Chapter 7
I haven’t heard from Righteous in days, and my mind has been filled with thoughts about why.
I thought things between us post-kiss were good, but the silence and lack of response to my calls and messages have me ready to spit nails.
The bulge and hardness of Righteous’s dick during our kiss let me know that he wasn’t turned off.
So I have no idea what’s running through his mind now.
I guess Righteous didn’t mean the call would come any time soon, because today is the first time I've heard from him. What’s worse is that it wasn’t a call but a text request for me to meet him at Sizzling and Grubbing at nine o’clock.
My antennas rise when I pull onto the street where the diner is and see two motorcycles parked on the sidewalk rather than on the street.
With my mind on Righteous, I pull into the lot and park in the first space I come to.
I quickly exit my SUV and hurry toward the front entrance.
My hand reaches for the door when two men in vests similar to the one Righteous wears exit.
My eyes rake over the two men whose frowns appear to be larger than life as they glower at me.
“Hm. If it ain’t the elitist woman whose mother would consider her slumming it on this side of town. You’re outside of your playground, Ms. Owens,” one of the men says.
The air along with my body chills instantly from the hardness within his delivery as he and the other man walk around me. My mouth tightens as I push my purse strap further onto my shoulder before I enter the diner.
“Hey,” Nicole says dryly, and my brows hike as my forehead wrinkles.
“I-is your brother here?”
“In his office. Come on, I’ll take you to him.”
A frown forms as I reach out to stop Nicole from walking away.
“Office?”
“Yeah. He owns this place. Come on, he’s expecting you.” Nicole turns and walks away without giving me a chance to say anything else.
My steps are heavy as I trail behind Nicole, and my mind reels from the news of Righteous’s ownership.
I have been coming here for a while, and Nicole has never shared or let on who owns this place.
It now makes sense why I had to deal with rude people during our date.
Righteous’s motive that night was to get me to find him and those individuals repulsive.
Less than two minutes later, Nicole taps on a closed door before she enters and waves me inside.
“See you around,” Nicole tells me before closing the door with her on the other side.
I frown at the emotionless nonchalance from Nicole because she’s never given me the cold shoulder. It makes me wonder what’s going on between her and me. But I’m unable to continue my confusion when Righteous speaks.
“Take a seat. We need to talk.” Righteous’s stern voice bounces around the room, and the chill in my body increases.
“Oh. Are you ready to address why I haven’t heard from you?”
My gaze shifts from the door to Righteous, who sits behind a worn black desk and an office chair that seems to have seen better days.
His hulking figure makes me wonder how the chair’s springs haven’t given out from his massive size.
Even with the menace in his eyes and the hardness within his facial muscles, Righteous is the sexist man I’ve come in contact with.
My juices flow like a slow stream the longer we stare each other down.
I take a seat in one of the two uncomfortable-looking chairs in front of his desk.
“Whatever you think is gonna happen between us ends now. I can’t do it,” Righteous says with finality.
“What do you mean you can’t do it? Do what?”
“This. Whatever it is.”
The curl of his lip doesn’t reflect the regret in his eyes and causes me to stare intently into them before I speak with indignation.
“You’re a coward, and I didn’t take you to be the type of man who runs scared.”
A sly smirk slides into place as Righteous leans back in his chair, and the springs cry in protest from his action.
“Is that so?”
“Mhm. Only a man with no balls would push away the woman he knows he’s attracted to.”
A low, humorless chuckle falls from Righteous’s lips as he strokes his thick beard, which causes an image of it dripping with my juices to flash in my mind.
“What do you expect to happen between us?” The merriment within his eyes causes me to roll my eyes as the urge to slap him takes root.
“I expect you not to run, especially when your lips and guttural moan during our kiss told me that I’m not in a one-sided attraction. I expect you to not be a coward.”
“Hm. That’s the second time you’ve attacked me with that word.”
My eye roll is immediate, and the tension mounts in my shoulders as I squirm in the hard chair I’m in.
