Prologue #2
“You’re in the club that’s hosting?” she asked, answering his question with one of her own.
“Yeah, somethin’ like that. Now answer my question.” He licked his juicy lips as he gazed down at her. She noticed he had a couple of small tattoos on his face. Normally, that would make her face frown up, but she found it super attractive on him.
“My cousin and best friend dragged me here. They heard about it through the grapevine and wanted to come check it out.”
“You been here long?”
“Just got here.”
“How lucky of me to have found you right away then.” His eyes never left hers.
His words hung in the air between them as they silently battled it out in a staring contest.
Finally, Devyn cleared her throat and tore her gaze away from him. “I should find my girls.”
“They said somethin’ ’bout gettin’ a drink.
You want one?” Devyn’s head moved up and down before she could even think about her response.
Haze grinned and reached his large hand out to her.
She noted the tattoos covering his hands and wondered what each of them meant before she fit her dainty manicured hand inside his palm.
He walked her through the thick crowd of people while nerves danced around her.
She wasn’t a woman who turned to mush over men.
Her parents taught her all about self-worth and taking things slow when it came to romantic relationships, so why did she find herself wanting to follow Haze to the pits of Hell, if that was wherever he wanted to lead her?
When they ended up at a side door of some random house, she didn’t even hesitate to follow him inside.
Girl, get it together. You could be following this man to your death, and you’re doing it with a damn smile on your face.
Devyn quickly turned her girlish grin into a passive face as she looked around the room they were now in. Actually, it wasn’t a room at all. It was a garage the size of a damn warehouse. She quickly realized it was connected to the house they had just been standing in front of with all the bikes.
“Whoa,” she muttered as she took a few more steps inside the massive garage. Her heels echoed off the concrete walls and high ceilings.
“I keep my private stash of liquor in here,” he said as he moved down the rows of bikes toward the back of the space.
Devyn idly followed him, her eyes shifting from the luxury bikes to the way Haze walked. She bit her bottom lip as she got caught up in this mystery of a man.
Shaking her head, she tried to focus on something other than him and asked, “Do these bikes belong to the club?”
Haze reached a small cupboard in the back and grabbed a bottle of brown liquor and two crystal glasses. He poured their drinks as he responded. “They belong to me, Thicka.”
Her eyes bulged. “All these are yours?”
The one outside he claimed was his had to have cost a pretty penny. This garage had to be worth millions. Multi-millions.
“Yeah.” He cheesed all in her face as he handed her a glass.
Deeply impressed and with nothing else to say, she raised her glass to clink his. “Cheers to that, then, shit.”
He chuckled before he downed his drink. Something told her it wasn’t his first of the night and that it wouldn’t be his last.
She sipped hers slowly, well aware that liquor would cause her to make some very bad decisions. As she eyed him, she realized this man alone would cause her to make some bad decisions, but something in her was 100 percent okay with that.
“You wanna sit?” Haze asked.
She noticed he looked down at her feet. The heels she wore might look uncomfortable, but they weren’t. She lived in heels. Aside from cars, shoes were her guilty pleasure.
Still, she nodded.
Haze glanced around, probably noticing the lack of seating in the garage, and then he surprised her.
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her.
Just as she was about to protest, he placed her on the wide seat of a bike and stepped back, dropping his hands from her sides. She instantly missed his touch.
“I could have gotten up here just fine.” But thank you oh so kindly for your help. She licked her lips as she peered at him.
Haze’s eyes slowly made their way down her body. Like, really painfully slow. She felt her entire body heat up as he considered her. When he finally looked back into her brown eyes, he said, “I don’t know, Thicka. You a lil thang. That’s a big boy bike.”
“Why you keep callin’ me that? And what, you think I can’t handle a big boy bike?” One of her brows arched in challenge. She was pretty sure that by that point they both knew they weren’t still talking about bikes.
He chuckled and flicked his nose. “You see how thick you are? Them thighs in those shorts should be a crime, love.” Devyn glanced down at the denim shorts she wore.
Her chocolate thighs were on full display, and the black bodysuit she wore snatched her waist in and showed off her perfect titties.
She knew she looked good, but she appreciated that Haze seemed to know it as well.
For some reason, what he thought seemed to matter to her.
Why? She had no clue. Normally, she would duck and dodge a man like him.
That kind of trouble was the last thing she needed in her life.
He took a step closer to her and licked his lips.
“And for the record, I think you can handle a big boy bike just fine.”
Devyn couldn’t even blame her next action on the liquor.
It was straight vibes that caused her to tug on his black T-shirt so he was close to her face.
It was chemistry that made her kiss him.
It was desire that forced a moan out of her mouth.
She had never felt so connected with a random ass stranger.
Her mind raced as she leaned into the kiss.
Haze’s hand wrapped around her neck. He didn’t squeeze, but the presence of it there made her feel hot all over. She opened her legs for him, and the glass she had been holding onto fell from her grasp and shattered on the ground.
Neither of them seemed to notice as Haze dropped his pants and pulled out his dick while she wiggled out of her shorts.
This wasn’t her. This wasn’t something she ever did.
Devyn felt like she was going through an out-of-body experience.
The alpha energy Haze gave drove her wild and had her acting all out of sorts.
One thing was for certain: Devyn could never claim that Haze was like them other niggas.
No other man walking the planet could ever say they had or could be in his position.
