Chapter 1
"Don't move. Don't you fucking move."
Swift held up the bottom of his shirt with his teeth as he gripped both sides of Alexis's head.
She gulped and gulped as he shot a load of his seed down her throat.
Her stretched jaws trembled, sweat peppering her face, while his fingers tightly gripped her braids.
Her orbs grew misty as she fought to breathe.
Sadly, Swift wasn't moved by her tears, and neither did he come to make her feel good. In fact, her servicing him on her knees was the least she could do after the blank trip he took in afternoon traffic to come to her aid.
"Whew, Lex." He stumbled back to catch his balance, his hand pressed firmly against the wall. "Damn, I needed that."
He grinned as he stared down at his dick that bobbed in the air, ignoring the tears that rained down her cheek. To add insult to injury, he then reached over her head and grabbed a handful of paper towels… for himself.
"Fuck!" he grunted as he cleaned himself up. "It almost feels like fucking rug burn."
He looked at his watch and groaned. He was behind schedule. He needed to get on the road, but he hadn't yet packed or gotten his weekly haircut. If nothing else, Swift prioritized eating well and looking good, his body in top condition after years of playing football.
"Thanks for the good time, but I have to head out." He wiped his hands as best he could, then stuffed his dick inside his boxers and pulled up his sweatpants.
"Really, Swift? You're leaving already, and after a week of not returning my calls?"
His jaw tightened at the sound of her whining, especially since she was one of many who thought Cairo "Swift" Brighton was interested in being her man. He wasn't, but he also wasn't turning down any pussy or head that was offered to him… within reason.
"Lex, man." He pushed out an irritated breath, then looked for a place to discard the paper towels. He could barely see, considering they were inside the closet of her aunt's floral shop. "You plan to sit there all day and complain about nothing, or what?"
She didn't respond. Luckily for her, because his mother raised him to be somewhat respectful, he extended his hand to assist her up. He ignored the pout, then grabbed a few paper towels and shoved them into her hand.
"Ready? You need to get out there because being in here ain't good for business. Who knows who's out there."
It also didn't help that he'd also fucked her cousin, who worked at the same floral shop. He didn't owe either of them an explanation, but he also didn't want them in a dispute over dick, especially dick that didn't belong to either of them.
Alexis roughly wiped her lips, then grimaced, causing him to laugh.
"What's so damn funny?"
"You, man. I wasn't even supposed to stop by here. Thought you had an emergency with the alarms and shit. They were off when I showed up."
Swift didn't see it as a missed trip because his mother loved flowers. Outside of her and his younger sister, Gianna, no other woman could or would ever have his heart. He showed it as often as he could by showering them both with gifts, flowers being one of them.
"The alarm did go off."
Alexis pouted, growing frustrated. This was not how she envisioned their afternoon would go when he quickly picked up her call. Truth was, he didn't even look when he answered because she woke him up out of his sleep.
"I accidentally opened the back door and didn't know how to disable it after Tara stepped out."
"Figured it out, huh?" He smirked, detecting her bullshit.
"Look, it happened, and I panicked. You got what you wanted, right?"
Swift shrugged because he already knew the truth. She triggered it purposely. He also knew that she was skating on thin ice if the fire department came out and charged her aunt with a false alarm.
"Say, I'll hit you later." He dragged his hand over his head, his fingers skating across his thick, jet-black, wavy hair that was in dire need of a haircut.
At the sight of him, Alexis's mouth easily watered from his thick eyebrows and long eyelashes that surrounded his chocolate orbs.
His chiseled abs, toned arms, and even his thighs were like a work of art she couldn't get enough of.
From the first time she saw him, she knew then she wanted to have all of his babies if he ever slipped up and didn't bring his own condoms. That's how she ended up on her knees.
One thing Swift refused to do was sleep with her or anyone unprotected.
"Fine, Swift."
When he turned the doorknob, he peeked out, which irritated her even more.
"Move the fuck out the way," she muttered, shoving past him.
"Girl?" He frowned as she stomped away, not even looking back to see if the door had closed on him. Just when he was about to curse her out, there her cousin stood with a Cheshire grin on her face.
Swift's tongue glided across his lower lip at the sight of Tara's jean skirt that hugged her ass and hips, along with the t-shirt that cocooned her perfectly shaped double D breasts.
Her dark skin, smooth and glistening, was her best feature, as if she'd bathed in the sun.
His dick instantly jumped when she sashayed toward him.
"What's up, Tee?"
"Nothing, Swift." She lightly nudged his chest with her pointer finger as he flashed a dimpled smile. "When did you get here?"