“If you don’t like the word, then maybe you shouldn’t exercise the traits.” I cross my arms over my chest and give him a pointed stare.
Sexy bastard.
“Let me ask you a question.”
“Go ahead,” I snap.
“If you really believe that, then why are you still interested?”
Good fucking question, asshole. Men before you have worked hard to chase me, so why am I trying to convince you to give me a chance?
“There’s a difference between us—”
“Thank God for that,” he says before I can consider my words or continue with my train of thought.
“What I meant is that you’re more experienced than I am. You’ve lived and walked on the wild side. All I’ve had is the wonderment of what that’s like. I’m intrigued by you, and I’m not ready to let that go without a fight.”
“That shit just made my dick hard.”
Righteous’s words cause my legs to cross at the ankles as my eyes blink slowly like I’m dizzy.
“Do you have desires of finding out more than how I can provide you with a walk on the wild side, Jariyah?”
My name rolls off his tongue like caramel on a candy apple in the last stages of preparation. I subconsciously nod as my pearl purrs in agreement and anticipation.
“Once you’ve been with me, you will forget about anyone who’s had the opportunity before me.” Righteous’s words are gentle and drip with seduction as well as a guarantee.
“Wh-what if I’m not any good? I mean, what if you don’t enjoy sex with me?”
Righteous stares at me indulgently while I express the sudden fears his words incite.
“There’s only one way to find out. You interested?”
Oh my God! Do I want to have sex with this man?
Hell yeah, girl. Surrender. I have a feeling you won’t regret it.
“I am.”
My two-word reply is breathy as my heart beats heavily in my chest. Righteous nods before he pushes the chair away from the desk and stands.
His massive frame, hidden beneath all-black attire, makes my pulse race.
My mind stalls and falls into a fog when Righteous connects our hands and leads us out of the office.
Instead of going toward the front, he makes a right and heads out of the back exit of the diner.
My steps and actions are robotic as I climb onto the back of his motorcycle, and we leave the lot minutes later with his engine roaring.
Time is lost on me as the unknown ride leads me to Righteous’s home and then his bedroom.
My boldness becomes heightened when Righteous pulls his shirt over his head.
The image of his beard soaked in my juices reappears which instantly erases my fog.
I unsnap my bra, without a thought to where it lands.
My breasts sway, and my nipples pebble instantly from the air hitting them.
Righteous and I disrobe without words, and I shiver when his eyes darken with need and desire.
Righteous takes me gently by the hand as we climb onto the bed, instantly ruffling the blankets.
“Mhm. Clothes or no clothes, you’re a sexy mothafucka, Jariyah,” Righteous says. He grips the impressive tool between his legs while watching me intently.
The thick, veiny, and caramel sledgehammer between his legs causes my juices to moisten my outer lips. My core thumps and matches the beat that dances in my chest.
“Wait,” I say when Righteous pulls my body to him without allowing me to say or do anything.
“Fuck waiting, Jariyah,” Righteous says before he kisses me.
Unlike our first kiss, this one is hard and punishing which causes a heady sensation to flow throughout my body.
“Sit on my face, Jariyah,” Righteous says, lying back on the bed after breaking our kiss.
My brain short-circuits momentarily from the hard, husky edge in Righteous’s statement, and I freeze when Righteous’s eyes penetrate me.
“Climb on so I can make your pussy fall in love with a nigga.”
With shaky legs and a raging heart, I do as I’m told, allowing Righteous to assist me over his awaiting face. I fall forward when Righteous’s tongue swipes over my pussy, causing him to grip my thighs to hold me in place.
“Mm,” I say when Righteous sucks my pearl into his mouth and swipes his tongue back and forth.
Spots form in front of my eyes at the intense feeling coursing through me as Righteous continues eating my pussy.
“Oh my God,” I moan when Righteous bites my inner thigh before smoothing the sting with his tongue.
“Get outta your head, Jariyah. Rub this pretty mothafucka over my mouth until your juices coat my beard.”
Righteous slaps my ass before his tongue flicks my clit. My pelvis thrusts upward, and Righteous shifts into another gear as his tongue increases its tempo on my clit.
