “You, and I’m sure my sister.”
This actually caused her to laugh. We ate our food, discussed some of her work and then she began to question me about my past. She was trying to get to know me. I told her about my mom and dad, living in upstate New York, in New Rochelle. I had one sister, who was a pain in my ass. She was married and I was hoping to have a nephew or niece soon, so I could spoil them. Dakota asked me about my childhood, which was pretty typical. I was a smart kid in a large school and easily bored. This is why I decided to go to college to please my parents, but after a semester, I was like hell, fucking, no.
The truth is, they were disappointed, because they said I didn’t have a plan. However, I left college and did not go back home. I stayed off-campus and begin to make and save money with my three other roommates who graduated. They always wondered how I was able to pay the rent, but I did every month, just by being a broker of sorts. I was still friends with two of the guys…well, two of them lived in New York. Once in awhile, we’d get together. Cano was just divorced, so he was somewhere loathing. What made it worse, as they had a child. Vega was just married and had more babies with his second wife, because his first wife passed away. I went to that wedding and Gail was a sweetheart. She parted too early, but his new wife, was basically picked by Gail, according to Vega.
The man was happy, so that’s all I cared about. The problem was the three of us stopped riding as often as we used to when they had kids. It had to be a planned event for us to go hit the road on our motorcycles. I needed to reach out to the guys and see if we could get something going. If all continued to go well, I also wanted to introduce them to Dakota.
She even shared about her childhood, her father and mother passing away and being monitored by her stepmother. She had already told me that the woman put her out when she found out she was pregnant. Her life did not seem to be as typical as mine, which made her drive seem feasible. Her words on that day, where she lost it, came back and made sense. She worked her ass off, because she had no choice. There was no one to lean on and therefore, her making it to Invest in the Best, was a miracle all in itself.
Fuck.
Once we got back onto lighter topics, the more I talked, the more she laughed, and her hand would caress mine on occasion. The eye contact was constant and at times, lingered, meaning we were both thinking about what happened that morning and when the fuck it was happening again.
I knew when.
The question was, did she?
10
Dakota Bowers
Mr. Jonah West was crazy as fuck. Just an alpha guy that took what he wanted, in essence. I mean, the man had invaded my life. From the opportunity, the job, the man, the daughter, the help, my apartment, then the dining room, then my room and then me, he invaded everything. However, he was not alone, and it took two to tango. Always did and would. He would not have been able to do any of these things if I had not allowed it. Was I losing my strength, by letting him be strong for me? Had I become some girl that he could just tote around when he felt like it and then remove when he wanted. Was I disposable?
He did not talk like I was, but men were from the sperm of Satan. Well, that was a bit harsh, my father wasn’t. He was a good man until he was gone. He had a good woman in my mother, until she was gone. Sammy was good, until he was gone. Now, what about Mr. West.
He was bound to leave right? If I was hearing him correctly, and I was not sure that I was, he was saying that he wanted a relationship. I have a daughter and he wants something with me?
I just…I guess I just thought, children meant baggage and who wants extra baggage. Especially when it’s not yours. Also, when it’s expensive and lasts for at least twenty or so years of dependency. I read an article that said kids aren’t leaving home until twenty-six years of age. That wasn’t a problem for me. Ella was my baby. The one and only. She was my angel. However, for a guy to take that on.
Naw.
So, the man couldn’t be talking about doing this like that. Yeah, he was a straight shooter, but men are visual. They want sex and to be honest, I L.O.V.E.D. the sex. Shit. Mr. Jonah West could get it. I just feared my career and mentor relationship would change. Without losing sight of that, when he asked, on our Uber ride back to my place, I told him.
“All that you’re saying is fine, but I want guarantees that my project and our mentor relationship will remain intact. How can you promise that it will not be impacted?” I asked.
Mr. West nodded his head in earnestness before saying, “We’re potentially talking about matters of the heart. Everything gets fucked up when it comes to matters of the heart. However, we’re business people at the end of the day and want to see this thing happen. So, I’ll draw up a contract of how everything that we are doing now, will continue regardless …”
“No,” I interrupted him by holding up my hand. “This is probably suicide, but I don’t want a contract. I want your word, Mr. West. This world is so fucked up and I’m probably just as fucked as it is. However, I’ve got to believe in something.”
Looking around the room, the man probably thought I was talking to myself. Finally, my eyes hit his.
“I want your word that Skin for Her will launch just like it was yours and that you’ll continue to mentor me. If this goes south. I want your word.”
Mr. West grabbed both of my hands with his, nodded and agreed. “You have my word, Dakota.”
He meant it; I could tell. I just didn’t know to what degree he’d be willing to execute these things.
As the man promised before we left for breakfast, when we returned back to my home, I thought he’d go to work.
Nope.
He, just like he said, bent me over that dresser and ravished my sopping pussy, but not before he got me off with his mouth. The beautifully, self-made billionaire was on his knees bringing me to climax. His mouth was deadly as hell, as it didn’t take much for him to have my leg shaking and pulling at the strands of his hair.
“Fuck, Mr. West,” I exhaled as he brought me to my second climax.
Then he rose like a towering giant, kissed me right on the lips and squeezed my stinging ass.
“Hold onto the back of that dresser,” he warned, before turning me over, pressing my chest to the top of the oak wood and sliding inside of me like he knew just what would have me pawing at the train on my dresser.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned as he began to pull all the way out and push back inside.
“God damn, woman. You are tighter than tight,” He pushed into me and held my head down as he ravished me.
I did not give one fuck about the mess that was on the floor. What the old lady below me heard or how I tilted my ass up to him, so he could do whatever he pleased.
This time, Mr. West didn’t slap my ass, but he palmed my hips and fucked me like a mad man. Once he finished, he slumped back on the bed looking spent with hooded eyes.
“Come here,” he commanded.
I obeyed and on wobbly legs, moved in between his thighs as he leaned back
on the bed. It was here, I could feel his cum sliding down my thigh. His hand went to it, then began to slide it back up. To my surprise, he took a drop and held it up to my mouth.
Without thinking, I wrapped my lips around his forefinger and began to suck it off.
“Oh fuck, woman,” Mr. West hissed.
He did it again and again, as I continued to watch those eyes of his dilate with each suck, swipe of my tongue, and suction of his finger.
“Get a warm, wet cloth, so we can clean up,” he told me, while jerking his head towards the bathroom.
My legs weren’t wobbly anymore, but I was horny again. That little display of sucking his cum-covered fingers, turned me all the way on.
Most men didn’t like to kiss after a woman had his cum in her mouth, but I was testing the waters, so I leaned down and kissed him. Silly girl, Mr. West wasn’t one for that shit. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down. Then he got all the way into the kiss. Then he turned me over on the bed and began to lick my lips between kissing me. This turned into him sucking on my neck, nipples and then sliding back into my wet heat.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he groaned as he was balls deep inside. “I can’t get enough.”
Pushing one thigh all the way back, Mr. West rode me like a crashing wave with long strokes as he stared into my eyes. Why the hell I was caught in his trance should have been flag number three. The two of us were already caught up to the point that once he came inside of me again, we both passed out. I jerked awake and jumped out of bed.
“Fuck, Ella.” My head jerked to the side of the bed to see the clock. It was six-thirty.
FUUCCCKKKK…
Turning in the bed, I saw Mr. West staring at me with sleepy confusion. Damn, he was cute, but he had to get the fuck out.
“You got to go,” I told him.
“What?” He started rubbing his eyes.
“My daughter will be here any minute, and you got to go,” I told him, as I frantically put on clothes and threw him his mangled clothes. “You got to go now.”