Chapter 6 #2
I locked the door, turned her around, and bent her over the worktable against the wall.
Lace looked back at me while I pulled her pants and panties down over her ass, and seeing her bent over in front of me damn near made me forget we had a diner full of people on the other side of that door.
I opened my jeans and stepped up behind her.
When I reached between her legs, her pussy was already wet as fuck.
I rubbed my fingers through it and groaned under my breath.
“Damn, Lacey.”
“Please, just put it in.” I grabbed her hips and pushed my dick inside her. Lace sucked in a breath and dropped her head while I kept pushing until I was all the way in. “Oh, my God…”
She pushed her ass back against me, and that was all the shit I needed.
I grabbed both her hips and started fucking her hard, keeping my strokes short because we didn’t have time for me to take my time with her.
The worktable started knocking against the wall, and I reached forward and grabbed the edge before that mahfucka got loud enough for everybody outside to know what the fuck we were doing.
“Sherrod,” she moaned.
“Keep yo’ voice down.”
Lace looked back at me. “You’re the one fucking me like this.” She turned back around, but her ass kept meeting every stroke while she tried and failed to keep quiet.
I watched my dick slide in and out of her while she pushed back against me, and that shit had me ready to forget all about everybody waiting outside.
Another moan came out too loud, so I leaned over her and covered her mouth with my hand.
Her pussy tightened around my dick, and when her thighs started shaking, I knew exactly what the fuck was coming.
“Go ‘head and cum on this dick.” Lace moaned into my hand while she pushed her ass back harder. I kept fucking her and tightened my grip on her hip. “Mhm. Just like that.”
Her body tightened underneath me before her pussy started squeezing the fuck out of my dick.
I gritted my teeth and kept fucking her through it, but the way she was clenching around me had my ass right there too.
I grabbed her hips tighter, gave her a few more hard strokes, and came with my dick buried deep inside her.
I stayed behind her, trying to catch my breath while Lace was still bent over the table. She finally lifted her head and looked back at me, and I knew we needed to hurry the fuck up and get ourselves together before somebody came looking for one of us.
“I can’t believe we just did that in my mama’s diner.”
I pulled out and looked down at the mess we had made. “You’ll be aight.” Lace laughed and rolled her eyes while I grabbed some paper towels so we could clean ourselves up. Once we were straight, she started fixing her hair. I looked at both of us and shook my head. “We look guilty as fuck.”
She looked at me, giggling. “You think so?”
“Hell yeah. I’m sweatin’ like a mahfucka in this lil’ ass closet.”
I unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway with Lace right behind me. Darius was standing at the other end with a drill in his hand, and the second he saw both of us coming out of that storage room together, this nigga started grinning. I pointed at his ass before he could say anything.
“Don’t start no shit.”
Darius started laughing and kept walking while Lace covered her face with one hand. “Oh, my God.”
“Fuck him. He’ll be aight.”
We went back up front separately, but that shit didn’t help nothing because Loretta wasn’t stupid either.
She looked at Lace when she came out, looked at me a few seconds later, and then looked right back at her daughter.
I grabbed my drill and went back to handling what the fuck I needed to handle while trying to ignore her.
Loretta kept looking at us until I finally looked over at her. “What, Loretta?”
She hummed under her breath and went back to unpacking glasses. I knew that woman well enough to know she had already figured some shit out, and I damn sure wasn’t about to stand there and give her a chance to start asking questions.
Lace and I kept our hands off each other after that because getting caught coming out of a storage room together was enough bullshit for one day.
That didn’t stop her from brushing against me when she walked past or looking over at me from across the diner.
I caught her ass more than once, and every time I did, she went right back to whatever she was doing like I hadn’t seen shit.
Later, I finally sat my ass down long enough to answer a few emails on my phone and text Tanya back about some shit at the hardware store. Lace dropped into the seat beside me, took my cold ass Sprite right out of my hand, and drank some before handing it back.
“You coulda got yo’ own.”
“Yours was right here.”
I shook my head and went back to my phone while she stayed beside me. A few minutes later, she started telling me about something Loretta wanted changed before they reopened, and I listened while answering Tanya at the same time.
We weren’t doing shit special. Lace was sitting beside me, drinking my shit and talking while I handled work, but that was exactly what kept fucking with me.
Having her around me was starting to feel normal again, and I was getting used to that shit way too fast. Fucking Lace had always been the easy part.
Eight years hadn’t changed shit about that because once we got our hands back on each other, we already knew what the fuck we were doing.
It was all this other shit that had me fucked up.
I could be talking shit with Darius, look across the diner, and see Lace sitting on the new counter going through festival paperwork.
I could hear her laughing with Loretta while I worked or reach for some shit and have her hand it to me before I even asked.
I hadn’t realized how much I missed having her around me until she was doing that shit again.
She used to be right there with me when we was younger too.
I couldn’t afford to take whole days off just because I wanted to spend time with my girl, so Lace came with me whenever she could.
She would sit around talking my ear off while I painted somebody’s room, fixed some steps, hung cabinets, or did whatever other side job was putting money in my pocket that week.
I handled my shit, she kept me company, and that was just how we were.
Back then, my life looked a whole lot different now.
I had my own crew working around me, finishing Loretta’s Diner, and damn near half the shit we had used came straight from my hardware store.
My phone stayed ringing because somebody needed a quote, an order approved, a problem handled, or some other shit that came with owning two businesses.
Lace was seeing all of that shit for herself now.
I ain’t build none of it for her, and I damn sure didn’t need her to tell me she was proud of me or pat me on the back for what I had done with my life.
I knew what the fuck I had built and what it took for me to get here.
Still, having Lace around to see what my life looked like now felt good as fuck, even if I wasn’t about to tell her ass that.
By the time we knocked out the last major shit on the list, Loretta was walking through the diner touching damn near everything like she expected something to fall apart. She finally stopped in the middle of the room and looked around.
“Well?”
I leaned against the counter. “You tell me.”
She looked over the new booths, floors, lights, counter, and everything else we had spent the last few days getting together. When she finally smiled, I knew we were good. “I love it.”
“Good.”
Loretta walked over and wrapped her arms around me. I laughed and hugged her back while she squeezed the shit out of me. “You did good, baby.”
“Even wit’ you annoyin’ my ass.”
She pulled away and slapped my arm. “You could just say thank you.”
I laughed. “Thank you.”
“That’s better.”
I reached for my drill, but Loretta stayed right where she was. Lace had gone out back a few minutes earlier to handle another festival duty, and everybody else was busy cleaning up. The way Loretta folded her arms told me I already knew what the fuck was coming.
“I’m not going to ask you what’s going on with you and my daughter…”
“Good.”
“…because I already have eyes.”
I rubbed my hand over my beard and looked away. “Here we go.”
“I’m serious, Smoke.”
“I know.”