10. Brielle
One night away from my man and I was a wreck.
I’d tossed and turned all night in my bed and woke up mad at the world.
Nothing compared to the scent of James on the sheets of his bed.
Nothing compared to the warmth his hold on me had.
His soft snores were the perfect lullaby.
The thump of his heart against my ear was the perfect white noise I needed for a peaceful rest.
When night two rolled around, I’d tossed and turned for hours before I sat up and grabbed my phone. It was well after eleven o’clock at night, almost approaching midnight.
I sent the eyes emoji to the group chat and hoped my friends were up to keep me company because James was at work tonight.
TAVA:
girl, what are you doing texting this late at night?
LYNAE:
she probably finna say something about that man that’s been holding her captive the last month lol
ME:
Forget both of y’all. I’m just up bored. All I wanted was for my friends to entertain me.
TAVA:
Girl, you better tell that man to entertain you. Why you not laid up under him like you were?
LYNAE:
Don’t tell us its already trouble in paradise
ME:
He’s at work and I figured I’d go home and live in the place I’m paying rent at, but this shit is for the birdsssssss
TAVA:
Girl, surprise him, so when he gets home, you’re waiting in his bed for him.
ME:
You know what, you might be on to something.
I hopped out of bed, ignoring the steady stream of text messages from my girls.
Tava had given me a great idea. I would pay for a ride, use the key James had given me on the tenth day of my three-week stay at his home, and get comfortable.
I’d be his pleasant surprise when he walked into the house after a long night at the club.
“What should I put on for my man? He’s had me cornrows and black body wave for three weeks. It’s time to switch it up.” I looked at myself in the mirror and did a three sixty. I examined my body and decided tonight I would be his naughty girl.
An hour later, my bag had a fresh arrangement of clothes, shoes, my hard drives for work, and a few items to add to our fun in bed.
I pulled on a pair of biker shorts and a graphic tee to get me over to James’s house, then I would put on a sexy black lingerie set.
I set the plan, and now all I needed was to execute.
“Brielle.”
The gentle voice lulled me awake. My eyes lifted and adjusted to the darkness in the room. I didn’t account for the fact James’s sheets would be soft, warm, and cozy when I lay in bed to wait for him when I arrived. I had fallen asleep and didn’t get to greet him like I wanted to.
“James. I wanted to surprise you with my presence.”
“I am thoroughly surprised. I didn’t see your car when I pulled up. Thought you were Goldilocks, and I was gon’ have to empty the clip on your ass.”
I laughed at him calling me Goldilocks because I’d pulled out my 613 blonde wig.
The straight hair looked like it was coming right out of my scalp by the way I installed the unit.
I had done a full face of makeup as well.
I wanted to be his naughty girl but had ended up a sleepy girl instead.
Hopefully, he wasn’t too tired to flip me and fill me with the dick.
“Not load the choppa and let it rain. James, please. I ordered a ride to drop me off.”
He chuckled. “On everything I love. But you need to answer this next question carefully.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and a serious expression pulled at his sexy ass features.
“What?”
“Did you wear this lil outfit on the ride you booked?” He furrowed his eyebrows as his lips tugged into a deep frown. His eyes perused my frame.
“If I did? What would you do?” I smirked as I sat up in bed and eyed him mischievously.
“You want to play with me?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
“Brielle.” The look on his face said I was in danger of being taught a lesson. The tone told me he wasn’t in a playful mood. Unfortunately for him, I was.
“What would you do if I told you I had this lingerie set on and the driver bent me over the back seat and—ooo shit!”
James was on me faster than I could blink. His hands had wrapped around me as he pinned me to the mattress.
“I look like the type of nigga to play about shit like this?”
“Well, maybe I want to be punished. Sometimes a girl wants to be handled by her man after pushing his buttons.”
“You want me to bend you over the back seat of my truck?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“C’mon. I’ll make sure you know not to play like this again.”
He picked me up—all two hundred and seventy-five pounds—and carried me through the house to the front door.