Devyn was the type of woman who men had to work hard for. She never gave her pussy away so easily, and she kept her heart locked up tightly. A few simple words from this man, and she was ready to give it all up to him. All of it. Every single part of her that nobody else had ever touched.
When he hesitated at her slick opening, she realized quickly what the problem was. “Do you have a condom?”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t plannin’ on bein’ in this position right now.”
Shit. She didn’t have one either.
“Are you clean?” she asked.
Without responding, he leaned over and grabbed his phone, which was in the pocket of his pants that were on the floor.
She reached for her phone but found it hard to focus on pulling up her test results because the monster between Haze’s legs stared straight at her.
She wanted to touch it, but she needed to be responsible first.
After they showed their test results and confirmed that they were both healthy, Devyn gazed up at him curiously as if to say, now what?
She had never had unprotected sex before, but Haze made her want to.
She felt so dumb for being so wide open for this man she barely knew, but she couldn’t help it. She literally couldn’t help herself.
“I’ll pull out. You gonna let me feel that sweet ass pussy?” Haze asked as he leaned down and kissed her neck.
“Yes.” She moaned, and her breath hitched as she felt his dick at her entrance again.
He slid into her with ease, and they sighed in relief, as if this was the only thing they had been waiting for their entire lives.
Devyn’s hand found the handlebar of the bike and gripped it so she could lean back and spread her legs wider. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to give him all of her.
“Why you got me actin’ like this, Thicka? Huh?”
She wanted to ask him the same thing, but all she could do was mutter, “I’m sorry.”
His hand found her throat again. “You sorry? Show me you sorry, baby. Let me see how sorry you are.”
Devyn pushed him away, and before he could mutter another word, she dropped to her knees. He hissed as he let air out between his teeth. His hand found the back of her head, and Devyn happily took all of him down her throat.
Now she knew for a fact she was acting brand-new.
Sucking dick had never been her thing, and especially not with a nigga she’d just met, but Haze had her moaning and toying with her clit as she slurped on his dick.
She was so turned on, she just knew there would be a puddle below where she currently squatted.
After a few minutes, Haze pulled away and then tugged her up. “That’s how it is?”
She couldn’t even grin or nod before he turned her around, so her hands now gripped the seat of the motorcycle, and he slid back into her. Her hand found her clit, and her back arched.
“Shit . . .” She moaned as she threw her ass back at him.
“Cum on this dick. I need that from you, baby. Cum for me.”
Who was she to deny this crazy man she had just met? Her body shivered as she came undone. His hands gripped her waist and didn’t allow her to slump over the bike. The way he drilled into her had her cumming back-to-back. She’d never experienced anything like it.
Haze moaned, which she found so sexy. Most men were too cool to show how much they enjoyed good pussy, but Haze proved not to be like most men. When he grunted and then stilled, Devyn frowned.
“Did you just cum?” she asked.
“I swear I tried to pull out, but your shit had a vice grip on me,” he explained as she stood straight and turned to stare up at him.
She couldn’t even be mad . . . He was so handsome. Wait, what the hell? She needed to get her shit together because yes the fuck she could be mad. A fine face didn’t mean she wanted a replica of it running around.
“It’s cool. I’ll take a Plan B.” She snatched her shorts and panties up off the ground with shame washing over her and nut running out of her. Haze grabbed a few paper towels and handed them to her. She grabbed them without looking at him. “Thanks.”
“Aye, my bad, love. I swear I ain’t mean to do that shit. You on birth control?”
Devyn snorted. No.
“Look, it’s cool. I had fun, but I need to get going.” Without looking at him again, she dashed down the rows of bikes and pulled the door open, disappearing through it and back into the party.
Haze
“Aye, hold up,” Haze called out as he ran out of the garage. He looked through the thick crowd, but she had already disappeared. “Fuck. Ain’t even get her name.”
Haze was about to tell the DJ to cut the music and shout out to everyone to stop what they were doing and look for Thicka, but God had other plans, apparently.
Gunshots rang out, loud and persistent. It took a split second for Haze to realize what was happening.
Niggas knew better than to bring any type of drama to their block, but he quickly realized it wasn’t the partygoers that were shooting.
The distinct sound of engines revving caught his attention.
People screamed and ran for cover. It was chaos.
Haze tried to make his way through the crowd toward the shots. He was never one to run from confrontation. He caught a glimpse of cheap blue motorcycles turning the corner as the shots stopped ringing out.
“Prez, you good?” Dame asked as he covered his girl on the ground.
Haze nodded and looked around. His heart slowed a bit when he noticed his sister and cousin cowering behind one of the bikes on the lawn.
They were good. Check. His eyes scanned the chaotic crowd again, and he found Gideon and Glimmer.
Gideon stood tall on his feet, looking around like Haze, while Glimmer was tucked behind his massive frame.
Haze locked eyes with his best friend. He saw relief in Gideon, and they nodded at each other. Gideon and Glimmer were good. Check.
“Prez, you want me to go after them?” Pup asked, running up to Haze frantically.
Relief flooded Haze. Pup was good. Check.
Haze shook his head. “Nah, but party’s over. Shut this shit down. If anyone got hit, get them help and call the clean-up crew if need be. I’ll call my connect at the police department. Gather VK up. Church in five, you hear me?”
Pup nodded and ran off. Haze’s blood boiled as he walked over to his sister and cousin. He grabbed their shaking arms and pulled them into the house so he could calm them down. His mind couldn’t really focus, though.
The only thought that plagued him was that he prayed the mystery woman made it home safely and that he would see her again.