Chapter 11
ELEVEN
“Your honor, due to the lack of evidence on the defense’s end–”
Uh. No.
I shook my head as I scratched out the first line of verbal motion. It would be followed with official paperwork that I was finalizing, simultaneously.
“Awful.”
I tapped the pen against my temple. Thoughts rolled around my head. Plenty of them. However, they were scrambled. Hardly anything made sense.
I closed my eyes as the truck halted. Driving to court was impossible this morning. My hands were useless on the steering wheel. There was paperwork to study and a request to be made. A black truck would always be my first choice during stressful or high profile cases.
Focus, baby.
Sunlight beamed into the back of the truck, forcing me to shield the side of my face. But, as quickly as it had come, it had gone. The door slammed as my Glock’s trigger met my index finger.
“Put that away, pretty lady.”
The hairs on my arms stood at attention.
My heart sped, hammering uncontrollably in its chamber.
I blinked, waiting for reality to clock back in.
Waiting for the suited gentleman to disappear.
For the cameras to cut.
Lowering my weapon, I began to process my surroundings. The white bus stationed next to the truck was evidence that it wasn’t after ten at night and I wasn’t sound asleep.
“Siah,” I breathed out. “Wh– How– I.”
Black threads rested on top of his dark skin. A button down. A suit jacket. A tie. Slacks. Loafers. His hair was trimmed to perfection.
Carefully, I analyzed every inch of him.
My God.
I closed my eyes, swallowing back the nothingness in my throat.
Confusion forced my eyes closed. I reopened them almost immediately, scared I’d miss a moment. Even more afraid that once I opened my eyes, he would no longer be here.
With me.
Outside of those walls.
Out of those cuffs.
“How?”
He unbuttoned the jacket of his black suit.
“Money talks.”
His extensive arms obliterated the distance between us. My body glided across the seat. Siah’s hand wrapped around my neck, breaking the levees between my legs.
He parted my lips with his tongue. I welcomed him inside. My head twisted and turned as I was reminded how good he was. How tasteful he was. How mine he was.
Our disconnection left me breathless. My chest inflated and deflated dramatically. My eyes burned with disbelief.
My cell buzzed in my hand. Though the number was unfamiliar, the energy wasn’t. I unlocked the phone, finding a text.
Focus, baby.
A smile cut into my face. I placed my phone, Glock. And papers inside of my briefcase. It could all wait. It would all have to wait.
9:14a.
Josiah was due in court in one hour and forty-six minutes. Yet, here he was. Well-groomed with his eyes trained on me.
“What’s happening?” I inquired. “Wha–”
A kiss silenced me.
Another followed.
Josiah pulled me closer, forcing my head onto his shoulder.
“You’re in good hands, Sunshine.”
There wasn’t a rebuttal. There wasn’t an internal battle. There was only harmony. Hope. Happiness. And, honor.
My lids grew heavy. Not with exhaustion, but with content. I allowed their closure as I employed one of my greatest senses. Olfactory. I scribbled the scent of his cologne in my head and on my heart. I wanted to remember it. I wanted to remember him. Forever.
Note for note.
Word for word.
Year after year.
Decade after decade.
I slipped my hand underneath his arm and rested it on his lap. He placed his hand on top and threaded my fingers through his. Josiah’s lips gently tapped the back of my hand.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
And, a fourth.
Parts of me cried that I didn’t know were capable of releasing tears. Silent tears. Joyful tears. Painful tears. Tears of relief. Tears of content.
“Siah.”
“Yes?”
“If I fall. Catch me,” I whispered.
“With pleasure,” he responded.
I pulled in a deep breath before releasing it slowly.
9:28a.
My eyes reopened as the wheels of the truck stopped turning. Fear gripped my heart. Minutes felt too much like seconds.
“Settle down, Sunshine.”
“Where are we?”
A perfectly manicured lawn was behind us. A garage wall was in front of us. Three vehicles lined the spaces next to us in the four-car garage. My neck snapped in every direction until I met Josiah’s eyes again.
“Home.”
The door opened and out went the man of the hour. He encouraged me to follow with a tug of the hand and a smile that could convince me to walk a thousand miles. I slid across the seat, joining him in the garage.
He couldn’t help himself.
Those lips touched mine again.
It wasn’t until he got his fill that he turned and headed toward the door closest to the back of the garage.
“Julian,” I rushed out.
“Julian will survive,” he assured me.
I peered over my shoulder, finding Julian standing against the black Escalade with a thumb up. I rested my case. Josiah didn’t leave me with a choice.
Coolness swept across my skin, littering it with tiny bumps. Rose petals gathered at my feet. I placed my free hand over my mouth.
