Chapter 29
29
MALICE
W hile we wait for our food to be delivered, Rue hangs out in the living room, and I prep the rooftop for a night out. She insisted on helping, but making this moment special for her is for me to do.
I knew I would eventually bring Rue up there. I just didn’t know when that time would be. We have catching up to do, and what better way to get to know one another again than while staring up at the stars?
After I’m done with the finishing touches on the rooftop and getting our food from the delivery guy, I help Rue access the rooftop from the pre-hung steps that fall from the ceiling between our rooms.
“So that’s what the square opening is for.” Rue glances over her shoulder. She is one step above me, putting us eye to eye. “Very awesome. Do you bring your girls up there for a night of stargazing?” she teases.
“You’ll be the first, Rue.” And the last.
Her face softens. “Thank you.”
Her gaze drops to my mouth, and she ducks her head. I swear I hear her say under her breath, “Professional, professional, professional,” as though the chant will make her wish come true. Sorry, beautiful, but I am aiming for a workplace romance.
As she makes her way up the steps, I follow close behind her in case she slips. We make it to the attic and then step out of the large window that opens to the rooftop.
She stops, and I collide with her. Rue lurches forward. I sling my free arm across her stomach and tug her to me. “Easy there.”
Rue sweeps out her arm. “You did all this for me?”
I rest my chin on the top of her head and see my lame efforts to please her through her eyes.
A chaise lounge faces the view of the open fields. In front of it is a small wooden table with two empty bowls for our pho and a six-pack of Rue’s favorite soda. On either side of the lounge are heat lamps. I wouldn’t want Rue to freeze off her cute tush.
Strung across the railings are balls of white lights mixed with twinkling ones in Rue’s favorite color—magenta.
That color light was hard to find, but my bro Trace searched high and low and found the last string at the auto store, of all places.
“It’s nothing fancy,” I say. “Do you like it?” That is a dumb question to ask. I can feel the force of her smile hit me where I shouldn’t let it—my heart.
She tips her head back and looks at me. Her brown eyes gleam. “I love it. Thank you, Malice.”
I drop a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re welcome.”
Her eyes soften, and fuck me, I am digging the eye action from her. I let go of her. We take our seats and prep our pho.
“You remember,” she says with a crooked smile as she watches me put all the fixings in.
“How could I forget our first date, Rue?”
It was after I taught her how to drive and made her promise she would drop her habit of making things disappear. A nice way of telling her to stop with the thievery.
“I loved those times so much. It was fun visiting different places like McMillan and Dumas. Alexandria and Montgomery are next on my list of places to visit. One day, I would like to go out of state and tick off each state one by one. Afterward, it’ll be countries, starting with Asia.”
I’ve never heard this dream of hers, and I am fully invested in the conversation. Not that it takes much for me to become interested in anything Rue says. I never know what will come from this beautiful girl’s mouth.
“We should take a drive to Alexandria one weekend and the following weekend, Montgomery. My family owns homes in both places.”
“Really?” Her eyes widen. “That would be awesome. I should have enough money saved up by the end of next month. Should we try for the weekends after the new year? Can we go clubbing? Explore all the touristy places?”
She is so excited. “Anything you want.” Smiling, I use my chopsticks and shovel noodles and pieces of meatballs into my mouth.
We are seated side by side on the lounge. Our elbows bump with every bite we take of our food. I shoulder bump her, and she bumps me back.
“You put me on your right for a reason,” she accuses with a teasing lilt in her voice.
“How could I forget you’re a lefty?”
She crosses her eyes and sticks her tongue out. We laugh. I am at peace with the stars above us and the moon shining brightly in the silence. However, having Rue next to me brings me the most peace.
“Do you mind if I put on some music?” I ask.
“Not at all.” Rue sips on her Diet Coke.
I pull out my cell phone, find the playlist, and press play. “Gloria” by Laura Branigan plays.
“You did not?” Rue covers her smile with her hand. I can’t take my eyes off the shine in hers. “This is the playlist from our trip to Dumas.”
We put together a mix of her favorites and mine.
Rue grabs my hands and tugs me onto my feet. “Come on, we gotta dance.”
We belt out the lyrics and swing our arms and hips. Rue jumps up and down on the tips of her sneakers, miming a microphone to her mouth as she sings along. She is drop-dead gorgeous in a pair of heather gray pajama bottoms and a pink long-sleeve top with the words “Bite Me” written across her chest.
At some point in the song, I stopped dancing. I am tracking Rue as she dances circles around me. I’m dizzy watching her. Laughing, she grabs my hands, and we go round and round. I grin wide. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced a carefree moment.
We collapse onto the lounge with huge grins on our faces. “Gloria” ends and “Too Many Nights” from Metro Boomin and Future comes on.
“More. More.” Rue laughs and pulls me back onto my feet.
She mimes putting on a pair of shades and shimmying her bottoms low on her hips, she lowers her butt and pretends she’s driving a car.
