Chapter Thirty-One
Coming to an Understanding
Menace
She was a glorious distraction. Her lips and touch were something I effortlessly got lost in. When I came up for air, I stared into her hazel eyes and didn’t hesitate. I shifted forward, rocking down to my knees, and taking her with me. I deposited her on her back and chased her hair away from her face until I could gaze at her sprawled out beneath me in the moonlight.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sammy. I swear to God.”
“Convince me,” she whispered. “You men and your words are cheap, make me believe I’m the most beautiful thing that’s ever laid beneath you.”
I clutched her jaw, and she sucked in a breath. I planted my lips next to her chin, then nipped the center of her jaw before whispering in her ear, “That’s not even a contest or a question.”
I made a low, satisfied sound beneath her ear while my hand roamed her short-clad legs, enjoying the expanse of bared flesh before I met material. When my hand slipped over the clothed curve of her ass, I possessively hauled her closer and rolled my hips, drawing a tiny patch of flesh into my mouth as I sucked and lapped at her throat.
She was responsive as fuck and instantly started to squirm.
She turned her head, nipped my lips and lured me into another kiss while I explored her side, my hand dipping under her shirt to cup a bare breast. I was kind of glad I didn’t give her time to grab all that shit!
I lifted up and grabbed that shirt, skinning her of it in one fluid move, that only broke our kiss for an instant. She gripped my hair and hauled me close, her tongue dancing with mine. I tangled my fingers in her long, dark hair and tipped her head back, rather than teasing or kissing, I pointedly nipped my way down her neck, letting my teeth pinch a little harder when I reached the meatier flesh of her upper chest.
She gasped and subtly arched. I took it for the invitation it was and squeezed the breast I was cupping, bringing my head down to taunt it a little. She was tone and tanned everywhere. Her breasts were on the small side, but what she had was perky and full.
I battered her nipple with my tongue and drew it into my mouth until she whimpered and started to huff. She tugged at my hair, and I dropped that tit and captured the twin in a shark bite latch that left her quietly calling out. Laughter welled in my throat and snuffed on her wet flesh.
I kept her hair on a short leash and feasted from chest to neck until our bodies were flush and her hips were grinding. When I grabbed her pussy like I’d owned it half her life, she sucked in a violent breath.
“Don’t fuckin’ sell me dreams, Samantha. Is it mine?” I stared down at her.
She blinked and her eyes darkened before she slowly nodded.
“Yeah?” I raised my brows and shoved the crotch of those cloth shorts and her panties aside like I didn’t have time to remove them.
My cock was pounding with need, and straining against those baggy pants I’d borrowed, but I was still vaguely aware she’d had some procedure in the recent weeks. So, I inwardly pep talked myself into playing externally. I ground my palm against her until I felt the labia yield and her clit smash beneath my touch. She rocked into it and tried for my lips. I caught hers first, kissed, nipped, and dismissed.
“Tell me,” I demanded as I let up only to grip and pump.
She arched and fought not to cry out as her thighs shook.
“It’s yours. I’m yours. Menace, fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice straining in a way that made my cock twitch and dance to her tune.
I slid my fingers up her slick seam and trapped her clit, rolling it gently as I stared down at her. “Not until we have an understanding.”
I pressed her back and nipped at her ribs the same way I had her throat, making her swish and hiss beneath me as she clung to my hair and scrabbled her short nails at my shoulders.
“If you’re my ol’ lady that means I’m only the only daddy, and authority, you recognize, woman.”
She shook and clung to my hair trying to lift her hips to my mouth. I pounced, capturing her clit, drawing it into my mouth and threatening to nip with my lip-covered teeth.
She released a heavy breath on a shudder that sounded like a plea and her fingers loosened and tapped at my hair.
“Okay. Alright. Fuck, I’ll call you daddy.”
“No,” I drawled the answer out, puffing my breath over her clit while I gathered the pussy liquor near her entrance with two fingers and promptly planted them on either side of her asshole.
