Twenty-Nine
TWENTY-NINE
MALIK
The day Soleil told me about Wesley showing up at her house, I spent my entire lunch and planning period researching what I could find on him. I had his address from the parent information forms, and it was easy to find his employer.
After taking Soleil and Dahlia home, and having dinner with them at Dahlia’s insistence, I went straight home and changed into what has become my nightly riding gear. Dressed all in black, I waited until the dark blanketed the night and rode my bike over to Wesley’s neighborhood. I parked a couple of blocks away from his house and stealthily scurried to his yard. It gave me flashbacks of being a punk kid, sneaking into yards and houses with my brothers, and doing nothing good.
Hiding behind shrubs and vehicles, I reached his house. The lights were all out and the house was still. His truck wasn’t parked in the driveway, so I assumed it was in his garage. I looked around for flood lights and cameras, but didn’t spot any. I moved quickly to the side of the garage where a door was and twisted the knob. The idiot wasn’t even smart enough to lock the damn thing.
I stepped into the garage and saw his truck sitting amongst tools and yard equipment. I looked around and spotted a box cutter and got a horrible idea. I grabbed it, walked over to his truck, squatted down and tore the box cutter through his tires. One after the other, I made sure that the fucker wouldn’t be able to move an inch out of this garage.
I raced out of there as the tires hissed with leaking air and ran all the way back to my bike. While my intentions were to go home, I found myself pulling up in front of Soleil’s house just minutes later.
She was becoming an addiction that I couldn’t shake, but I had to know she was safe. So I did a walk around her house, checking all of the windows and doors to ensure they were locked, then stood staring into the window to watch her sleep. I could’ve camped out there and watched her until the sun came up. I never wanted to take my eyes off of her. If I knew she wouldn’t freak out, I’d tell her to stay at my house for a few days. Maybe a few weeks. Hell, I’d like to lock her inside my walls forever.
After thirty minutes, I crept out of her yard and finally went home.
I smile thinking about the events of last night, as I step out of the shower. Mason’s mom dropped him at class this morning so I didn’t get to see how Wesley looked this morning. But I hope seeing his truck vandalized scared the shit out of that asshole. He won’t understand the message, but maybe that will stop him from sneaking up on my girl. Fucking creep, stalking her online and just showing up at her house.
The towel is secured around my waist just as I hear my phone buzz on the counter. My body tingles when I see a message from Sunny Girl on my server.
SG: Hi King. Are you available to talk?
I answer back immediately, not caring at all about my haste.
Me: For you, always. Want to video?
The cursor blinks as she types.
SG: Sure.
I don’t waste one minute and rush into a pair of sweats and run to my office. My helmet sits on the corner of my desk and I slam it on my head. I grow impatient waiting for my laptop to wake and when it finally does, I pound the keys logging into my account. I click on the video chat, tap her name, and wait for her to answer.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, and I can’t seem to wipe the goofy smile from my face. When the video connects, I’m grateful that my face is shielded by the helmet.
I clear my throat and in a very low and gravelly voice greet her.
“Hello beautiful.”
She offers me a small smile and I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Hi King. How are you?”
“I’m good, but you don’t seem to be. What’s troubling you, Sunny Girl?”
She bites on her lip and her eyes move from side to side. “I just want to let you know that I can’t talk to you anymore.”
My rigid muscles grow weak and my body slumps.
“What? But why?”
“I started seeing someone and I just don’t think it’s right to be doing the things that we…you know, we do while I’m dating him. It feels like cheating.”
I sit a little taller upon hearing that. She wants to give this a real chance which means it’s time for me to put King on hold.
“Oh. I see. I wish I could talk you out of it, but I understand. I’m going to miss seeing her face and hearing your voice. My days and nights are better when I get to talk to you.”
Her cheeks blush with a shy smile. “Yeah, me too. But I think this is for the best. Maybe I can drop you a hello every now and then. Definitely the kind we’ve sent each other previously, but a simple friendly hello.”
I nod and rest my hand over my hard dick. I can’t help it. This is the way my body reacts to seeing her.
“Do you think we have time for one last goodbye? Something you can remember me by.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, King. There’s no way I’ll forget you.”
I witness her cheeks turn pink, thinking about our night together. “I’ll miss you, Sunny Girl.”
“I’ll miss you too, King. Take care.”
I make a heart with my hands and watch her giggle. She leans forward, blows me a kiss, then the screen goes black. Even though I know she’s mine, I can’t help the fact that I will miss the relationship King and Sunny Girl have. I brought her out of her shell and showed her a whole new world. I’d like to think that maybe it had a small hand in her opening up to me, Malik.
I broke down her walls and now I’ll get to relish in her beauty.