One hand is on an imaginary steering column, and the other taps to the tune. I laugh. She mimes lowering her shades and crooks her finger. This girl is fucking hot, and I can’t resist or deny the heat between us any longer.
I grab her by the waist, walk her backward, and cage her against the shed with my palms on either side of her head. Her breathing quickens. Her lips part. I lean in close. Her fingers drop to the button on my jeans. I slide my hand under her thick, fucking luscious hair. Cupping the back of her neck, I bring her mouth to mine.
“Say no, and I’ll stop.”
“I would never refuse you, Malice.”
Groaning, I rest my forehead on hers. Why did she have to go and say that line? It’s a line that turned me the fuck on two years ago and one that continues to get me hard for her. But it’s the same line that got us into trouble and got her pregnant when we made love without a condom. This time will be different.
I pull a wrapper from my back pocket. “I won’t have you going through another heartache.”
She stares at the wrapper. Tears well up in her eyes. The music fades to the background. Time stills. My gut clenches. My rod softens. Rue looks away from me. I blow out a breath.
“I ruined the mood, didn’t I?” I pocket the wrapper.
Rue wraps her arms around me. “You turn me on when you think about our safety.” She removes the condom from my pocket and tucks the wrapper inside her bra.
Rue presses her mouth on mine, and I am lost to her sweet mouth and skillful tongue. Her tongue tangles with mine. She is warm and wet. What I imagine she is down there. My cock hardens and twitches.
“Should we move this inside?” I caress the side of her face with my knuckles.
Rue shakes her head. “I want us to make love under the moon and the stars, like that first time for us.”
Like that first time for us .
Like that last time for us.
Is that the reason I can’t get over Rue? Our first time was also our last when we should have had more time to make love and explore one another’s bodies? I shove that thought to the back of my mind. I’ll take Trace’s advice and live in the moment. I won’t think of the future with or without Rue by my side.
“Make love to me just like this, Malice. No bed. No truck bed. Just me and you, here.”
“On one condition,” I say.
Her eyebrows tug low. I remove my hoodie and help her put it on. “You’re not freezing your ass off on my watch.”
Rue takes my hands and slips them under her shirt. “I would never refuse you, Malice.”
She is on to my weakness.
I splay my large hands over her small waist. Her skin is warm, soft, and flawless. I coast my hands up her sides and cup her breasts. Rue’s chest rises and falls as I roll one nipple, then the other, between my fingers. I take it slow with Rue and worship her body with my fingers and my mouth, though my boner straining against the front of my jeans longs to take the heat between us from zero to seconds flat.
I talk my steel rod down. If I can help it, there will be no premature anything. I want this night to last a lifetime.
I press my mouth to Rue’s and inhale her scent. She smells sweet, like honey and vanilla. I move my mouth on hers from side to side. Her lips are soft and full. I tug on her fuller upper lip with my teeth and suck the fullness into my mouth.
She whimpers. I slide my thigh between her sweet spot. Rue wraps her arms around my neck and grinds on my leg.
“More, Malice.”
I place my finger to her mouth. “Suck, baby.”
She opens her mouth, and I slip my finger inside. She sucks. In. Out. Her mouth is wet, tight. My finger is thick. I picture my hard, thick rod sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my knees weaken. A groan slips from me.
“Fuck. Fuck, baby.”
Rue grabs ahold of my hand and sucks on my finger like how I want her to suck on my cock. She wraps her small hands around my beefy wrist and moves her head up and down my finger. I slip another finger inside her mouth.
My hand goes low. I cup her sex. Rue is so wet, her pussy juices soak through her PJ bottoms. I slip my hand down her pants. My fingers graze bare skin. A thrill goes through me. It’s electric, bringing every nerve in my body to attention.
“You’re not wearing underwear.” I pinch her swollen nub. She sucks in a breath. I circle the pad of my thumb over the slippery knot. She moans and grinds on my hand.
“I need you, Malice.” Rue yanks on my hair, brings me down to her, and crushes her mouth over mine.
She is wanton. Rue is crazy with need. She fumbles with the button and zipper on my jeans. I help her and drop my pants until they pool at my ankles.
Rue lowers to her knees. Uh-uh. I stop her from kneeling in front of me with my fingers trenched in her hair. This moment is all about her.
“Let me get you off, babe.”
Thank fuck she nods. Otherwise, I would finger fuck her until she came before she begged me to eat her out.
I tongue the corner of her mouth and kiss her from one corner to the other. She’s done with the small pecks. Her mouth devours mine. The kiss is like my first taste of my father’s finest whiskey. Smooth on my tongue. Warm in my mouth. Heat low in my belly as the liquid slides down smooth and warm in my throat.
I can’t get enough of her mouth on mine. I tilt her head and deepen our kiss. She whimpers, moans, and tugs me fully against her lower half with her palms on my ass cheeks through my boxers.
This girl drives me crazy with how much she wants me. My heartbeat thuds against my rib cage. My blood courses through my veins. I want to fill her full in one stroke, but I have to taste her first.
