Chapter 13
Meleck
“What’s wrong?” I ask Wren.
She’s been quiet ever since we came up here. At some point during dinner, she shut down and stopped talking and I don’t know what’s up. I do know it’s fucking with me though.
“Nothing,” she says dismissively, lying for sure. Whatever it is, it’s written all over her pretty face. It also prompts her to grab the remote and turn the TV on, something she has never done.
“Ay,” I say as I grab the remote. “We’re not doing that.”
“Doing what?” she says and I notice the slight roll of her eyes.
Something is definitely up.
After powering the TV off and placing the remote on the table on my side of the bed, I turn to face her. “What’s really up with you? And don’t say nothing. Something is up,” I say.
“Why won’t you take the job?” she asks before crossing her arms over her chest.
This morning there had been a power surge at The Phoxes Den in the milking farm.
It’s a cattle ranch, so no power in the huge milking barn is a big ass deal.
The owner tried to get one of the only three electricians in town to come out to the ranch but none were available, so my unc called me.
I went, did my thing, and had the power back up and their issue fixed in a couple of hours.
The owner was so impressed and pleased that he offered me a job as his in-house electrician.
After thinking it over, I turned him down.
“I don’t want to be tied down to one place.”
“So you don’t want to stay here?” she snaps.
“That’s what you think?”
“What else is there to think?”
Clearly, this woman has no idea I’m obsessed with her. I slide my arm under her back and pull her closer to me. She wiggles a little but stops when I wrap my other arm around her and hold her tightly.
“You are here, so of course I want to stay. I want to be wherever you are.”
“Really?” she has the nerve to ask.
“Real shit,” I assure her. “I don’t know what you did to me, but you are all I want. I want to be right here with your mean ass.”
She grins, then says, “I’m not mean.”
“You’ve been mean to me since dinner.”
“Well, you said you didn’t take the job.”
“I didn’t take the job because there’s a better opportunity if I work for myself.
There are only three electricians here in Miller’s Pointe.
Three who clearly have limited hours and don’t want to work.
I do. Working for myself, I can work at The Phoxes Den, Circle Bar G, Pancake House, shit, anywhere that needs an electrician.
That’s more money, and since my girl already has her own ranch and house, I gotta bring something to the table,” I tell her.
“You staying is enough. We could work the ranch together.”
“I’m still going to do that, but at the end of the day, I’m a man, a cowboy, and a real ass cowboy not only pays his own way but he takes care of his family.”
“Family?”
“Yes, because that’s what you and Amara have become for me, family.”
She reaches across my chest and caresses my face. “Okay, I’m not mad anymore,” she says, then laughs. “We are a little family,” she agrees.
“Good ’cause I don’t want to go to sleep with you mad at me. We can never do that.”
She adjusts and stretches her leg across me. Then she raises up, straddles me, and rests her hands on my chest. “Sleep? That’s what you want to do?” she asks before licking her lips.
“Shit. Not if you’re doing that,” I admit, ’cause damn. That shit was sexy as fuck.
She smiles and stares into my eyes. Without breaking her stare, slowly, she reaches into my pajama pants and frees my shit. I’m already hard as hell; that shit is automatic when she’s close. As she holds me, she licks her lips then purrs before kissing my tip.
“Hmmm.”
She winks then switches shit up on me. She changes position, turning to face the door, giving me a beautiful view of her ass. When she arches her back deeply, I reach up and grip her perfect ass. Her lips return to my tip and she jiggles her ass while she kisses it.
“Shit, Wren,” I groan at the sight of her ass and feel of her lips.
She takes me into her warm mouth and I damn near bust from the feel. I fight it though, so I can enjoy all of this. Giving head is an art and Wren has skills. With her soft ass lips, tongue, and hands, she takes her time and loves on my shit.
I can’t lie. I’m falling apart under her but I’m holding strong. However, when her sexy ass takes me out of her mouth, licks the entire length of my shit, then takes me back in until my head hits the back of her throat, I lose it and gasp.
“Fuck!” My shit starts throbbing in her mouth. She’s devouring my dick, and when she moans around it, my damn toes curl. I’m really about to lose it. All the restraint I’m trying to exercise is waning. “Wren…shit…I’m ’bout to…”
My damn words catch in my throat and I just shake my head. Then she does some shit that takes me to the edge. She reaches back, places her hand between her legs, then starts playing with her pussy. That’s it. I can’t hold my nut anymore. I bust and her freaky ass takes it all then swallows.
“Now, this is Amara approved,” Amara says as she circles me. “Black jeans, black turtleneck, camo jacket, and black hat. Clock it,” she says and she and her friend start giggling and pressing their two fingers together.
“Leave him alone and put the jams in order,” Wren says sternly.