“Damn, you taste good.”
Closing my eyes, I get lost in the sensations flowing through my body, and my hips move rhythmically over Righteous’s mouth.
“Ri-mm—Righteous.” I cry.
“Mhm. I’m right here, Jariyah. Fuck my face.” Righteous’s husky voice vibrates against my pussy, and an uncontrollable shiver invades my body.
Righteous’s tongue alternates between sucking, licking, and slurping as sweat forms on my forehead.
“Shitt, Righteous,” I moan when he sucks my pearl, and I reach out to grab something as an intense orgasm runs to the surface.
“Mhm. Let that shit go. I feel it. Cum, Jariyah.”
I shut my eyes tight and do as I’m told. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave as I scream and shake uncontrollably from the intensity.
“Ohh, God.”
“We’re just getting started,” Righteous says before he positions me over his dick and slides into my entrance. “Fuck!”
“Ooh,” I say simultaneously when another orgasm comes on the heels of the last as Righteous’s dick invades my walls.
Wordlessly and with his teeth holding his bottom lip hostage, Righteous flips us so I’m now on the bottom. I stare into his eyes that are full of things I’m unable to identify. I bite my lip when Righteous thrusts in and out of me slowly.
Oh shit! Slow strokes? Who the hell knew Righteous’s dangerous ass was capable of such an action?
“I ain’t ever wanted to mold my dick to a woman’s pussy like you’re forcing me to do with you, Jariyah.”
Another orgasm hits me, and all I can do is drop my head into the crook of Righteous’s neck and moan. The feelings that course through me are new and beyond explanation. But I’ll be damn if I let him walk out on me after this. Righteous is what episodes of Snapped were created as a result of.
The throb in my core and the fullness of my bladder awake me the next morning.
I have no regrets about what happened between Righteous and me last night.
In the light of day, my eyes peer over to the muscular physique of the man whose bed I’m in.
On his right arm is a tattoo patch with the words ‘Baxtown Iron MC’ in perfect calligraphy.
Underneath that tattoo are the words, ‘Blood in, Death out.’
Those words cause a chill and a tinge in my bladder that reminds me of my need to pee.
I scoot to the edge of the bed and duck walk to the en suite Righteous and I used after our last session.
The air hits my naked body and causes me to pick up my steps.
I enter the bathroom minutes later and quickly use the bathroom before I wash my hands.
My eyes bulge when the purple-ish mark on my neck comes into view.
I’m not sure if it’s a result of our second or last sexcapade, but again, I have no regrets about how it got there.
That thought causes me to leave the bathroom and head toward Righteous’s bed where he has yet to budge.
With a smile, I climb into his bed and try to pull the blankets over me, but the loud ring of my phone stops me.
“If your ass didn’t show how much you enjoyed my dick, I would be offended by someone disturbing our peace this morning.” The sound of Righteous’ sleep-heavy voice has my eyes shifting down to see the humor that shines in his.
“Yeah, there’s nothing for you to be in your feelings about,” I say before I ease over him to grab my phone from the nightstand closest to him.
When I’m back in position against the pillows, Righteous traces lazy patterns on my shoulder as I answer the incoming call from Mom.
“Good morning, Madam Mayor,” I greet sarcastically.
“Don’t be coy with me. According to my sources, you didn’t go home last night?”
My eyes roll over to Righteous, whose fingers are still on my shoulder without a care in the world.
“I uh, stayed with one of my girlfriends after getting hammered.”
A smirk slides on Righteous’s lips as he shakes his head before his fingers discontinue their actions.
The lie isn’t for my sanity, because I don’t feel the need to share my location with Mom.
But a slight pang of regret fills me when Righteous leaves his bed.
I’m a grown woman, so this conversation with Mom is pointless.
While I told Righteous I moved out, and I did, I wasn’t honest about my living arrangements being close to my parents, who only occupy the mayor’s mansion for special engagements.
It’s too embarrassing to share, and I hope the lie by omission won’t further deter Righteous.