Chapter 13
Sometime The Next Day . . .
“Hey, Cousin. Sorry for the last-minute accommodation. I’m glad you could squeeze me in,” I say before I place my purse on the chair and hug my cousin.
“No worries. I’m shocked you called me. Does your mama know that you’re here?”
Jordyn Holmes, better known to her colleagues as Happy, is a tattoo artist at Shane’s Ink Palace, which is why I’m here.
“Girl, no. You know Madam Owens would shit bricks and die if she knew I was about to get a tattoo. It’ll be our secret for now.” I hold my index finger to my lips as Happy laughs heartily.
“I got you. Do you have a design in mind already?”
I grab my phone and take a seat in the lounger next to her equipment table as I scroll through the mock images I’ve found. When I have it on my screen, I extend my phone toward Happy. Her heavy gaze bounces from the phone to me and back several times before she laughs.
“Girl. I know you’re lying. Your bougie ass has never gotten a tattoo, and this is what you want to start with?”
I smirk as my eyes shift from my cousin to my shoes, because the design is definitely uncharacteristic of me.
“Okay, riddle me this, Ms. Hyde . . . Who’s the man whose dick got you speaking in motorcycles?” Happy asks.
A loud laugh falls from my mouth when my cousin’s words register in my brain. It’s crazy, but not far from the truth. The giddy feeling that invades my body at the thought of my man is a high I can’t ignore.
“His name is Righteous. I love him, Cousin.”
“Whoa.” Happy’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as her eyes balloon.
Silence stretches between us as I pull the phone back to look at the tattoo design again.
The heartbeat lines with a man on a motorcycle, a heart completing the design, is my ode to Righteous.
It’s a statement piece that I hope he appreciates because this is something I’ve never done for any man before him.
I have always thought women who get men’s names tattooed on them were stupid.
But here I am at my cousin’s job, ready to mark up my skin in my man’s honor.
“I know. He makes my head spin and my heart dance. I also love the way he makes me feel protected even when he’s not with me.”
“I guess that explains the two men standing guard at the front of the shop like Kevin Costner. That man must have put it on you something fierce,” Happy says, and my eyes return to her.
“You have no idea,” I mutter.
“Okay. Let’s do this. Where do you want it, and is there anything else you want on it?”
My lips twist, and my head tilts to the side as I contemplate the best spot for my first artistic expression.
After a couple of seconds, I point to the area I want and then tell her what else I want to include.
Happy nods before she goes through the process of cleaning the area and then turning on some music.
I appreciate the distraction that hopefully will occupy my mind and the potential for regret to sink in.
My heart races and my underarms perspire when Happy places what looks like sketch paper on my body.
“What are you about to freestyle this design?” I ask.
“Mhm. The design is simple, and I want to add my creative spin to it. Don’t worry. I promise you’re gonna love it when it’s done.”
I close my eyes and allow my cousin to do her thing as I get lost inside my head.
My thoughts shift to Righteous and what he will think about the tattoo.
I hope he’ll like it because when the needle pierces my skin, it takes an abundance of prayer to keep me from quitting.
I don’t know how long it takes Happy to complete the tattoo, but I’m on my way to the Baxtown Iron clubhouse in no time.
Business for the club hasn’t stopped, and another party is happening tonight.
The idea of my ability to forget about Mom’s plan and the guys who were after me fills me with euphoria.
“Well, I guess the party is already in full swing,” I say when I see an abundance of motorcycles in front of the clubhouse.
There is a group of men in vests near the front door who look like they could eat Ving Rhames for breakfast. I park across the street and exit my SUV with a tinge of pain that reminds me of the work I just got.
When I notice Nox and Trouble standing at the back, I plaster on a smile and head toward the entrance.
A sense of exhilaration fills me when I walk through the door and see my man immediately.
I’m sure his minions let him know that I was here, but the heavy assessment in his eyes as he watches me sends tingles to my core.
“I missed you, Navae.” Those words pour over me like gravy on an open-faced turkey sandwich, and I smile like a teenage girl who finally got to go up in bra sizes.
I step into Righteous’s frame and bury my face in his stomach as I sigh comfortably.
For a minute, I simply bask in his presence as peace settles within me.
Well, for a second it does until he wraps his arms around me, and I flinch and whimper.
“What the fuck?” Righteous drops his hands and steps back to look me over.
Hm. I guess his brothers aren’t required to give him a play-by-play of my whereabouts.
Instead of answering the inquiry with his heavy gaze, I simply turn around and adjust my shirt to reveal my shoulder for what has caused my discomfort.
“Oh shit,” Righteous says with his eyes going from the tattoo to me.
I smirk and mentally pump my fist at the adoration in his eyes, which tells me Righteous likes and approves of the ink.
Happy did her big one with it, and I couldn’t be happier with the end result.
The motorcycle is painted in Baxtown Iron’s blue and yellow.
The heart with ‘Righteous’ inside of it is symbolic as he’s the one who holds my heart.
“Do you like it?” My voice is low and unsteady as I moisten my dry lips when I readjust my shirt and turn to face Righteous.
“What made you do it?”
“Love.”
It’s the one sentiment that's been heavily flowing within me after overhearing Righteous not only claim me but also commit to ensuring my safety. It’s the one thing I could do to visually show him that I’m just as committed to him and his lifestyle.
“Fuck this party.” Righteous takes my hand and heads toward his bedroom.
The people we pass become like ants as my adrenaline rushes with every step we take.
I can’t register a single person in the room, as my juices flow and my libido does cartwheels at the thought of what’s about to happen.
We reach the room in no time, and I don’t know if I or my pearl purr more.
Righteous wastes no time removing his clothes before he gently and carefully removes mine.