"Not too long ago. Last-minute stop." He shrugged. "Just looking around to get something for Moms."
"Well, I can show you some flowers that just came in this morning. I know you probably haven't had a chance to do that, considering there are no flowers in that closet, huh?"
He caught the subtle dig but decided to remain silent despite Alexis's gasp.
"Let me see what we can come up with. You know that last bouquet your father had me make was fire.
He even had me dye the roses in different shades of yellow.
I threw in some baby breaths, too. Two women saw the arrangement when he came in to pick it up and placed a huge order for a bridal shower. You're trying to outdo him?"
"Naw, I can never outdo Pops. I don't want to either. That's his woman, and I'm still scouting out one for myself," he fibbed, being the tease that he was.
Swift dragged his thumb across his lower lip, his eyes fastening onto hers that batted. To give him a better view of what she felt was her best asset, she turned around to where her ass greeted him, slightly glancing over her shoulder.
He grinned and willed his dick, which involuntarily twitched to behave.
If Tara kept up her antics, he might have both of them on their knees in that same closet, which was the main reason he wasn't interested in settling down.
Most women wanted the fame, the money, and the notoriety that came with fucking with Swift, but not the lonely days when he was away on the road.
He needed a woman who had her own shit and matched his hustle, not one who waited and whined.
If they weren't a boss in their own right, like his mother, London Brighton, then all they could do was feed him pussy. Until then, he'd continue to run the family business: Brighton Fleet Trucking Company. They picked up and dropped off loads of items from all across the country.
"Well, the woman you need might be in front of you," Tara cooed, sliding the tip of her nail inside her mouth, then closing her mouth around her finger.
Swift's response was a huge, dimpled grin.
"Not today, Tee."
It didn't help when Alexis slammed a huge box filled with ribbons and packing materials onto the floor, drawing both of their attention. Both were petty when Tara giggled at her young cousin, fuming as she stomped off.
"Show me what you have for me."
"So, the last time you placed an order, I think we went with…"
As Tara rambled, pointing at the array of flowers he could choose from, Swift smiled when he saw his latest victim hitting his line.
She was older, too. Her name was Noemi. In fact, many older women flocked to him.
His mother said it was because he was his father's twin, both standing at six-foot-five and two hundred seventy pounds, although very light on their feet.
The only gene he'd inherited from his mother was her dimples, a trait the women loved.
"Swift?" Tara hiked one hand on her hip when she realized she didn't have his complete attention. "Were you even listening?"
"Huh?" He looked up and grinned. "Oh, yeah. You did your thing the last time. I trust you, but toss in her favorite colors, which are orange, yellow, and brown."
"I'll start with sunflowers!" She beamed, snapping her fingers.
As she took off, Alexis was at the register, mumbling to herself. He decided that after he left, he'd order his flowers from across town. While he enjoyed the customer service, he hadn't signed up to coddle a grown woman's feelings who wanted more than he was willing or capable of offering.
"What about these?" Tara held up a beautiful bouquet of assorted orange and yellow roses with a few sunflowers. "I can add some peonies, too. Jazz it up a bit. What do you say?" she asked when Alexis slammed the register.
"Everything's good over there?" Tara probed, looking at her cousin. She already knew she was mentally unraveling at the sight of them together. She'd warned her that Swift was an "ain't-shit nigga" with good dick, but her younger cousin refused to believe her.
"It's this stupid register. It was stuck again."
"I can help with that. You know, there's not much around here I can't do."
When Tara turned her back, Alexis slid her middle finger up with narrowed orbs and tight lips. Swift snickered, which quickly dissipated when Tara immediately spun back around, catching the frown on her cousin's face.
"Problem?" Tara challenged her.
"Aye," he intervened. "Ring all that up and have it delivered this evening. I'll even pay the express delivery fee. You already know the address, but no name."
"Oh, I see how you play." She poked him in the chest, lessening the space between them. "Since you were in the mood for playing earlier with the help, how about we play later?"
"Your ass is wild." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Let's go."
Off he went to the register with Tara on his heels. As soon as she rang up his order, he quickly tapped his card on the payment scanner. It was then that Alexis dropped a box on Tara's foot, causing her to yelp. She hopped on one foot, then grabbed hold of the counter.
"Want your receipt?" Alexis asked, a sinister grin on her face.
"Naw, keep it."
Swift couldn't believe what had just happened. He had a solution for that when he found their contact information once outside and blocked them both. He then looked down at his dick and smiled.
"You do too fucking much, man. I need to put your ass in time out."