Chapter 19
Charly
“Watch out, Dom!” I screamed as he headed straight for me.
My body rocked with the impact of his car hitting mine. I steered out of the crash and drove quickly away from him. It took a lot of strength to maneuver the steering wheel and avoid the other cars in my path.
I hit a man and his little boy, and the kid screamed as the man steered away from me with a smirk. But not before he turned his car back in my direction, and both he and Dominic hit me at the same time from different angles.
Two teenage girls hit Dominic from the back, and they looked at each other and giggled. I could tell they had a crush on him from the time they first arrived at the center because they had been eyeing him and giggling every time they crossed paths with us.
I glanced at him and rolled my eyes as he gave me a big, cheesy grin. Steering away from him, I swung the car around and hit the man and his kid again before moving to two middle-aged women and hitting them from the rear.
It had been Dominic’s idea to get us out of the house for a day of games. We had come to Premier Event. The event center provided lots of entertainment, including bowling, billiards, bumper cars, and laser tag.
We had played laser tag for over an hour before I grew tired and needed to sit down. Dominic’s idea of resting was to climb into bumper cars and ram into each other. We had paid to play three different times, because each ride was only five minutes.
We climbed out of our cars when our time was up. Dominic took my hand in his and led me to the other side of the event center to our reserved table, where we grabbed a menu.
“Remember when we all used to come here as teenagers?”
“I remember when your parents used to bring us all here as kids, including some of the other neighborhood kids.”
He smiled and nodded. “Those were the good old days.”
Laughing, I replied, “You sound like an old man.”
He leaned back and rubbed his lower back and hip before he stated, “Man, I’m feeling all twenty-six of my years. After that ride, I feel like an old ass man.”
I laughed again and shook my head. “I need you to stay out of those bumper cars, sir, if they’re gonna have you feeling old at the ripe age of twenty-six.”
“Yeah. I ain’t gon’ have shit left for our kids by the time they get here. They’re gonna wanna play basketball, and my old ass will be hobbling out on a cane talking ’bout, ‘y’all, my arthur acting up today.’”
I couldn’t laugh if I wanted to, although what he said was funny.
Dominic had stumped me. I had not heard him talk about wanting kids since we were kids.
When we were in elementary school, he used to talk about what type of father he would be.
But by the time our high school years arrived, those conversations disappeared.
When I asked him about kids when we were twenty, he said that he was never having bad ass kids, because he knew karma would bite him in the ass for all he had done.
So to hear him say that now blew my mind.
“Did you say kids?”
“Yeah. What’s wrong?”
I shook my head as I trained my gaze on the menu on the table.
“Nothing.”
“You don’t want my kids, Char?” he asked, reaching across the table to trail the pads of his fingers slowly up and down each of my fingers.
“Of course, I want your kids, Dom. But you always said that you didn’t want them. You said you were afraid of karma biting you in the ass.”
He smirked and then dragged his index finger down the curve of my cheek. “But if I have kids with you, that will be completely different.”
“How?”
“Everything inside of you is good and pure. They would have to have some of your light to balance out my rottenness, right? So the way I figure it, they won’t be all bad,” he explained with a shrug.
As timing would have it, a server showed up at our table at the moment, so that I couldn’t respond to his explanation. It was all good and well anyway, because I didn’t know what to say to that. He had blown me out of the water.
We glanced at the menu again, and I settled on a personal pan pizza, while he ordered a couple of calzones, and we both ordered sweet, iced tea to go with our meals. We folded the menus away and handed them to the server.
I rested my cheek in the palm of my hand as I stared at him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You never cease to surprise me, Dominic. I’ve known you for eighteen years, and you always find a way to surprise me.”
“About that kid shit?”
“Everything. About how you had feelings for me for so long, how you walked away from racing, and now with this kid stuff. I just don’t want you to have any regrets.”
“I could never regret anything about you, Charly. You were created for a divine purpose, and so was I. I know that God created us for each other, you to save me, and me to protect and love you.”
I smiled as my heart raced rapidly in my chest. This all felt like a sweet dream that could be taken away at any moment.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Just how sometimes this seems too good to be true. All I ever dreamt of was moments like this. Moments where we were out on dates, living together, making love, building a family, and laughing together about private jokes that no one was in on except for us.”
We held hands across the table, and Dominic rubbed circles in the center of my palm.
“You dreamt about this shit?”
I nodded. “Ever since I was about thirteen years old, I daydreamed about you, Dom. I would write our names in intertwined hearts in my notebook and write Mrs. Charlyse Garcia-Strong in the back of them. I would write our children’s names in my diary.”
“What were their names?” His eyes twinkled with amusement, and I didn’t know whether to be pleased or offended.
“Never mind,” I muttered with a shake of my head.
He squeezed my hand and smiled. “Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.”
I was still growing accustomed to hearing him call me baby. Every time he did, a frisson of pleasure shot through me. “Charlotte Ryiann Garcia-Strong and Domingo Rafael Garcia-Strong.”
A slow smile crept over his face. “I like that. You incorporated our names into their first names and then gave them names that show individuality.”
“And in keeping with our heritage, Rafael for you, and Ryiann for me.”
“What if we have three, four, five, or even eight kids?”
I reared back and stared at him. “Boy, you’ve lost your mind. I’m not popping that many babies out of me. Besides, we’d have to get married and establish our careers first.”
“And we’re well on the road to doing that.”
“Speaking of which, I have some more news for you.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve decided to do a documentary about the street racing world.”
“That’s what’s up.”
“Yeah. I have been outlining a plan to get started.”
“Those things take time and money. But I’ve got you. Let me know what you need.”
