Chapter 17 #3
He stepped back and looked at me as he pushed his sweats down, showing me exactly what I’d been missing. Fuck, I missed this.
“Baby, I—” He didn’t give me a chance to speak before he walked back between my legs, and rammed all of him inside of me.
It was almost animalistic the way he pumped into me, and I dug my nails in his back.
Every time with him was different because Taurus had a way of making me feel like a virgin every time.
Only he could take my body to heights unattainable and then deliver it dirtily down to the ground. Sex with him was a high for me.
“Baby… Please,” I moaned, feeling like I was losing my entire mind.
“‘Baby’ what, Lane?” he asked in a raspy tone. He slowed down, but that did nothing for the way he hammered inside of me with a vengeance. The way he fucked me was filthy and sinful.
I couldn’t even gather my lips enough to answer him. My mind went blank every time he pulled back, then went into convulsions every time he came back to me.
“‘Please’ what, Lane?” he asked out of breath.
He might’ve been out of breath, but that did nothing to the flow and the way he continued to thug me.
He was no longer fucking me. He was thugging me, and I couldn’t find one place where I would’ve rather been at this moment.
Tonight was gonna be a long night, and I welcomed each and every nasty moment of it.
REGANCY
Lately, I’d been feeling a little off, attempting to get used to my new norm.
Honestly, I think it was because I missed my restaurant.
My assumption was confirmed when I walked in a few minutes ago, and everything felt so right.
I’d put so much time in here that it became a part of me.
So the reason I felt like everything was off was because it was.
I had been working from home instead of being in my space.
The moment I walked into my office, I gravitated toward my chair and sat down.
My little man inside of me definitely made it hard me for me to stand for too long.
At first, I thought I was just being lazy, but at the last appointment, the doctor confirmed that the fatigue episodes were normal.
I wasn’t seated at my desk for more than five seconds before my door was pushed open and a female I could hardly remember was standing in front of my desk with a menacing stare.
I stood to my feet and folded my arms across my chest. “Do I know you?” She seemed familiar, but I was drawing a blank.
“I should at least get to see her since you won’t allow her to get to know our side of the family.”
“Excuse me?” I asked. Now I was confused, and I didn’t know a word of what this girl was talking about. “I believe you have the wron—”
“No. I have the right person. Regancy Harris. I’m Amil’s girlfriend and Kale’s sister.”
“Excuse me?” I felt like my brain was about to explode, and this bitch saying my child’s name was taking me back.
“You heard me. You thought you were slick running off while you were pregnant with my dad’s kid, but Mil told me when you got back. I petitioned the court to—”
“Your father raped me, and you think I’m supposed to let my child be around you people? What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. My eyes went from her and started scanning the room for something to hit her with.
“He didn’t rape you. You wanted it, and you know it. Too bad my father isn’t here to finally meet the child he knew had out there. How selfish of you?” She acted like she had a valid gripe with me.
That was it. Before I knew it, I picked up the paper weight from my desk and hit her square in the head with it. It was one thing to bring up my rape, but it was another to regard my child as anything in relation to her sick ass father.
“Bitch! You’ll regret that.” She pointed in my direction as Savior now appeared in my doorway. He must’ve recognized the expression on my face.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Lena?” he asked, stepping protectively in front of me.
“I just wanted this bitch to know that she wasn’t that fucking special. She’s such a pass that my daddy got a taste. Now she has you worshiping the ground she walks on. I also want her to know that I’m coming for my sister.”
“Shorty, you gotta be high as fuck to walk your stupid ass in here.” Savior shook his head and nodded for Beck to handle her.
“Where are my brothers, Savior? I know you have them…” Her sentence trailed off when Beck snatched her ass up.
“What brothers?” he asked in a blank tone. He never turned around to look in her direction. He was too busy checking me out like she’d touched me.
“I know you have them!”
The moment she said those words, he went cold.
I could feel his energy switch the moment he looked away from me at her.
“Do me a favor and enjoy the last few hours of ya life, Lena.” The way he said that sent a chill down my spine, so I knew it spooked her.
He had that edgy tone of voice and that callous look in his eyes.
I didn’t remember how I got home or even when I got here.
Everything after the visit from old girl was a blur.
I was emotionally drained, and all I wanted to do was stare into thin air.
I long ago made peace with what happened to me, but somehow, I kept getting faced with it.
How were you supposed to heal from something that you could never fully put behind you?
It seemed like every corner I turned, it was popping up, and nothing I did was good enough.
Then to hear that the reason this situation had popped up was because of Amil hurt.
It hurt because he was my brother, and even though I didn’t know the nature of whatever he had with old girl, I could see in her eyes that she was out to hurt me. So why couldn’t he?
“You know I love you regardless, right? I mean, I wanted to knock yo’ ass off that night at yo’ spot when you acted like you weren’t gonna give me my money.
