Chapter 2
“Watch your teeth.” The scrape along my dick causes my eyes to pop open and my hands to lose their hold on the head in my grip.
The eager house mouse moans before slow sucks echo around the room.
It takes a second for pleasure to return as I enjoy the warmth of the mouth wrapped around my dick.
It’s crazy that I don’t know this woman’s name despite what’s happening.
But around here, house mice come a dime a dozen, so I have never cared to learn any of their names.
*Slurp! Gawk!*
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and my hands tighten on the head of the woman working to bring me to a release.
This is what I need after a long week. Tingles form in my toes but dissipate when my phone rings.
My brain takes a second to catch up, and I release my hands to retrieve my phone from the nightstand without breaking the woman’s connection.
“Hello.” My voice is low and somewhat strained due to my compromised position.
“Hello, Son. I just called because I miss you.”
A sigh escapes my mouth at hearing Ma’s voice on the other end of my line. Of all times for her to call, this is the worst. I probably should stop the woman who’s deep throating my dick, but my hormones have the best of me.
“N-now isn’t a good time for me, Ma. Can I call you back?”
Come on, Ma, give me an out. I need this nut.
“First Nicole. Then you. Why would you leave me, Chayse? You know I’m getting up there in age. I don’t know how long the good Lord will give me grace on this Earth.”
I should be used to Ma's healthy serving of guilt, but boy, does she know how to pile it on thick. It’s been a year since I moved from Columbus to Ribax, and Ma still finds opportunities to whine about my decision.
“When my schedule allows, I’ll come—whoa.” I put the phone against my shoulder blade and stare daggers at the house mouse whose mouth is inhaling my dick.
Saliva runs out of the sides, and her glossy eyes are on me with rapt attention.
“Easy or you’re gonna lose the privilege,” I grunt.
“Are you listening to me, Chayse Daniel? It’s rude to ignore me like this. My feelings are hurt. I expected this from Nicole, but not my firstborn,” Ma continues, which forces my attention back to my phone call instead of the woman between my legs.
“I’m sorry, Ma. I love you. The first break in my schedule, I will try to come see you. But you know business is booming, and breaks are hard to come by.”
“Well, I declare. I never thought I would see the day. But it’s okay. I’ll take it to the Lord in prayer tonight. I got to go. Love you, Son.” With that, the call disconnects, and all I can do is fight the urge to ball my hands into fists.
I relocated from Columbus to Ribax because of my parents and their super deep personalities.
I am the oldest son of a pastor, and moving to a new city was necessary for my sanity.
My father, Pastor James Redmond, and my mother, better known as his cosigner, Thomasina, have consistently encouraged me to follow the same path he has.
While I love and respect Big Homie, I’m not the Bible toting and scripture-quoting type of nigga.
Thankfully, Dad’s brother lives in Ribax, so I was very familiar with the city.
When the pressure got to be more than I could respectfully decline, I packed my shit and moved away.
At thirty-three, my grown ass is still doing rebellious things to get under my father’s skin.
That fact was proven when I followed in my cousin Deacon’s footsteps by joining Baxtown Iron MC only six months after I arrived in the city.
The crazy part about it is that I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy committing to the club. But it has been great thus far.
Listening to Deacon, I bought Diva. Diva is my dog and she’s a Chinese Crested, who is fourteen pounds of silent but deadly.
I also own a green iguana named Lucy. My girl Lucy prefers halter tops and tutus, so I make sure to keep a supply of custom clothes on deck for her.
I made the mistake of trying to clothe Diva and nearly got my hand bitten off.
“A-are you done?” The uncertainty in the question snaps me out of my head as my gaze lands on the woman holding my flaccid dick.
Between the call with Ma and my wayward thoughts, I guess my desire to release took a nosedive.
“Yeah. If the need arises again, I know where to find you.”
The woman stands with a small smile before she exits the room I’m in without another word or backward glance. The thunderous voices and music flow into the room instantly, reminding me of the party my club is currently throwing.
“Let me take my ass back to the party.” I stand and head to the mini bathroom inside this room and quickly clean my dick.
Once that’s taken care of, I exit the room and nearly collide with Squeak. “Whoa. My bad, Cousin.”
Squeak’s tired eyes connect with mine as a slight grin forms. “It’s okay. I need a minute to catch my breath.”
“No worries. Deacon already told me your first trimester is kicking your ass.”
“Whew. Boy, is it ever. I’ll see you in a bit.” With that, Squeak walks around me toward the room she and Deacon occupy while at the clubhouse.
Deacon and his wife, Squeak, are pregnant with their first baby, and Deacon has been walking on cloud nine ever since they announced the news.
I’m happy for my cousin because he deserves good things to happen to him.
Although I don’t see myself settling down with one woman or having kids any time soon.
“I saw Thumpiana’s ass slither out here a little bit ago and was wondering if you were returning to the party.” Shadow smirks.
“Unlike her thot ass, I had to take a minute to wash off the residue of her mouth.”
Shadow and I head toward the bar where Trixx places two shot glasses in front of us the second we reach her.