“James! You’re really going to fuck me in the driveway?” I asked in disbelief.
“You said this is what you wanted. I’m finna give you exactly what you’re asking for.” He led me to the truck and opened the driver’s side back seat door. He tossed my ass into the back and smacked my ass.
“I’m gon’ give you five seconds to get into position. You wanted this shit, right?”
“Mmm. Yes!”
“Five. Four.”
I moved with haste to bend my ass over the back seat. The lingerie set I wore had a peekaboo cut out in the panties, so when I bent over, he saw my dripping wet pussy on full display. This side of James had my pussy gushing with excitement and arousal.
“Look at your pussy wet as fuck for me.” James smacked my ass hard. The sound echoed through the car. I didn’t give a damn if the neighbors heard me or saw me. All I cared about was James giving me everything I asked for.
“Fuck!” I moaned out as he spread my legs and dug his face deep into my entrance. His tongue explored every inch of my pussy. He ate me so good, I started seeing stars.
“I better be the only man to taste this shit. You hear me? Nobody else better even think about touching my pussy. You hear me?” he asked in a low bravado.
“Y-yes!” I came with force all over the seat.
He sunk his teeth into my ass cheek. I whimpered as the pain turned to pleasure. Within a few moments, James’s dick was plunging into me.
My body quaked as he filled me, just as I’d hoped for. His full length had me addicted. If I could mold that shit and mount it on the wall, I would. James knew how to hit every one of my spots. He knew how to satisfy me, down to my soul.
“James!” I moaned.
“You learned your lesson?” he asked between thrusts. He’d wrapped my hair around his hand and used it like a rope. He pulled it back so my back would arch. The change in angles had my legs shaking like a stripper in a blizzard.
Smack!
James used his free hand to slap my ass. “I asked you a question, Goldilocks. Did you learn . . . your . . . fucking . . . lesson?”
My legs went limp as the powerful orgasm poured from me. I’d never had an experience as powerful as this. Instead of letting me catch my breath, James turned me onto my back, folded me like a pretzel, and continued to dig into me. My eyes watered as I looked up at his face.
“Why are you fucking me like this?” I cried as the tears slid down my face.
“Ain’t this what you wanted? You said you wanted to be punished. You gon’ feel all of me.” He pumped into me with precision. I wasn’t even sure I had anymore to give him, but he was determined to get every drop out of me.
He leaned close, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he kissed on my exposed skin. His lips wrapped around my ear lobe. He sucked on my earlobe and the sensation had me seeing stars. I whimpered when he removed his mouth from my ear and hovered over me.
“Brielle. Look me in my eyes. I need to see your face while I’m filling you with all this nut. Look at me.”
My eyes lazily lifted to lock with his. He stroked into me with precision. Each thrust tapped my spot and made my soul beg for mercy. The fire in his eyes was intoxicating.
“I love you, Brielle.” He tucked his lip between his teeth as streams of his cum filled me.
“I love you, too, baby.” I used the last of my energy to pull my lips into a grin.
“I’m gon’ have to get a premium wash tomorrow before work,” he commented as he slid out of me and pulled his pants up.
“Mmm,” was all I could muster up before my eyes closed.
“Nah, baby. You can’t go to sleep yet. We’ve got to get you back in the house and cleaned up.”
“You gotta carry me, baby. Use those muscles one more time, please.”
He chuckled. “Fine.”
He kissed my thighs before he scooped me up bridal style. He used his hip to close the door to his truck before he carried me into the house. Everything after that was a blur. The last thing I remembered was placing my head on his chest and listening to his heart beat in my ear.
a few weeks later
“Uncle James!” The cutest little girl shouted as we entered the modern style brick home. The home was warm and welcoming. The soft voice of Anita Baker filled the air while the scent of food hugged me.
“Hey, Roro.” James bent down and scooped the young child into his arms. He stood up, and she kissed his cheek before her eyes landed on me. I smiled nicely at her curious face.