But then you fucked around and exposed me to you and who you were.
You showed me you and then wouldn’t let me do you any kind of way.
Yeen meet me halfway or none of that. Instead, you made a nigga become all that you need.
” His voice filled the bedroom. His words were like a warm blanket in the artic.
They were heavy and loving, reminding me that I had him.
“Did you know?” I sat up and looked at him.
“I don’t look at you no different. Shit, if that nigga was alive today, I’d take joy in watching his life spill from him.
” The look in his eyes convinced me. It didn’t take much though, because Savior had this vibrancy about him that I felt through his body language.
He’d been walking heavy these last few days. Maybe it was that.
I watched him sit on the side of the bed so that we were face-to-face. His eyes were peering into my soul almost like they were daring me not to share my deepest and darkest moments with him. So I did. I opened my mouth and allowed the question that haunted me to spill from my lips.
“I’ve made peace with what happened to me, but why am I not allowed to get over it? It’s like I’m constantly faced with what happened because I’m damaged, right…” My sentence trailed off because I was overtaken with emotion, and my lip started quivering.
He used his thumb to wipe the tears that trailed down my cheeks.
“For the rest of our lives, not a soul will ever make you feel the way that nigga made you feel back then. Yeen nowhere near damaged. You’re fucking perfect, and you everything to a nigga.
When I say everything, I mean that shit.
” He leaned over and pecked my lips. “Every. Fucking. Thing.”
I nodded. His words, attentiveness, and ability to just be present mentally, physically, and emotionally soothed me. “I love you.”
“Shit, you better. I’m putting niggas in the dirt for you, baby.
” He said it in a joking manner, but I could tell he was serious, and somehow, I found solace in that.
He was who he was, but when he told me he had me or he’d do anything for me, I believed him without a doubt.
He had proven his words in the past and never given me a reason to doubt a word that came out of his mouth. He was my Savior.
I didn’t exactly remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was in bed alone, and my phone was on the side of me ringing off the hook. I grabbed it and looked at the screen, and it was my father. I pressed answer and put the phone on speaker before placing it on the pillow next to me.
“Yes, Papa.” I closed my eyes waiting for his response.
“Why have I called you over three times before I can get an answer?” he questioned.
“Because I was sleep.”
“I called you earlier too.” He sounded worried.
“I was sleep then as well.”
“Seems like you sleep a lot, baby girl.” He was being nosy now, which meant he had either talked to my mama or Kale.
“Pregnant women do a lot of that, Papa.”
“What do you mean pregnant? From my understanding you are not dating anyone, so how can you be pregnant?” His tone was stern, and he was serious.
“Well, I—”
“Regancy, who is he? Please tell me he is not the little bitch guy from here. I told you that he—”
“And this is why I waited so long to tell you. You’re overreacting. No. It’s no him. He’s someone I met here.”
“Fine. Does he treat you and Kale well?” he asked. He had calmed down.
“Yes.” I smiled just thinking about Savior.
“Well, how did you meet him?” my father asked.
“Well, that’s a very long story. How about we FaceTime in the morning, and I tell you all about it?” I was trying to rush him off the phone.
“I see what you’re doing, but I will be waiting by the phone in the morning. If you do not call me, I will be flying to Chicago to meet this man. Non prendermi in giro, Regancy. (Don’t play me, Regancy.)” The moment he went Italian, I knew he meant business.
“Sì, ti amo Papa. (Yes, I love you, Dad,)” I responded.
“Ti amo piccola ragazza. (I love you, baby girl.)”
Once we hung up, I got up from the bed and went to the washroom to take care of myself.
I’d been sleep for a while judging by the way my hair looked and the fact that the sky was dark.
That was interesting, considering I was never one to sleep long and I wasn’t a heavy sleeper.
A few moments later, I walked out of the bedroom toward the kitchen area.
When I turned the corner, what I saw made me want to cry.
This man never ceased to amaze me with how sweet he was.
Savior and Kale were cooking what I assumed was dinner since it was so late in the day.
“It smells good in here.” I smiled.
“We made dinner today so you didn’t have to,” Kale announced.
“You did? What did you guys make?”
“Burgers and fries. We decided to leave the veggies to you.”
I pursed my lips. “I bet you did.” I looked from her to Savior, and the way his big ass was hopping away from the stove, so he didn’t get popped by the grease was comical.
“Mommy, I told him that you use the spatula for stuff like that so you don’t get burned, but he said he didn’t have one.” She shrugged. Then she hopped down and went into the living room to watch whatever was on TV.
“Baby, do you need some help with that?” I questioned.
“Hell yeah I need some help. My assistant just jumped ship, and this shit is burning.” He shook he head and screwed his face up.
After a little of laughing, I ended up taking over while he sat at the island and took calls. I wondered if this was how things were supposed to be in normal life. I hoped so because I could get used to life this way. After all the heavy stuff of course.