I spot Dahlia and Soleil as they walk in the door from where I sit. I made sure to get here early so I would be sure to be first. I told Soleil to be here at six-thirty while I arrived twenty minutes early. I ordered a sweet tea and small appetizer so that when they finally got here, it didn’t look like I was just waiting here for them. Even though I absolutely was. But we had to sell it to Dahlia that it is a coincidence that we are all here having dinner.
The hostess begins walking them to a table and I drop my fork to get their attention. Of course Dahlia is the first one to spot me and she beams the moment she does.
“Mr. Dare!” She waves, a hole in her mouth where a tooth recently fell out from.
“Hey. What are you doing here?” She abandons her mom and the hostess and runs over to hug me.
“We’re havin’ dinner. Are you havin’ dinner, too?” I stay seated and she practically climbs into my lap.
I stand and set her on her feet and trail my eyes up and down Soleil’s body as she walks over to us.
“I am. Hello Soleil.” Her pink lips spread into a sweet smile.
“Hello Malik. Funny seeing you here.”
“Yes. Funny.” I wink at her then look back down at Dahlia. “Would you ladies like to join me? My brother was supposed to meet me but he had to cancel at the last minute.”
Dahlia frowns and looks at Soleil. “Mommy, can we? I don’t want Mr. Dare to be sad.”
She purses her lips and raises a brow. “Oh no. We wouldn’t want that.” I lick my lips and watch her throat move as she swallows. “We can eat here. Is that okay, miss?”
The hostess is already setting menus down and grabbing place settings from a nearby table by the time Soleil asks. I move quickly to hold the chair for her to sit, then pick Dahlia up high in the air and set her down. I retake my seat in between them and my body feels instantly at ease.
They order drinks and I ask the waitress to give us a few more minutes before ordering. Dahlia scans the menu, knowing only a handful of words, and I step in. Ever the teacher.
“Would you like me to help you sound out the words?” I lean over and flip the menu over to the kids section.
“I can do it, Mr. Dare.” Dahlia’s tongue sticks out and moves back and forth as she concentrates. “What does n-neenose mean?”
“Ninos. It’s Spanish for kids.” She looks at me with shock dancing over her face.
“You can speak Spanish?”
I chuckle. “No, sweetheart. I just know a few words. That’s all. How about we read the menu together.”
We go through each item taking ten times longer than it should with her sounding out each word. But I don’t rush her and neither does Soleil. When she decides on a bean burrito with extra cheese I turn to Soleil.
“Do you know what you want?” I lay one forearm on the table and sneak my other hand under the table.
She startles when my fingers caress her leg and she eyes me with that very telling mom look. I only smirk and continue on.
“Yes, I do.” Her eyes narrow and she tells me what dish she’s chosen.
The waitress returns and I order for myself and Soleil, but Dahlia is quick to order for herself. We talk about a few things until our food is brought out, then the conversation slows. The one thing that doesn’t slow is my hand on Soleil’s leg. I continue to run my hand up and down her leg, lightly trailing my fingers up the inside of her thigh.
She squeezes her thighs together to stop me, but all she does is trap my hand right where I want it. My pinkie slides up and down her denim covered pussy and she chokes. Water spurts and I free my hand to pat her back.
“Are you okay?” She nods with a napkin over her mouth. I lean in, slipping my hand back under the table and whisper, “Did you spill water on your lap because there’s a wet spot right…here.”
She clamps onto my wrist and grips tight. God I want to kiss her. I don’t care who’s around. Dahlia is so preoccupied with her food that it gives me a chance to have a bit of a private conversation.
“Can we please tell Dahlia? Not being able to hold your hand or kiss you is killing me.”
“Malik,” she pleads.
I stay determined and straight faced. I don’t want to hide us from anyone. I want to go over to her house, help put Dahlia to bed, then fuck my girl unconscious. Jesus, I’ve fantasized about her pussy gripping my dick and I don’t think I can last much longer without knowing the feeling.
She blinks her eyes at me a couple of times then loosens her hold on my wrist. She places her napkin back on her lap and looks at Dahlia.
“Dahlia. How would you like to order dessert and take it home? The three of us can go have some cake or pie and watch a movie.”
Her spoon freezes mid-air, a few pieces of rice falling back to the plate.
“The three of us? Like…Mr. Dare, too?”
I smile like a goofy kid and nod. “Would that be okay with you?”
“Yes!” she shouts and throws her arms up, flinging rice everywhere.
“Oh my gosh.” Soleil moves to clean up, but I nudge her back into her seat and do the cleaning up myself.
I’m a kindergarten teacher. I’ve become a pro at cleaning up everything from crunched goldfish to glitter. Fucking glitter . Whoever invented that is a sadist.
“I’m gonna get cheesecake. No wait! Cookies. Yeah. No. Cake.” She rambles a list of desserts that may not even be on the menu.
“Tell you what. We’ll get one of everything,” I tell her.
And we do. Five items ordered to go and for me and my girls to share. Maybe my Sunny Girl will let me eat her instead. I bet nothing is sweeter.