His care makes me feel like porcelain as his hungry eyes roam my body, and I fight the moan on the cusp of my lips.
Without a word, Righteous bends and lifts me off the ground as my legs automatically wrap around his waist. His lips fuse our mouths together in a fierce, punishing kiss.
My breath catches in my throat, snatching the air from my lungs as we fight for dominance.
Righteous wins the battle the minute he sucks my tongue like he needs it to keep breathing.
The pounding in my chest should cause alarm, but I’m too far gone to try to calm myself down.
“Mm.” Righteous’s moan sounds guttural and sends shock waves throughout my body.
I nearly die from the sensation when Righteous releases my tongue and nibbles on my bottom lip. “Oh God.” My whimper is a mixture of pleading and appreciation of this moment.
Momentarily, Righteous rips his mouth from mine. His eyes pierce into mine communicating three things: Love. Devotion. Desire. My body shivers, and I subconsciously grind my pearl against his frame.
“Your little hot pussy is leaking all over my thighs, baby.” His voice is full of lust and unrestrained desire.
Unable to respond, I lay my head on Righteous’s chest, giggling slightly, feeling so much right now. I’m too old to be embarrassed and too turned on by his kiss to be apologetic.
“Whoa.” My arms wrap tighter around his neck when he lifts me higher to fumble with his pants. Seconds later, Righteous slams me down onto his hard, throbbing dick, causing the air to vacate my lungs. “Aaah.” My mouth hangs open on one syllable.
“Thank you for willingly accepting who I am.” Righteous grunts and lifts me up and down on his pulsing dick as he penetrates me with delicious strokes.
I feel weightless and like I’m floating on a cloud with every pump of his hips into my core. How Righteous can remain upright while holding and stroking me effortlessly should make him a nominee for the stroke game of the year award. I and my hot pussy would gladly vote for him, that’s for sure.
“Gotdamn. Your pussy is gripping the hell out of my dick.” Righteous’s eyes focus downward and look between the spaces where our bodies are connecting. “Look how well you coat my dick.”
“Oh myyy Godddd.” I pant breathlessly as Righteous pumps wildly into me.
The sensations flowing through my veins cause my eyes to flutter slowly. My hands grow moist from trying to hold on to Righteous and collide with the moisture that saturates his neck from his exertion.
“Nah, I’ll never be worthy enough to be called by His name.”
Righteous’s hands dig deeper into my ass when he slams me down harder onto him. This stroke makes my voice stall in my chest upon impact. I feel Righteous’s dick deep in my stomach, and it hurts so fucking good.
“What’s—my—fucking—name, Navae?” Righteous asks with a hard stroke for every word he punctuates slowly yet methodically.
“Right-Righteous,” I moan as my release surges to the surface, shooting out of me like a pressurized bottle.
“Damn.” Righteous groans before I feel the warmth of his release enter my tunnel.
My eyes are tightly shut as I try to still my spiraling heart thumping wildly in my chest cavity. Righteous’s heavy pants play a soundtrack against my neck while his hands reaffirm their grip on my body.
“Now that we’ve got this first one out of the way, let’s take this next one to the bed so we can be comfortable.” Righteous’s voice is a strained whisper before he walks the short distance.
Righteous gently lies me on the bed before he eases down my body with hunger in his eyes. A shiver slides down my back when he spreads my legs and dives in without a word.
“Shitt.” I cry and clamp my legs against his head as he alternates between sucking and biting my pearl.
“Ooh, I could stay here all night,” Righteous throatily says before he dives back in.
I feel dizzy when he sucks and slurps the nectar that oozes from my core at a rapid pace. My eyes blink continuously when I see Righteous’s face covered in my juices as I tighten my thighs around his head.
“Wait. Wait. I . . . I can-can’t . . . take any more, Right-Righteous . . . please,” I scream on a broken cry.
“It looks like you’re ready for round two, huh?” Righteous eases up my body, bringing his face to mine, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.
The nastiest of the kisses has my body hot and ready, like a five-dollar pizza from Little Caesars. Righteous seems to read my signal as he lines up with my entrance and eases in slowly.
“Oh, yeah. I’m definitely gonna kill anybody dumb enough to step in your direction with this good shit between your legs.” Righteous’s eyes peer into me intently as he moves in and out of my tunnel.
“Righteous,” I whine.
“What are you whining for? This is your fault. If your pussy wasn’t so good, I could stay out of it. Lift your leg.”
“I’m sorry,” I weakly say, but lift my leg anyway.
“Don’t apologize, because I’m definitely not complaining,” Righteous says, and I momentarily forget the soreness and pain.
“Ooh,” I cry when he hits my G-spot.
“Damn, Navae. This shit should come with a warning label, with your good pussy having ass.”
Macaroni sounds and slapping skin bounce from the walls as Righteous slowly beats my pussy out of the frame. I grip his back as my hands run up and down the sweaty surface.
“Ahh, Righteous. Oh shit. I’m about to cum.”
“Then cum. I’m right behind you. Cum, Navae,” Righteous demands. “Shiitttt!” Righteous moans as we reach our explosive climax simultaneously.
“Wow,” I murmur as my chest heaves up and down heavily.
“Tonight confirms that you and that gold mine between your legs belong to me. Ain’t no coming back or changing your mind. We’re locked in forever.”
All I can do is lean over and lay my head on Righteous’s sweaty chest. What’s understood doesn’t need an explanation.
The new tattoo on my body is another reminder of my commitment to this man.
The aftercare he gave me and the delicious dick strokes are just an added bonus.
I’m not going anywhere. My man, my man, my man is the only thing I can say when anyone mentions the name Righteous.