“Menace,” she panicked.
I shushed her, blowing air over that swollen little nub again. “Nope. It isn’t something you’ll call me to make my dick hard. It’s something you’ll understand in your soul. If we are together, I’m the only one that has dominion over you. When I say something, you will heed it, for your own safety– “
I’d stop everything and send her back, if she didn’t sound convincing. I had to.
It was Ziggy’s fuckin’ daughter. If she couldn’t stay put when I said or keep her ass out of the way of the police and bullets when the time came, I couldn’t risk it.
I’d never forgive myself if something happened to her. She was the only one there for me when all this shit was falling apart. She was a good person, a beautiful woman, and the president’s fucking daughter.
“You want me to be your fuckin’ property or something?” she huffed.
She sounded a little off put by it, but I saw and felt the way her lower region clenched and quivered in front of me.
Before I could respond, an odd sound came from the cabin. I probably wouldn’t have paid the heavy series of thumps any mind, if that ear-piercing scream hadn’t followed it. That shit was worse than the alarm at the county jail. The repeated shrieks and screams had me tearing myself off of Sammy and darting toward the house in a dead run. She was right behind me; I could hear her thundering along across the twigs and up the stairs as she struggled to put her shirt back on.
The door was locked, leaving me to throw my weight against it, when I meant to barge in.
“Fuck. Let me in.” Something about those screams made me think they were a girl more than a woman, so I pounded and shouted louder, “Rumi, let me in now. It’s Uncle Menace.”
The door flew open in front of me and I jumped back, confused as fuck by the sight of Sammy. How the hell had she rounded the house and came up from the basement that fast?
She whipped around after opening it and ran to the bottom of the stairs where Rumi was holding her mother. Octavia had a lump on her forehead and a scrape that extended down the better part of her forearm. I didn’t see any real evidence of blood, though and Octavia wasn’t wailing like anything was displaced or too severely broken.
“Shit, I don’t even have my cell phone, Octavia. Where is yours?” Sammy asked.
“No. I’m fine. Please, I just got weak and dizzy while coming down. I guess I passed out, that's all.” Her whole face contorted as she tried to push herself into a sitting position to prove it. She made it, but then she ended up going quiet and holding her head. She weaved a little like she was disoriented but eventually righted herself again.
“Mommy–” Rumi started, but Octavia cut her off.
“It’s okay, my love.” She patted Rumi’s hand where it had landed on her shoulder and flashed her daughter a weak version of her best smile. “Back to bed with you, now.”
Octavia glanced toward me, all but imploring me with her eyes.
Sam returned with a cup of water and Octavia gently sighed, in a way that conveyed her gratitude as she took it, patting Sam’s hand, too.
“Hey, let’s give Sammy some space to help your mom, huh? She’ll stay with her until she has her balance better, come on, you,” I encouraged Rumi, holding my hand out to help her off the floor.
She looked toward my hand and then shot her mom a worried look.
“Go, Mija. School tomorrow. I love you, always.”
“Love you, too.” Rumi quietly murmured, taking my hand.
I led her up to the master room she was apparently sharing with her mother. When I opened the door, I couldn’t help but notice the king size bed overflowing with pillows.
“Man, you guys have quite the set-up, huh?” I tried to make it seem like there was no concern, and all would be well.
When I glanced at her, she had her head turned, still focused on the staircase behind us.
“I don’t think the chemo is working, Uncle Menace. She just keeps getting sicker.”
She may as well have slapped me Sammy style. I didn’t even know what to say or how to process the fact that Octavia hadn’t told her own daughter she was dying. I realized she was turned back toward me, and I inwardly cursed my inability to keep those kinds of emotions from registering across my face for the world to see. I quickly tried to smile and took a breath, as I mentally grappled for something reassuring to say. It was too late, though, she shoved me back and slammed the door between us.