Cream balloons covered the ceiling. Beige strings hung from them. A white rose was at the end of each.
“Josiah,” I gasped.
He didn’t release me. He held on tightly, pulling me further into his beautiful residence.
Wood flooring announced each step we made.
The modern scape was gorgeous. Thought had been put into the design of the home.
Not a detail was spared. Without question, Josiah had partnered with a brilliant builder.
The decor was minimalistic. There were hardly any signs of a female presence. Or, anyone’s presence. The home was a blank canvas.
The kitchen was never ending. There was an abundance of storage and counter space. Four ovens were divided in pairs and stationed in two areas. It was ideal for large families. Like mine.
An oversized fridge was barely noticeable behind the seamless panel. However, the size of the panel that blended well with the cabinetry, was enough evidence.
On the waterfall island that spread from one end of the kitchen were words that rendered me speechless. Josiah pulled me into him. His arms snaked around my body.
“You’re a very special woman. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you. I don’t call you Sunshine because you light my world, alone. I call you Sunshine because I know that you light the world of everyone you love.
“Your uniqueness is encompassing. Your softness is so fucking attractive. Your knowledge is sexy. Your confidence is too. Your smile– it does things to me. Your presence consumes me. Your absence consumes me. You’re a dangerous lady, Range.
“Because, I find myself ready and willing to submit to you. To your will. To your wants. Your happiness inspires me like a dream. Your weariness haunts me like a nightmare. In case I haven’t been clear, I want to enhance your already beautiful life.
“Add some dimension. Some more depth. Some details. Will you let me do that for you, Range? Will you be mine? Not for now. Forever.”
He paused, briefly.
“Will you be my headache? My safe space? My stability? My lifeline? My woman?”
Nodding, I confessed, “With pleasure.”
I didn’t miss those cheeks as they rose. Or that twinkle in those eyes. Or the halt of his breath. Or the uncertainty. Or the pride.
“Every day. All day. Always.”
“No recanting? No change of plans. No changing your mind,” he emphasized.
“I know, Josiah.” I admitted. “I know when to stay. And, so, I will. As long as you don’t give me a reason to go.”
He shook his head.
“Deal?” I asked.
“Deal, Sunshine.”
I wasn’t sure how my dress gathered around my ankles. I wasn’t sure when my body had been hoisted. Neither was I sure when my panties disappeared. Or when my legs parted. Or when Josiah’s dick sprung from his briefs.
It’s beautiful.
Thick.
Veiny.
Long.
Dark.
And, curvy.
I held my breath as I marveled at the beauty before me. My hands developed minds of their own. I leaned forward, wrapping my fingers around him. He was heavy in my hands. My mouth watered, urging me down from the counter I sat atop.
On my knees, I pulled Josiah into my mouth. My eyes found his. I witnessed the birth of the protest within those orbs. Still, I defied him. His silent request. His desire. I had some of my own. And, before I fulfilled his, mine was the priority.
“Fuck,” he grunted, shoulders caving inward.
Saliva coated his tool. I reeled him in until he touched the back of my throat. Slowly, I eased him out of my mouth. A heartbeat formed inside of my pussy.
“Shit.”
I tightened my mouth around Josiah while placing my right hand around him, again. In sync, my head and hand began to slide down the length of him. Together, they pulled back, revisiting the tip of his shaft.
He was tasteless, yet so tasteful. Savory. Sinful. Better than anything that had ever touched my tastebuds. I rejoiced silently.
“Mmmm.”
I could have him for breakfast. For lunch. For dinner. And, for seconds. Josiah was unbelievable. He was unreal. I desperately wanted to please him. To milk him. To relieve him of his semen. To empty his balls. To leave him withered and ashamed.
Bubbles formed around my mouth as my pace increased. So did my hunger. I buried him between my jaws.
Over and over.
“Fuck!”
Over and over.
“Range–”
Over and over.
Relentlessly.
Irrationally.
Over and over.
Wildly.
Over and over.
“Uggghhhhhh.” I gagged.
Puke threatened to spill. I wished I cared. Unfortunately, I didn’t.
Over and over.
“Shit, baby.”
Over and over.
“Urrrrghhhh.”
I heaved.
“Suck that dick, baby.”
Josiah’s hand on my head was sheer motivation.
Over and over.
Over and over.
“FUCK.”
Over and over.
He snatched me away. His dick fell onto his thigh. A thick strand of saliva kept us connected.
Josiah leaned down, sticking his tongue down my throat. I closed my mouth around him.
“Mmmm.”
He pulled back. His strength was elating. My body was kissed by the cold air as he lifted me from the floor. It wasn’t the cold counter I met, again. It was him.
“Josiaaaaaaaaah,” I belted, clinging to his body.