We are downtown setting up at Jubilee. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. The whole town has shut down, the streets are blocked off, and downtown has been converted to a big ass holiday market. There are food trucks, food stands, and tents filled with vendors.
We arrived about an hour ago. I’d just set up her tent and tables and got all the boxes out of the truck.
After she placed her branded tablecloths on the tables, they started placing the soaps and jams. She has a big ass sign on the front of the tent that says opening at ten but she has already had people trying to buy.
Her jams taste good as hell and that soap is nice ,so I get it, but they need to give her time to set up.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
“Take the cart and the boxes back to the truck, please. I don’t like my tent to be cluttered,” she says.
“Bet,” I tell her, then kiss her lips.
I start gathering the boxes and stack them on the cart before I pull it out of the tent.
Because the roads are blocked off, we are parked about a mile from the Jubilee market.
As I trek toward the car, I clock a few of the vendors and see the signs for ice skating.
Everything is out here and the crowd is already thick as fuck. Wren is going to sell out for sure.
When I finally make it back to the truck, my cell starts to vibrate. Thinking it might be Wren, I answer without even looking at the screen.
“Meleck,” I answer.
“What up, bruh?” It’s Jamal.
“What up?”
“Merry Christmas Eve, my nigga,” he says.
“Same to you.”
“You know I had to check in. I haven’t heard from you. Did you get a spot at the ranch you wanted?”
“Nah, but I ended up at the ranch I needed,” I say, speaking facts. I’m exactly where I need and want to be.
“Oh shit. That sounds like more than horses and cows.”
“It is.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. I can hear the shit in your voice. It’s a female.”
“A woman,” I correct him.
“That’s my muthafucking dawg. Well, shit. I ain’t got to worry about you no more.”
“Nah, bruh. I’m straight.”
“I won’t hold you then. Hit me up after the holiday.”
“I got you and tell your peeps I said Merry Christmas,” I tell him.
“I will. Hooah!”
“Hooah!” I respond then end the call.
I load the truck bed with the boxes then place the cart in the back seat. When I make it back to the tent, there’s a line. Her sign says ten, which means they have another fifteen minutes, but I guess they don’t care.
“I guess we can let them in,” she says when I walk back into the tent.
“They’re ready for yo’ jams and soaps. Damn, baby. This is dope. You a whole ass businesswoman,” I say, impressed as hell. She merely smiles. She keeps amazing me.
“I can let them in,” Amara volunteers.
“Okay, but wait. Where are my payment signs?”
Amara lifts a black and gold sign from the table. “Right here. I forgot to stand them up,” she admits. “Can I go now?”
“Yes, let them in.”
Amara walks out, and seconds later, the line moves inside.
The first two hours go by fast as fuck. At first, I kind of stand back and just watch in amazement as she handles her business.
However, when I pick up on her rhythm and flow, I step in and start bagging the orders and many of these bags are filled to the top.
One lady alone buys three of everything.
Around twelve we get a small reprieve and Amara and her friend take advantage.
They run off to find food. I swear, five minutes after they leave, a crowd forms out of nowhere and we get swamped.
Thankfully, Wren’s homegirl who was with her at the bar that first night is in the line.
Wren spots her and waves her in. She walks in with a man a few steps behind her.
“Okay, friend! You are doing your thing,” she gushes.
“I know. I’m going to sell out in another hour, maybe two at this rate. You came to work?”
“Hell no. You got this big cowboy here to help.” She smirks then turns to me. “I’m Reece, her best friend, and I know who you are, Meleck.” The way she says my name lets me know that she and Wren have definitely had convos about me.
“What’s up?” I say and she smiles. Thankfully, she jumps in and helps until the line gets under control.
When it’s clear, she calls out to the man with her.
“Baby, the bag,” she says while waving her hand.
He walks over, we acknowledge one another, then she hands a bag to Wren.
“You know I had to bring you and Amara something. Those hoops she wanted are in there.”
“Thank you, bestie,” Wren says before hugging her. “And you know I got you too.” Wren reaches under the table and pulls out a large, red gift bag. When she hands it to her friend, she gushes then looks inside. “Your favorites are in there plus the new one.”
“I just had to check. Thanks, boo.” They hug again. “You staying for the tree lighting?” she asks.
“You know it. But I’m definitely going to be sold out way before.”
“Then shop and eat until then.”
“We are,” Wren assures her friend, then looks at me.
“Alright. Well, I’m leaving. Text me. We’re about to go make snow globes,” Reece says.
They hug again then Reece leaves. When she walks past me, she smirks then smiles. Wren starts to say something but the lady in front of the table clears her throat. Wren gives her the attention she’s seeking and makes the sale.
By three, both tables are clear and Wren is officially sold out. I break everything down and take it all back to the truck. Then we head back to the market to chill, find something small to eat, and stay for the lighting of the town’s Christmas tree by the mayor.