“Uncle James, who is this?”
“This is my girlfriend, Brielle. Brielle, this is my baby girl, Rose.”
I extended my hand for a shake. “Nice to meet you, Rose. You have a beautiful name.”
“Thank you! You’re pretty!” Rose replied animatedly.
“Thank you. So are you.”
“One down, two to go.” James smirked as he put his niece back on her feet. I watched as she ran in the opposite direction of us.
James led me into the dining room where his mother and sister were. When their eyes met mine, they grinned.
“Ahhhh! She’s really here!” his sister exclaimed.
“I told you not to fangirl, Jas.” James shook his head.
“My bad. She’s just even prettier in person. My goodness.” Jasmine stood up and pulled me into a hug.
I hugged her back. When she let me go, I spoke. “Girl, I’m just a regular girl from Cade’s Cove. I appreciate the love you show on my page though. I followed your lash page and your personal page.”
“Thank you, sister-in-law. I’m gonna start taking my lash business serious.”
“I’m usually a strip girl because I don’t want people playing near my eyes. However, I don’t mind checking you out when you’ve gotten a couple reviews.”
“Eeek! Thank you,” she replied.
“No problem.”
James pushed her out of the way, and they play fought for a few moments before their mom cut in. “Hey, y’all cut that out and let me meet the girl who has softened up my baby’s heart.”
“Hi, Mrs. Hill. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Girl, you gon’ be calling me Mama soon enough. You do not have to keep up with the formalities.”
“Yes, ma’am. My mama raised me in a somewhat strict home. She drilled Southern hospitality into my core. It’s going to take me a while to get comfortable calling you anything other than Mrs. somebody.”
Mrs. Hill smiled. “Okay, I can respect that. Have a seat and let’s get acquainted.”
“Mama, can we get acquainted after we eat?” James asked as he lifted a lid to a pot in the kitchen. I hadn’t even noticed he’d disappeared out of the room until I looked over the island to see him examining whatever was on the stove.
“Boy, get out of my pots with your dirty, unwashed hands!”
“That’s cold, Mama. I washed my hands.” James shook his head but listened. He rubbed his hands together.
“I hope you’re ready to deal with his appetite.” Mrs. Hill tossed the statement over her shoulder as she met James in the kitchen.
My first response would have been inappropriate to say to his mother, so instead, I nodded and joined them in the kitchen.
“You get your impatience from your daddy, boy.”
“Now if I said Jasmine gets her annoy?—”
“You’re on thin ice, buddy. Finish that sentence and see where you end up.” She tilted her head to test his gangster.
“My fault, big pimp. I don’t want no smoke, Mama.”
They had a cute interaction while I washed and dried my hands.
The Hills were the first family I’d met associated with someone I was dating.
Many men had come and gone, and none of those relationships had ever progressed to this point.
Back then, all of my value was between my legs to men.
James had seen me for more than that in record time.
“Brielle, do you like pot roast and potatoes?” Mrs. Hill asked.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll eat most things,” I answered.
“Change that most to some. Wait until the holidays roll around and y’all see what she puts on her plate.”
My jaw nearly dislocated from how hard my mouth dropped in surprise. “Throwing me and my tastebuds under the bus is crazy.”
His mother and sister eyed me curiously, but it was his sister who posed the question, “So what do you put on your plate for Thanksgiving?”
“Macaroni, Hawaiian rolls, and maybe a turkey wing,” I answered proudly. I braced myself for the attack.
“You and Rose will both have the same plate, then.” Jasmine giggled.
“I knew when I met Rose, she was a real one. The real always recognize real.”
My comments had the whole house hooting and hollering.
The nerves had eased, and it felt like I was in the room with family.
Hell, I was in the room with family. James’s mother and sister welcomed me with open arms, made me feel safe and secure—just as James had done since the first day we met.
His family heavily influenced the way he loved and cared for me.
I was in a new safe space around his mother and sister.
Our kids would be too .