The beat from the old-school rap song has my chest thumping as my head bobs.
I don’t need encouragement or words as I pick up the glass and swallow the contents.
The energy that surges around the room is exactly what I need to let go of Ma’s guilt that disrupted the nut I was seeking not long ago.
“Where the fuck have you been, Righteous?”
I turn slightly to see the grimace Diesel wears as he and Deacon walk up to the bar.
“According to Squeak, his ass was ducked off with Hopiana,” Deacon says before I can reply.
“Damn. You hit that name out of the park. Thumpiana has been on this nigga like white on rice since he hit the scene. The burn marks on my dick wanted to give him a gift for the temporary reprieve.” Shadow laughs.
“Goes to show how much y’all asses know. I don’t even know her name, and unless she’s on her knees, I won’t be able to recognize her,” I say.
Boisterous applause breaks out among Shadow, Diesel, and Deacon, but my eyes roam the room before a familiar woman comes into view.
My brows and forehead wrinkle simultaneously as she smiles before heading in my direction.
My mind swirls with every step she takes toward me, and I cross my arms over my chest in anticipation of her approach.
“Stop mugging me, Cha—Righteous.”
“What are you doing here, little cuz?” Deacon’s voice is stern and doesn’t allow for anything but the truth.
My baby sister Nicole has been living in Ribax longer than I have. But neither Deacon nor I are cool with her coming to the clubhouse for any reason. The black mini skirt, halter top, and thigh-high boots adorning her are part of the reason I wait for her explanation for being here.
“Before you and my brother get your boxers twisted, this couldn’t wait. I need to talk to you, Righteous,” Nicole pleads.
“Bring your little ass on so I can get you up out of here.” I stand and walk toward the front door, because this conversation will happen outside so I can put Nicole in her car the minute it’s over.
The click-clack of Nicole’s boots, along with another set of footsteps, lets me know that she and possibly Deacon are behind me.
My mind reels with thoughts about what Nicole is about to say, especially since she knows my stance on her coming to this turf.
Hell, I am not only her brother but her boss since she works at my diner.
She could easily wait until I come in to talk to me about whatever this impromptu discussion is about.
I push through the exit, and the cool air slaps me across the face.
When I’m a couple of paces away from the clubhouse, I turn toward Nicole without words.
“I guess this nigga ain’t in the mood for bullshit tonight. Speak your peace, little cuz,” Deacon urges.
“Okay, I need a favor, but it doesn’t involve money or anything like that. It’s also important, and I need you to not say no,” Nicole says.
What the fuck has this girl got herself into?
“Humph. I need more information before I give an answer. But your little ass works for me, and I pay you good, so it better not involve money.”
“So I have this friend,” Nicole starts, and Deacon immediately laughs like a damn hyena before she can say anything else.
“I was gonna walk away so y’all could talk alone, but I think I’ll wait this out,” Deacon says.
“Shut your bitch ass up,” I snap before my gaze returns to Nicole, who now fidgets with her fingers. “Help me understand how your friend results in my favor.”
“I need you to go on a blind date with her. But it won’t be a hardship for you. She’s a baddie. She just needs a reality check, and you’re the perfect person to give it to her.”
A baddie in need of a reality check? I find this hard to fucking believe.
My forehead wrinkles, and my grimace grows because there’s no way that Nicole is serious right now.
“Define baddie, because I feel like you’re trying to set me up with the female version of Steve Urkel. I don’t mean Myra’s beautiful ass either. May she rest in peace,” I say.
“Yeah, that shit does sound suspect, man.” Deacon cosigns.
“Nooo. I promise she’s beautiful. In fact, I’m sure you will want to fuck her.
But all I need you to do is scare her so she stays away from this side of town.
She thinks she wants a man with hood swag, though she can’t identify with the term.
I just want her to find out that on this side of town, she can lose more than she bargains for,” Nicole whines.
I rub my hands together as a mischievous grin forms at the thought of scaring a woman who sounds like the last thing she should do is engage with a man like me.
“I might be able to help you. But if she is a wildebeest, then your ass will owe me five hundred, and I’ll be deducting it from your pay.”
“Damn. Are you really threatening to treat me like Uncle Sam?” Nicole frowns.
“Hell yeah. If it means spending even a fraction of my night with someone whose face needs a roadmap for her acne, you’re paying for the inconvenience. So how serious are you about this blind date?”
“Serious enough to commit to double for your trouble,” Nicole says.
“Ooh, this is about to be good. Can Squeak and I come too? I need to see this through.” Deacon smirks.
I shake my head as my eyes bounce from Deacon to Nicole while I ponder if I want to commit to such a proposal. I’m a man who doesn’t need blind dates or setups to meet women. But something about the determination in Nicole’s eyes intrigues me while also giving me pause.
“Set it up. But without this meddling ass nigga.”
With that, I walk toward Nicole’s car so she can take her ass away from here.
I ignore the sudden clench in my stomach that makes me wonder what I just agreed to.
All I can do is pray that I haven’t given my consent prematurely.
Or that I’m not about to meet a woman whose looks will have me begging the restaurant host for a hidden table in the back.