Shaking my head, I replied, “I don’t need anything except for your emotional support. You do realize that I never did anything with the money that I got from my mother’s insurance policy and the house that I inherited in the will.”
“No. I didn’t know.”
“That’s right. I learned about all of that while you were gone. I didn’t really have anyone to talk it over with, and Ramon didn’t seem like the right person to discuss that with. So I just tucked it all away for a rainy day.”
“What about your dad?”
“I could have, but that didn’t feel right either. I just told him that I would figure something out one day. He told me to let him know if I needed anything.”
“So you’re going to use the money from the insurance policy to start your documentary?”
“I am.”
“You know that some people might not like that. With street racing being illegal, they might fear exposure.”
I sat back in my seat and pulled my fingers from his. “I thought about that too. If they’re not interested in having their faces or cars shown, that’s cool. I will edit them out of any footage. But I’ve thought long and hard about this, and it just feels right, you know?”
“Listen, do what you need to do for you. Chopper reached out to me, but I haven’t reached back. Shine called me last night, and he says that they all reamed his ass out about what went down. He wants me back, and in his message, he left an apology. Said he’d like to do it in person, man-to-man.”
“Then why don’t you go?”
“Because he owes you an apology too. He can’t have one without the other.”
“No, Dom. That’s your world and your territory. As much as I love racing, I’ve come to realize that I don’t need to infringe on your world to do that. The night of my last race, Baby Q approached me about joining their team.”
His eyebrows lifted, and a smile came over his face. “And are you?”
“I don’t know. I told them that night that I wouldn’t. That as long as I had my fam, I was good.”
“Yeah, but fam ain’t having a problem throwing you away.”
“That’s just it. They’re not having issues with me as a whole, just issues with me racing and the impact that I have on you.
I don’t have to be on the same team as you to race.
You were right about that. I can still race, enjoy that world, and keep our personal lives separate, Dom.
I love my new job, and doing this documentary will only enhance my future.
Return to True Grit, and I promise that I will find my way. ”
“With the girls or without them?”
“I honestly don’t know right now. Only time will tell. Maybe I was meant to stay on the outskirts of things. To your point, I don’t have to be on a team to race. I just wanted the security, familiarity, and familial comforts of one.”
“And you can have that all with the Lady Jaguars.”
“Except you and I both know that I don’t get along with girls too well.”
“You get along with TT, Avriella, and Nikki just fine.”
“They’re the exception, not the norm.”
“Give it a shot with these ladies.”
“Let me think on it.”
“You do that,” he stated as the server arrived with our meal.
“Ohh, baby, right there,” I cried out as Dominic pressed his hand in my lower back and slid deeper inside of me from the back.
“Gimme that arch, baby. That’s it . . . just like I like it,” he groaned.
Sometimes I had to laugh at the irony of how Dominic and I were. We walked around all the time in little more than our underwear and often undressed in front of each other, yet we managed not to have sex. Now the simple things set us off and would have us pawing at each other.
It had started in the car on the way home.
He had fixed the scarf around my neck while we were at a stop sign.
That led to him kissing the underside of my jaw, palming my breasts, and cupping my mound.
Before I knew it, my jeans were unbuttoned, and he slid his hand inside of them.
The entire rest of the drive home, Dominic had fingered me until I came only minutes before we arrived at the apartment complex.
I hadn’t bothered to button my jeans when I got out of the car. I simply pulled my coat closed and ran into the house ahead of him. Thankfully, this rare cold November day required us to wear a coat.
I still had my jeans, panties, socks, and shoes on. The only thing I managed to remove before he got me in his clutches was my coat, sweater, and bra. I even still wore my scarf.
“Mm,” I moaned as I rolled my ass when Dominic tugged at the scarf around my neck. He tugged it tight enough to choke me, but not so tight that I could not breathe.
“I don’t know how I let all these years go by, and I didn’t sample this ass at least once. We should’ve been on some homie-lover-friends or friends-with-benefits a long time ago. You held out on all the good pussy,” he groaned as he pumped deeper inside of me.
I reached around behind me to grab the length of his erection, and it pulsated in my hand. It was slick from being coated with my juices.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze it harder and make daddy cum.”
I did exactly as he told me, and my eyes slipped closed as he pulsed inside of me. I clenched all around him, not ready to release him yet. Being with Dominic this way still seemed so surreal to me, so I was never ready to let him go once he was inside of me.
Dominic clutched my hips and thrust faster. “Give it to me, baby. I’m here for one reason, and one reason only: to get you to cum on this dick.”
He spanked my ass, and that was all I needed to set me over the edge. I released all around him and whimpered like a child. I was surprised to find that my face was genuinely moist with tears when I wiped it.
“Hold up, Shortcake. I ain’t quite there yet,” Dominic gritted out through clenched teeth.
I pushed back from the table and forced him backward. Pushing the table away from me, I created enough room to grab my ankles and give him the opening that he needed. That man behaved like someone who had just escaped the psych ward.
His uncoordinated movements were jerky and wild, punctuated by random beats of pounding and hammering my ass.
But when he finally came, it was with a controlled rhythm.
He slowed his movements and pumped with practiced determination.
I felt the hot cum filling my core, coating my lower lips, and then dripping down my thighs as he pulled free.
Dominic pulled me to stand, and I winced as the juices dropped into my panties and jeans.
“Quit looking like that, ma. It ain’t like your ass ain’t about to toss all that in the laundry and hop in the shower.”
“You got that right,” I stated with a smirk.
He gripped my ass, spun me around, and kissed me thoroughly.
“What was that for?”
“For giving me my ass whenever and however I want it.”
“You’re welcome.”
I turned to walk away, but he smacked me hard on the ass before he stated, “You make me love you more each day.”