I break off the kiss and give her a fair warning. “I’m going to make you come on my face before your pussy milks my cock for everything it’s worth, baby.”
“Do your worst, Malice.” She strips off her bottoms.
I groan. She is killing me softly. I get down on my knees, and cupping her ass cheeks, I press my face to her pussy. She guides me with her fingers in my hair. I lap up her flavor. She tastes good. I tongue her clit and lick up and down her slit. Her shudder hits me deep in my core. Fuck, that’s hot. I’ll never tire of her body’s reaction to me.
I lather attention on the inside of her left thigh with my mouth and my tongue. Her fingers dig into my scalp. I move my mouth next to the tattoo on her inner right thigh. Rue’s homage to us.
Damn it, she inked herself at sixteen. The age doesn’t matter to me. It’s the fact that she let a guy near her hot spot.
Only my face should be near her pussy. I lick and drop kisses on the gray and red outlines of her tattoos. Her thighs tremble. I move from the angel and devil tattoo in the shape of a heart and bury my face in her heat. Her pussy weeps. I worship her pussy until she comes on my face with a soft sigh. Her flavor and juices coat my tongue. I glance up. She looks down. There is awe on her face. She brings her hand to my mouth and swipes her fingers over my lips. Rue licks her juices off her fingers and my dick grows thicker and harder.
I rise and give her a better taste of her flavor. My mouth crashes over hers. Our tongues tangle.
Never have I given another girl oral. Rue was and is it for me. After having a taste again, I’ll only want her flavor and muskiness.
We slow the kiss. Deepen it. I chuck my boxers and reach for the condom wrapper she’s hidden inside her bra. After gloving up, I lift Rue and seat her on my cock inch by thick inch.
With every inch, I check on her. Any sign of discomfort from my girl, and I’ll stop.
“More,” she murmurs into my mouth.
I fill her to the hilt with a final thrust. My dick in her tight pussy feels so fucking good; I see stars in the back of my eyes as I close them. She sets her forehead on mine. There’s a light caress between our bodies. I open my eyes and look down. Rue strokes the skin above my cock.
“We fit perfectly,” she says with wonderment in her voice.
“We do, baby.” I move her against the shed and thrust in and out of her. She tightens her inner muscles. I groan. Tight. Too tight and wet.
“I gotta sit us down, Rue.”
In the heat of passion, she has the whereabouts to kiss my damn nose. My knees weaken. There’s a fluttering in my chest. Rue is adorable and sexy as fuck.
I move us to the lounge and sit. She goes up and down on my cock. I grab her hips and bring her down on my rod over and over. Her fingers circle her clit. She moans and goes up and down as she rubs her clit. What she does is so fucking hot, I can’t hold on much longer.
“Ride me, Rue.”
Her inner muscles tighten around my cock. Her small hands hold on tight to my shoulders. Rue slams down on my cock with her pussy over and over.
The tension in my groin grows. Heat washes over me. No way in hell will I come before my girl.
I fist my fingers in Rue’s hair, claim her mouth with mine, and rub the pad of my thumb on the slippery knot.
Rue is wet. Her mouth is warm and yielding. The strands of her hair are soft and there is so much of it. I shove my other hand in the strands, gather them in both hands and tug her head back.
Rue moans and moves faster on my cock. Her mouth parts. Her eyes close. Her inner muscles clench my cock. My cock thickens and hardens more. Fuck. Fuck. She’ll milk me for all I’m worth. And I am all hers.
“Malice, I’m close.”
I’m ready to help her ride me hard. Ready for her to break apart on my cock. But my next words contradict what’s happening between my legs.
“Not yet, baby. I gotta have another taste.” I reach under her arms and pull her off my steel rod.
“Malice?” Hooded eyes. Swollen lips from my rough kisses. I roll off the condom and drop kisses of apology on her mouth before I get her on her back on the lounge.
I dip my head between her thighs and have my second and third taste until she breaks apart on my face and my name echoes in the silence of the night.
Satisfied, I glove up again and bury my cock deep inside Rue. I move in and out of her nice and slow.
“Faster.” She rests her heels on my shoulders. “Harder.” She grips my biceps.
My dick is cocooned inside her tight, wet channel. Warm. Wet. Tight. Fuck. Fuck .
I take her fast and hard. She hangs on tight. I slide my palms under her ass and tip her hips up. I drive into her.
Rue comes with a tremble of her body and a moan that hits me at my core.
Jesus H. Christ, I’ll never tire of her body’s reaction to mine or the soft sounds of her come. I shoot my cum in the condom and claim her mouth with mine.
She’s so beautiful when she comes and I tell her so.
She smiles. “You’re beautiful too.”
“Is that so?”
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Malice.” Her fingers graze my mouth. The caress is soft and intimate.
We dress in silence. I pull her onto my lap.
For the next hour, we stare at the stars and talk. I love it—I love joking with her and learning more about what she was up to during the two years we were apart.
What we don’t talk about is the baby.
Eventually, I would like to know more. But for now, I’ll live in the moment and leave talking about the past for Rue to initiate.